Here is a message from Ninmah and Ea in the threshold night of Maha Shivaratri.
He who destroys the darkness makes way for She who brings the light.
Two from One One from Two
He stands beneath you, holding you up He stands above you, lifting you up He walks behind you, as the protector He walks ahead of you, opening the way He is your right hand He is your left hand He is in your heart
Holding Trishula above the highest mountain He blasts its light upon the world Casting the darkness away Destroying its deputies Bringing peace where chaos ruled Bringing love where the land was dry Guiding humanity towards its glorious destiny
He makes way for Her to bring the Light For you to take your power back The New Time Has Begun
Note to Readers:
Shiva, the Destroyer of Darkness, in the Hindu trinity is a remembered aspect of Prince Ea, imperial prince from the Anakhim empire (Sirius B star system).
Ninmah was an incarnation of Elena’s wherein she was raised in the imperial family of Anu, as cousin to Ea.
Ea and Elena are what is called twin fractals, born at the same moment by Creator.
It is an honor to have them both present for the birth of the new human, as humanity moves from third density and into fifth density. Neither consider themselves as being above Earth humanity. They are here to serve.
Elena is assisting humanity back into the Light by giving us updates on our solar system, the relationships Earth military have with benevolent ET military, etc.
There were years where I felt like I was losing my mind.
Because suddenly, the world around me questioned my integrity.
They stopped believing me.
They ran when I spoke.
Friends laughed.
Family changed the subject.
Some called me dramatic.
Some called me dangerous.
Some crazy, or weird.
Some just… stopped calling.
And you know what?
The hardest part wasn’t even the mocking.
It was sitting at dinner tables, smiling politely, pretending nothing was happening –
just to hold on to a little bit of normalcy and familiarity.
All while something inside me shattered….
every single day, again and again.
I tried to warn gently.
I tried to ask questions softly.
I tried to not sound “crazy.”
I tiptoed around everyone until I was completely burnt out from pretending.
Sometimes I failed.
Sometimes I burned bridges with too much fire.
Sometimes I withdrew because fighting for connection hurt more than being alone.
There were nights I lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking: “These are my friends. My family. They’ve known my laugh, my fears, my whole history – how can they suddenly not trust my heart?”
There were years without hugs.
Without human warmth.
Just distance stretching wider than any argument.
Conversations that ended in silence.
Days where I felt untethered from the people who once felt like home.
And no – I didn’t wanted distance.
I simply couldn’t unsee what I had seen.
There were moments I hated everyone.
Moments I wanted to scream.
Moments I wanted to be wrong just so life would feel simple again.
But I kept going. There was no way back.
I had to be honest with myself.
And slowly, the anger ran out of oxygen.
It might have been justified… but it was suffocating me.
It burned in my chest like heat with nowhere to go.
Until I realized something brutal and freeing:
The world didn’t owe me understanding.
And I didn’t owe the world my resentment.
So I did the hardest thing.
I forgave.
It hurt.
It wasn’t fair.
But I would not let the wound become my personality.
This kind of forgiveness wasn’t… graceful. It was survival. It was the moment I said: “I’m not carrying this into who I’m becoming.”
So when you start seeing what I saw years ago… You might feel anger. You might feel betrayed. You might think we’re cold.
We’re not.
We’re simply done burning. We already walked through the rage. We already screamed into the dark. We already paid for this clarity… in sleep, in tears, in years.
What you’re feeling now?
We felt it too.
We just stayed long enough for it to transform.
And when you’re ready – really ready –
I won’t say, “I told you.”
I’ll say, “I know.”
Because I do.
I know what it feels like to have your worldview collapse.
I know what it feels like to grieve people who are still alive.
I know what it feels like to be called crazy for trusting your gut.
And I know what it feels like to come out the other side…
Clear.
Grounded.
Sovereign.
Finally no longer owned by the wound.
If you’re waking up now,
I’m not here to shame you.
I’m here to tell you:
It will hurt.
Let the anger move.
Let the grief break you open.
Let the illusions fall.
And then – reclaim your power from it.
Do it for you.
Do it for the children.
For humanity.
Because the life on the other side of resentment is lighter than you can imagine.
Unlike northern oaks, Live Oaks spread wide, their branches curving over the forest floor…
I’m still exploring the northern reaches of Bulow Woods, the closest State Park near home. This is a series of photos attempting to capture a sense of the diversity and layers of life in this ancient hammock (protected place) where the Seminole used to live.
In some areas, the forest is open, welcoming, mid-morning light warming the winter grasses, the path wide.
A fallen giant, felled by a hurricane
Some of the largest and oldest oaks are microclimates supporting ferns, vines and mushrooms.
Winter flowersSlippery when wet…Tall cabbage palmsResurrection ferns
Last Friday, I encountered a local, an older woman walking her dog. She told me that she had already walked the loop trail which has been “officially closed” for quite a while. So, being the explorer I am, I decided to come back and do that part of the trail. I already knew the general layout having visited over 9 years ago. The trail is a dent in the fallen leaves and debris lying on the forest floor.
Here I ventured past the “Area Closed” sign and started the 2.2 mile loop around the center of this portion of Bulow Woods.
On this .6 mile section, I noticed little green dots lodged in the trees as temporary trail markers. I think the reason why the public is not being allowed into the area is because unless you’re acquainted with the sometimes subtle markers, you might get lost. Since I’ve been hiking for over 50 years, I didn’t have any concerns other than I knew I would be tired after hiking the entire 5.2 miles.
Colorful lichensThis fallen tree had an entire fern garden That’s the trail…Vigorous Saw Palmetto was thriving in the deep forestAnother trail sign. I’m still on route.The southern most portion of the loop edges along Cisco DitchTea-colored Cisco Ditch, partially man-made “creek”More trail…Seeds from the Coontie plantWildlife sighting: ArmadilloStrange little animal Trail markerMarsh Palms, pines and oaks predominate in this forest
In “normal” years, Florida receives more rain. This portion of the marsh trail is usually quite muddy but this time there was only a few spots. I just had to pick my way through the grass tuffs and watch for trail markers.
Loop completed
With the completion of the loop portion of the trail, I still had 1.5 miles of walking back to where I was parked.
The weather was perfect, clear and crystalline, great day for a very long walk.
Hope you enjoyed the little outing. It’s hard to capture the essence of this preserved part of old Florida. So much is being ripped down and covered with concrete. These woods are a sanctuary for me and others who enjoy spending time in quiet nature.
On the way out, I heard a very loud owl. Not sure what type. There were also hordes of American Robins, perhaps here to munch on overly ripe holly berries. I also saw signs of feral pig activity. They damage the trail, but it was mostly older.
On the entire trip, I saw 5 people and two dogs, and that was in the beginning “open” section of the trail. I was blissfully alone with the birds, armadillos and squirrels on the loop trail.
Get outside when you can, especially now when so many things are unraveling in the media and geopolitical sphere.
Much love to all,
Eliza Ayres
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We are living through an era that demands we face things most people have avoided for too long; uncomfortable truths, shattered illusions, moral rot exposed in places we were taught to trust, and a constant sense that the ground beneath the world we knew, is giving way.
It’s heavy, it’s exhausting, and at times it feels almost unbearable to keep looking, to keep processing, to keep standing upright in the middle of it all. But there is no escape hatch from a moment like this. There is no shortcut around grief, no detour around truth, no safe bypass around the reckoning that comes when lies collapse under their own weight.
The instinct to numb out, to look away, to pretend nothing is happening is understandable, but it doesn’t lead anywhere. It only delays the inevitable, and often makes the cost higher when the storm finally catches up.
Going through means allowing yourself to feel the shock, the anger, the sadness and the disillusionment, without letting those emotions harden into despair. It means resisting the urge to cling to comforting narratives when reality is asking for courage instead. It means staying awake, even when sleep would feel easier.
History has always worked this way. Collapse precedes renewal and exposure precedes reform. Storms clear the air not because they are gentle, but because they are thorough.
If there is to be a calmer, more peaceful future, one rooted in truth rather than illusion, it cannot be built on denial. It has to be earned by walking straight through the chaos with eyes open and a brave heart.
The storm is loud right now. The winds are strong. The waves are rough. But storms pass, and they only pass when we stop running from them and learn how to stand in the rain long enough for the sky to clear.
And the sky will clear, so have faith and hold the line… 🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
Bird feast @ Bulow Woods, Cedar CreekWood Storks at the partyTwo EgretsWinter Color – Brazilian Pepper Bush (non-native)Calm Waters – Bulow Creek MarshAnother FishermanLive Sand Oaks at No. Peninsula State Park A quiet pathI love these little contorted coastal oaks…Princess Place – aftermath of prescribed burnOsprey @ Princess PlaceSmoke from the prescribed burns
This is a selection of photos taken during several hikes in January. I visited my favs: Princess Place, Bulow Woods and North Peninsula State Park.
About the prescribed burns… whether you’re aware or not, Florida does get serious brush fires periodically. The native flora is accustomed to it. After looking a bit rough for a couple of seasons, strong new growth always reappears. I’ve also discovered that many of the so-called state forests are lumber operations where the woods are periodically cut and replaced for income. Princess Place has some of these pine woods.
January has been very cold with some days in the upper twenties which is cold for a subtropical climate. I know the northern states have suffered under ice and snow. We haven’t but there has been ice on the windshields at sunrise occasionally. This Saturday, it is supposed to be REALLY cold with the high only in the mid-40’s. Fortunately, I still own some of my hiking gear from Washington State, gloves, hats, mittens, and coats.
Thanks to the people who made some donations in December and January.
I did take my vehicle in to the shop and got the squeaking serpentine belt changed out (still under parts warranty), an oil change, fluid check, and tire rotation. Still haven’t done the major work of replacing the gas tank ($3K) and the check engine light is still in, but the car is running really well despite it. I spoke to a neighbor who is bit of a mechanic and he told me the engine might use more gas when the light is on, but since I don’t go far, it really isn’t a concern right now. I took Bella the Kia out this morning to Princess Place and she was purring like a kitten.
Events are slowly unfolding… or appear to be slow when they aren’t really. Did you think successfully taking down a 300K+ year cult would happen overnight?
Like Alex Collier has told us (for the past 35 years) that some of us (millions) came back in time for just these times, to right a terrible wrong. If you want to learn more about that story, listen to Alex’s stories and webinars. I know I was in the Black League during the Orion Wars which were 300K years ago or so…
In the alternate timeline, Earth humanity would have been killed off and replaced by cloned super soldiers who would be used to conquer the rest of the galaxy for their masters, the Nebu and the Ciakahrr. Instead, due to the sacrifice made by millions of extraterrestrial envoys, that dark future has been reversed. Now, we are moving into the golden age where Earth humanity will rapidly evolve both spiritually and technologically, eventually becoming the Architects who conquer both time and space. You can read more about that story in Elena’s book, Koldas: Beyond Neptune.
Meanwhile, my life is very quiet… the occasional hospital visits to check on my INR levels (for the blood thinner) etc. Life in Palm Coast continues, relatively quiet despite all the ongoing drama in the geopolitical arena.
Two more months of winter… Hope you’re all hanging in there.
Love, Eliza
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Tuned into a podcast in which MTG is complaining that MAGA was a lie.
If you agree, let me be as polite as I can be, you are as clueless as MTG.
Why has the military invited 34 nations in the western hemisphere to a February 11th summit?
Do you really think it is limited to cartels and crime? ♟️
Did you believe that MAGA – making America great again, was to be done in isolation? Are you, like MTG, whining?
Do you really think Trump focusing on other countries violates the goals of MAGA?
Are you aware that to defeat the Oligarchs, who run the New World Order, the Central Banks, and are the puppeteers of the Globalist political patsies, it means surgically dissecting their efforts to knock them and their pawns off the chessboard? ♟️
Do you think that financial sovereignty is achieved in a bubble? Are you aware that as long as we have a Federal Reserve controlling the economy that the US remains under control of the Cabal’s Central Bankers?
Can Trump and his Cabinet extricate us from the global faction by simply wearing blinders and only focusing on domestic issues?
I could go on with more questions to get one to re-think what is really in play, but I am not here to argue the points.
That is what is designed to further division.
I am reminding you that your focus has gone awry.
If you are criticizing Trump and accusing MAGA of promises violated then it means you have lost sight that this is a Spiritual war.
It means that perhaps you are those who voted for Trump, supported Trump, but have moved into a critical, judgmental emotional mindset.
Has the devil infected your mind?
Is it possible that the dissension arising within MAGA/America First is a result of infiltration by the devils’ minions?
Does it mean you have lost faith in God or is it simply the devil’s distractions blinding you?
2 Corinthians 11:14
And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.
Please take a step back. Reflect on your own expectations of what you think should happen (ed).
Those are your expectations. That is the script you created in your heart and mind.
But when you are looking at it through your personal prism, you are blinded and unable to see the reality prism.
It is legitimate and fair to expect justice along with other things that Trump promised.
It will come in God’s time, not yours.
Think of it like an onion. If you peel the layers off the onion to get to its heart you encounter layers of tough skin. After removing that layer you encounter a layer of slimy flesh that is harder to remove than the tough skin before it.
For each and every issue that Trump and Co are tackling, cutting to the heart is not without obstacles and barriers, enemies and saboteurs, friends who are, in truth, foes. Slimy actions done in the past by slimy servants of the devil.
Trump and his Cabinet Secretaries are working daily on behalf of We the People.
Ephesians 6:11
Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.
Consider this: we are only one year into a four year term. How about reflecting on the accomplishments that have been achieved. How about considering the vast layers of the deep rot. How about accepting that small wins are what matters as they signify progress.
If you want peace inside yourself focusing on gratitude will help you see the progress we are making in this Spiritual war.
God bless 🙏
HAVE YOU LOST FOCUS THAT THIS IS A SPIRITUAL WAR?
Tuned into a podcast in which MTG is complaining that MAGA was a lie.
If you agree, let me be as polite as I can be, you are as clueless as MTG.
Why has the military invited 34 nations in the western hemisphere to a February… pic.twitter.com/45bjsNpZS4
God is within you as Consciousness. You, my friends, are fractals of Creator Source. She… and yes, it is feminine essence, is within, anchored in your heart center.
Just a reminder for those who are whining about the time this movie production is taking…
HU-MAN from ancient understandings of sound, vibration, and creation
HU is a sacred sound. It represents light, breath, and the original vibration that brings consciousness into form. It’s often used in chanting to reconnect with higher awareness.
HU-MAN from ancient understandings of sound, vibration, and creation
HU is a sacred sound. It represents light, breath, and the original vibration that brings consciousness into form. It’s often used in chanting to reconnect with higher awareness.
MAN relates to manifestation. It speaks to form, structure, and the bringing of energy into matter.
Put together, HU-MAN can be understood as light made manifest in the body. Consciousness experiencing itself through physical form. You are not just a body with awareness, you are awareness expressing itself as a body.
This is why practices that work with breath, sound, and intention are so powerful. They help you remember what you already are.
✨🙌🏽💫
Notes to Readers:
HU is a specific category of species that exists across the Multiverse. The HU genome was seeded on worlds within the Nataru galaxy a long time ago, first in the MAN system, known as “Lyra” or Kepler 62 by our astronomers. Earth was seeded later by several root races, seeded by the Intergalactic Confederation and augmented by the DNA of galactic races like the Pleiadians who later visited our planet.
Originally, Earth was the site of an evolutionary experiment, one that would take millions of years to complete. This experiment was interfered with, unintentionally, by the Anakhim, some 372 thousand years ago when the Anakhim kashkal (expedition) arrived in the Sol system.
Other species found in the Multiverse include Reptilians and Grays, with some species being uniquely their own.
Through her book The Seeders, Elena Danaan has told us the history of the HU genome in our galaxy, in NATARU, our galactic mother. She has continued to share her knowledge about our long hidden history and starry origins through webinars and books.
You can find examples of the numerous species and races present in Nataru by reading her new series, Encyclopedia Galactica. Volumes I and II are now available. In these texts — available only in hardback — are paintings rendering the general appearance of numerous races and species, and a short explanation of their location, planet, star system and origin if known.
Earth humans are unique as we carry in our physical genome, 22 different races, not all HU. Some are of intergalactic origin. Others are of galactic origins, a blending of races with Earth humans when our world was colonized by visitors from many star systems, especially Sirius, Arcturus, the Pleiades, Andromeda, Tau Ceti, and the Centauri worlds.
Elena specifically wrote the Encyclopedia Galactica to assist star seeds, otherwise known as envoys, a glimpse at what their original star nation’s people look like. When you view these pages, you will find yourself resonating with some of the images more than others.
Elena has been granted access to the galactic libraries on board The Excelsior, the GFW mothership that is stationed in time dilation above Earth. Part of her mission is to help humanity understand their unique qualities, origins, and history.
I know I’m an old soul, most probably from the Intergalactic Confederation meaning my origins are not from Earth. I’ve lived and died on many worlds within this galaxy and will continue my mission to assist in freeing all worlds from the galactic tyranny that would have overcome Nataru and the Multiverse had not millions of volunteer envoys incarnated here on Terra. I responded to The Call long ago… and am now witnessing Earth break free from the control Matrix put into place by space invaders hundreds of thousands of years ago.
I am here out of Love. So is Elena and the many millions of Envoys who have been born here.
Over-arching habit of Live OaksSame tree, zoomed out in focusWindy Day – White caps on the IntracoastalThe tremendous size of these oaks needs to be experienced in person…On the seaward side of the hammockA welcoming path – Washington Oaks GardensA touch of gold – Pignut HickoryThe Camellias are blooming…PuritySlightly blurry but still prettyCrinium LilyFountain
Hi, everyone. I’ve been having trouble downloading my photos onto my laptop, so I changed my memory card out. After some fooling around, I finally got the above photos to download. Success!
I took one of my classic walks, first to River to Sea Preserve and then Washington Oaks Gardens SP.
It was a very brisk and windy day. I wore 3 layers and managed to keep warm, but didn’t need to shed. We were having yet another cold front moving into north Florida this week. I don’t mind the chill. It’s actually refreshing for someone who has spent more time further north and in mountains.
The Camellias in the formal garden (Washington Oaks) were in bloom and I was able to walk through the rumpled rose garden and still find some reasonable blooms. We’ve had some frosts (believe it or not) and a bit of rain, so most of the blooms were a bit crumpled.
The two walks combined make up for about 3.5 miles estimated.
Hope you enjoyed the show!
Eliza Ayres
#Photography #Nature Walk #Washington Oaks #River to Sea
HickoryNorth Bulow Woods – near Plantation Ruins SPIt’s a JungleAncient RootsFungi PatternsSugar Mill Ruins – Bulow PlantationThe plantation was destroyed during the Seminole War
The photos below were taken on the 21st, Solstice, at North Peninsula State Park:
Scrubby Oaks Sandy TrailI love these contorted oaksGarberia – an endemic species of Aster
Nice stand of Cabbage PalmAlthough this is a small park, it’s one of my favoritesWood Stork Fishing
The next photos were taken today at Bulow Woods, a section off of Walter Boardman Lane.
Hickory provides some Solstice colorBulow WoodsSpanish Bayonet – A spiky subjectWhere Cisco Ditch empties into Bulow Creek MarshTwo Creeks MeetBulow Creek is Brackish Water, tide is outOld Road through Bulow Woods
This group of photos is from three different walks. I visited Plantation Ruins SP last Sunday and then went to North Peninsula and another chunk of Bulow Woods today. The weather was pleasantly coolish. I encountered only two people with their dogs at No. Peninsula and no one on my walk in Bulow Woods on either day.
Central Florida’s oak, palm and hardwood forests don’t have the colorful autumn color found further north. Most of the color comes from the Pignut Hickories, Red Maples and Liquidambar (Sweet Gum) but most of these trees are so tall it’s hard to decipher who is who. The hickories do dump a lot of nuts this time of the year, keeping the local squirrels well-fed.
I hope everyone enjoys their Solstice and the days approaching Christmas.
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