August 30th, 2009
4pm yesterday.
I am working in Grass Valley 40 minutes from home.
I call Glenn. He shouts, “Can’t talk. There’s a fire coming at us from the forest. It is huge.”
I start crying then straightened up, telling Georgia and Marilyn what has happened, asking Georgia to get my phone, walking out onto the deck. (Later realizing I burned the pads of my feet) and tuned in.
Found the metapoints of the fire and me, the wind and me and other metapoints that I toned and breathed and melded with and drew in their strength, adding to mine and all I could find I was connected to, drawing from Marilyn and Georgia who sat in silence working.
I drew line after line after line until I was part of the grids that were forming around the RV park. I do not believe I have ever been so consciously aware of anchoring a grid of what some would call Light for me it was streaming of light beams that bend and molded to an intention and a request filled by a translucent film that was simply resilient. By the time I was aware of a complete anchoring I had tears pouring down my face from the love I experienced, the joy, that music of the spheres as creation and I with Marilyn and Georgia sang a song of praise, a song of unity, as song of congruence, coherence, cohesion. There was not one ounce of protect or defend in the mix.
Then I started home.
The billowing smoke coming from part of a city burning was filling the right hand sky. I locked in at such a primitive level, I am still reeling from the impact of it today. I was going to my husband and that was that. Nothing was going to stop me. I was a mad woman. I say it this way so that you can get that the metapoint of instinct and consciousness took over and that system locked into play. I called Marilyn and Georgia to stay ground the power of the primal need was so strong. First place they stopped me and told me I could go one was 15 miles away. I pulled the car over to the sides and 100’s of cars were funneled down a detour. I stood at the side of the car and let tears stream down my face. It was just what there was to do. The policeman came over and said, “Go, go now!” and off I went.
I called Deb and Russ who connected through their Christian metapoint for hours while this was going on. I tell you. When you are directly connected to what connects you to life and has you live as whole the miraculous become evident.
Then I was detoured at a road I KNEW how to get to my home from. Off I went. At Dry Creek where the fires were burning in a hellish visual, I was stopped again. I saw a place to park. Now 1.5 miles from the RV Park. The tire company was combustible sharing its roar of flame and wind with the incinerated lumber yard beside it. There was nothing but wind, smoke and fire all around the RV park from the north side.
I went to turn right and the policeman yelled at me to stop. I screamed at him. I AM GOING TO PARK RIGHT THERE. He shouted, “You drive one foot further and I will arrest you!” I park. I am out and walking my feet burning from standing on the deck in Grass Valley.
One by one they let me past or don’t see me until right at the road to the park. The police who I didn’t realize was yelling at me told me if I didn’t stop he would arrest me. I stopped and headed up to the other entrance reaching Glenn when I could because cell towers were in use. Finally I stood waiting at the barrier. I would have waited forever there until I could have found a way in. I felt the importance of people being able to find each other. That nothing can stop them from being together. I was aware I was in a mystic primal experience and I was letting it take me. My emotions were by then rock solid no longer thrown by the obstacles. I was only I am going home.
Glenn walked Lily out on the other side of the barrier to see me and the policeman wouldn’t let him to back home. I actually felt the policeman knew I was going to try to get back in because Glenn had found where I could get in. So Glenn joined me. We had our Lily. We walked up the road and went in by the lake coming down the path watching the helicopters pull water out of the lake over and over again. Then we were home.
There was such a movement in my being, refocusing, realizing where I was not in the metapoint of what connected me to life and had me exist as whole. Watching a whole system respond to the clarity on not being with my husband and being there for others. We sat last night 6 of us and watched the news and realized the complete improbability of us not being burned. The men at the RV park including my husband were heroic. They staved off the inferno coming at them by filling the moat in front of our RVs. The fire department left 2 massive hoses for the men to connect to the hydrants in the park so the fireman could go fight the fires where the businesses and homes were.
It wasn’t until this morning when Glenn and I went to get my car, I realized something had happened in relationship to what I did in Grass Valley. Right in front of me was the visual representation of what I had carved out in my mind. I am sending this to everyone I love. I know you may think I was foolish or dramatic. I wasn’t I was clear about my priorities and I was fully alive.
This is an excerpt I sent Georgia and Marilyn. I love the work of Metapoints. I had every system fully on connected to life, drawing from the great living intelligence of both the cosmic and the primal. Looking back, it was so clear, I was congruent, cohesive, and coherent.
Today:
Living at Anne’s for 2 days. Fire Chief told us we could go out to get our car and then the police wouldn’t let us back in! It is best. I had a nasty cough from the smoke I couldn’t even smell. The part that is undeniable is that with everyone reinforcing me, the fire burned exactly to the edge of grids I drew and empowered. It is the eeriest thing looking at the visible line where the fire seemed to come to an abrupt stop, no zigzag, clear discernible lines on the ground I drew in my mind. This is the phenomenon of unity. Where everything works on behalf of life. It would be my hope that in these words, unity-based consciousness is enhanced.
4pm yesterday.
I am working in Grass Valley 40 minutes from home.
I call Glenn. He shouts, “Can’t talk. There’s a fire coming at us from the forest. It is huge.”
I start crying then straightened up, telling Georgia and Marilyn what has happened, asking Georgia to get my phone, walking out onto the deck. (Later realizing I burned the pads of my feet) and tuned in.
Found the metapoints of the fire and me, the wind and me and other metapoints that I toned and breathed and melded with and drew in their strength, adding to mine and all I could find I was connected to, drawing from Marilyn and Georgia who sat in silence working.
I drew line after line after line until I was part of the grids that were forming around the RV park. I do not believe I have ever been so consciously aware of anchoring a grid of what some would call Light for me it was streaming of light beams that bend and molded to an intention and a request filled by a translucent film that was simply resilient. By the time I was aware of a complete anchoring I had tears pouring down my face from the love I experienced, the joy, that music of the spheres as creation and I with Marilyn and Georgia sang a song of praise, a song of unity, as song of congruence, coherence, cohesion. There was not one ounce of protect or defend in the mix.
Then I started home.
The billowing smoke coming from part of a city burning was filling the right hand sky. I locked in at such a primitive level, I am still reeling from the impact of it today. I was going to my husband and that was that. Nothing was going to stop me. I was a mad woman. I say it this way so that you can get that the metapoint of instinct and consciousness took over and that system locked into play. I called Marilyn and Georgia to stay ground the power of the primal need was so strong. First place they stopped me and told me I could go one was 15 miles away. I pulled the car over to the sides and 100’s of cars were funneled down a detour. I stood at the side of the car and let tears stream down my face. It was just what there was to do. The policeman came over and said, “Go, go now!” and off I went.
I called Deb and Russ who connected through their Christian metapoint for hours while this was going on. I tell you. When you are directly connected to what connects you to life and has you live as whole the miraculous become evident.
Then I was detoured at a road I KNEW how to get to my home from. Off I went. At Dry Creek where the fires were burning in a hellish visual, I was stopped again. I saw a place to park. Now 1.5 miles from the RV Park. The tire company was combustible sharing its roar of flame and wind with the incinerated lumber yard beside it. There was nothing but wind, smoke and fire all around the RV park from the north side.
I went to turn right and the policeman yelled at me to stop. I screamed at him. I AM GOING TO PARK RIGHT THERE. He shouted, “You drive one foot further and I will arrest you!” I park. I am out and walking my feet burning from standing on the deck in Grass Valley.
One by one they let me past or don’t see me until right at the road to the park. The police who I didn’t realize was yelling at me told me if I didn’t stop he would arrest me. I stopped and headed up to the other entrance reaching Glenn when I could because cell towers were in use. Finally I stood waiting at the barrier. I would have waited forever there until I could have found a way in. I felt the importance of people being able to find each other. That nothing can stop them from being together. I was aware I was in a mystic primal experience and I was letting it take me. My emotions were by then rock solid no longer thrown by the obstacles. I was only I am going home.
Glenn walked Lily out on the other side of the barrier to see me and the policeman wouldn’t let him to back home. I actually felt the policeman knew I was going to try to get back in because Glenn had found where I could get in. So Glenn joined me. We had our Lily. We walked up the road and went in by the lake coming down the path watching the helicopters pull water out of the lake over and over again. Then we were home.
There was such a movement in my being, refocusing, realizing where I was not in the metapoint of what connected me to life and had me exist as whole. Watching a whole system respond to the clarity on not being with my husband and being there for others. We sat last night 6 of us and watched the news and realized the complete improbability of us not being burned. The men at the RV park including my husband were heroic. They staved off the inferno coming at them by filling the moat in front of our RVs. The fire department left 2 massive hoses for the men to connect to the hydrants in the park so the fireman could go fight the fires where the businesses and homes were.
It wasn’t until this morning when Glenn and I went to get my car, I realized something had happened in relationship to what I did in Grass Valley. Right in front of me was the visual representation of what I had carved out in my mind. I am sending this to everyone I love. I know you may think I was foolish or dramatic. I wasn’t I was clear about my priorities and I was fully alive.
This is an excerpt I sent Georgia and Marilyn. I love the work of Metapoints. I had every system fully on connected to life, drawing from the great living intelligence of both the cosmic and the primal. Looking back, it was so clear, I was congruent, cohesive, and coherent.
Today:
Living at Anne’s for 2 days. Fire Chief told us we could go out to get our car and then the police wouldn’t let us back in! It is best. I had a nasty cough from the smoke I couldn’t even smell. The part that is undeniable is that with everyone reinforcing me, the fire burned exactly to the edge of grids I drew and empowered. It is the eeriest thing looking at the visible line where the fire seemed to come to an abrupt stop, no zigzag, clear discernible lines on the ground I drew in my mind. This is the phenomenon of unity. Where everything works on behalf of life. It would be my hope that in these words, unity-based consciousness is enhanced.
on photo: purple spot our RV
green line the RV park
blue spot: our pond
red fillin: where the rest of the fire was
