Part of the Serpent Mesa, a Huachuma ceremonial table that Howard build at his Sanctuary in the jungle
For the first thirty years, I had a lot of beliefs. You know, hunches. Suspicions. Hesitant to call them iron-clad, I was, but after 9 sessions in the Amazon, the I Think This May Be Trues got shoved from my noggin and straight into my heart space.
So these are my truths, real or unreal. They are born out of environments, books, past life experiences, Ayahuasca, Huachuma, and the energies I have been compelled to know and name. Nothing more, but dear God, nothing less either.
Humans are a hybrid, not only of multi-ethnicities, but of other life-forms too. Some of us are Plaedians. Some of us are from other galaxies. But we all chose this planet, right here right now, because, to put it oh-so-eloquently, shit is going down. In a good way. And we all want to be a part of this ascension, this glorious enlightenment.
The Mayan calendar is my new bible, per say. I know very little about it, except I was, in part, responsible for it – but I only know that 2012 is, in fact, a pivotal year. Not because the world is ending, but because it’s just beginning.
We are rising to our final illumination. The next few years are likely to be catastrophic. More natural disasters and wars and wretched violence. More trending toward materialism and a blatant disregard for our spiritual selves. At least in the mainstream.
But those of us that turn away from this remarkable force, we are the Endless. We are inheriting utopia. We are falling into love.
I have no idea how this transformation will look, I only know it to be so. Many are racing out of the disinegrating America, finding solace in the quietude of less bullish worlds. I understand this. I wanted to leave in the worst way when all of these revelations allowed my eyes to see. But now, well, I know this is home, and I trust these omnipotent, benevolent energies. Those of us with the true intentions to serve the world and her inhabitants will be granted the keys to the kingdom, and I’m trusting this is the case no matter where we dwell. I am here because I chose to be so, and I’m in no mood to run away and shift the tides. That was fleeting.
I also know that I walked with Jesus, and these are the truths I am struggling with. I saw this in my visions, and have heard confirmation – in an inarguable sense. Not exactly something I expected, be sure of that.
I met Jesus in that one uber-powerful Ayahuasca ceremony, if you recall.
Right before Daddy died, he awoke one morning and repeated a phrase over and over and over again, according to his nurses.
Jesus loves (my name here.)
When I came in that morning, they cornered me. Are you (my name here)?
I went to Daddy’s side, and he exploded with smiles.
“Jesus knows you, honey.”
“I know, Daddy. We met a few weeks ago. I never had the chance to tell you.”
He accepted this. He told me he was going to die. I accepted this. I told him it was OK – that whatever he chose was love.
Giving your father permission to die as he validates your strangely noble past life memories isn’t something I can easily write about. But it happened. And I must honor the moments. I must make him proud.
