The Fall of The Deep State/Illuminati: The Return to Love and a Paradise Earth

The Fall of The Deep State/Illuminati: The Return to Love and a Paradise Earth Mar 7 2018
I remember a Paradise Earth– a time of great peace and beauty on earth. It was not just legendary. The Garden of Eden was real. At the moment, only a few locations on earth still hold the extraordinary energy of Eden.

Since the fall of this paradise earth many thousands of years ago, humans have been co-opted, reduced, marginalized, enslaved. Our normal state of being is extraordinary. We are joyful creative energy beings that stream God. We are that close to God. We are co-creators.

The Earth is the sparkling green jewel of the universe.

The greatest Human warriors, the bravest of the brave, the most noble, the most intelligent, perceptive, creative, and intuitive Humans are incarnated right now to spearhead this intergalactic event on Earth– the freeing of humanity.

I encourage you to get in touch with your intuition. If you live from you heart or intuition, you are less inclined to be mind-controlled. This is our greatest strength–our hearts. This event is understood by the heart. Nothing is at it seems. Everything is “falling apart”. Life as it is has to be re-assembled to allow in the New Earth; a return to Paradise many of us remember from our incarnations thousands of years ago.

Please help usher in this transformation. Your grandchildren will thank you. Invest in your healing. Clear up old, negative energies. Find your intuition. Your intuition sits in your shaman center right below your belly button. Ask for angels of love to assist you. Avoid television, most movies, fluoridated water and GMO food. Go out into nature.

Lots of Love. Blessings, Bethesda Star

Love heals. Truth expands. Love is the strongest force in the universe.

Love heals. Truth expands. Love is the strongest force in the universe. Many of us right now are fighting the good fight by expanding the truth through social media. Now that we have begun to awaken the sleeping masses, it’s time to become your most expanded self.

When I wrote a Master’s Thesis on shamanism, my research revealed shamans existed on almost every location on earth, at one time or another in recorded history. This means we all have shamanic roots. We are all Shamans.

We all come from the Stars. We are all part of God, just as the rays of the sun are part of the Sun. WE all have enormous power.

Like God, our primary power is love. Like God, and like “shamans” we have many helpers on the spirit level. We have angels, spirit guides, ancestors, power animals, and, in some cases, ET’s (the good ones). A bonus for us here on earth is that we can also rally the love and healing powers of the Middle World; the spirits of the rivers, flowers, mountains, stones, animals, air, earth, wind, and fire (and more).

A few years ago, in a shamanic journey with Fox (one of my power animals), we met with my spirit guide, St Germaine, on the soft, grassy banks of Indian Head River in Hanover, Massachusetts.
While the narrow, tea-colored river murmured gently and it’s crests of waves sparkled in the moonlight, we stared into a crackling campfire. He talked softly but also with a sense of urgency.

“The spirits of the trees, of the ancestors, the mountains, the birds; they are already” he declared and smiled.

One glance into his gentle, magnificent eyes and my whole body shook involuntarily. Not enough for him to notice, I hoped. Love I had known from animals, but rarely from a Human.

The soft wind rustled the leaves in the treetops. As the coolish wind brushed against my cheeks and face, the fire warmed my hands. Fox, Wolf, Bear– my power animals on that night–relaxed by the river bank. They were close enough if I needed them. My shaman center told me I was safe. St. Germaine was really him. My Power Animals were relaxed–that was a strong message to me.

I sighed. It was always a challenge, knowing who or what was from Love and what was from Hate. Demons, Reptiles, ET’s often presented themselves to me as one of my beloved power animals or spirit guides (hoping to steal my power or worse). Only my gut instincts and my power animals could see through the charade. I would demand, from almost every Being, “Are you from Love?”. If they were not, they’d slip back into their real form (against their will) and disappear through a portal back to whatever dark corner of the universe they had originated. Trickery, in the spirit world, is a rampant, as it is on Earth–at least in Middle World where I was at that moment.

But this was the real thing. This was St. Germaine, who had been Merlin in one of his lifetimes. His Silver light from Fox’s coat hoovered in gentle aura around him, and I could feel it’s soft ness against my coat.

“It’s time. The time is now,” he said.

I was listening to St. Germaine, but I was also relishing this moment of profound peace and incomparable beauty. My life on the physical plane was all about dodging bullets (or trying to). Evil was always stalking me and so a moment of absolute peace was rare in my entire life. My life even on the spiritual plane was about finding demons and lost entities and bringing them to the light or searching for souls parts to return to people, including myself. It was sometimes hard and dangerous. I just wanted one moment to relax.

But I pulled myself from this reverie, to give my full attention to St. Germaine. It was not often he appeared to me so vividly. My intuition and the guidance of my power animals has carried my soul through the invisible web of light the shore of Indian Head River (where that Abenaki Indians had lived in relative peace in 1800’s and where I had played as a child over a century later, under the protection of the spirits of the Abenaki) on this night. My body and soul was at home here on the banks of Indian Head River. His spirit had called me here. The

“The ancestors, your spirit animals, the angels, they are ready to assist you,” he said.

I sat up straighter and looked down at my clasped hands that rested on my lap.

“I have known about this time. When would all gather together to as one force of love to heal the earth,” I answered quietly.

There was something holding me back. I wasn’t sure if it was laziness or fear of being inadequate or of being judged. I surely did not like being the center of attention.

Full Moon Psychic Reading With Bethesda Star: The Middle East, Trump, Putin, Syria, The Future of America

The first thing I see is a giant grey spider with about eight long hairy legs with gray tennis ball feet. The spider is walking over the Middle East mindlessly pulling “energy” up from that area through an opening in it’s underbelly. The “energy” it feeds upon looks like garbage–except worse– grey, dull, dirty. The spider only consumes grey energy and keeps moving, feeding itself, never thoughtful, just surviving. The spider is a metaphor for an energy being we have created with our negative thoughts and projections.

Beneath the spider, in the land that is known as the Middle East, there is a portal. Various beings enter and exit through this portal. Evil energies move in and out of this area
rapidly. It is an opening to other “off-earth” energies to arrive and to leave. Like the spider, these energies are about consumption and feeding, but also rage, anger, deceit, cruelty, and survival. Always survival. The karmic dramas, the survival dynamics, the complex strategizing, the lack of humanity, wind in and out and through one another. Fear dominates–

In America, I see a cluster of malevolent energy. It is people I guess, maybe the Deep State (I don’t see faces). This evil is equal in depravity to that in the Middle East. But when you look at the total population of the US, it is only a very small portion of the population here in America that is deeply malevolent. But the two evils forces–American and Middle East (the two locations I asked about) are interacting rapidly now. There is a back and forth, choking each other, hissing, bombing–kind of thing going on. Without enough of our energy to feed off of, they are in a panic.

I see parts of the Middle East imploding, like a reverse volcano, falling in on itself, being swallowed up in it’s own depravity until there is nothing left but dust and emptiness. Not sure if this is because of a war or a natural calamity.

America, though, is vibrating very high right now– It is beautiful to perceive. The American people are tapping into a love source. A band of love (there are many bands and you can choose which one you want to tap into) covers America and many people are resonating with this band.

Don’t listen to the news. I see a small stage on which several cameras are focused. The people behind the cameras put up certain scenes and they have actors playing out the wishes of the negative forces. It is such a shockingly small theatrical stage that is broadcast all over the world, as if it IS the world. WE are the world.

I see Donald Trump in a bubble. He is separate from politics as usual. He appears indifferent or he has just taken a step back from the major action. He is neither evil or a Light Being. He is not the one changing the world, we are. I am not sure if he has been pushed out of center or it was a choice but he is not center stage. Putin’s energy is very similar to President Trump. They are not aligned with the evil on the planet, neither are they changing it as dramatically as is the people who are choosing to be love-filled.

I am being told that the only real choice right now is love or hate. It’s not Republican or Democrat or Green or progressive. It is love or hate (fear). Traditional politics and politicians are dying out. Many people in America, who are in the background, are choosing love and they are raising the vibration of America. The evil is disturbed by this new frequency because there is less “food” for them to consume.

I feel America will become the new spiritual center of Earth–moving from the Far East. I’m not sure what will happen economically here, but we are shedding an old skin and being re-born. Focusing on love ( and love of self is as important as love of others) and local community and the Earth and the messages of the animals is important piece of our revolution.Jane by Gate

I sense many positive intergalactic Beings are helping us through this awakening. Never give up, never become overwhelmed by the opposing forces. Know the God in your heart. Project love into the universe and become Love. This is the way.

Love and Blessings, Bethesda Star

Psychic Reading on Melania and Donald Trump, Hillary, Obama, the feminist movement, the future of America

The first thing I see is curved horns which I think are devil horns, but then realize they are bull horns, and a massive frame, and realize it is Donald Trump. He is angry and purposeful, like a bull in a fighting arena. He faces a huge sea of slithering movement in a dark pit. I look closer. It is bodies –maybe human– slithering, writhing, sexual, attacking, predators. My throat constricts and I feel nausea. It is a mass of depravity. I hear the words “ fall of Rome”.

This bull, Donald Trump, is singularly set to destroy this lowest level of human depravity. He is the only person on earth who can do this, I am being told. He is directed, keen, extremely intelligent– but it is a body intelligence, like a bull–sensing, moving, pursuing, instinctual and deadly to his enemies. Nothing can stop him and he is hated for this.

He is victorious as this first wave of depravity clashes with him. It looks like a Lord of the Rings battle (and the slithering beings look like Orcs).

I see people behind him (his supporters) who are strong, but nothing like him, but they are strong enough. When the first clash of armies is completed, with the Bull victorious, many other smaller battles, carry on, throughout the country. This will end our country as we know it. People divide up into groups. It looks like The Constitution prevails and I have a sense of early America.

Once the many wars and battles subside, there is a blending. The left and right merge. Smaller battles (intellectual, political ,moral) continue on a minor level, but the worst depravity has been broken up. Leaders, less intent than Trump, are able to move in and negotiate and transform.

Ivanka will be a close adviser and she will bring him important insight once they dust has settled from this first wave (and help to temper him).

I see Melania. I see mountains, snow-covered, a small village, lots of children and animals she played with as a child. She is a pure soul. She has been hurt by this presidential election. The evil and rage she sees in America has crushed her optimism.

She is scared for her son, and also concerned for her husband because of all the threats against him. What surfaced about his past has been painful for her, as she truthfully said she only knew him as a good man. She draws strength from her childhood and her roots in Slovenia. My message from my guides is to pray for her. She did not want this life– she has been dragged into it. Melania is stuck in the center of the hatred directed at Trump. Trump is a bull, it slides of of him. She is absorbing and feeling.

When she gets through this pain, she will be a strong person and she will speak her mind very strongly to him and he will listen (he respects her). He loves her –the way a bull might love–instinctual.

She is very important to our nation, because she will advise him from her heart, but she has to care about America again.

Donald Trump is strong, he will succeed in tearing down the most hedonistic activities, but even for a bull –this will be wearing. He will never receive the recognition he deserves, but he will change America for forever.

The feminist movement is working against Donald Trump. They see him as negative, abusive male energy, so there is collective rage against him (in a sense he is taking the heat for five thousand years of repression by the patriarch) making his life harder and this will have an effect on his ability to do this work. They are distracting him. This will only antagonize him and he will ruthlessly react, as he does not want to be distracted and he has no respect for this group. The movement is important as it will help heal women of anger and prepare them for a new future.

I see the feminist group as swarms of angry bees–very inwardly focused. I see them moving– in black swarms. He is watching their movement. Oh, I see the bees hitting a wall –many walls–and then dispersing, breaking up into small components and falling to the ground and becoming grounded–seeded, if you will, and then the movement will become positive. I see groups of women, involved in helping their communities. The angry bees–become seeds of transformation in the new healthy soil. The Era of Women (equality between men and women and children) predicated by ancient people such as the Hopi, will arrive.

Bill Clinton is down. Hillary Clinton hangs onto a few threads of energy. Not sure where she is pulling it from (although I can guess) as she has no inner light…she is simply as face…a human face…but no light. Her ethereal body still has a force, but her substance is gone. Bill will go very quickly. His karma has caught up with him. She has protection, but then she will pass. Where she is going is even worse than Bill. My stomach knots, I look away.

Trump will bull his way through the environmental issues as his main goal goal is revitalizing the economy and the heart of America. He doesn’t care what he has to do to achieve his goal. Everything is a red flag. He will charge. He will steamroll any groups that try to give him trouble. He seems to have unlimited power.

Obama is scared. He was a slave to the Clintons. He sold his soul. He didn’t want to do the things he did. I see him slumped over and gray, but an old man.

I see in the near future a revitalized economy which will give birth to new environmental solutions. American economic recovery will feed money into small groups who care about the earth. I see so much green (local, small) ,new housing, local greenhouses. Artificial climate change initiatives like Harp will flounder, so our environment will thrive.

Trump dislikes the resistance at DAPL, but he respects the leader. Trump enjoys meeting strong leaders and he respects them (another bull). I do see him him meeting with a leader in the Native American community.

In the end, when Trump passes over, he will be a bull set free, I see him on a red rocky mesa running full steam across the mesas..that looks like Mars.

Melania is in the new America– the Age of (healed) Women, as the Hopi predicted, and she is the energetic forerunner to the future. President Trump was the bulldozer that cleared and cleansed the soil– from which the new America will rise.

More Details on Prince’s Murder

Prince ParlorI had another light channeling session with Prince yesterday morning. I’d considered attending the public opening of his home Paisley Park, in Minneapolis, scheduled in April and wanted to ask Prince if he thought it was a good idea.

For some reason, I also asked if his murderer ( in our first session together about two weeks ago he said he had been murdered, so that was no longer a question) would be at Paisley Park during the public event.

Prince’s soul image appeared over my left shoulder and the other images he (and my own guides) were sending came forward from the center of my third eye.

ME: “Will the person who murdered you be at the event?

I saw a long, winding, stream of black and white dominos that originated in the past and were completed in the present. They started to fall forward until they arrived at the feet of a single white male. The last domino fell at his feet –the murderer. He was someone close to Prince at the time of his death last April. The man was young–maybe thirty–light dark hair (I’d heard another psychic say Princes was murdered by his chef). Above this man’s head were three other people– a female –(she was the clearest image and the most powerful) and two males aside of her who were dim (which meant they were less important).

The murder was a conspiracy of three higher ups (who had a female leader) which lead to a domino effect of circumstances, which lead to the one single male who did the dirty work.

Murders, especially assassinations ( and particularly by the Illuminati) of public figures (like Prince) are often planned many years ahead of the actual event. The long line of dominoes, the perfect orchestration of them, and then the man at the end, were strong metaphors for a long, detailed, perfectly organized crime.

The manner of his death is important to Prince. Not only does he want it reconciled for his benefit, but because assassinations are happening to other people–such as JFK, MLK, Michael Jackson, Tupac, Princess D, Malcolm X, and on and on–by the same shadow government, often referred to as the Illuminati.

The murderer would be at the gathering at Paisley Park. I saw him amidst the crowd (in the psychic images) but I wasn’t sure if Prince felt it was important for me to be there–I’ll check in later about that and keep you updated.

Prince projected many more images of how people could heal with color and food and I will include that in my next post.

In peace and love, Bethesda Star.

Prince Murder Update

Prince Murder Update Jan 24 2017
I had another light channeling session with Prince yesterday morning. I’d considered attending the public opening of his home Paisley Park, in Minneapolis, scheduled in April and wanted to ask Prince if he thought it was a good idea.

For some reason, I also asked if his murderer ( in our first session together about two weeks ago he said he had been murdered, so that was no longer a question) would be at Paisley Park during the public event.

Prince’s soul image appeared over my left shoulder and the other images he (and my own guides) were sending came forward from the center of my third eye.

ME: “Will the person who murdered you be at the event?

I saw a long, winding, stream of black and white dominos that originated in the past and were completed in the present. They started to fall forward until they arrived at the feet of a single white male. The last domino fell at his feet –the murderer. He was someone close to Prince at the time of his death last April. The man was young–maybe thirty–light dark hair (I’d heard another psychic say Princes was murdered by his chef). Above this man’s head were three other people– a female –(she was the clearest image and the most powerful) and two males aside of her who were dim (which meant they were less important).

The murder was a conspiracy of three higher ups (who had a female leader) which lead to a domino effect of circumstances, which lead to the one single male who did the dirty work.

Murders, especially assassinations ( and particularly by the Illuminati) of public figures (like Prince) are often planned many years ahead of the actual event. The long line of dominoes, the perfect orchestration of them, and then the man at the end, were strong metaphors for a long, detailed, perfectly organized crime.

The manner of his death is important to Prince. Not only does he want it reconciled for his benefit, but because assassinations are happening to other people–such as JFK, MLK, Michael Jackson, Tupac, Princess D, Malcolm X, and on and on–by the same shadow government, often referred to as the Illuminati.

The murderer would be at the gathering at Paisley Park. I saw him amidst the crowd (in the psychic images) but I wasn’t sure if Prince felt it was important for me to be there–I’ll check in later about that and keep you updated.

Prince projected many more images of how people could heal with color and food and I will include that in my next post.

In peace and love, Bethesda Star.

US Troops Arrive In Poland

US Troops Arrive In Poland Jan 14 2017

On Friday the United States positioned an estimated 4000 armed forces (with tanks and trucks) on Polish soil near the Russian border as a reaction to an unclear Russian threat to Poland. I believe this warmongering by US lame duck president Barack Obama is dangerous and I’m praying Putin remains unprovoked.
I am happy to-repost the message below from Polish citizen Roger Domagalski who says, from his perspective, Russia is non-aggressive and that “it’s just a quiet Saturday afternoon in Poland”. Thank you Roger. Keep the uncensored news coming our way.

Roger Domagalski
5 hrs · Warsaw, Poland ·

A quick note to my US friends. Please share this with your own friends and families, co-workers, bowling team members, office mates, guys you hang out with at the local bar, etc. Despite what you may be seeing and hearing on your TV news, Putin is not threatening Poland. Russia is not interested in attacking my country. As I look out my window right now I can see the other side of the Vistula river. I can assure all of you that here are no Russian soldiers, tanks, APCs, helicopters or jeeps visible on the other side of the river. Our borders have not been violated by Russian forces. We are not being attacked or even threatened by our neighbor to the east. Relax, USA, it’s just a quiet Saturday afternoon in Poland. We’d like to keep it that way.

Wolf Full Moon: Wolf’s Prediction for 2017

WolfWolf Medicine is bone strong (I feel Wolf in my marrow) and corresponds to the North, winter, ice, the moon, tribe, teaching, leadership, the night, Spirit World, Ancestors, and following new paths. This Wolf Full Moon, in 2017 may be particularly powerful for new beginnings and new paths. The numerals 2017 vibrate with the energy of “1”. Two plus one plus seven equals ten—which is a one vibration in numerology.

Wolf and the number “1” and a grand cross appearing on the same day as the full moon, January 12th? Wow. This could be powerful. Warnings have been issued by astrologists. I’ve read things like “stay home” and “try not to react to the strong emotions; wait until the energy has passed and emotions have settled”. I was wondering what Wolf had to say about His namesake Moon, combined with the “1” vibration of 2017 (not to mention the emotions and issues connected with the presidential inauguration on January 20th).

So I closed my eyes and call upon Wolf–

Snow falls onto a meadow already blanketed in snow. The sky is gray and the air is moist. Wolf steps into the meadow from a natural opening in a pine forest. He looks left and right, then straightforward, and begins to trot toward a light in the sky, which is over my left shoulder. I merge with Wolf. Through his eyes I see, in the sky, a strange, never-before-seen sun and moon “collaboration”—more like collusion. It is an uncomfortable light (too bright) and awkward, as if masculine and feminine energies are too close and need to move apart to find their own place in the sky (universe).

We continue beyond this light, through the snow. We walk quietly now alongside an old gray rock wall that reminds me of the stone walls in New England, where I grew up. The woods are silent and empty and the sky is a dark gray now. We continue to trot up and down snow-covered hills. We cross a body of water and then land gently in sunny field of green grass. The sun (again) seems too bright.

We follow a path through the grassy meadows until we reach the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean.
It’s not a cliff in America. It feels and looks like England. Large waves crash against the wall of the cliff–the spray misting our fur. Wolf turns left and continues along the cliff. We walk until night and then we enter a forest. Ahead, deeper into the woods, a black hooded cloaked figure sits on a log. A crystal ball is perched on another log beside him. We can’t see his face (as he keeps it hidden) but large, frothy waves and tumultuous seas slap against the inside of the ball.

“What does this mean”? I ask the Hooded Person

“Changes are coming,” he says, like a business man who is disguised as Monk or a mystic.

“Well what kind” ? I reply.

He nods towards the ball. Turbulent ocean waves still crash the sides of the inside of the crystal ball. I simply stare and then Wolf and I start to trot away, when I stop and look back.

“Is that all?” I ask. Telepathically someone says “No”.

Aside us the earth opens up and a downward tunnel is revealed. We trot down the sides of a tunnel into we are in the middle of Earth. A woman, maybe an elder, but it seems to be all women, of all ages—the Feminine is before us. She is not quite a spirit, not quite incarnate or in human form. She glows and as she moves she radiates with joy and mysticism.

Then I understand. The feminine will evolve to a new height; a new dimension; a new quality of mysticism not quite seen on earth before. This shift on earth will heighten her abilities and transform her relationship to her own body and the earth and her work. She will be a new form of human, completely healed.

On the other hand, as I think back on the Monk/business man, I realize the male will experience a duality, of trying to be spiritual and evolved, but hanging on to old archetypes. He will hang on to the old, but give an appearance of having changed (so be wary). Clashing will occur until the masculine takes his proper place in the universe as an equal (but not a superior) to the feminine.

Wolf and I return to the surface of the earth and begin to re-retrace our steps. First, along the coastline in England, and then through the green meadow, then crossing an ocean and back into the snow-covered meadow. Now the ancient grey rock wall is on our right as we trot through the snow. Wolf stops where I had originally seen him—at the edge of the forest. I unmerge with Wolf, kneel down in the snow and hug him, my tears invisible in the wet fur. Snowflakes fall gently onto my hair. I let go.

“Thank you” I say, standing up. He nods and I watch as he trots off back into the woods. I’m now a solitary figure. After a moment of reflection and awe, I retrace my own steps back to Middle World.

So that is the message from Wolf. Interpret as you see fit. Since January 12 (today) is also my birthday and a full moon, I will, of course, be walking in the moonlight.

“Be Crazy, Wild, Beautiful” Prince

PrinceCHANNELED MESSAGE; IMPORTANT DETAILS OF HIS DEATH AND INSPIRATION FOR LIFE

 

When I read the circumstances of Prince death, I was immediately suspicious. It reminded me of what occurred with Michael Jackson. I listened to Purple Rain over and over again, like I was being urged to hear the meaning behind the words and feelings (It was actually from his song “Let’s Go Crazy” wherein I found a significant clue to his death) but it was from Purple Rain I felt a jolt of spiritual communion with his soul. This connection with Prince music and Prince, unfolded in a manner similar to Michael. I knew very little about either man, until after they died, and then became swept up in a need to know.

Just this week, I decided I wanted to speak to more directly to Prince.

Channeled messages through the mental body are what I call a “light contact”. They occur here in the world of the living, but on the invisible realm. In a light contact this morning I connected with the spirits of Prince and Michael.

So, without further embellishment, this is what occurred this morning while I sat on my grey rug on my bedroom floor beside my dog. I closed my eyes and, almost immediately (like he had already been hanging out for awhile), felt a spirit come into the room. It was Prince. I smiled and began to ask questions.

12/5/17

Me: Are you happy Prince?

PRINCE: Yes, very
(a slight smile)

Me: Why?

PRINCE: I’m with God. I’m not alone anymore. (I saw that the symbol that had become his name had merged with him)

Me. How did you die?

PRINCE: A shot of something with a needle. I believe it was phenobarbitol. I was killed. And then thrown into the elevator.

Me: Are you angry about how you died?

PRINCE: Yes and no. Yes, because I wish more people knew about these people who do stuff like this. We need to shine the light on them, expose them. It is happening everywhere. All the time. To black artists and others. They use our energy because they have none of their own. They are like empty holes.

Me. Can we protect ourselves?

PRINCE: Yes and no. Collectively, humanity needs to become a vessel for God. The collective love on the planet will oust this evil. It will take a major shift in consciousness.

Me. Do you see that happening?

PRINCE: Yes, my own death was part of the awakening. People who loved me need to wake up to God, so these murders stop happening.

Me. Did you know you were going to die?

PRINCE: Yes.

Me. How?

PRINCE: There were signs.

Me. Like what?

PRINCE: Birds warned me. A shift in the energy around me. I thought I could protect myself.

Me. You do seem sad Prince.

PRINCE: I am. I wasn’t done. I had so much more to say.

Me. How can we help you?

PRINCE: Believe in yourselves. Be your most outrageous, crazy, beautiful, wild selves. There’s great power in that. If enough people become their own Prince..or Princess…I’d be happier. See yourselves as God. I mean it. God’s children. Pure.

(AT this moment, I thought, how watching Prince’s vidos lately–which I had never seen-gave me courage to be my most outrageous–which, for me, meant going back to my writing and it also meant owning my ability to communicate and to travel through the universe with my spirit–my shamanic skills were my purple cape and and black net stockings)

Me. How do we heal the planet?

PRINCE: By healing ourselves. Healing the hate and bigotry and pain and discomfort. Your discomfort in yourself is what makes you unique. Express it. My job had been to make people aware that even a person like me, a freak maybe, in some people’s eyes,–could be beautiful in all my ever-changing selves. Each self was a an aspect of God. Each face was a different face of God.

Me. Is your soul from the Purple Ray?

PRINCE: Yes.

We both smile. I’m struck by his gentle pure spirit. Prince, who was speaking to me through my mental body, began to fade.

“Thank you,” I said, and he smiled softly, as his energy faded, and another energy, much brighter and lighter, descended into my mental body.

It was Michael Jackson. I’d had several transmissions from Michael during the two years I’d been working on a screenplay about him. I was emotionally connected to him, but this was another mental transmission. I did not know much about Michael until after he died. It was when he started to contact me from the spirit world, that I began to research his life and death. I had grown to love and respect him. I was in the middle of writing his story, when my process was disturbed by negative forces that did not want the world to know the truth about his murder. So I had to stop writing. This was the first contact with him in at least two years. I was surprised and very happy.

Me. Michael.

He smiles and spins, shedding sparkles as he turns, then he stops and looks into the area into which Prince had vanished, then at me.

Me. Michael do you know what happened (i.e. how the forces, the same ones that killed Michael and Prince, had toppled my life and destroyed much of my writing)?

MICHAEL: A tidal wave moved in to destroy you and your project.. They preyed on your weakness and insecurities. It was hard for them, because you were protected.

Me. I’m sorry

Michael just smiles.

Me. How are you?

He spins, creating swirls of light and sparkles. He stops and smiles. His answer is in his motion. He is good.

Me. You need to help Prince.

Michael smiles and looks again in the direction in which Prince had disappeared. I sense the connection between them as deeply loving, but highly competitive. Prince is a “Little Brother” to Michael, although they are Both very high frequency Beings from the Angelic level. I had a strong sense Prince was from the Purple Ray connected to the Archangel St. Germaine (also known as Holy Brother and Merlin the Magician and many other Enlightened Beings who have incarnated). One the primary goals of the Purple Flame Souls is to “initiate our souls in the science and ritual of transmutation through the violet flame”. The Purple Soul Light also represents “freedom, justice, mercy, alchemy, and sacred ritual–a new lifewave, a new civilization, a new energy”.

Michael is of the Blue Ray of creation and associated and with protection and strength and the Vibration is considered the most God-like. In the Jehovah Witness religion it is believed St. Michael is the same Being as Jesus (both Michael Jackson and Prince had strong connections to this religion) . St. Michael is the protector, especially of children. He is the slayer of evil and he is often depicted as a warrior– armed with sword, helmet and shield.

It made sense hat Prince’s soul originated in the purple ray which is about transformation through fire and ritual, and that Michael was from the blue ray of consciousness– which is about love and protection for all children and people. Michael did not see black or white, as much as Prince did, and Michael felt a need to care for all children in the world. Prince advocated primarily for his own people and wanted to give black people freedom from all forms of slavery.

Michael smiles.

ME: Should I continue with this project (the screenplay)?

MICHAEL: Take it to another level.

Wearing his open-chested white cotton shirt, he dives into an ocean, then u turns and propels straight up through the ocean, breaking free of the surface and then straight up to the stars and to the moon. Where he stops…diamond dust settles everywhere. I understand his message. Less heavy earth images and more of God. Then I see images of him as a pirate. It was either one of his past lives or one of his many fantasies. I understood he wants his story told through a fantasy person. It would be autobiographical fantasy.

He also transmitted that my account of his life and his death (murder) would never get produced because of all the copyrights issues and because of __________(his former attorney, who was not his attorney at his death, but who took control of the estate) would never allow Michael’s image or life story to be published, especially since it would also implicate _________.

Me: Do you have a message for humanity?

MICHAEL: Yes, love, love and more love. Send love to all the animals, Mother Earth, the stars, and each other.

Me. I love you Michael.

Michael. I love you Jane

Me. Please let me know if there is anything we can do for you.

He nods and disappears in a swirl of diamond glitter.

I’m not exactly sure why these amazing men contact me. These are my guesses. 1. I am also from either the Blue or Purple Ray and we are part of the same soul group and we share similar goals for humanity. 2. They can see my energy field and read who I am and what I am trying to accomplish in the world and it correspondence with their goals. (kind of same as number 1) 3. LOVE.

BREAKING NEWS: JULIAN ASSANGE, “REST IN POWER”

BREAKING NEWS: JULIAN ASSANGE, “REST IN POWER” Oct 4 2016
I believe in Julian Assange. So much so, the alarm on my phone beside my bed didn’t even have to ring for me to be awake and staring at the ceiling at three am this morning. It took me only a few moments. Julian Assange. Oh yes, he was about to speak. I threw off the covers, slipped into my robe, turned on the teapot, and opened up Youtube on the computer on the faux marble, counter in my un-Santa Fe kitchen, in Santa Fe, New Mexico.