Crown Prince Ea of the Anakh Empire – artwork by Elena Danaan
‘It is now time for the Children of Ki to integrate their Divine Eternal Particle, which you may have heard referred to in your cultures as Christ Consciousness. This return has been foretold by many of your ancient prophecies. Know this: it is not my son Issa who has returned physically, as many thought, but the divine particle within your consciousness has ignited. You are all transcending into the spirit that he carried. He showed you the way. He was trying to tell you that you are the way. He was simply showing you by example who you are and what you can do.” Ea
(The integrality of this breathtaking message will be shared int the next edition of Star Nation News on Monday 30/12/2024)
~ Elena Danaan, Emissary for the Galactic Federation of Worlds
~ ~ ~
Yeshua or Issa as the East Indians called him carried royal human Anakh blood within his physical body. His mother, Mary, was of the activated royal bloodline of Adam and the patriarchs. His soul was a highly evolved soul who was incarnated into a specially prepared body that carried the same frequency and resonance. Prince Ea was the Father of this bloodline with the creation of Adam when he played the role of EN.KI, Lord of Earth and master geneticist. Elena has related this story in her webinars and books. She was there, in the beginning, as a companion to Prince Ea, and a master geneticist… in another lifetime.
The bloodline of Adam was fully activated… being all of the 144,000 petals of the physical chakras were open, allowing the soul to utilize the portal between heart and head (the crown chakra) and connect directly with the Universe…
Now is the time for all Earth humanity to become activated, fully enlightened, with the return of Christ Consciousness.
There is no savior outside of you. The savior dwells within as the fractal of Source that resides within the etheric heart chakra. As the Flame grows, more information, more Light enters the body activating the gifts, the foreknowledge, the Clairs, the awareness of the continuance of time and space, remote viewing, visions… knowingness…
Children of Ki, you stand on the brink of an evolutionary step that will amaze you… and beings like Prince Ea stand by to observe as you step into greatness and begin to wear the mantle of the Christed Ones, the fully activated children of Ki, the Terra Hu.
Ah, such a day as this… thank Issa / Yeshua for bringing his message to this world.
On a chilly Sunday morning I set out to walk in Bulow Woods. Parts of the 8 mile trail are still unavailable due to hurricane damage, but I made the most of what I could reach. Starting out at the Boardman Lane trailhead, I walked south through the open pine and Cabbage Palm forest until reaching an intersection. Taking a right (west) I headed to the Cedar Creek Salt Marsh crossing, which can be flooded after storms. The trail was somewhat dried out — only being muddy rather than filled with puddles, so I crossed it, heading towards the southernmost section of the Bulow Woods Trail (towards Fairchild Oak) to see how far I could go.
This section of trail is an old forest road edged on both sides with swamp. Sometimes the water covers the trail and there are several springs. I walked as far as one of the really muddy portions and then turned back to Cedar Creek.
Forest Edge
The forest abruptly edges the salt marsh. At this time of the year, the dominant grasses are dry and ragged. The green tones of the Palmetto (Cabbage) Palms completes with the darker Live Oak greens. The maples look ragged, bereft of their leaves. The gray trunks of palm and oak support the forest canopy looking stark against the dry grasses. All the waters in this area are heavily stained with tannin, making them appear dark in contrast.
Brazilian Pepper Bush
This bush with its brilliant red berries confused me last year when I first spotted it, here in Bulow and also prevalent in the Betty Steflik Preserve. It is an invasive species, Brazilian Pepper, brought to Florida as a horticultural garden plant. The wild birds, relishing its bright berries have managed to scatter the plants hither and yon. Still, its bright color stands out in the muted tones of the early winter forest.
Unnamed marsh alongside the trail
This forest is a strip of wildness edged on one side by a vast salt marsh and on the other by the Old Dixie Highway, a narrow two-laned road that travels through this region, heading south to Ormond Beach. Housing developments are popping up to the east and north, filling with the unpreserved lands with homes despite the fact Florida real estate is struggling right now.
Bulow Woods Trail
The old road is deteriorating into a grassy trail in this area. Having visited the area about 8 years ago, I noticed the road is disappearing in places and even has a sense of disrepair as the huge job of maintaining the park strains the budget and limited manpower available.
Cedar Creek Marsh
When I reached the place where the springs crossed the trail, I decided to turn back. I made my way back to Cedar Creek and snapped a couple of photos of the still dark waters acting like a mirror for the pale blue winter skies. Even a few flowers lingered on shrubs edging the pond.
KODAK Digital Still CameraOne Live Oak
Next, I tackled the loop that takes off of the old forest road and goes south through open forest filled with sprawling Live Oak, young Palmetto Palms and little undergrowth. I was especially aware of the different favor of each bit of forest. The forest loop which I have named the Tractor Trail has been rerouted due to the storm damage. This strip of forest edged by salt marsh on its eastern side is within sound of the surf crashing upon the nearby ocean beach, so it takes the brunt of the hurricane force winds as they loop around, usually approaching from the northeast. The large oaks take a beating but still the forest endures. Still, all the branches and palm fronds on the forest floor make a lot of work for the rangers. To expedite clean-up, this time, they used a tractor to clear the biggest branches, piling them up along the way, and straightening out the once curvy path into a wider trail. It’s still a nice quiet walk through the open forest.
Bulow Creek – Halifax River Salt Marsh
Where does Bulow Creek end and the Halifax River begin? It is a bit unclear as the salt marsh is quite wide and contains several channels, some man-made, some natural. The Halifax River is partially man-made, being another portion of the Intracoastal Waterway, a canal that ties together a string of salt marsh, lakes and rivers along the Florida coast and extending northward. The salt marsh is popular with fisher folk, using small boats to access the tidal waters. There are a couple of put-in spots along the creek for boaters to use.
The water was murky and muddy, churned up by the latest rain storm…The Hickories are finally turning
Autumn color in Florida can be rare except in these patches of old hardwood, pine and palm forest. The hickories and maples are the most colorful, as the deciduous oak simply turn brown and drop. The hickories feed a wide variety of wildlife including the feral pigs that roam some of these forests. I saw three of the little beasties during this walk on the edge of Cedar Creek as I re-emerged from the forest. The pigs scurried off into the underbrush when they sighted me.
Turning northward, I returned to Boardman Lane and my car, then crossed the road and started up the middle stretch of forest trail. Here it is obviously an old road which trucks and tractors can drive up to Cisco Ditch, the canal that bisects this portion of forest.
Cisco Ditch
A little trail follows the ditch out to where it empties into Bulow Creek Salt Marsh. Depending on the tide, there is a little beach here. The latest storm has rearranged the shoreline here, with the main creek out of sight unless you have a boat. The marsh grasses are quite vigorous and tall.
Bulow Creek
There was a little family playing on the beach across the creek which they had reached via a nice blue boat.
I was getting tired at this point and decided to turn back to my car, but on the way out I was treated with this sight:
Armadillo
… two or three armadillos busily foraging through the leaves and grasses for their food. I got within four feet of one of the little creatures which only scurried away if I moved suddenly. They appear to be dependent on their noses rather than eyes for finding food. Such curious little beasties!
So, I probably covered 4 to 5 miles of trail and was quite tuckered. After getting home, I mainly rested, only putting up a couple of posts. It was a great outing. I probably encountered only 15 people total and had the forest pretty much to myself for long stretches.
It’s nearly Christmas. Enjoy your holidays how ever you spend them.
Call for latest trail conditions or go prepared to change plans if portions of the trail are closed due to weather conditions. Boardman Lane and Old Dixie Highway are subject to flooding during storms and high tide conditions.
“Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.”
Katherine May – Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times, 2020.
~ ~ ~
Notes to Readers:
When I took my morning walk the air was crisp and chilly… for Florida, a whole 45 degrees F. I started out with three layers and then, as I warmed up, I peeled off my sweatshirt. I love this time of year in Florida when the skies are robin egg blue and punctuated with white fluffy clouds.
I would have gone on another outing, but I had some cooking to do. Sharing a kitchen as I do and not sharing the food of my fellow householders, I work around other people’s schedules. It is what it is… and it’s the way I have been living since I arrived in Florida.
I’m not going to feel sorry for myself. I’m not shivering trying to live in a tent as winter starts.
I want to wish every reader, across the planet, an excellent Solstice. I won’t say “winter” solstice as I have readers in the Southern Hemisphere, too, especially in Oz. For you folks, enjoy the onset of your summer.
Since there isn’t any snow here, it’s a bit hard to get into the spirit. Still the lovely chilly air made the brisk walk a delight. And there were tons of migrating birds flitting around through the tall pines and sturdy oaks, mostly robins and finches, lending color and sound to the outing.
Lately the one common denominator amongst many, is a deep feeling of being alone, even in the company of others.
There are many forms of loneliness; it can be physical, mental or emotional. At the moment, we seem to be going through all of them, at the same time, which can feel very isolating.
It’s ironic that at a time when connecting with one another has never been easier, we are actually feeling more disconnected than ever.
There is an overarching sense that we are not being heard, that we are not being seen, that we are not being understood and that we are not being held or nurtured at this very vulnerable time of transformation. It’s cold out here, it’s tough and brutal, but I have come to realise, it’s the only way to get where we need to be and there’s a reason for it.
This journey is one that we must take alone because it’s a journey of inner remembrance. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to do it unaccompanied, but it is by its nature, an individualised process of self-realisation, one that in many cases we must, and we are, going through alone.
If it’s any consolation, know that you are not alone in your feeling of loneliness and that as you peel off the layers that were never ‘you’ and you get to the essence of who you always were, you will start to connect with that which binds us all; the thread of divinity with which we were created.
There is unity at the end of this experience of separation, cohesion when you stop focusing on the incoherent, clarity when the veil is lifted and an overwhelming, nurturing and uplifting energy of love when you start to tap into the lifeline of Creation.
Nobody said it would be easy, this, after all, is the ultimate test, the final chance, to show, to prove, to reach, to become who you need to be in order to make it to the other side.
Remember we chose this journey, so when the going gets tough, just remind yourself of that and take the next step, God is with those that keep walking. Alone? No, not really… 🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
Southern Live OakResurrection Fern perked up after recent rainsRiver to Sea PreserveSome of the Christmas decorations @ Washington Oaks GardensMonarch Butterfly in the Gardens (butterfly was moving!)Some more Holiday DecorationsThis magnificent Live Oak is a centerpiece at the GardensLigularia Dentata Reniformis – Tractor Seat PlantSpectacular Ligularia’s Winter ShowLate RoseBoardwalk @ Betty Steflik Preserve – Flagler Beach
Today was a perfect Solstice hike to three different parks, River to Sea Preserve, Washington Oaks Gardens, and Betty Steflik Preserve. The parks weren’t crowded; it’s kind of shoulder season for Florida, being just before Christmas. The visitors tend to arrive after the holidays.
Since I waited until the schools were open (no buses) and commute was done, there was hardly any traffic on my way to the beach.
I was the only one at River to Sea… which I much prefer so I can soak up the wonderful presence of the grand oak hammock there.
When I arrived at Washington Oaks, I noticed their beach access was still closed off. In the past, the dunes have been damaged by storm surge and we just endured two hurricanes in the area this past season. Bella Vista Nature Walk was also still closed, completely taped off. I asked the lady at the booth about the progress. I could see for myself they’re having to use heavy equipment to remove some of the large trees that had fallen in the latest set of hurricanes. I also hiked down Mala Compra Trail. There was a maintenance fellow pulling out palm fronds and broken branches from the underbrush. The path is just wide enough to drive a small skid steer tractor down it or a utility vehicle.
Betty Steflik Preserve was pretty quiet too, except for the cry of an osprey overhead and the hum / roar of traffic crossing the Moody Blvd. Bridge (SR 100).
All in all, it was a lovely peaceful outing in perfect Florida weather (57 to 63 F ).
P.S. In keeping with the holidays, I’m going to be posting less. I think everyone is feeling the fatigue from information overload particularly here in the United States. Enjoy your holidays.
Visiting Sandhill Cranes – Princess PlaceGhost Forest – hurricane damageKODAK Digital Still CameraPond at River to Sea PreserveTractor Seat Plant – Washington Oaks GardensFading RoseWindy day on Intracoastal WatersMoody Blvd. Bridge, Flagler BeachCedar Creek, Bulow WoodsKODAK Digital Still CameraGreat Blue Heron, Cedar CreekBulow CreekBulow CreekYaupon Holly in full berryPellicer Creek, Princess PlaceTurkey Oak beginning to color upLong Leaf Trail, Princess PlaceObstacle – I climbed under it, not very gracefully…Stiles Creek CampgroundStiles Creek Salt MarshStiles CreekCovered Bridge, Princess PlaceTrail Map Princess Place
Here are some of the walks I’ve done in the past couple of weeks. I’m still getting used to my new camera. It seems to take darker images than the Nikon. Still, I’m not trying to do professional photography here. I think I take a camera along as a habit and kind of comfort blanket. In the past, I have done paintings of some of these scenes but am not set up for doing painting right now.
On some of these hikes I encountered closed trails due to wind damage from one or more of the hurricanes we endured in this area. On the whole, we did okay, but the heavy winds do occasionally take down some of the heavier old oaks or snap branches off the palms. The northern portion of Bulow Woods is still shut down due to a hurricane two years ago. Still, the damage locally is by no means comparable to what WNC and Eastern TN endured.
The weather in Florida has moderated. We’re going to get a cold snap tomorrow with a low of 39 – 40 degrees F (4 C) and highs at 60 F (15C). That’s ‘cold’ for Florida so I’ll be wearing a sweatshirt. I love winters here. There’s no ice to scrape off the windshield in the morning.
Lately I have the impression that people are being forced to face their inner shadows whether they want to or not. I have several friends whose life circumstances are pushing them to have to look inside and figure out why they are the way they are.
They mostly resist, for it is those who hide more trauma, that wish not to face it. They tend to be people that have learned all sorts of coping mechanisms to hide their inner ghosts; they lie a lot, they make bad choices, they lie some more to justify their bad choices, they then feel bad about it and try to cover the pain with more bad choices and the vicious circle is perpetuated.
The underlying problem is, generally, that they grew up not liking themselves, feeling like they weren’t enough because perhaps they weren’t loved enough by those that should have been there for them. And the more bad choices they make, the more they disapprove of themselves, until they shy away from anyone that gets too close, scared that what they perceive as their inner ‘ugliness’ might show.
So they sabotage meaningful friendships and relationships in favour of meaningless, superficial interactions which don’t compromise them.
But now the time has come when they can no longer run away or hide from their inner chaos because their lives are falling apart, now they can see that they can’t go on like this; life is forcing them to deal with the pain, to understand it, to process it, to learn from it and to let it go.
The less they like themselves the harder it is to help them, for they are too afraid you might see them how they see themselves and the fake facade they’ve so carefully crafted all their lives will come crumbling down leaving them vulnerable and ‘naked’.
Be there for them without judgment, be the listening ear, the open heart and the shoulder to cry on. It’s a difficult time for a lot of people right now because it is time to get on the right path, but only those that have done the inner work will be able to access it. So help those that need support and encouragement right now. We need to ‘save’ as many people as possible. ❤️❤️❤️
I don’t know about the “saving” aspect of Laura’s message, but the gist is true. If someone asks for help, listen to them. Refrain from offering advice. Especially refrain from judgment.
I’m not perfect either, but have a housemate who fits the above description of such a lost soul as depicted in Laura’s article. She’s moving out this week. I scared her. She was running away from herself and ran away from everyone in the household, not just me. I understand the roots of her pain, but having dealt with my own family-related issues in my own way, I didn’t offer any sympathy. I don’t believe in feeling pity for those who suffer. In one way or another, they brought upon themselves the opportunity to learn from the experience. Those who refuse to… will only prolong or delay the suffering.
I’ve learned it is not necessary to please people and do what I want to when I want to… although within my current financial means. People adjust to me or they don’t. I’m not going to compromise myself for their comfort. I will listen, but they must be willing to do the inner work.
On behalf of my readers, if you send me a direct email I will answer questions if you are puzzled about topics that you read about on Sunny’s Journal. Still, I’m not a prophet, philosopher, alien abductee, or anything highly extraordinary. I am a person… an elder. I’ve lived on the fringe of society in this lifetime rather than being a leader… been there, done that… and suffered greatly as a result, losing my life more than once. With my limited experience in this lifetime… I can still offer up my wisdom on occasion. What you do with it is your business and responsibility. And if I don’t know the answer I will tell you so. Proceed at your own risk.
P.S. No trolls allowed. Impertinent emails, comments, will be deleted and the perpetrator blocked.
Note: The artwork above is AI-generated. That’s its conception of a middle-aged female. I would put her as being much older, but went with it anyway. The intention was for the subject to appear tired, confused, and sad.
Dans un avenir proche, nous serons tous en contact avec les peuples des étoiles. J’ai eu l’honneur d’être l’une des rares personnes qui ont ouvert la voie à la multitude. Un jour, chacun d’entre vous sera témoin de ce que j’ai vu. Lorsque je regarde vers le futur, mon cœur est rempli de paix et de joie, car j’entrevois un avenir merveilleux. Un avenir de fraternité entre tous les humains de Terra, partagé avec le peuple des étoiles. J’aimerais pouvoir vous montrer ce que je vois, partager les sentiments que j’éprouve et l’espoir… un pont entre le Crépuscule et l’Aube.
In a near future, we will all be ET Contactees. I have had the honor to be one of the few who paved the way for the many. One day, each of you will witness all that I have seen. When I look ahead, my heart is filled with peace and joy, for I see a wonderful future. A future of Fraternity between all humans of Terra, shared with the Star People. I wish I could make you see what I see, share the feelings in my chest, and Hope… bridge between Dusk and Dawn.
They didn’t expect us to stand together. They didn’t expect us to walk from our careers, to leave our shoes behind.
They didn’t expect us to boycott our old ways of living. They didn’t think we would give up our social activities. They didn’t expect us to do without restaurants, sports or concerts. They didn’t expect us to find new and better things to do.
They didn’t expect the free thinkers to be so resilient. They didn’t expect our souls to be so filled with passion and strength.
They didn’t expect our intuition to be so tuned in. They didn’t expect the fire within us to put all of hell to shame.
It has become very clear that those who have made their choice will not waiver in their decision. There is nothing that can be said, done or taken away that will coherse us into submission. We do not fear death and therefore choose life!
We choose to live life in this sacred temple with honor, dignity and truth. Because life is precious and also temporary, it will be over our dead body that we will comply with orders from their mind control.
We free thinkers will always seem crazy to those who can’t see beyond conventions. We’re being ridiculed for evolving past people’s comfort zones. Self educated people who escape the shackles of deception will never be fooled by institutionalized propoganda.
I say we because I am not alone. There are me’s in every country, city and town. There are me’s isolated in the mountain’s and me’s strategically placed in positions of power. Our resolve is being tested like never before which may seem hard right now but we always knew this was never going to be easy.
The opportunity to create our own reality is upon us as it is times such as these that force us to do what is necessary. Not just necessary for our survival but what is necessary for a life worth living.
Nothing is what it seems so keep an open mind. We’re waking up collectively as a species at a speed never seen before. So buckle up, keep your eyes on the ball and enjoy the ride, because things are going to get a lot more weird and crazy before they get better.
So to all those that have been called, conspiracy theorists, misfits, crazy nut jobs and space cadets. Never give up, keep doing what you’re doing and stay focused, we got this.
❤️ See you on the other side Fam….its gonna be glorious!
~John Parry/T
~ ~ ~
Note to Readers:
I’ve been called many names and accused of things I have not done. Yet, I have stood quietly or at least sat quietly typing out my opinions and notes, using the pen (or laptop) as my weapon of choice in this battle between good and evil currently playing out on the stage of our world. Was I aware I would be here today spending hours reviewing videos and articles and then posting them for a tiny audience of less than 1,000 people? No… it wasn’t planned. It wasn’t intentional. This passion of mine developed organically as a consequence of seeing a need within me to communicate… not to family or friends, of which I have few right now, but to an unseen audience of patient readers. Some come and go and I wish them well, but I’m not here to please people or to fulfill their needs above what I sense is right… for me.
Am I a hero? I don’t know that… Yes, I get the occasional note of thanks from a few readers, but not much else — save the rare few who have aided me beyond my ability to truly thank them. Still, with little praise I continue this work. In the process I have come to appreciate my love of language as it is through words I convey my thoughts on current and past events.
This little blog has changed in extraordinary ways… and when the movie ends, it will change once more, exactly how I can’t predict right now. We can only flow with the course of events as disclosure overtakes our world view and our planet changes forever.
My role in this lifetime has been a minor one, but knowing my efforts have had an effect on some people has made it feel worthwhile.
I want to extend my thanks to all who come to these digital pages. Without your encouragement, I probably wouldn’t have continued… or perhaps I would have. As my father said, I am stubbornly independent and don’t like to told what to do or how to think, which makes me perfect for this self-motivated work.
We can’t all be alien contactees or abductees now can we? I’m neither to the best of my knowledge, but I’ve always known that aliens or extraterrestrials (and Inner Earth beings) are as real as our next door neighbors. I was reading science fiction and fantasy as a pre-teen and haven’t looked back. I never sought to fit into things I thought were stupid and illogical. I resisted the siren call of the masonic orders — I have Masons on both sides of the family. I walked away from many groups, from a cult, from one who claimed to be my starry sister… in response to an inner knowing.
We all have our own paths to follow. None of us are cookie-cutter beings. We have complex, ancient soul lineages and for one who is as intuitive as myself, it is impossible to conform entirely to outer expectations of people, which doesn’t make me very popular in some circles.
I live a simple life and will continue to do so in the coming years. It is the way I am, the way I seek to be, close to nature, animals, creativity, and quiet.
Christmas approaches… but I have chosen to no longer support this Satanic holiday. When I again live on my own, I will create my own traditions. I know too much about the reality behind the doctrines and dogma of the church to believe in its validity. Eventually, those whom I have offended by my blunt manner of expression will come to learn the truth I attempted to share. In my own way, I’ve been a conspiracy theorist since I started reading books from the library as a 10-year-old.
Celebrate those among us who have pursued their paths with enthusiasm and dedication. Celebrate yourselves as members of an swiftly evolving race which will soon be reaching for the stars and healing our mother planet, Gaia.
Again, thanks to those who have long followed my wandering path and have patiently read my opinions and articles. Peace out.
Sunny's Journal 