All of these photos are unmodified digital images of orbs, ectoplasm, and wavelengths of conscious light I’m quite sure I don’t understand at all. Some of the beings we think of as aliens live within some of these paradigms that are now bleeding through more freely than ever before. All were taken over Edenlight’s gazebo, where they are used to finding me.
It is our destiny to one day travel as freely inter dimensionally as any of these light/ life forms.
We are as infinitely unique and valid as we are beloved by the maker. If we were to view one another with such respect, we would assume our divine place within Creation, and begin enjoying the Whole universe for a change. That is the only club worth belonging to. When we realize we are all charter members at The Source, the story of the return of the Prodigal Son will make sense to everyone on a grand scale.
Gathering of expectant orbs outside the gazebo. We must learn to appreciate all the consciousness around us that is not encumbered by our form of physicality. We must learn to appreciate ALL of the life forms that are not exactly the same as our limited experiences. Nature is a vast treasure trove of friends to us.
This aggregation of consciousness is full of purple, green, and white; Lots of Divine Love. I suspect the French Impressionist Seurat might enjoy this display of cosmic Pointilism. All of this points to an infinite elastic soup of stunning Possibility which we are generally blind to our immersion in. It comes down to: How does our true consciousness choose to express? And how does it choose to relate to everything else? All 4 pictures were taken over the gazebo roof in January and February.
This shot has more different sizes of orb than is typical at one time. Note the variety of colors.
Although I usually get the best pictures of orbs while pointing the camera at the night sky, this photo from 2013, is taken on a primary garden path.
NEVER think you are alone.
Yul pointed out that many of the masses of orbs I photograph at night are the only way we see The P’s; the only way they can currently express for our vision. I found that encouraging, and was lead to a further understanding that much of what we call “inspiration” (though by no means exclusively), comes from these spirits.
I also strongly suspect that to separate them from the concept of “The Holy Spirit” would be erroneous.
My younger daughter Lindsay, who’s husband Joe gave me the computer which made this blog possible for me, has observed numerous times, (and taken photos and videos), on her crib monitor of the Light orb that scans the sleeping child. My older granddaughter, going on 5, recently saw it dancing on her hand. she was awake, and it’s nice she hasn’t outgrown her etheric eyes yet. Maybe she is one who won’t. We don’t know if it is the same spirit watching both granddaughters, as only one appears at a time in the bedroom.
Don’t let this inhibit your connection with the vast array of spirit Guides at our beck and call, and all of The One Source, never forgetting that.
Sometimes, I don’t always need an answer, but am compelled to ask the question.
Though when I ask myself why this may be true, I kind of want the answer, which throws a sort of kibosh upon the noble notion of being indifferent.
Actually, indifferent sounds kind of sensible. And we tend to find out when we’re ready.
I once had the fortune to stand in the middle of the garden for an hour and a half, which felt like ten minutes, talking with a lady who thought she had come to buy a lavender plant. The spirit of lavender, and her divine supporters had asked The P’s to bring her, which she figured out quickly.
The channel sessions with Mirra, some years earlier, were a class of their own, with teachings from the perspective of Jesus and Gabriel. The kind of personal questions I could ask were limited to helping me adopt a good course of learning.
This impromptu session placed no limits on what I might ask, yet the nature of the answers themselves challenged me to escape from the common box we live in.
Standing face to face a few feet from the Mars Stone, a standing slab of purplish red Mexican Sandstone from an ancient game trail indented with the hoof prints of the Quagga, a now extinct zebra cousin,( the last quagga was killed by a South African farmer because it was grazing on his land), I asked and listened as this one of many teachers channeled my Pleiadian Spirit Guides.
She called them the P’s, and they spoke through her with a somewhat Asian voice characteristic, as well as a sense of humor. My thus tuned inner “ear” still recognizes this quality when they speak with me today. For as ever present as they are, they are not intrusive, understanding they are part of a much larger team.
Here is the short list of what they taught me:
ABOUT THEM TO ME: 1) They have been with me always, as are Jesus and Buddha. They qualify perfectly as guardian angels. The DNA of our human divinity was seeded from The star system sometimes called the Seven Sisters, the most visible of The Pleiades, which is easy to find if you can spot Orion. Find the 3 bright stars of Orion’s Belt and that line extends to the right to just below the cluster of the Pleiades, which is commonly mistaken for The Little Dipper. Scandinavians look the most like Pleiadian humanoids. The P’s spirits have never had bodies, nor care to have such a heavy experience.Being androgynous, sex doesn’t mean a hoot to them, though they are aware of what it is. There is nothing bipolar about them at all.
FROM THEM TO ME: 1) Pay close attention to infinity and the infinity sign (The Mobius Strip). I can no longer separate its fractal and unrestricted nature from any reality.
2) Pay close attention to your hummingbirds. (Which were buzzing me constantly in those days) They will teach you things. They have. They are truly gifted inter dimensional messengers. Once I allowed a hummingbird to give me a tour of a small corner of Edenlight; transmitting to me the unique energy of each type of plant it landed on. They don’t buzz me so much any more, as all energies are now more readily perceived.
3) They advised me to avoid being trapped in dysfunctional relationships that did not support my quest for enlightenment. The heaviness of such exposure can be ruinous to awakening, as is any challenge to an opening heart.
4) Relative to the opening lines of this post, The P’s had two answers that they used for at least 80% of my queries, and crazily enough, I always understood why they chose the answers they did. It was a fast learning:
A] WE ARE ALL ONE BEING. In the final analysis, removing ego, or the illusion of Self, would reveal truth.
B]. THE ANSWER IS IN YOU QUESTION. This was urging me to trust in what WE ALREADY KNOW.
I kept her phone number. Called her about a year later and got some predictions about a direction my art would take. They called them “lumens”, which they described as visuals which would reach people more by its gestalt than its specific details; a catalyst for new understanding. Much of the art and signage at Edenlight has this quality.
About a year passed before the next call. The number was no longer in service. Thank you, K. C. L.; a human gift from the Divine Guidance System. Thank you, P’s for employing her. I hope she is well rewarded for her Service, for when I knew her, even though she was an attorney fighting the Good fight, it was clear that her higher activities had not connected her with worldly wealth, or much self-promotion at all.
Even though we are speaking of an inner quality, sometimes it is instructive to emphasize that ‘higher ” does exist as a metaphor. A higher wave of life is one that is more brilliant, but is above nothing.
Yesterday, March 16, my friend Pearle brought her son Yul, who lives in Atlanta. One reason we hit it off so well is that he has been communicating with The P’s for years. He calls them The P’s, and has been photographing many forms of e.t. spacecraft for some time, and like me, has difficulties finding many open enough to take such truth seriously.
This truth will not be suppressed much longer. Even the world government cannot stop what is inevitable: THE RISE OF MAN.
BIG BIRD?
Ectoplasm with and without smoke. Sometimes it is difficult to believe what we can see. More challenging is to recognize the profound truths “hidden’ within all things.The only thing creating the “hidden’ effect is a misguided sense of self.
Some of the challenges:
EGO: We can blame ego all day long, but we need our ego at least as a primitive defense mechanism so we don’t step in front of buses. The only problem with ego is when we allow it to control our mental and emotional bodies, which in turn places a barrier between our etheric and physical selves. The divinity which created and always remains within our higher selves, or soul bodies, is then left to observe and await a window of opening within the earthly body: a dilating of the heart consciousness.
MEDIA: Those glued to mass media are attending the brainwashing school of the military-industrial complex that Dwight Eisenhower warned us about. The EMF’s from screens and monitors inhibit one’s ability to be “psychic”. Some are enrolled nearly full time. Since all reality is belief based, getting sucked into the drama is not going to help anyone at all, even under the guise of ” staying informed.”These students are all ratings statistics. The stage direction out there, while compelling, also removes our natural capacity for hope, and our personal ability to divinely manifest. Maybe this is what the divine circus is all about.
SOME RELIGIOUS DOCTRINES: the most damaging of these is the notion that God is some form of harsh judge. Judgement would be one of the very last things coming from God, as it is diametrically opposed to divine purpose. God is love , allowance, and everything that makes everything possible. Nothing is destroyed. The Law of Attraction, which I’m sure is a perfect part in the Divine Plan in no way discriminates. Mess up your life in any selfish way, and you get to return again and again to repeat essentially the same lesson until you get it. While the freedom within the concurrent frequencies of Heaven are a fact, hell is a creative invention of the old church. Hell does, however, exist more solidly here on Earth more than anywhere else for those who are truly suffering. According the Archangel Gabriel, Adolph Hitler promised to be good, and came back as a holy man: Osama bin Laden. I learned this in Neale Donald Walsch’s 1995 Conversations With God. Burning in hell forever is wonderful disinformation. Fortunately there are many individual churches which strive to teach and practice only the truth of divine love and compassion.
OUR SOCIALIZATION: The best meaning family and friends can easily influence , or worse, discourage our discovering the power of an open heart. BE VERY CAREFUL WHO YOU SHARE YOUR DEEPEST DREAMS WITH. In this world it may take great bravery to separate oneself from the non-supportive status quo, and do it graciously. All thoughts are somewhat contagious. according to Leonard Orr, the human race is addicted to sickness and death. Both make our stories so darned personal,, especially when we strongly identify with our inabilities. There truly exist reclusive yogis in the Himalayas who are hundreds of years old, and one of their strict practices is to never come within 50 feet of a human believing in death, even though our personal energy field only projects out about 13 feet in all directions. Don’t try too hard to imagine the energy of a room full of bipolar people tied to chairs. The world is much like that emotionally.
We do have a powerful influence on one another; as good a reason as any why a mass awakening is entirely possible. It doesn’t matter if the 100th monkey research was entirely legitimate or not. The existence of the concept remains.
One of the hundreds of repurposed plant identification signs placed throughout the garden. Sometimes I rediscover just the right one at the right time, while pruning, weeding, or simply musing within Eden, which is a state of mind.
My inspiration for the Goddess Isis. The one who deserves to use this name. I stared at the Jasper river boulder until she appeared. Of course I had to use diamond bits. she is wearing 3 pieces of Chrysocolla with Cuprite ( from the late Benny Fenn), a cut Citrine, 2 pc.of Lapis Lazuli, Brazilian Flower Amethyst (from Seann Xenja), and Monterey Pinecones from Joy, the tree overhead.
Orbs around The Mother Mary shrine, where wonderful things also happen in broad daylight.
Most of the earliest awakening voices in my head were female: Loving, healing, supportive, feminine energy.
This essential power has been long suppressed by male agendas which long ago over reacted to feminine abuse of their dominance.
The tide is now returning to a reasonable balance of the yin (female), and yang (male), though obviously not perfect yet.
The Divine Mother essence is best know through the presence of Devi (Hindu),Kwan Yin (Buddhist), Mother Mary (Christian), and they are arguably all iterations or manifestations of the the same State of Being, or Consciousness. Those are but a supreme few of their kind.
When I asked Spirit years ago where were the male Devas, the answer was: You are, but of course you are human as well. It is why you are here. That being said, I don’t believe I have dodged any of the learning experiences I came for, but have also grown accustomed to communicating with extensively diverse forms of consciousness; all of it loving.
My gratitude for the gifts of Compassion and Patience which have come from All Divine is one reason those gifts have continued to develop. If I need comfort, The Mother is there, but then so is the Father.
A rose in February and the other neglected half of The Lord’s Prayer.
Perhaps 10 years ago, I was feeling particularly affectionate and thankful for the gifts of revelation and comfort which had clearly come from The Mother in various forms. So I decided to deliver, and rehearsed, a lovely meditative prayer of gratitude to Her. I got all situated and comfortable in the gazebo, and began my prepared very personal Thank you. barely had I begun, when my thoughts were succinctly overridden by The Mother saying: “There is no place that I am that The Father is not.” She didn’t need to go further, and didn’t.
Happily chastened, the meditation was abbreviated, and I never tried to repeat that one. Not in the same way.
Though I frequently address my gratitude to one aspect of the Divine, or Tao, my default acknowledgement is to All Divine, though it may come out as “Heavenly Father”.
Granular and wispy ectoplasm, with a few orbs.
A nice melange of ectoplasm and orbs. I don’t read any specific message here; only that the universe is happy that someone is paying attention. Happiness ensues. The bluish light is actual smoke.
The particles of light which are digitally captured by my Panasonic Lumix camera are still somewhat of a mystery. These things all of my photos of apparitions and interesting energetic forms have in common: I take them at night with the flash. Any odd setting or zoom doesn’t work. My I- phone with flash won’t work. I get blurry stuff not worth looking at. Having a bit of smoke in the air helps, but the images do not reflect the smoke patterns my eye sees. As I’ve said elsewhere, the most amazing photos were taken in a clear night sky. The camera has occasionally turned my breath into something more distinctive. Some nights the results are insipid and not interesting. Those photos are deleted.
The following and above photos are not necessarily the most fascinating, but are representational of what I get on most nights, except in the rain…which is bad for the camera.
This is a sky full of orbs. That is a whopping bunch of consciousness.
Orbs in front of the creosote varnished ceiling of the gazebo where much inspiration continues to arrive. I don’t mean the ceiling. The gazebo sits atop the longitudinal Earth grid line of Edenlight. Thoreau spent 2 years, 2 months , and 2 days in his cabin upon Walden Pond. Though I have a perfectly good house 10 minutes away, much of my contemplative, as well as worldly time, over the past 25 years has been spent here. The twilight hours are just as magical as advertised.
So if I am a mystic, what does that mean? This is an ongoing learning.
Mysticism is only possible because Source energy remains and sustains in All things, whether plant, animal, mineral, human, alien, or anything you can (or can’t) think of.
Walking past a tree years ago with Mirra, she pointed to it and said,” You can talk with this tree if you choose.” I believed her, because I had a bit of experience already talking with plants, but not the confidence to do so on demand.
By removing that prophylactic which is nothing more than a bloated sense of self being something separate from God, its quite wonderful what the universe has to offer.
My first profound dialogue with something not human (Many of which talks are not profound at all) was with a sugar cane plant. Appropriately it came in a sweet female voice. Some years earlier I had been given a 5 gal. plant which I had put into a 15 gal. black nursery container, but had never found particularly vigorous or tasty. A Savadoreno friend said I must plant it in the ground, in the sun, in good soil, with plenty of water. Of course I should have already thought of that.
So I cut the plant in half, putting half in a special bed of all the best ingredients of soil, compost, worm castings, and fossil sea kelp, with a circle of basalt fieldstones around it.The other half I split and planted in 2 more 15 gal. pots.
Finished with my work, I stood back and rhetorically asked:”How do you like that?”To my sublime shock, I was answered “vocally” in my head: “I like it very much. Thank you”. Not wanting this new experience to end, I then asked:”Is there anything else I can do for you?” “Yes, please put my babies over there behind me.” “Over there” is where I had placed the two 1/4 sized plants. “Behind me” was a bamboo collection. Sugar cane and bamboo are grasses. It seemed like a good place ( also because there was room there).
“I will be happy to. Is the bamboo happy?” (Kind of grabbing at straws now.)
“The bamboo is very happy.”
“You can speak for the bamboo too?”
“Yes, dear, I can speak for the bamboo too.”
And there it ended, but not before fully capturing my attention.
Perhaps needless to say, The cane flourished, producing sweet juicy stalks.
Fetus of the new universe. All dots of light are individual orbs; not stars in the background.
What I thought was an orb ( by the chimney) is just a lens flare. I assume it to be some kind of statement about the sky full of disgusting chemtrails. This is not at Edenlight.
I was already in love with photographing the natural world when I got my first orb photos on a night hike on the trails above Indian Valley. Reviewing half a dozen shots I had taken of an especially fetching live oak branch, I nearly deleted the ones with pesky spots on them. Curious, I enlarged the pictures in the viewer to find the spots were all orderly little donuts of light with varying colors and details. Since that night I doubt that I have fewer than 50 thousand digital photographs of orbs and different forms of ectoplasm.
I have orbs with smiley faces, mandarin characters, bites taken out , with craters, and in every imaginable color. There is rarely just one orb, and occasionally a blizzard of them so thick that’s all there is. Several times they have all been pink, though pink orbs are more commonly associated with swimming underwater, especially with dolphins. (Underwater camera required). ,After several years of orbs I began receiving pictures of recognizable things or beings, sometimes in full color. Much more common, and often but not always taken in the presence of wood smoke, are the energy apparitions which don’t quite match any known life form, but are fascinatingly beautiful. They may appear as blue or white light, and sometimes in a granular multi – colored ectoplasm, and others as smooth as though air – brushed.
While I have friends who take photos of amazing apparitions in daylight, with the exception of a few bright orbs, my pictures are all night shots, generally aiming for as much open sky as the growing mini forest of Edenlight allows.
Your guess is as good as mine. jan.2017, in the sky over the gazebo.
A feline E. T.?
Edenlight Garden 