Inspired by Kuthumi

I am a reborn saint

I am a mystic of the world.

I have sat at the foot of Buddha and attained enlightenment before,

Yet I return to assist others.

I am a bodhisattva.

I am a disciple of God being sent into the world to spread his light.

All my karma has been cleared all the way back to my origin in Source.

Within me burns the 3 fold flame of God’s power, wisdom, love.

I hold embers of his holy fire.

I am encoded with wisdom of all the holy books in existence.

I am as bright as the sun and wear the opalescent garment of the Adam Cadmon.

I am now walking in the highest realms with angels and masters.

I have received and walk in the world now with the rod of power and carry the torch of spirit.

I am grateful every day for the blessings and activations and clearings and encodings and empowerments I received from Source, the masters & the highest realms. And I have accepted them as true and real for me on the deepest levels of my being and so it is.

I remember to water my lotus crown every day with 3 drops of the waters of life, and I feed it with the fragrance of lilies.

I remember to call in the angels for help whenever I need it.

I remember to expand the Christ flame in my heart and strengthen my connection to God’s inner sanctum.

I am as the highest priestess of Atlantis.

Atlantis has returned.

written in Mt. Shasta during Wesak May 2000 inspired by Kuthumi

DONKEY IN THE WELL!!

HEY READ THIS!

The Farmer's Donkey: A Fable for Our Time

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out a way to get him out. Finally the farmer decided it was probably impossible and the animal was old and the well was dry anyway, so it just wasn't worth it to try and retrieve the donkey. So the farmer asked his neighbors to come over and help him cover up the well. They all grabbed shovels and began to shovel dirt into the well.

At first, when the donkey realized what was happening he cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down and let out some happy brays. A few shovel loads later, the farmer looked down the well to see what was happening and was astonished at what he saw. With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was shaking it off and taking a step up. (Shifting)

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he continued to shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, to everyone's amazement, the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off!

Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Every adversity can be turned into a stepping stone. The way to get out of the deepest well is by never giving up but by shaking yourself off and taking a step up.

What happens to you isn't nearly as important as how you react to it.

LIGHTED BOAT PARADE

We had a blast last night sitting on a docked boat and watching the Lighted Boat Parade go by at Santa Cruz Yacht Harbor. The mood was so festive with music in the air, boat parties, throngs on the harbor, and twinklies everywhere. \

Brian & I met up with Michelle & Jason on Tony's ringside boat. We decided next year we are going to deck out Tony's boat.  The last photo has gorgeous Michelle hamming it up.

Otter Heaven

The Otters are alive and well in our Monterey Bay area. My friend Lotus & I had a grand day taking photos of the wildlife at Moss Landing where the Salinas River meets the Pacific Ocean. The otters are staging a wonderful comeback and we saw at least 2 dozen cavorting and floating before us. Luckily the Parks people have roped off the area to protect them and the grand collection of shorebirds that inhabit this space. Look at this photo - the one at the right is posing just before the left one takes him down by jumping on him. Ahhh the good life...

RAISE YOUR VIBRATION & ACTIVATE DNA

This is a prayer I wrote inspired by a message from Archangel Michael especially for these times to assist us in raising our vibration and activating our DNA.  "You must ask each day, you will always be activated if you ask."  I wrote this for the benefit of all sentient beings.  If you copy this, please include this link: http://antarasjewels.blogspot.com/- Antara Davis

Divine Mother Father and all the holy ones who assist me on my earth journey,  thank you for all your blessings and assistance in my life. Please send your healing energies to all those who suffer so that they may have health, peace and happiness.

I call upon Archangel Michael, and his Legions of Angels, to use the Sword of Truth to cut all that keeps me from living a healthy, positive and meaningful life so I easily create my Heaven on Earth.

I ask that you increase my frequency levels that I may receive healing light energies, and all DNA upgrades and activations that are appropriate for my highest good. I call in and activate the Divine blueprint of  my being’s perfection to manifest effortlessly.

May the veils of forgetfulness lift at precisely the right moments for clarity and understanding and so that I may be of the highest service to others.  May the divine energies, vision, and  creativity always flow through me.

With divine blessings, I live a heart-centered life, breathing and feeling my love radiating out in smooth rhythmic waves shifting my body, my life and my world into beauty and balance.

I exist in a great column of Light which aligns me to the heart of Mother Earth and Father Sky, protecting me from harm and keeping me connected to the loving powers that be.

Loving Ones, help me always to live in the knowing that I am a powerful, magical Being of Light, a Medicine Woman of Healing Wisdom and Love, a creator of a world of joy and peace and harmony, with beauty, health and abundance within and without me.

May I hold and anchor all these higher vibrations and daily invoke them so that I never lose momentum.

May All these requests embody and manifest from within myself and may all that I ask  be for the Highest Good of all .

May all beings be so happy.

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Image by Mario Duguay. Archangel Michael's message came through Marlene Swetlishoff at  http://www.therainbowscribe.com

It's getting close to full moon and sacred ceremony time and I am excited to plan a great one for my spirit sisters. It will be about honoring 2 amazing old oak trees and then honoring our own innate wisdom and stepping up the energy of our inner/outer "medicine woman". We'll do some DNA activation, brain activation, and regeneration of our own physical and light bodies. Time to shift and uplift!

Her ashes fell from the alabaster urn like pale silken powder into the jade colored river of Big Sur, CA. The eight of us stood silent in the shade of towering redwoods witnessing the final release of Jane Jackson’s mortal remains. Some of Jane clung to the riverbank mud just below the waterline while the rest of her moved sinuously downstream like a long serpent. Observant Crow cawed out in approval from a branch high above.

Only one of us had actually ever met Jane. The rest of us were here to support our friend who had spent the last 2 years in deep mourning and depression over the loss of her mother. On this day we had gathered for an intimate ceremony and it was a beautiful, poignant moment, both short and sweet. There were no tears. All the tears had long ago been shed. For the daughter it was the culmination of achieving peace in her own soul at such a deep loss. There were no regrets, no deep heaving sorrow this day. I felt like my purpose was to bear witness, to put some wind under the wings of a burden set free.

I could never really tell you of the deep dark valleys of my friends heart-wrenching pain. I once saw the jagged edges of it. I heard a red cheeked muffled cry long ago. But I cannot tell you of her journey through grief’s turbulent waters. What I do know is I saw my friend emerge out of the canyon this ruby-leafed autumn day, strong and confident in some unshakeable truth that lay anchored in the sparkly jade of her eyes. She seems to have shed this feeling of deep-alone that she has always carried with her like a bedraggled blanket.

What I saw this day by a rushing wide river, and what I heard this day by a fire that consumed white stallion words, told me that here is a woman who has come full term into her own, wearing brown mud boots and silver moon hair. Here is a woman who can pour her mother out like a fine glass of champagne and feel like, “ now all is well, all is well.”

The crows circled and sang that day above the red and gold maple trees on the hill above the river. And it felt as if Jane was hugging the very air we breathed. In one auspicious moment we felt a wave of peaceful bliss blanket us and the forest felt still and warm. I bore witness today to miracles small and vast like the many white pearls wrapped around Anya’s neck and I am richer for it.