Looking at a Bigger Picture
Looking back now, there is so much more beyond what we thought was happening on this fateful day, some things we still may not understand yet. The reality is there was more than just the planes that struck the towers, regardless of who planned and/or executed the people.
The above video was sent to me by Rudolph Bosniak, from Herzegovina, a few days afterward. It’s had so much counter-intuitive responses of being a fly or a bird or something other than what it truly appears to be if one takes off the rose-colored glasses and just observes. It happens in only a few seconds, a UAP/UFO spirals out of ‘nowhere,’ flies in between that towers at the moment of impact of the second plane, then disappears in the same spiraling fashion.
This event brought the shift in American citizenry that had been long-planned, from what we’ve been able to gather since. The care and compassion for others was countered by a systematic counter-intelligence program that manipulated the entire world into a prescribed path crafted by a few who had the ways and means to challenge the status quo with immeasurable effect. The world changed in just a few days and the ‘war on terror’ got its budget increase.
Now for Something Completely Different
In a canyon in Pacific Palisades began another story simultaneously, perhaps a gift from Las Pulgas. My first introduction to the canyon was just before going to Chile for a month. Upon my return I took up residence there and, a few weeks later we put on an event called Gaia-Fest, termed Love Fest in the local paper the following week.
On this fateful morning, though, I was awakened rather harshly with a flow of imagery that was astounding. Hundreds of symbols, ancient and both recognizable and unrecognizable as they seemed, flowed in a torrent of imagery for a few moments before I could even open my eyes. I was locked in the view; mesmerizing to say the least. I had no idea what was happening on the other side of the country.
My ‘bedroom’ was a large cement slab left over from a previous highway department building, the third tier of what was now a private residence below. The 37-acre canyon was just south of Sunset Boulevard off the Pacific Coast Highway. I slept on an air mattress with a sleeping bag and pillow that was perfect for the time of year; sounds of frogs, crickets and the surf as my nightly lullaby and the screech of hawks and ravens my alarm clock. It was paradise.
I suppose the torrent lasted only a couple of minutes or less, though seemed a very long time in viewing, yet a blink when the liminal space becomes present in consciousness. In that liminal space, worlds merge for moments of ineffable details and delivery. I’d had some practice at just being still and observing when these things happen. Thinking yanks one out of the experience, usually, and the awe of the view left no desire to think; just to observe.
I’d seen some pretty wild stuff in my life’s tenure to date, yet nothing like this as it had the sense of extreme importance for some kind of purpose. It just felt deeply significant, beyond anything I’d experienced. After the flow subsided, I laid there for several more minutes wondering why and what they meant. I heard others beginning to stir with unusual fervor.
I got up to walk down to the house to inquire of their morning so far. The house had a converted office in the storage area below the glass enclosed area that looked down the drive to the ocean. On the way, a woman who was living in a small trailer on a lower tier was frantically preparing to leave, upset and frightened. I asked her what was happening.
She informed me that a passenger plane had struck one of the Twin Towers and perhaps we were under attack. In the few moments I just listened without attachment. Her fear was out of control and she could barely speak through her emotionally traumatized personal state of being. I got enough to realize something very wrong was happening.
I walked on down to our makeshift office and as I opened the door, the phone rang. It was a friend who was up and watching the news. As soon as I answered she had no hesitation, and was also frantic in her fear, in telling me to turn on the radio and TV to see the events unfolding. The second plane had just struck the other tower minutes before her call. I did neither as requested. There was no impulse to do so.
She told me she was on her way to see her best friend, a FOX newscaster, to find out more. I thanked her for the call, encouraged her to be safe and trust that everything would all work out. Something inside me felt that listen to radio or watching TV was not the path for me today. In this moment I felt detached and dynamically focused on something much deeper. I soon knew why.
Strangely, my emotions weren’t affected. I was completely still and unaffected by the events. In that stillness came the prompting to wake the others in the house, three roommates that shared it. I left the office and went to the front door a few feet away. As it turned out only one and his girlfriend where there, though they were the most metaphysically inclined of the group.
We stood outside, as it was an absolutely gorgeous southern California morning. Before I could explain my impressions as to what to do, another guy who’d been sleeping on a lower tier of the old remnants walked up with an intensely inquisitive look. He’d heard my earlier discussion with the woman. He, too, felt there was something for us to do beyond the normal responses.
The Pitch for Possibility
In a flash, the impression to open a portal for the ‘dead’ to ascend was replete with methodology and opportunity. I shared with the three that I had no idea if this would work or not, though the notion was to gather in prayer and offer our service in collaboration with a portal I had opened in the back of the canyon before traveling to Chile in late June.
Now, I’m sure you are wondering, “What portal?” I’d opened it to help two trapped spirits leave. Lyndsey Wagoner had lived in the house prior and was well aware of their presence. A couple had been murdered in the house decades ago, and had never left. She’d tried multiple methods to no avail and finally invited our host to take over the rental. He’d built a number of pieces of furniture for her over the years and seemed the ‘right’ one to offer the opportunity.
Explaining the entire process would diminish the purpose of this writing, though you can read more about it here. Suffice it to say that there was a perfect string of events that facilitated the opportunity we were presented with on this day in history. Our story wasn’t widely known, nor did we talk about it a lot. It was so mysterious and expressive of phenomena that none of us truly understood well enough to articulate its understanding beyond a cursory level.
The Process of Perception
I’m sure droves of folks have attempted to explain events that happen in what many refer to as the ‘liminal’ space between dimensions or even the non-linear or non-local events most, if not all, experiencers of interdimensional communication reflect as ineffable. How do we make the ineffable effable? What reflects sensemaking in such situations?
In this case, there are at least two obviously connected events. One, the entrance and exit of what appears to be a hyperdimensional craft moving in and out of ‘somewhere else.’ Although we watch and pretend to explore the possibilities of the materialist views, we know there is much more interconnectedness in the event. We have to admit we simply do not know, though we do know there is an answer ‘somewhere.’
In just comparing the two ‘narratives’ there is a cross-over of purpose, perhaps. We know that ETs are not a danger, though they may indeed be so much more functional in the realms beyond the physical that we can hardly surmise. One such possibility is the suspension of trauma and/or transition as ‘volunteers’ for such a seemingly horrific act. We don’t have video of the first plane so there is no way to know if a similar event took place as well.
Knowing a more expanded view of reality and the capacity for interaction within it, there could possibly be a joint effort that spans that liminal realm and creates a collaborative action across space and time. Perhaps the ‘volunteers’ were whisked away at the moment of impact and into a suspended space, just waiting for the ground crew to take actions like the canyon performance.
The Canyon Performance – Just Flies on the Wall
The previously mentioned portal was in the back of the canyon, about a quarter-mile walk from the house. It was about 6:30 when we departed to the portal. On the way, we all remained fairly quiet and in reverence for what we perceived to be a sacred duty we were called to perform. There was a deep sense of commitment to truth, to service and to the unknown results being just perfect.
Arriving at the spot, we sat in a circle, held hands and I began to invoke the many worlds with a prayerful beseeching of their help for our intended purpose. The purpose was to simply assist in the flow of the transition of souls from this world to the next with as little trauma as possible. Our attention was on returning them to Source after such a valiant mission. We never considered the event not to be their choice and destiny, even though it may not have been in their conscious awareness.
Events happen with people who have previously volunteer and/or were directed from an inner truth looking place few know exists. We know there are other realms; just not experienceable to the major of humans at this time. This may change in the very near future as we move further into the Age of Aquarius. There appears to be a lot of new science that is also validating this, including a Russian Academian’s dissertation from April of 2020.
After calling on all the kingdoms, from the elemental to the cosmic alliances, and impeccably timed I suddenly had a different point of view, even with my eyes closed. I was perhaps 100 feet above our location, slightly to the side and observing our circle of four, hand-in-hand with eyes closed, I could see a brilliant shaft of light within our circle and watched as it expanded around us. Then I found myself looking from perhaps several miles up as I could see southern California, Arizona and Nevada from my vantage point.
I went higher in a nanosecond and saw the entire northern continent. I witnessed another shaft of light that began on the east coast, arched over the country, and connected with the shaft of light engulfing us, just above our physical bodies. There was a distinct flow from the east to the shaft and up into the cosmos. It was such an awe-inspiring view. The notion of some sci-fi moving revealing the exquisitely crafted visuals were nothing in comparison to the direct experience of this event. Still, it wasn’t about any of us. It was about surrendering to service.
As I watched, the arc of light expanded to engulf the entire planet for a few seconds, then returned to the arc shape and, finally, was absorbed into the shaft and disappeared. I knew as I was watching that my body, along with the others, was still in the intentional state of surrender to All That Is and the functionality of what needed to happen beyond any of our imaginations. The shaft remained for a few moments and then my attention was suddenly back in my body.
Even writing about it now brings back the sense of the sublime and surreal activity and experience we all had that day. There was more, though this portion may already be too much to digest. It wasn’t just the experience of one, it was a shared experience. That is profound in the sense of sensibility and sensemaking. It is my sense we are capable of so much more, though it is facilitated through vulnerability and willingness, not sheer will as many might think.
Now, the potential of the interaction may have been a sequenced suspension of their (volunteers) travels for just a few moments. In that space, time disappears during the first few hours and perhaps days for some during normal transitions. I’ve had enough discussions with those who’ve passed to know there are many aspects of the transition we cannot fathom, yet do occur. It’s not too far fetched to perceive the potential presented in ‘What Dreams May Come’ that starred Robin Williams.
Truth truly is stranger than fiction in this case. I happened to be a participant and yet able to articulate at least a partial observation of the process and its results. Apparently we were successful and ‘someone’ else was watching, too. I wish I still had the copy of the channeling that went around the web a few weeks later, describing exactly what we had done and the location (canyon in California reference but no name) from which it was done.