Tending to the Portal While Magic Saturated Our Skies
The X Class Solar Flare, the largest in a year, erupted from our sun on 11/11, sending ripples of energy throughout our atmosphere that put on a double feature, two nights’ worth of natural artwork flooding our ethers.
For anyone in the world of woo, 11/11 is synonymous with big, spiritual (fill in the blank here with whatever it means to you).
I’m not one for love-and-lighting the bullshit and abuses of power playing out, but I do love a good magic show. The synchronicities around the solar flare on 11/11—creating a spectacular light show in our skies—a week after I was nudged to open a portal at Greenleaf beach just one block south of where Amy used to live, in the apartment where I first established contact with my guide, Mirando, in November of 1996 while she was establishing contact with hers, and then finding myself back on Greenleaf, again in November, taking the photo above—well, it’s just too much to ignore.
When the magic is this big, this pronounced, this extraordinary, it means extraordinary things are already happening, with more on the way.
For me, personally, it’s getting my wish of finally seeing the Northern Lights. That this happened in Chicago, of all places, I am taking as a sign that we are in the right place at the right time. I’m also taking all the joy I can get from this, fueling my secret agent of love work.
On 11/11, the first night the lights danced above, I noticed my Facebook feed filled with photos of the auroras by people in my neighborhood and other parts of the city and surrounding areas. I grabbed my phone and headed right out front of our building, capturing the magic. I then went into the backyard for more.
It was exactly 11:11 when I snapped my last snap.
Not only did I capture the lights, but I also caught the Pleiades Star Cluster when I went out back. It’s the first time I’ve seen it since leaving California a year and a half ago.
On 11/12, I headed home after spending time with a soul friend I had not seen in over twenty years. She lives in a country far from here and is back for a month, which will give us some solid time together.
Filled with love and connection from our time together, I planned to head down to Greenleaf Beach with Jon once I returned, as night two of the Northern Lights Spectacular was expected. He texted me to let me know he was going for a walk, and then he just kept walking the two miles down Greenleaf to Sheridan Rd., the last north-south running street just west of Lake Michigan.
I stopped at home to change my shoes and get loved on by the dogs who hadn’t seen me for hours. They zoomed around the apartment and jumped all over me, a lovely extension of being with my friend, whom I first met when she was 4 years old and I was 18, forty years ago, who I couldn’t stop hugging the whole time we were together.
I apologized to the pack for leaving them once more. I considered taking them with me and then thought better of it. I knew the beach would be filled with our community watching the skies. I then headed back out the door to meet Jon.
Our timing was perfect as the show was peaking right as our feet hit the sand. We stayed for an hour, taking many photos, talking with others, petting dogs in the dark, and receiving spontaneous hugs from the seven-year-old child there with her parents.
I looked over at the spot where I’d opened a portal the week before and laughed, realizing I’d actually opened/accessed a portal there twenty-nine years ago on the cold night in November of 1996 when Amy and I had done our magic together just two blocks away. The flash of green light she and I both saw in her apartment that night looked just like the green of the aurora in the photo above.
It’s 64 degrees today, and Jon and I went back to Greenleaf Beach, this time with the pack, to play for a while. We tended to the portal again, doggies included, as I’ve been instructed to do for as long as we collectively are in crisis.
We are all living through The Tower card right now, an inevitable explosion of our reality due to built-up and manipulated energy, an energy that has been disproportionately allocated, creating the “haves” and the “have-nots”, the distance between the two rapidly increasing, in a reality where the physical application of Oneness could rule the day. We know how this story could end; we’ve been here before - war, the destruction of a continent (if Atlantean mythology resonates with you), pandemic, famine, and more suffering.
May this restructuring happen differently, creating a world where equity, balance, harmony, and love are prioritized without the needless suffering.
Please join us on Zoom for a transmission of love, information, energetic support, and healing next Thursday, November 20th, at 5:00pm Central.
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The Pleiadians, Ursula, Yeshua, and a variety of Extradimensionals will share their perspectives on current events, how to navigate these transformative times and incoming energies, and will offer their support, energetic assistance, and love.
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May the restructuring lead us to the love and unity of oneness this time around💟. And so it is❣️