We may all be on the same journey but some of us have been travelling for longer than others.
I often assume you’ve all been through numerous rabbit holes but I realise many may have just jumped on board the red pill roller coaster. If that is the case, brace yourselves, it’s not fun.
Above all, learn to be both open minded and skeptical, curious and discerning, analytical and inquisitive but mostly capable of embracing the notion that everything is possible.
The first stop on this journey is accepting that you have been fooled. Conned. Manipulated. Indoctrinated. Brainwashed. Deceived. If it’s any consolation, we all have.
Take it, accept it, swallow it and learn from it – you know how it goes: ‘Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…’ So fooled no more. It ends here and now.
With this newly found humility, one can continue the journey of shock and horror. The truth is ugly, very ugly, and evil, very evil. This phase is the toughest, you will try to reject it, not believe it, walk away from it, but it’s there, and now you know, and ignoring it doesn’t really work.
At this stage you will be enraged, agitated, frustrated, horrified, hurt and wanting to shout out on the roof tops about it. Here comes the next stop on the journey: social rejection.
Welcome my friend to the club of the rejected! The tin hat, conspiracy theorist nutters, that according to them we all are! It’s upsetting, frustrating and hurtful, but it’s almost a rite of passage on this transformation and the good news is that you are not alone, we’ve all been there, and we are all better people for it; stronger, wiser and more courageous, so as much as it hurts, embrace it, there is no other way.
The longer you keep going the more you will develop new capacities for understanding, acknowledging and accepting certain things without them destroying you but rather empowering you, as you make better choices from a place of knowledge, rather than gullible ignorance.
You will then start discovering your own strength, your intuition, your instinct, your spirituality and your divinity. This is when the light starts to drive the darkness away from your reality, when despite everything that might be going on, your light is constant, your inner power is activated and you learn to balance the matrix reality with your own inner, limitless existence.
The journey doesn’t end here, in fact this is really the beginning.
Now that you have a better sense of who you are, of the nature of your soul and the purpose you should follow, now you must start building a new reality for yourself, one based in truth, in health, in cooperation, in unity but always in individuality and freedom.
Only when you understand how truly wonderful and powerful you are, can you begin to appreciate humanity and all of God’s creation as it deserves. And only when we all do this, can we start to create the reality we dream of.
Wherever you are on this journey, congratulations, you are now part of the solution, of the transformation, of the dream we share. We are slowly getting there as more people jump on board, so know that you are very, very welcome here. ❤️❤️❤️
Yes, Laura’s description is an excellent one about the gradual process of being red-pilled. By SOUL choice, we were all born into a third density world wherein, upon birth, we immediately forgot where we came from, who we were before birth, and had to conform at least a bit to the strange customs of our chosen countries and peoples.
Number one thing to remember: You choose this life, your parents, siblings, extended relationships, friendships, bosses, etc.
No, we’re never alone. Whole soul groups cooperate, with some remaining at “Home” and others being born into various families, peoples and nations across the entire planet. Despite our never meeting in the physical, we are still connected due to our unique frequency resonance, like an interconnected energetic web of awareness.
Those who have awaken, those who are in the process of moving through the various stages of awakening (and there are several) all chose to be here now… and to experience the reawakening of high frequency consciousness begin to expand across the planet. The rise in the light frequency automatically exposes the dark activities that have dominated the actions of the dark controllers of this world. Their proclivities are exposed, their operations, agendas, and plans are exposed. They stand in the light denying their crimes, but we know, we feel the misalignment with truth, justice, and freedom.
As we awaken, we realize we can’t look at these people anymore in the same manner. These were the ones whom we were told to idolize, to follow, to copy, to fantasize about… and now, we discover they were all fakes, tricked into compliance to a dark agenda through murder, mayhem, extortion, blackmail and bribery.
No, we are learning that no one stands above another. We no longer need to bow to kings, prime ministers, or so-called leaders.
The world will never be the same. We will never be the same and that is a good thing, a positive development for our world.
The world our children will inherit will be very different than that which we grew up in. It was because of our efforts, our sacrifices, our endurance and resilience that the world will rise into fourth density and then fifth density as the light within us shines forth, with more clarity and power than ever we could imagine as children.
We are fractals of Source and are just beginning to catch a glimpse of what that means.
Soooo, how do I keep myself grounded during these “interesting” times in which we are living? I walk… miles, preferably among tall trees. Today, I went out and did a nice loop walk around Princess Place Preserve, which is a Flagler County Park. The PPP used to be a large estate located north of present-day Palm Coast and next to Pellicer Creek.
Today, I parked the Kia near the canoe put-in. If you’re a canoe or kayak enthusiast, you might consider visiting the area. Just bring GPS so you don’t get lost in the wandering channels of Pellicer Creek, which also connects up to the nearby Intracoastal Waterway.
We were blessed with gorgeous early winter Florida weather, blue bird skies without a cloud. Tomorrow we’re supposed to have another rain storm migrate across the peninsula from the Gulf of Mexico. It has been more rainy than usual this year — but the weather seems to be going bonkers elsewhere… and I’ll take a sunny day in the mid-60’s (18C) any time.
Florida has a lot of springs. The photo above is one of those springs. It would appear this was a fresh water source for the old estate at one time. The other water, creeks and inlets is brackish, connected to the Matanzas River which empties into the Atlantis just to the north at the St. Johns County boundary.
One of the numerous craggy old oak trees, Southern live oaks, that live in the park. Some of the park is, well, like a park… with groomed grass under these huge spreading trees.
An especially thick curtain of Spanish moss cascading down from a spreading oak. This is a classic look for the low-country spreading from parts of Florida northward to at least the Carolinas.
Well, there is the park looking like a park. Tall Sabal palms, lanky 100 foot Longleaf Pines, sprawling live oaks… little underbrush in these groomed areas, makes it pleasant to walk beneath the canopy.
Above is the only bit of handicap trail in the park, a 3/4 mile loop with a concrete surface, suitable for a wheelchair or stroller.
The loop trail soon grants the walker views of Pellicer Creek and its confluence with Styles Creek. Across the wide blue waters, you can see Fayer Dykes State Park, where camping is allowed. There is limited camping at Princess Place, too. Permission required. The camps are not suitable for large trailers, except in the group area, there is enough turn around space for truck and horse trailers.
I was finally able to negotiate the bit of trail that parallels Styles Creek. The other two or three times I attempted the hike, I met with deep squishy mud puddles. I love this view of the covered bridge. Sometimes otters can be seen playing/fishing in this creek.
Here I am starting the final lap of my long loop, heading along the pond on the equestrian trail.
Yaupon Holly berries
I’ve come across two native hollies in this region, Yaupon and American holly. Both have red berries. American holly has spiky leaves. Yaupon has stiff branching and typically grows on the edge of thick scrub where it can benefit from the sunlight.
Tall pines, sprawling oaks, thin grassy trails, Saw palmetto… this is a portion of the equestrian trail that makes a 6.6 mile loop through the park. I haven’t yet walked the entire trail since arriving back in the area, but am working up to it.
I seem to be fascinated with the curly branching habit of the great oaks. The tree appears to be dancing with delicate ribbons of moss floating around it.
And for my naturalist’s notes: I saw Grey Blue Herons lifting up when I disturbed them, a dark furry weasel scurrying into the brush, the calls of robins, finches, a Kingfisher, and osprey. No otters or pelicans today.
Here I am nearly back to where I parked the car. I estimate I did at least three miles perhaps more. My pace is a lot faster than when I started these walks over three months ago.
One more view of Pellicer Creek, midway through today’s hike. Since some of the trails are out of commission right now, I tend to splice several trails together and also walk on a portion of the loop road to create these long walks. It is very satisfying.
All of the roads in this park including the access road from Old Kings Road are sand. They get groomed during the week by a small grader.
I hope this little photo journal gave everyone a brief respite from the news cycle.
I understand your consternation as you experience the onslaught of change, big and little, into your life. Frankly, I’m used to it. If I told you all the changes and alterations in my life’s direction, you would think me crazy and unstable. I am neither. I just have never really “fit in” to society as it is currently organized.
Just in the past eleven and half years since I started this blog and gained readers and a tiny bit of notoriety, I have undergone profound changes in how I view the world.
For several years, I was deeply involved in the New Age belief system, at least a portion of it. I would have to say after experiencing this new “spiritual” system, that it is based on half-truths, a smorgasbord of eternal truths clipped whole clothe out of various religious systems, east and west, with a health dash of lies and disinformation dropped into the mix by the central intelligence agency. This “system” was designed to attract lightworkers and star seeds by using trigger words and phrases, half-remembered by these individuals from other lifetimes of service elsewhere in the universe.
While some individuals online have used their notoriety to gain followers, charge money, arrange for seminars, sell books, I did none of the above. I have simply offered my articles, channelings, and posts without charge to my readers for over a decade. And I have lost readers when I have periodically abruptly changed directions, shutting down my first blog, removing a blog, and starting up Sunny’s Journal. I also spent three years writing and editing a very long story which started as a retelling of several past lives. However, before I finished the story, I finally broke through the delusion I had been living within for nearly a decade, realizing that everything I had been told, read, and learned about the Pleiades and Sirius was not based on fact and far from reality.
My newer readers may be asking, “Who is Sunny? The editor of this blog is Eliza.”
Well, you might ask. The nickname “Sunny” is derived from Sundeelia, allegedly one of my Pleiadian names. The story I wrote, The White Lion series, started with a lifetime of an individual called Lord Delos, an earlier incarnation of Sundeelia. I wrote an entire series, over 100 chapters based on a foundation of lies. Still, it’s an interesting book and includes a bit of disclosure in those numerous pages. I wrote the entire tome without an outline and formal plot, yet it is complete. You can find the story on http://www.bluedragonjournal.com or https://bluedragonjournal.com/the-white-lion-series/
So, who was I supposed to have been? I was told… remember that phrase… I was the daughter of a lady of Venus and a lord from the Pleiades. I won’t bother with the names of these beings. If you are knowledgeable about esoteric subjects, you would immediately recognize their names, but for me now, they are unimportant as they are not and never were my parents in this or any other lifetime.
As for being told by someone else what you are or have been, this is sometimes an intentional play to stoke the ego of someone being set up. Fortunately for me, I tend to question everything. The background information I was given didn’t hold up to scrutiny and as I finally broke through the delusion, when the person who originally told me my back story started changing her story when I began to intensely question the narrative. This is when I first came in contact with both the works of Alex Collier and Elena Danaan.
I had been aware of Alex for a long time, but as deluded as I was, didn’t agree with his evidence, despite him being a real contactee and myself only being a channel. I have come to admire and honor Alex as a pioneer in disclosure, with over 30 years of experience in delivering the messages from his Andromedan mentors. One comment made by Alex probably changed the direction of my writing career… his brief mention of the civil war existing between two factions of Pleiadians. Since Alex wasn’t “into” Pleiadians, not having any experience with them as a contactee, I thought his comment provocative. In what I had encountered in my readings and communications with another person, “she who won’t be named”, there was no talk of any civil war. I realized I had much to learn about the Pleiades, even the fact the inhabitants of the star cluster do not refer to themselves by a name from an ancient Greek legend. The “Pleiadians” call themselves the Mana-Hiri, children of the Mother. Mother referring to both their star and to Source.
As my former belief system was being stripped away by my own questioning and curiosity to know more, I encountered the work of Elena Danaan, who appeared on YouTube sometime in 2019. I probably watched her first in 2020 or 2021. I finally read her book, A Gift From the Stars: The Book of Alien Races in 2021 after purchasing a copy. I was dumbfounded by the discrepancies on what I thought I knew and what Elena and her galactic mentors were presenting as the reality of several non-terrestrial races and species. Yet I resonated to a high degree with much of what Elena was sharing, about the Galactic Federation of WORLDS, about the Ashaara system and its people, about the Black League and the Orion Worlds… in short, I knew I was finally hearing truths about some of my own past lifetimes.
I still have many questions about the worlds in the Pleiades (I will call the star cluster by that terminology for ease of understanding by readers). The Pleiades is a relatively young star cluster. When the Mana-hiri first arrived after fleeing from the Man system, they had to complete a terraforming operation to create inhabitable planets. Three root races from the Man system settled on three of the planets, including the Ahel, the Taal, and the tall Noor. Another planet was later settled by a Noor race which managed to rise in frequency to 6th density. And a small group of Taal, angered by their not obtaining the largest planet in the newly developed star system of Ashaara (Taygeta) broke away and started their own colony in the Jayha star system (Alcyone). This latter group, the Taal Shiar, also joined forces with the Ciakahrr Reptilians since they were too small a group to defend themselves. Elena references this story in the book about alien races and in some of her earlier videos.
So, realizing the foundation upon which I based my story was made of sand, I still continued to edit and refine the text until finishing the text. I completed the initial writing in 2021 and continued with the editing until sometime early in 2023. I “lost” the book when my computer crashed, but fortunately, I had saved an earlier version on a private WordPress blog. So I had to reconfigure and update the version to conform some to my newly garnered knowledge about the Pleiades…
Since I finally completed the editing process, I loaded the latest version up onto my old blog, Blue Dragon Journal, thus bringing dismay and confusion to the 1,500+ followers of BDJ. Some of my older readers have migrated over to Sunny’s Journal but not all.
Early on when I was first running BDJ, I noticed that people were attracted to channeled material. My personal articles and journal entries were ignored or received less attention. I never channeled more than two or three pieces per month and after 2015, even that nearly ceased.
After 2021, I stopped channeling all together, following the advice of several better known authors including Kerry K and Elena Danaan. I’ve had to let go of the sense of glamour attributed to a channeler or medium. In all honesty, I cannot claim to be a contactee, experiencer or super soldier. I’ve never experienced a loss of time that I can remember. I have received numerous telepathic messages, but even those have largely dried up since I verbally requested whoever was attempting to reach me to cease communication.
I have learned about the New Age cage through experience, from inside the Beast. It was just one of the many traps set to distract the star seeds who volunteered to enter into the incarnational cycle on Terra. I fell for it… for a while, but used my own initiative to pull myself out of the trap. I feel the timing was interesting, too, as 2021 was the year when the regressives were removed from this star system. The black goo Orion AI system was dismantled by the Galactic Federation that same year. By early 2022, the Orion Queen AI Hive was completely dissolved and the former Alliance of Six began to fall apart. The Grays who had been members of the Orion Grey Alliance were drawn back to their own planetary hive matrixes and are now being monitored by the Zaggara Council of Alnilam, a group of highly advanced ancient cultures who were once part of the Council of Nine.
The black goo, which can be found as one of the ingredients of the Covid vaccinations, was designed to connect all of humanity to the Orion Hive AI, to be controlled from afar through the stations on Luna and Saturn and hence to Orion. With their timely arrival in October 2021, the Intergalactic Confederation, aka The Seeders, dismantled the effects of the black goo as intended by the Orion Greys and Ciakahrr Reptilians, who had been the former custodians of Terra.
As of June 2021, I was no longer affected by the black goo, which probably had been used as a means of communicating messages through telepathy designed to reach certain psychically sensitive individuals, namely star seeds and lightworkers. Thousands of lightworkers are still connected into this dying system through their own choice as receiving messages from “light-beings” can be addicting to some personalities. They constantly recreate the connection through their own wishes and longings. I chopped off the nonsense with my usual bluntness once I was more cognizant of what was going on.
Oh, the lies and trauma humanity has endured through the centuries. Still, I don’t feel like a victim. Yes, I was used, but I fought and changed direction so often I eventually defeated the enemy within and without. So, with a little experience under my belt, I can with greater ease utilize and trust my own ability to discern truth from disinformation. I had already learned to trust my intuition as I used it as a safety mechanism during my solo hikes and in other settings where I had to depend on making quick judgment calls.
When the plandemic took effect in early 2020, I didn’t fall for the official narrative at all. Even with my meager background in health information technology, I could distinguish the hogwash and pseudo science through the drumbeating of the mainstream media, colluding with unelected and illegal government “agencies” (in reality they’re corporations owned by foreigners) and the medical mafia. As the unwashed and unvaxxed, I never suffered a single cold during the past four years and despite my elder years, I can still walk three to four miles with a lively pace. The whole Covid episode was a blatant inference into the rights of the individual, a violation of HIPPA regulations in the U.S., another attempt to add more layers of control over the population.
As I have learned more about the real history of this planet, I have come to understand the anti-human agenda pushed by the Ciakahrr and continued to this day by their remaining minions, by those who have been compromised, blackmailed, tortured, and bribed all for the sake of a little bit of fame, power, and fortune.
I might suggest that I have grown wise in my elder years, but I know I still have much to learn, to observe and weigh, to experience. I do not know that I will live to see the true blossoming of the new world upon this beautiful planet, but I do know that in my own small way I have contributed to seeing through the mission to free Terra and her people the Terra Hu from a destructive future as intended by the Ciakahrr and Orion Greys.
Our life is a journey and for some, a mission. By choosing to be here at all, I have experienced great change with more on the horizon. I am satisfied… and willing to change some more, to grow further, to learn more about my own soul essence, to learn who I am as consciousness beyond this world.
With deep respect to all those reading these words,
We had another bluebird day, so I was eager to get out to Bulow Woods to see the general condition of the trails. There was only one other vehicle when I arrived, so I put on my boots, bundled up, and got onto the trail. It was 43 F (6.1C) when I arrived at the trailhead, so I had on three layers up top, a knit hat and mittens. Having lived in SE Florida for nearly seven years messed my cold tolerance. I put on waterproof boots because I had been on this trail before and there were some very muddy spots.
When I first walked on this trail, starting from Fairchild Oak State Park, it was basically an old road, wide and sandy. During the intervening years and several hurricanes later, the road is slowly being encroached by Saw palmetto and wild grasses, taking on the appearance of a real trail. It is no longer possible for a vehicle to travel along this path unless some of the Saw palmetto is trimmed back.
As you draw closer to Cedar Creek, the trail follows the old road bed, perched above the water level of two marshes and muddy creeks that follow the old drainage ditches. In a couple of areas, springs or overflow from the marshes crosses the old road, creating some serious mud patches that require careful negotiation unless you want to lose a shoe to some orange-tinted mud. I had to do some green belays off of Saw Palmetto and wound around a few trees off the trail to avoid the worst spots.
Bulow Woods swamp
The forest canopy opens up as you near Cedar Creek, a salt marsh.
The tide was out when I finally reached Cedar Creek. I stopped to take some photos and admired the golden hues of the salt marsh.
I was able to reach and cross the bridge today and continued on towards Bulow Creek and one of my favorite places in the forest.
I was heading towards Bulow Creek and a tiny peninsula that juts out into the creek giving access to views across to High Bridge Road and SE towards A1A (which is out of sight).
This is Bulow Creek, which soon empties into the Halifax River, a continuation of the Intracoastal Waterway. This area is a favorite with fishermen and crabbers. Certain families who have been in the area for a while have their favorite crabbing areas. The beautiful creek provides a long reach suitable for kayak and canoe travel, or light shallow fishing boats. It is contingent on the tidal current of the nearby river, thus the water is brackish.
While I was parked under the shade of a Red Cedar, I noticed several white and black birds flying above the salt marsh. I snapped a photo of a tree across the way where several birds were perched. Looking over the photo, I discerned at least three species: Wood Storks, Ibis and Roseate Spoonbill. I also noted some smaller egrets, possible Cattle Egrets, although it was hard to tell from a distance. There was also a White Egret fishing nearby — I could hear its harsh call periodically. A tri-colored heron was also fishing across one of the channels. And I hear the call of an osprey and saw a very large bird take off, perhaps disturbed by my presence — it could have been a Great Blue Heron as the wingspan was enormous.
Wood Storks, Roseate Spoonbill, Ibis, Egrets
This trail through Bulow Woods is on the Great Florida Birding Trails List. As I was about to leave, I also noted the flight and call of a Kingfisher flying above the creek. The area can have great birding. There were also many birds singing in the canopy of the woods, including migrating Robins — I recognize their song from childhood.
I’ll figure out this shrub with the beautiful red berries. It was growing abundantly along the shoreline of the marsh. I noted quite a lot of it also growing in the salt marsh and mangroves at Betty Steflik’s Preserve.
Although autumn recently edged into winter, there still was some remaining golden flickers of the last Pignut Hickories, still shedding their leaves. The path was a thick carpet of leaves and fallen pine needles in places overlying the white sandy surface.
Egret fishing
There are some huge Southern Live Oak in Bulow Woods. It’s hard to estimate the size of this particular tree, but it was easily bigger than three feet in diameter, with deeply furrowed gray bark. I love oak trees… Fairchild Oak is, of course, the star of the woods, over 400 years old, having endured numerous hurricanes and tropical storms, the activities of indigenous natives, Spanish, and Americans… and more. The woods has some great specimens besides the Fairchild Oak, like this tree standing near the Cedar Creek salt marsh.
After re-crossing Cedar Creek, I made my way swiftly on the trail, carefully picking my way around the mud holes and then hitting the dry sandy stretches. Before I knew it I walked out of the woods into the parking lot. I let a ranger know about a tree fallen over the trail. He promised to inform his staff on Tuesday so the guys could cut out the obstacle. The trail not only welcomes foot traffic but also bikes, so a fallen tree would be in the way. The ranger also noted that they are low on funding, short-staffed and are still working to repair the bridges damaged in 2022 during Hurricane Ian which bombarded this region. This report told me (without me needing to ask a specific question) that the bridges in the northern section of the trail system were not yet repaired. It has been an unusually wet summer and autumn.
So, I completed approximately six miles with my return trip, which is probably the most I’ve ever done so far since returning to Flagler County. I am certainly getting into better shape for walking greater distances.
I hope everyone had a safe Happy New Year. I never stay up for the fireworks, although I heard some during the night.
Well, let’s see what this new year brings us… and what we create for ourselves!
It was New Year’s Eve and sunny outside. Suffering from a mild case of cabin fever, I was joined by a friend for an outing to North Peninsula Park and Betty Steflik Preserve to celebrate the holiday.
We first drove to No. Peninsula via US 1, Old Dixie Road, and High Bridge Road. I observed the water levels at Bulow Woods as we drove past Boardman Pond. I might visit the woods this coming week as the water has receded somewhat. Hopefully some of the trails won’t be as muddy as they were when last I visited the Woods.
North Peninsula State Park is very small, but has a lovely 2.5 mile trail through a portion of coastal hammock and coastal strand — low-growing thick scrub between the park and the ocean.
Although my friend has lived in Florida for decades, she had never visited this particular park. We weren’t alone. There were small families joining the sunny weather and couples or solo hikers walking their dogs.
The park has a small parking lot, bathroom facilities, a couple of picnic tables, and benches staged periodically along the path.
Yaupon Holly
This nature trail has some signage pointing out the various shrubs, herbs, and trees of the hammock areas. There is also a kiosk midway through the hike with photos of various trees, shrubs, perennials, herbs, and vines you might see during your walk.
One part of the trail follows a narrow opening between the tall scrub, which is higher than my head, creating a green tunnel effect. The white sand creates a contrast with the various tones of green and gray found in the coastal scrub.
Today we didn’t see many (or any) animals, although I heard the call of a hunting osprey.
Intracoastal Waterway looking north from beneath the US 100th Bridge
After our walk at North Peninsula, we drove to Flagler Beach and had lunch at the Turtle Shack on A1A, with an outside table overlooking the ocean. The water was pretty calm and the air crisp and clean, so we could see some of the sea traffic off in the distance, as well as some dive-bombing pelicans seeking their lunch.
After lunch, we drove over to Betty Steflik Preserve and took another walk on the boardwalk. The tide was out, so there were some shoals exposed to the air.
Betty Steflik Preserve – Black Mangrove Salt MarshEgret fishing in one of the sloughs in the marsh
On Friday, I returned to the Graham Swamp Trail, although I couldn’t finish the four miles due to the dampness on the breezeway. It was still slippery and mossy in places in the shade. Practicing caution borne of many previous falls (from my days as a XC skier, backpacker and hiker — on skis, and into creeks) I chose to turn around. I still got in about 3.5 miles total.
Unidentified berries along the trailTea-colored canal waters
As I crossed one of the bridges on the Graham Swamp Trail, I noticed some distinctive ripples in the water that went under the bridge. Looking over the opposite edge, I spied a dark wet head of an swimming animal cruising upstream. It was a river otter, an animal often found in the marshes and rivers of Florida. This was the first otter I had spotted since arriving back in this area. It was too dark to get a photo of the swiftly swimming creature, but a delight to see it.
Graham Swamp Pond
I am enjoying the cooler, dryer weather we are having now, finally, after a dampish autumn. Hopefully, the blue skies will prevail for the next week. I intend to go out on more explorations of my favorite local haunts.
With all the exercise I am getting, I’ve dropped two jean sizes depending on the style since arriving here. I’m feeling stronger and can easily put in 4 to 5 miles per day. I walk every day and know my local neighborhood quite well. I am very content with having to move and my choice in returning to Flagler County.
Another development — my new friend is at least aware of some of things I post on my blog on a daily basis. Apparently she has friends who are aware of things beyond the scope of many people. It has been enjoyable to share things I have wished to say for years, but never found the proper setting or open minds to at least hear what I was saying. Like I have mentioned before, I’ve been awake, to some degree, for a very long time. While I have gone through various stages, I have also begun to appreciate my natural gifts of discernment, common sense, being practical and grounded, my empathic/healing gifts, and ability to tune-in and know things without any apparent pre-knowledge. All human beings have these gifts; some have developed them to a higher degree. I’ve had some of these gifts since childhood, but they were not acknowledged or appreciated by friends or members of my family. I think some of my readers totally understand… without me needing to say much more.
Soon all of humanity will take leaps and bounds into a new world, higher density, greater self-consciousness, and an expansion of our self-knowledge and greater comfort with being here on Terra as she carries us slowly into the fourth density and onto the fifth.
I wish all my readers a Happy New Year filled with potential.
With the destruction of old beliefs and indoctrination, many of us are having to ‘start over’ to some degree.
Some have either chosen or been forced to make career changes, others have had relationship breakups and others have picked up and left their own country in search of a place where they could enjoy greater freedom.
It certainly takes courage and strength to make such changes and there’s pain and heartache invloved, but the reward is a greater sense of self-respect and self-love.
Standing by your ideals, principles and morals regardless of the consequences, will give you an incredible sense of pride, fulfilment and self-worth that you have probably never felt before.
This is priceless and it will make you fearless, which will in turn empower you to become a light, a beacon and a guide for others to follow.
To various degrees, I have been awake for a long time. I have long felt like I didn’t belong, didn’t “fit in” with the majority. As for starting over, I’ve done that a few times, too, during just this lifetime. Since I’ve had some practice letting go of friends, places, routines, jobs, belongings, little shocks me for long. So when the events of 2024 begin to unfold, I expect I will be able to observe them without getting too emotionally involved.
I wish everyone a Happy New Year.
Eliza
P.S. One thing I decided to let go of was channeling. I arrived at that decision in July 2021. I may elaborate on what factors influenced what appeared to be an abrupt change of direction in a separate article.
The higher the energy level, the fewer friends you may have because you cannot adapt to the crowd. You will be less and less willing to deal with people because most of the people around you are people with ordinary energy levels. They are interested in pure love and high energy. Your soul is unfriendly, but your high-energy self will not feel lonely because you have few friends. Instead, you will be happy to enjoy time alone. You will accept your current state and will not try to change yourself to cater to anyone.
The higher the energy level, the fewer friends you may have because you cannot adapt to the crowd. You will be less and less willing to deal with people because most of the people around you are people with ordinary energy levels. They are interested in pure love and high energy.… pic.twitter.com/BKs0Muts4m
And here I was questioning whether or not I was socially inept, while spending most of Christmas quite alone even though I share a household filled with noisy humans.
I have grown accustomed to being on my own for hours, if not days at a time. I seldom get bored, always have something to read, research or write about… photos to take while walking in natural settings, looking up various and assorted topics out of simple curiosity.
Being without close family members for over two decades now, I am little accustomed and shall I say tolerant of holiday customs I once pursued. Gift-giving, especially to strangers, seems shallow. I’m not going to openly criticize the habits and expectations of others; I simply won’t participate. I don’t expect to be understood, merely tolerated for the time being until I decide to move on.
Being forced by circumstances to spend more time alone, I have come to know myself better. I am not perfect, but continue to strive, to grow, to expand my way of thinking and acting, while not conforming to how many in society have chosen to conform. I prefer keeping things simple.
Each of us needs to become responsible for our own decisions and actions. I can be friendly, reasonable, and kind, but will not be swayed to join in activities that do not suit my essential nature.
What is the old saying? Be in the world but not of the world. Yes, that seems to fit, but I am careful not to assign permanent labels upon myself these days. Once I made certain claims, which I have come to question and released some years ago now. Still, despite my body’s physical age, I retain an open questing mind and have learned a certain amount of tolerance for what I observe occurring in daily affairs. I look forward to watching how events unfold for humanity in 2024.
Eliza
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It was Christmas Eve and I wanted to go on a hike. I chose to go to two of my favorite coastal spots, River to Sea Preserve and Washington Oaks Gardens State Park. All total my hiking mileage would be about 3.5 to 4 miles, including a wander around the gardens.
River to Sea Preserve
Of course, I chose walks through a hammock environment, with huge oak branches overhanging the sandy walkway, festooned with wild grape, Spanish moss, and ferns. The spiky trunks of Sabal Palm lined the walk, along with ferns, Saw Palmetto, Red Bay, Beauty bush and the stiff branched Yaupon Holly.
With all of the recent storms and heavy surf, the beaches are currently hardly existent. And I didn’t want to get all sticky with salt spray.
Pond at River to Sea Preserve
The trail at River to Sea is about a one-mile loop. I also took a break at the picnic area that is adjacent to the Intracoastal Waterway.
While seated next to the waterway, I was hoping to spot some dolphins, but I only heard some ospreys calling and a flock of seagulls wheeling across the graying skies. There was a storm beginning to roll in, although the weather was relatively calm (in the hammock) and warmish at 69 degrees F (20.5C). I also noted some heavy geoengineering, with HAARP signatures (repetitious linear clouds) and chem trails being laid down across the sky to deepen the cloud cover.
The occasional golden spray of hickory leaves were spotlighted by the gray and green hues of the hammock canopy. I love to see this kind of color in a state not known for autumn hues.
I believe this photo (see above) was taken at Washington Oaks Gardens. How can you tell, one might ask. The tidiness of the trail. The nature trail was carefully groomed and except for one stretch of mud, very well kept. I carefully picked my way along the muddy spot and after that had no issues with the footing.
After completing the 2.5 mile nature trail, I did a ramble around the more formal gardens in the state park. There were decorations suitable for the season, with poinsettias, bows, strings of decorations and white deer statues. The decorations were understated but lent a festive touch to the beautiful gardens.
The ancient camellias are beginning to bloom as can be seen above. The bushes are huge, standing well above my head. These would be an older Camellia Japonica species.
There were also some roses blooming in the Rose Garden. I sniffed one and decided the scent reminded me of my grandmother’s Hybrid Teas. What a beautiful pink rose!
Blue, green, red… the gardens are subtle, attractive, and well-laid out for walking.
Of course I took the loop that takes one down to the Intracoastal and sat on one of the benches. It is fun to watch the boat traffic go by.
The formal gardens use subtropical species, some of which are very old and robust. While the growth is somewhat jungle-like, the paths are wide and easy to walk on. There are several Sulphur springs in the garden with large ponds and bridges making the garden quite scenic, sited as they are with the overhead canopy of hardwoods and palm trees.
Here is one of the ponds reflecting the overhanging boughs of a massive oak tree.
My walk was nearly done as I headed back to the car. I loaded up and headed out onto A1A. The traffic had picked up midday, but it wasn’t too heavy considering it was a holiday. I drove back via US 100, got some gas and headed home. For those who might wonder, today I paid $3.15/gallon for petrol/gasoline. It’s actually cheaper than it was when I moved to north central Florida in October.
Christmas day is going to be quiet. We’re expecting a rainstorm to move in and give the area yet another soaking. Hopefully, I will get out on a walk but it will probably be one locally.
You will fight with your monsters (fear, ego and ignorance).
You won’t care what they think of you.
You will feel like you don’t fit in this world.
You will become terribly selective.
And you will be left little by little, alone.
“But it will all be worth it.
YOU are making aware the darkness that surrounds us and that dwells within many.”
The true spiritual awakening is not a caress, but rather a bucket of cold water.
What good would it do you, to caress your ego, with whispers, fantasies or longings.
When what you need is a strong jolt, so that you really assimilate what life is.
The true SPIRITUAL AWAKENING is a process of destruction.
It’s the crumbling of everything you ARE NOT.
MUCH LOVE LIGHT AND PRAYERS TO ALL. -TA SB
Note by Eliza: Love, Light, and Expansion to all. Soak in the Christ Light of the New Sun into your body and reflect that Light into the world.We didn’t come here to fit in to the old Matrix; we came here to make room for a New world of opportunity, potential, expansion, and self-realization.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
So, I went back to Princess Place. It is one of my favorite haunts in this area, and what better day to visit than on the Solstice. I was lucky to catch the massive hickories in the park turning bright yellow, gleaming in the low angle light of the new winter sun.
I parked the Kia at the Hominy Branch Trailhead, curious to see if any changes had occurred since the recent trail closure. No… things were pretty much the same. The portion of the trail on the top of the ridge is closed due to “resource management” or some such thing. Sounds like an excuse to cut some timber…
I investigated a little further and found this sign in case anyone had missed the trail closed sign earlier… I had to pick it up and replace it on the stand as the recent storm had knocked the sign to the ground.
For some reason, the first portion of the Hominy Branch Trail awakens deep memories within. The combination of towering live oaks and hickories brings back memories of times spent in woods as a druid a very long time ago… over 2,000 years ago if I recollect correctly. Anyway, being amidst large towering trees brings me quiet joy. Seeing the hickories in their late autumn glory just added to the moment.
Eagerly I soaked in the ambiance, enjoying the colors and textures of the Solstice woods, with the fluttering leaves aloft, and crunchy drying leaves underfoot. There was a slight chill to the air, a perfect day for a short hike.
The Hominy Branch Trail (what’s left of it) wanders up a slight slope passing beneath spindly sand live oaks, Turkey oak, and towering longleaf pines. Eventually, the trail reaches a T-intersection, where the trail divides. To the left, the trail is now closed. So, I proceeded to the right and joined the red equestrian trail a short ways down slope.
The equestrian trail had some damage on a creek crossing, indicating the impact of the excessive rain of this past year. These trails are wide enough for a truck, but this particular one will require some rebuilding before it is safe to drive a heavy vehicle over the culvert. I didn’t have any problem. A red bay tree was also down over the trail a few feet away. Besides some deeper puddles elsewhere, some short branches on the trails, there was little other indication of the storm we had recently.
This short loop with the equestrian trail drops one back at the trailhead parking lot for Hominy Branch Trail. I wasn’t finished hiking for the day, so I started down the road and tackled a chunk of the old Hominy Branch/equestrian trail combo.
This portion of trail parallels the park’s access road for a while. Then, you have the option of crossing the road and proceeding on the equestrian (Red) trail or following the Hominy Branch Trail until it reaches the covered bridge. Today, I chose to follow the Red Trail.
The Red Trail points to the right, but I wanted to just follow the left hand branch… so I did. The trail passes through the group camping ground (by permit only). Then, you wiggle past a gated muddy road marked “Authorized Vehicles Only”. Knowing the trail, I went on and connected with the Red Trail as marked.
Soon I reached my favorite bench (in this area) and took a short break, looking over at the pond with its healthy fringe of young longleaf pines and scrub.
The white on the trail is sand, although it might look like snow. The ground was covered with crispy oak and hickory leaves, dried pinecones, and pine needles creating an earthy fragrant carpet.
Puddle reflections
I continued on the red trail until encountering a huge series of puddles. Although I had nice boots on, I didn’t feel like getting them all muddy, so I chose to retrace my steps back to the car.
Swampy pond
This wasn’t the only puddle I had encountered. I had already attempted another route to be scotched by some more standing water. For a reminder, our area received up to 5 inches of rain overnight on Saturday/Sunday. Any low-lying areas still had the potential to have standing water as I found out, which is why I had waited a few days.
While I was contemplating whether or not to cross the puddle, I heard voices. I was already retreating when I noticed some people across the pond moving rather quickly. Curious, I started walking, but kept checking back to see their progress, if the group was going to catch up with me. I was surprised to see this group was riding horses and headed off on another trail than the one I was on. These were the only people I saw on any of the trails. I think this was a guided trail ride, possibly from the nearby Florida Agricultural Center.
Reaching the road access to Hominy Branch Trailhead, I caught sight of the shimmering golden foliage of the hickories gleaming in the sunlight.
With a final admiring glance, I took in the grand sight of the hickory tree leaning over the road and walked up to the car. It was time to take off my new boots… which are breaking in nicely.
Afterword, I took a short driving tour through the park on the loop road, enjoying the mature hammock hardwoods and narrow winding sandy road.
Princess Place will see me, again, some day.
Happy Solstice everyone. In three days, the sun in the northern hemisphere will begin to move north, bringing with its light lengthening days and shortened nights. It is the mark of the turning of the year. 2024 is going to be an interesting year.
Enjoy your holiday season. Peace, abundance, and good health to all.
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