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9-11: Agony or Ecstasy


This is a story about soul transmigration or possibly netherworld portals, which ever is more comfortable to perceive. Now some of you may read the following story and think it is a great work of fiction. Others may wonder about it and still admire the construction, regardless of its validity.

Let me assure you the story is about real people and a real event that we all experienced that day. It was vastly different than what the rest of the world was going through in those hours following what most felt to be an extreme tragedy. I hold no judgment on the event, although I question the real source of its inception and implementation still.  

I was staying in a canyon a short distance south of Sunset Boulevard just off the beach in Pacific Palisades, CA. I had been sleeping under the stars for a couple of months, since returning from Chile. I had a huge cement slab about 100 by 200 feet for my bedroom floor, left from a highway maintenance yard years ago.

I retired to the combined sounds of the surf, a babbling brook, and frog songs; waking to the penetrating shrieks of hawks and the caws of ravens in their morning feeding frenzy. The morning of the event I awoke rather suddenly to a different scene; a flood of symbols streaming from the void through my minds eye, with little time to recognize let alone interpret, but I did notice sacred geometry figures and some ancient spiritual symbols.

I knew instantly that something major was happening and that I was being 'tapped on the shoulder' and 'tuned in' for some cosmic reason. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, only that it had a sense of 'destiny' to it. I got up and walked down to the house shortly after the visual stream stopped, feeling a sense of urgency to get down to the office we had in the lower level.

On my way to the office I found out about the event through a woman who was living on the property in a small trailer not far from my air mattress. She was nearly hysterical with anxiety and was already in her car and headed out of the canyon as she yelled the gist of the details to me. It was surreal to say the least, hardly being able to imagine what she had just described.

I had the sense that the streaming video I saw a few moments before was my introduction at a totally different level than she could imagine, so I just listened as she spewed her emotional shock and awe. I walked on down to the house and synchronistically received a phone call as soon as I walked into our makeshift office in the pseudo-basement.

The phone rang immediately as I opened the door, not surprisingly. The woman on the other end, Tani, a dear friend and publicist for Linda Goodman at one time, was frantic about telling me to turn the radio on and listen to what was happening. I told her I'd already heard about it and was aware there was much more. I listened to her and consoled her for a few minutes and then hung up.

I continued in having a sense of purpose beyond the emotional frenzy that was all around me. We needed to use the portal at the end of the canyon to assist those in transition. A portal in the back of the canyon? Let me back up a moment to explain how I got to the property and what had happened previously.

A few days before I flew out of LA to visit a soul mate in Chile at the end of June, having met her at an ET conference the previous fall, a young man named Carl had approached myself and some friends at a meeting. We were in the Pacific Palisades at a condo complex for a 'channeling' group meeting.

The featured 'channel' was channeling ISIS and the three of us had been invited to attend. We were interested in the group and balancing our own male/female energies as well. When this young man with long dark hair and an inviting smile approached us after the meeting, he began with, "Jesus had told me to tell you guys that you need to come and look at the property I am renting."

Hmmm... not your usual introduction and it got our attention immediately. He said it was a 37 acre canyon with a house just across from the beach just a few minutes away. We agreed to go as it was only minutes away. It was just after midnight and as we followed him, there was an acknowledgement of a potential spiritual explosion... joyous and serene.

After arriving and while we were being shown the inside of the house, I felt a slight disturbance in my solar plexus. It was enough to give me pause for reflection. Being an empath, I'm used to psychic impressions and simply took a focused breath and cleared the energy as I had learned to do long ago. I gave it no further thought at the time, although I was curious as to its nature.

We spent about an hour or so in the house, being given the nickel tour and then Carl escorted us on a journey to the rear of the canyon, about a half-mile walk. The moon provided some nice light and the lights from the houses around the rim gave the canyon some definition. There was a field of fennel that paralleled the dirt road and a creek adjacent to it with a small waterfall visible from the road about half-way back where the canyon wall comes out a bit from its gentle slope back.

The canyon then opens again to another field of fennel (these plants were at least a couple of meters high at the time) lined by piles of dirt from semi-sized dump trucks. Just beyond the dirt was an opening near the end where there was a house on the north side with half its back porch hanging in space. An earthquake had dislodged the earth under it and a retaining wall was under construction just below it.

The road made a turn toward this area and this sharp corner is where one of my group continued east while the 3 of us stood to talk a moment. It was about 2 am at this time and the moon's glow shown on the north wall, leaving us in semi-shadowed light. Carl turned to Mathues and I and said he need to tell us something else about the house and didn't know how we'd take it.

So he told the two of us about a double murder that had occurred in the house some decades before and that the spirits were still there. Lindsey Wagner had lived there just before him, moving because they had not been able to get the spirits to leave. He related that he didn't really believe in the stuff until some pretty obvious signs began appearing.

They (he had 3 other roommates) had several people of various claims come there with the purpose of getting these two spirits to move on to whatever place was next. The guys had fallen into the fabulous place through Carl's good fortune. He had done quite a bit of woodworking for Lindsey. She had tried the same with no results.

I told him they were gone now as it 'resonated' with my actions previously precipitated by the feeling of the disturbance earlier in the house. I didn't know for sure until the next scene of our 'play' in the canyon. At that time Stephen, the 4th member of our party, walked up and without hesitation announced that there were a couple of dead people further on up the canyon and that it seemed like they did not want to leave.

Carl was unaware of our various psychic gifts until that point. His jaw dropped as I turned to him and said, "Told ya." I told him to tell Stephen about the murders, and I stepped back from the group to see if I could see them too. Trust but verify...truth stands. I normally can 'see' when I close my eyes and turn on the screen. I could not this time, although I got the distinct impression to 'blow' a portal in my mind/heart. The words were, "Blow a portal."

I couldn't tell you whether it was verbal instructions, gut feelings, or empathic knowing and I certainly wasn't going to ignore it. So, without hesitation, I did what was asked. As I directed the breath with intention I saw a shaft of light appear several yards in front of me, like 'molten' light with cracks of pure white light amidst the already bright shaft with a pure white parabola at the bottom.

I have to admit that this was not a normal experience for me. I was just as dumbfounded by the whole process as anyone, yet there was something within me that guided it.

When the white parabolic doorway appeared or opened, the two became visible just a few yards in front of it. I couldn't distinguish clothing of any kind, although their bodies were apparent. They were looking at me and I got the impression of, "who the hell are you?"

I simply said to them telepathically, "You can go if you want," as I motioned with my hand toward the portal. They looked at it, looked back at me, turned and walked in. I paused for a moment in awe and potential denial and then returned to the group a few feet away.

The experience only took just a few moments and I needed some validation. I asked Stephen to look again now. He looked and turned back to me and said, "Damn you're quick!" I shared with them what I had experienced and had to admit I had no idea what was going to happen as a result of his, or should I say Jesus', invitation to the canyon.

We all agreed the experience had a nice resonance of completion, at least for the time being. We all felt as kindred brethren and voiced our desire to create something together. I left for Chile a couple of days later.

We had been working to create an eco-fair/concert in mid-August even while I was in Chile. Once the portal was created I had no thoughts of closure so evidently it stayed open. When I returned from Chile a month later, there were many stories of 'sightings' of spirit-bodied people moving toward the portal, including Carl's house mates.

It appeared that I'd opened a doorway for hundreds of 'trapped' or 'hesitant' spirits to move on into their next phase of life. Carl invited me to stay at the house/canyon and I was excited about the prospects. I chose to use the air mattress since I would be inside most of the day. We converted the room downstairs into an office with its own secure entrance and coordinated everything from there after I returned.

We had a great event with an even greater sense of reward from the hundreds of patrons, musicians and vendors that came to Gaia-Fest. Access to the entire canyon was limited beyond my favorite slab for safety and security reasons.

As magnificent as our accomplishments may have been, especially with how everything just fell into place, it was just the beginning as we found out on the day of September 11, 2001. Several years later I still am awed and in a bit of human denial of the reality our time in the canyon presented to all of us. You'll soon see exactly what I mean.

Expanding the Portal


On that fateful day I had no emotion when I heard what had happened. I knew instantly that I had to gather the others at the house and go to the end of the canyon, energize the portal, and attract those who were LA residents knowing that they would in turn act as a beacon for all the rest and they would have a smooth transition into the next world, free of fear.

In looking back now, I acted from a place that few of us ever reach. I am humbled that I was able to be as clear and compassionate, acting on the inner promptings to serve beyond the call of duty. I willingly gave everything I had to honor the call to my heart. Sometimes it isn't easy as there are many that would deem me insane for doing so.

I've been living life on the fringe of reality for many years in spite of the obvious deterents. It didn't take me long to realize that I truly had a gift and I desired to honor it at any cost. I gave my life to serve truth and I was not willing to sacrifice my inner connections for anyone or anything.

I woke the others, explained what had happened so far that day, and we journeyed back to the where I had opened the portal as I explained what my intentions were. I told them I had no idea what was going to happen, only that we needed to be present and open ourselves to help.

My intuitive notion was that we could somehow energize the portal with the intent of using it as a beacon for those who were on the return flight to LA. The sense that it would happen was overwhelming. It was so bizarre and yet so really cool to even think I could facilitate the participation, let alone have help.

After the brief explanation, we walked in reverent silence the majority of the way to the spot, with discussions only about how we were going to participate in this momentous experience as servants, calling upon everything inside ourselves to rise to the occasion.

The journey took about fifteen minutes and by the time we arrived it already was apparent we were all in a very heightened spiritual state. We sat in the spot, held hands and offered prayers individually. Then I began calling upon all the kingdoms, naming them one by one, asking for the assistance in helping these souls enter the next world.

I called upon the elemental, the mineral, the plant, the animal, and the human kingdoms first. As I began to go deeper into the experience, my observer-self became active as well. I watched as our intentions began to work, attracting hundreds of souls into the light of the portal through us.

I began to tremble and filled with grief and sorrow so strongly that my body was writhing with convulsive crying... releasing the fear and sorrow of all those who were coming through this gateway. It felt like a great torrent of water flowing through me and it was all the others could do to keep me grounded, observing and participating in silence as they were offering their own help and love.

It was so intense for me that I felt that I could have joined them at any moment, releasing all attachment to being in my body. It was sooooo tempting to go with them.

I was viewing the experience from a vantage point high above the earth and saw many coming from the New York area, as well as the other two sites. It looked like a stream of light with an obvious 'flow' toward our location. They created such a stream of spirit flow that it began to move into a wider area. Before I knew it, I saw the spirit flow come from around the entire globe, like it was completely wrapped in light that focused and exited through the portal. My body became so fluid that I thought I might leave too... physically.

Fortunately I stayed to enjoy the show. At one point, it felt like I was done and I began to come back into my body and a more conscious awareness of my immediate surroundings, with the others that had joined in. I opened my eyes and met with their eyes as well, nodding in acknowledgment and thankfulness for their participation. Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't speak. What could I have said?

I brought some tobacco with us to offer a gift to Great Spirit and rolled a smoke to share with the others. As we were finishing, another woman walked up. She stated that she'd left work, knowing that she would be needed here as well, so joining in our spirit-bound love expression for these unfortunate ones, whether or not they were fulfilling their own contracts with God was of no concern to us. We just knew it was our duty to perform this ceremony to help their transition.

We then joined hands again, offered a few more prayers individually, and I began calling upon the next levels of kingdoms. I called upon the Spirit World, the Ascended Masters, the Celestial Host, the Cosmic Beings and the Galactic Kingdoms. What also happened during our process was, as I was praying, I began to speak in several different languages, none of which I had ever heard before. It reminded me of the time that Jesus spoke through me, only I remained aware for the duration.

I've been a metaphysician for many years and had never heard these languages. I had called on the these other kingdoms, as well as those I'd asked for help from in our first round of this awesome endowment of love. I suppose that I had some internal connections through the spirit circuits that had been activated that allowed me to speak in several of the tongues that my soul knew. I am constantly amazed at how our internal connections with ALL THAT IS can guide and direct us to do work that most would consider paranormal fiction.

I've always held the notion that we must have many more senses available to use. There is so much more to our Nature as we consider that we have 5 senses and 10% brain use. It seems preposterous to think that we could have so little connection to our own minds, hearts, and bodies with the parameters that modern science has given us.

Unfortunately, many have willingly accepted their own inability to grow and have allowed the lie to perpetuate. The 'lie' being that we are anything less than Gods and Goddesses in embryo - children of God, the Universe or whatever name we choose. When it was all over, after about another half an hour or so, I opened my eyes to see looks of amazement and immense gratitude in the faces of the others, simply to have been able to help.

When I stood up, I collapsed immediately. I put my arms around the two males that were there, as they helped me to walk some distance. I bounced up and down, slamming my feet on the ground to bring my body back into functional capacity. I didn't speak for several hours afterward. That day is eternally locked into all of our hearts.

Several months later I was still not able to fully comprehend what had been accomplished that day. A fewzendor the contrarian weeks after the event there was a message that got passed around many metaphysical circles. It was a channeling regarding the acknowledgment of the portal being opened for the release of those caught in the wake of the event of 9-11.

Indeed, we had been thanked by those far greater in scope than our mere human nature can realize now. I knew from the signs of the faces in the smoke that it was much more of an event on a cosmic scale than anyone had anticipated. As I recalled seeing many spirits around the entire planet being released it made me wonder about the scriptural event of the dead in Christ being 'taken up' before the great trials of humankind begin.

I believe we are in those times now. We will witness many more things yet. Seek to align with the thread of life within you now. Honor your connection with the Divine Will that guides your every thought and action in these times. Steady yourself in the unconditional love for yourself and your perceived enemies.

As Jesus said, "When your enemy is thirsty, give him water. When he is hungry, give him food." Love your neighbor as yourself and live in the knowledge that you are God just as much as your enemy is God. This is only an example of the polarity paradigm paralysis that humankind is caught in. This is the GREAT LIE - that we are separate from All That Is. We are ONE and God WILL dwell with man. In fact, we are consciousness condensed into form that is becomeing self aware.

Whew... what a trip.


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