The Elephant and the Priestess: Choose the Magic

Posted on June 15, 2026 by wkhardy

It’ll be published soon. Process,,, processes. Underway, and ongoing.

So here’s a taste,,, the first ten pages of my new novel, set in Northern New Mexico. Characters from my earlier novel ‘The Rug: Step Into the Magic’, join together to follow an impulse and attraction to a formation of stones that looks like an elephant and looks like a priestess and has lived among legends of a magic that the friends have finally chosen to test for themselves.

The Elephant and The Priestess

Choose The Magic

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Twelve times they had tried it. Unbelievable. So certain, so certain in the beginning, before the first attempt. Less certain now. But, nevertheless, somehow,,, certain. All the elements are aligned. Each step has been followed, each instruction. Done as has been done, as nearly as can be imagined from the answers that have come. Sometime, they knew, this had been a passageway, and it had been used often. In that sometime, whenever it had been. They were certain of it.

Clues that were so much more than clues, because they caused so much vibration in the body as they were heard and read and fathomed. Not just understood; these hints and sparks wanted to be fathomed, in a deeper part of a person than where understanding takes place. Their bones became sound chambers when the clues were read. Sounding rods. Sound amplifiers. Sound chambers. Echoes and beats of sound. They knew in their bones, in the hollows that their bones formed in their chests and in the cradles of their pelvis bones, they knew, were certain, that they had found the passage, its entrance, its exit. Its portal. Its infinite cosmic multi-dimensional portal. The best words they had found to describe it, as they fathomed it to be.

They would try for the thirteenth time. Face the opening between the two stone formations that had held this place sacred and secret for uncounted rotations of the galaxy. Resting in the hillside, clothed with glowing greened-greyed blankets of mosses and lichens, red brown dry needles from the pinyons and junipers, small white and yellow blossomed plants with orange-black butterflies.

The heavy large rounded boulder stone on the left, supported by foundation on several smaller sibling stones barely visible through the grasses and shrubs under the trees. The large round stone that formed a feeling and a vision of the stomach and torso, with the smaller rounded stone a little askew on the top of it, the elongated and funneled stone lodged on the right side of it, the feeling as if being here beside a seated forest-floor elephant. And on the right side of the gap that was there to the right of the elephant — the gap that allowed a view between the larger stone formations, the slight suggestion of four, perhaps five vertical stones leaning against one another as if purposely arranged, with their left edges outward and their right edges each hidden behind the back of the next slab, stones that could perhaps slide in the hillside — on the right side of that view stood the right portal stone formation, more surface exposed where the lichens clung to the vertical angle, standing like a tall, robed priestess, two-and-a-half people tall, her hair of grasses and Indian paintbrush falling from the top onto both shoulders. More grey-blue lichens clinging, below the shoulders, down in folds like a robe, fully to the ground. Suggestions of uneven breasts under the robe below the shoulders. A beginning of the shape of hips where the stones met the forest floor. Standing immovable, as if a body trunk rooted by its legs deep into the Earth. Or having begun an emerging from the Earth and then chosen to stop. The Priestess upright on the right of the gap and the Elephant seated on the left of the gap, this gap that was open when one really wanted to look, to this potential portal that they had been drawn to for so long.

For so long. And now, for the thirteenth time they would gather inside of themselves,,, each as though a part of the other, in their group of three they called The Triad. Gather inside of themselves as though they were one singular holder and generator, one transducer, one dynamo, one dynamic heart. Gather and create a vibration among them that was their dynamic golden heart intention to pass through this portal for the ultra-dimensional treasure that they were certain thrived and pulsed with cosmic energies there on the other side. To know their own treasures. To know the treasures that belong to all who experience life. Experience consciousness. Are expressions of consciousness. In form or in waves. All of it vibrations, frequencies, waves of the feelings that have been called divine, that have been called love, that have been called the many names of the Creator Love. A physical step through that portal and into the dimensions on its other side would allow expansions of the consciousness of that love as it has been expressing in individuated dynamics and flows on the plane of the usually experienced Earth.

From those expansions would come the choosing of the flow that would follow,,, that would express further. These three in their triad knew that they had prepared and they had found their way to this place, to the elephant that had seated itself beside the priestess who had projected herself from the Earth. The portal, the Elephant and The Priestess.

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They began their Tone, their Triad Tone, voices produced from deep breaths of the air that yes, even the air in this place, felt sacred and charged and alive saying to them that it had always been alive. Voices with air and the sound from the cosmos in the chest, rising as if through the high-heart center then upward to thrum the fibers in the throat and set the frequencies into motion to resonate in the chambers in the head. Holding those frequencies inside closed mouths, inside the chambers of the body, finding the resonance then with the frequencies each one of the Triad with the other two.
It was the sound. It was The Tone, to be found and felt and held and amplified in their bodies’ chambers. Held and sounded and resounded with each succeeding breath within each of them.
The clues had led them to know that The Tone would begin the opening of the sliding portal stones. Some one of the vertical edges of what appeared through the mosses and ferns to be stone slabs standing upright and leaning against one another would move, said the clues. It was left up to them, The Triad, to sound The Tone together, to find together the frequency and to sound it in their chambers in their heads and in their chests and in their bones and in their hearts. Sound it and hold it with their deepening breathing until it could present the frequency to this sacred place for the duration that would set the moving stones into motion.

She was certain that the others were standing with their eyes closed as she was, but she felt the muscles in her legs and hips wanting her to lower her body into a squat. She squatted. Slowly, while sounding her thrum in her throat. And she wanted to open her eyes. She opened them. She lowered herself slowly and felt immediate response through her from the Earth. Her arms spread to her sides and turned her palms downward, feeling, receiving, more from the Earth. Birth. Earth. Receiving and giving at the same time, simultaneous waves of creation energies flowing forward downward into the Earth and feeling responding returns and flowing again, all in the same moving moments, progressing and spiraling stronger, through her hands, and up her arms,,, vibrating her feet and through her legs. Earth. Vibrating the Earth. Earth vibrating her.

From her lower position her eyes saw the bases of the standing stone slabs, thick, heavy against each other in the forest floor; the thickness of the priestess torso of stone, the rounded weight of the elephant stones, the waves of greens and greys and browns and flickers of oranges and yellows and whites of the nestling forest. The Tone in her was quieter but still resonating rhythmic with her breath, in the chambers of bone within her face behind and below her eyes. The energies were strong in her hands, feeling the heart and rhythm and breath of the Earth.

She saw his body standing next to hers, on her left side, that he had begun to raise himself onto the front parts of his feet, that his arms and hands were floating in front of him with the elbows downward and the palms toward the stone structures in front of them.

He felt the Tone in his chest and throat and that he must push on his feet to raise his body upward, turning his hands toward the stones and keeping a loose flowing possibility in his arms, relaxed but knowing their purpose, feeling the reciprocating flows that had begun, as though he and the stones were producing the Tone together using his body’s throat and lungs to give sound to the vibrations. His eyes opened now, and he lowered himself with his feet, and his knees bent forward very slowly. He saw the stones and the forest in front of him, and in his awareness saw that she was squatting down to the right of him. He felt that he now must straighten his legs again and slowly raise onto his toes again, knew that he would be repeating these movements. His eyes were focused forward on the standing slabs, the moss-filled crevices between them, as the Tone was now following the focus and flowing into the crevices. His awareness saw that she to his left had begun to move as if in a dance, her torso turning on stationary feet, slowly from side to side, her knees bending and turning first to one side then to the other.

Her arms were up from her shoulders, weaving in the air in front of her and above her, right arm bent relaxed and weaving high when her torso turned to the right, left arm and hand passing across in front of her chest to the right then raising and circling up and above her head to the left, leading her torso in its turn to the left, the right arm now lowering to follow the torso and to pass across in front to the left side, then rise again when the turning flowed again to the right.

In her dance she felt her breath following the sound of her Tone, increasing the Tone outward as she moved in turn to each side, letting the breath and the Tone soften and move inward, weaving, weaving, as her torso and arms reached the farthest part of their turn to each side, then breath and Tone outward and louder as she passed the focus of her across the space between her and the portal that she knew was there, wanting to open, between the Elephant and the Priestess.

It was there in their feet now, in the bones and muscles of their feet, in the bones in their legs and they could feel it each in each muscle that turned and moved beside the bones, in their thighs, in their hips, in the cradles of their hip bones and up the steps of the bones of their spines, to spread through lungs,,, hearts,,, shoulders,,, arms, to sound deep in their hearts and in their heads.

They could suddenly feel that their tones Each Tone was this time a perfect harmony with the others, this harmony that had only now begun in this thirteenth time,,,. They felt it now among them, waves through them as if together, that they had not felt before, in their throats on their tongues the taste of the stones, sounding in through their heads and chests the one star song of the stones and they could feel the stones with the Earth breathing with them in their rhythms. Ringing now in their heads and bones and in every finger and toe and certain in their eyes, the ringing harmony in layers in harmony with that stand of standing portal thick stone slabs, as their eyes were now aware, that the lichens between the standing slabs were wavering and shaking, some falling to the needle-covered floor, where could be seen in that same awareness the movement of the brown floor grasses and stones, the fallen mosses and lichens as they fell, as the slabs rotated each on some unseen axis.
The slabs in their harmony opening the portal, two slabs on the left near and a little behind the elephant guardian sliding their unseen inner vertical edges to curl backward, into the hillside behind them. The three slabs on the right sliding their visible front edges forward and curving out from the hillside, just behind the priestess guardian, to open the way between.

Sounds now were felt and understood. She who had lowered her birth center to the Earth knew that she would now raise and move to the opening and she began. He whose hands had faced the stones and raised and lowered on his feet, moved by energies felt, moved them now toward the opening. She whose hands and arms had defined arcs and winds and sent them swirling frequencies across the stones stepped in the rhythm of the three of them.

The darkness of black that was black black darkness in that opening was the black of all colors being black inside of them as all colors collected inside of them, that as the three felt themselves in and through the opening there came a feeling that was light in them, it was lightness, their feet and legs were no longer heavy, their bodies were not heavy, their arms nor heads were heavy. They saw light inside them. Light. Inside them. And they saw light outside of them. Light in all that they saw.

They no longer needed walking but they knew where and then that they were moving. Awareness was in their eyes that they saw in their chests and behind their eyes, saw but knew the sparkles of what they had known as air moving in front of them, making woven links of sparkle and glittering threads to draw as though attract them, their new who they were, through the glow that they had entered, felt the vibrating as part of, had become vibrating as part of. No uncertainty now. Only The Knowing.

Moving now, somewhere,,, it must be, there, must be there somewhere through the portal, through where the slabs had opened. Moving somewhere, more like becoming somewhere, some new where, becoming the vibration of somewhere different from where they were, though where they were was still included and in them. Melding to somewhere because vibration experienced became somehow different, but all was still included. If they chose that. They knew they could choose.

She who had served as Mother connection to Mother Earth felt a wish to feel communication with the others, feel communication among their Triad as they had done and established so often and she opened that feeling inside of her to include her sensing of the other two. Seeing them the other two with her eyes was not as she had known it before, all was light variations, variations of light colors and densities and changing in the eyes that she was most accustomed to, but she knew inside her that she had now established a focus on the other two and her old eyes began to understand how the light variations and densities reacted to that focus, to any such focus. Her new eyes, her new way of seeing, though she knew that she had used it before but not like this, she began to understand, was of the third eye, the pineal gland, so often called the third eye, the all-seeing eye, inside the head seeing more beyond using the inner awareness and focus and receiving, also focus and projection, densities and vibrations of light and its frequencies and variations. And sound. There was sound in here too. Each density of light and each color variation sounded in her, as if in her upper chest and throat and head, even around her head and chest she felt the sound of her focus.

She felt herself turn her physical sense toward the other two and her old eyes were aware of the density and color differences there as her new-found newly-remembered all-seeing vision included the two and the sounds changing inside her and the layers of vibrations of light inside her adapted to who they are now the other two. She felt herself project her thought into their densities, her thought of asking “Shall we continue? Shall we return now and understand from there, or shall we continue this experience forward?”

Light and color and densities around the two changed, lightened, and darkened,,, flashed,,, melded,,, formed waves,,, flashed and melded,,, and waves expanded toward her and she knew the feeling and felt the sounds of a want to return to outside the portal, to understand in their more-familiar way of understanding. The two were on her left and the portal then behind them and she was aware of turning left toward the two and they turning toward her and toward the portal which seemed to be floating there where they had left it with no visible floor or walls just a denser part of all of the light.
They moved toward it with no feeling of walking. It opened, sensing their intention, they knew. They were aware that they had not been aware of the portal closing behind them, knowing then that such openings and closings were different on this side, in this realm, not so heavy as with condensed and compressed particles that had weight in gravity. Here were more waves than particles.

They felt the density then again, as they passed into and then through that denser part of the light. Felt again the body of weight and gravity and motion from the walking. With more seeing of each other with those old eyes, wondrous as they are, undeniably different from the seeing they had just relearned. Walking a few more steps away from the elephant and the priestess. Now came the talking again.

But it had to resume with only sounds.

She who had moved her arms and torso as if dancing with winds let “Mmmm.,,,ohhh,,,,” come from her, smiling her head slowly from side to side as she looked at the others looking at her. She who had neared the Earth moved her head down then up and “Mmmm,,, mmmm,,,” came from her, and smiling too. He who had motioned his arms in front of him released “Hahhhh,,,,” and he smiled as his eyes closed. Then opened, and the three were looking smiling at one another not wanting to stop the smiling and the laughing began while they continued laughing and saw that they all three were lowering themselves to sit on the ground facing one another.

Through all the smiles she who had waved her arms became able to form some words “What,,,what,,, “ motioning her head to look from one to the other, “,,, what can we possible say,,, about,,, possibly,,, what can we possibly say about that?!?!” Which brought short laughs from each of the others and he of the forward and upward arm motions added “What,,,” also motioning his head to look from one to the other “,,, yeah,,, what can possibly be said,,, now?” She of the Earth connection also turning her head as if to say no “No there’s no way, now words, hah, I can’t talk words,,, now words, no words, no words now,,,hah, shouldn’t even be trying. No words for,,,for that.” There was only smiling and looking.

Waving arms woman managed to say “It was more than I poss,,, I mean,,, way more than,,, I think,,, I possibly could have imagined,,, anything like that. I had maybe imagined a little something like that, but not ev,,, no,,, no, not even close to what that was.” Forward arms man “No, no, nothing,,, I’ve seen some, sometimes when I’ve meditated, some light fields, some lights and colors moving, you know, I’m sure you’ve seen that too. But nothing like what that was. Nothing like that at all.” And Earth connection woman said, slowly, with distinct sounds, “I,,, we,,, probably have maybe talked about what it might be like over there, through there, in there,,, but no, we never did really ever come close to,,, I guess we each might have expected something very different from anything we’ve ever known before, but, yeah, well, that’s what we got. I know for me,,, huge. Huge difference. Huge,,, like an expansion…. And I don’t think that we’ve possibly felt all of it yet, not yet. It’s gonna be in me for a while more, some days probably, before I really feel settled with it. Yes. A big expansion.”

Waving arms woman, “Yes, absolutely, for me too.” Some quiet then, among them. All were looking at the small area of forest floor that was there between them, where they had just allowed themselves to sit, to rest, to be. Then she said “Yolanda, did you feel any,,, well,,, what do you think,,, or feel,,, was different about how we did it this time? I mean, why did it,,, what made it all work this time?” Yolanda Earth Woman looked up. She looked, just looked at the other woman. Then she looked at the man. The three looking at each other now. “Feelings. Knowing. Knowing and feelings. It took us time to know each other enough to feel each other enough. Feel each other enough to make it work.”

After some moments, the other woman said “That’s probably right.” And a few moments more “Yes, that feels so to me too.” A few more moments,,, then “Newby, what made it work for you? Or, maybe better,,, for you, why did it work now for us?” Forward arms man said “Well, I’m sure, I’m sure that’s right. Yeah, the feelings. We have known each other for a while, a little while, since you” he nodded to Yolanda “came to my house and told us about the ley lines under the rug, under the house. Then we all got interested in this place and have been together for doing,,, well, because we wanted, and want, to do this project. And yeah, then we went through the motions, the movements that we learned of, did those together all those times now, here, twelve times, doing those together. That must have, yeah, couldn’t have helped but make us feel closer together, like doing it as one system, or one being, doing all those motions together.
And so this time, we really got it,,, got those feelings, got them going together, felt them all weaving in together.”

“Right” said arm wave woman. “I’m sure that’s right. Doing those motions so many times together really made them work. All energetically in sync, in the same frequency or something like that. Did either of you ever think how those motions are like the chakras, or not ‘like’ the chakras but seem to be coming from, no,,, more like giving attention to, the chakra areas?” The others were looking at her, slight raising of eyebrows, a bit of head motion to one side. Then noticeably wanting her to explain. “It seems to me that you, Yolanda, being down close to the Earth in that squat position is like giving attention to the three lower chakras, connecting them with the Earth, with all those forces and purposes that those three centers are about and their grounding senses and energies. Then Newby, that part that you did, moving energy forward, outward, out and up, with the lowering at your knees and raising up and directing out,,, that seems to me to have to do with what the heart and throat centers are about. The upper heart center too, now that we know about that one. So three chakras there too. Then what I was doing with arms going up and over and around was connected with the third eye and crown chakras, you know, all around us and above us, going out and coming in. And since there seem to be groups of three chakras, you guys each had three, then the chakras that are above our bodies too, above our physical bodies and into those other dimensions. That gives me three too”, she pointed as she spoke, “Third eye, crown, and all those above.”

Silence,,, until Yolanda said, in her slow and melodic way of talking, of actually saying each word, as if she were honoring each word for helping her, “I’m not so familiar with chakras but I do know about energies. I feel energies. You know, like what’s called energy fields. I usually see them too. And if I think about it, I think you might be right Freya. I was down near the Earth with some of my centers. And I was also knowing about what you were doing, both of you two, seeing what was all around you and around me. All those other times that we did these motions, there was something going on around us, but this last time, it was much brighter and clearer than any time before. And I could see them kind of sparking in with each other. I think we must have found the right rhythms with each other.” She paused a little, looked at each of the other two, then, “Maybe weren’t self-conscious any longer and that freed us. Doing it twelve times before. We were beyond being self-conscious.” Slow nodding smiles from the other two.

They each moved a little then, where they sat, relaxing more into their bodies again, feeling the sun. Each was looking away from their group, finding the world again, reforming their new worlds. After some time, Freya said “You’re right Yolanda. It will be some time before we have really taken all of that into us, each of us. I know it will for me.” She looked into the eyes of each of her companions. “Shall we go back to camp for a few days, stay there a few days and see how we feel each morning? If we want to go in again? Or should we go back home and wait longer?”

Yolanda and Newby looked at each other and Yolanda raised her chin toward Newby, pushing her lips slightly forward. He nodded his thanks to her, then said “I’d like to stay in the camp for a few days. Maybe two. Maybe three. Just see how we feel, yeah, like you say, each morning see how we feel about going in again. Maybe we’ll know after a couple of days that we need to go home and give it all more time. But if we all feel like going in again after a day or two, it would be good to still be here nearby.”

“Okay, and that’s what I would like to do too,” Yolanda did not hesitate. Slow, distinct speaking, “Same reasons. Our camp is a good one and we can be here in the nearness of this place and its spirit in the day and in the night and then we will know more about us, and even if the place wants us to be here longer.” She waited for Freya to speak, but then said “One of my ancestors said it is always good to wait three days for a big decision. But maybe we will know before three days. We made our decision to be here and we came here and I feel that it’s important to stay a while longer.”

“I like that too,” Freya said, bright as the sun. “Yes. Good. That’s what I want too.” She looked at Yolanda, then at Newby, and back to Yolanda. “We can say that we’ll stay for at least three days. But yeah, we might know before then that we want to go in again,,, or that we want to go home and have more time. And yes,” she looked toward the forest and the stones and the ground and the sky. “I want to feel for this place, feel for the spirit here. Feel for a sure acceptance of us. That’s ,,, important.” She saw the others nodding agreeing.

“Yeah,” Newby joined in, speaking slowly. “It feels good that we’ve been able to be here and do what we’ve done so far. And it’ll be good to pay attention to this place,,,” he stood his body up stretched his arms out to the sides palms up, “,, feel for any signs,,, that it could give us,,, that we’re still welcome. That the place is okay with us being here,,, with us doing what we want to do here.” He looked at the others, “I’m feeling good.”

They looked at each other, sensed that the sun on them now was especially good and that each of them would like more of it.

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New, after the clearing,,,,

Posted on March 12, 2026 by wkhardy

I’ve been enjoying the several analogies, metaphors, similes, that have formed recently around a potted plant in my window. I didn’t think to take a photo of the way it was earlier, which could have been the “before” photo of a before-and-after view. What’s included here is the “after” photo. Or rather, the “present” photo.

Some time ago, the plant was mostly drooping and brown. Edges of leaves were curled inward. There wasn’t joy anywhere in that plant. It had been in the same pot and in the same soil for,,, well,,, I don’t really know how long. So…. Gently, I loosened the old soil, and removed the plant and the soil from the pot. The pot was cleared and rinsed. The plant’s roots were cleared of most of the old soil.

New soil was then put into the pot, along with the plant’s roots, with care for all that should be considered for such an event to be successful for all involved. And gradually, with some time, the plant has become full of life again, could even be said to be thriving.

So,,,, the analogies, metaphors, similes….
I’ve often thought that we could see a plant in a pot of dirt as something like our own selves, with the soil that’s in the pot being likened to our past, and ourselves being likened to us growing out of our past, growing up and out of all of what has gone before this moment.
The past is our nutrients. Spiritual nutrients. Emotional development and healing. Being cleared of the gunk that’s in that dirt by developing good emotional relationships with the gunk. That’s emotional development. Spiritually creating ourselves into our real and genuine selves through developing clear and good relationships with the dirt and the gunk and the nutrients that are our past. Forgiving all of the gunk and our own emotional reactions to it. Being okay with seeing it all as being a witness of it having happened. Even feeling strengthened by seeing it all, ALL, in that way – as witnessing it. Glad it happened to me, because I’m who I am now because I was made strong from all of that stuff. Strong and free and clear. From and through and by all of those processes. Like the plant growing from the nutrients in the soil.

So a little bit different there, because the plant got to change to all new soil. Didn’t have to have the same past still there around its roots. Didn’t have to try to forgive that past soil, just got to change it. Clear it out. Okay. So we still have our past there, with our roots still in it. But we’ve cleared our emotional connections and attachments and habits and beliefs from all of the effects of that past. All of them that we came to understand as being detrimental to us anyway. We found that we don\t have to be emotionally stuck in time. Keep the good stuff, the stuff that has made us feel good and glad and has helped us to like ourselves. And now we just get to thrive with our new attitudes and our new acceptances of the dirt that’s in our pot. Because we have grown from it and its nutrients.

Most effective of all is that we get to stop focusing on that part of us. We can stop focusing down there in the pot and we can focus on our growing self that’s up here above that pot and is growing even wider and higher and developing more colors and broader leaves and reaching and exploring all around us. Up here where we are getting bombarded with light. Maybe we even put out a bloom or two, or a lot of them. Focus up here, and in the joy and expansion of what we are up here, and we get to thank that soil that’s down there that’s been our workshop for becoming this beautiful expansive thriving version of ourselves.

And recently, the analogy, metaphor, simile wave has even gone on to include, for me anyway, the what,,, what shall it be called?,,, the “state of the world” as it is now,,, now in the early part of 2026.

It’s easy to say that the world is in chaos now. That’s the word that I hear and read most often when people or groups want to talk about “the state of the world” as it is now. “Chaos”. There could be a lot of written attempts here on this page, trying to describe all that that word “Chaos” could include and imply. The state of human societies, and the state of the environment. What’s really going on with any of it? We see what the news reports say, but we also wonder how much of that can we believe and how much of it is going to be reported differently in a couple of hours. And again, differently in a couple of days.
And everyone who is reading this now is certainly seeing reels in their minds of how they could respond to what they’re reading here, of how they would express their points of view or even their experiences, all of it being a bit different or a lot different from what I’m writing. Whatever I might write.

What I’m writing here now is that all of that chaos — every conscious or unconscious destructive, cruel, agonizing, suffering, starved, impoverished, diseased, polluted; and sometimes gloriously beautiful and magnificent and compassionate and joyously wondrous and wondrously joyful bit of it — can be seen as being that soil in the pot. All of that stuff that’s been before is now in the pot. Everything that can be seen as “going on”, that’s contributing to the “chaos”, is now in the pot. In each moment, it’s possible to look at what has happened in the last moment as being now in the pot. It’s all stuff that we can see and look at and focus on and think about and focus on and feel things about and talk about and read about and say whatever we want to say about it.
What do we feel about it? That word “feel” back there in that previous sentence…. That’s what matters. Ask the quantum physicists. That’s what matters the most. What do we choose to focus on, and HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT IT? What nutrients do we give our lives, our experiences of our world, through what we choose to focus on and how we feel about it? Quantum physics says that’s what creates what’s in the next moment. A focus back on the pot creates the next moment still in the pot.

So if we have a few billlion people living on this planet and they’re mostly focusing on the gunk that’s in the pot, focusing on the “chaos”, then that just keeps creating more gunk and chaos. And there really are groups who intentionally design more gunk for us to focus on, if we choose to focus on the gunk. And there are groups who are working at helping us all to see all of that gunk and to get it cleared out of the soil and out of our source of nutrients and out of our focus. Some of it is horrible to see, but how else would we have seen it, except for it being exposed by some extreme event or action. We see all that’s bad and even horrible that’s in the old pot and that it’s time for a very new kind of soil and nutrients.

And there really are groups who are presenting many kinds of happier nutrients for us to focus on, if we choose to focus on what we would like to have that’s different from the gunk.

Focus on what we would like to have that’s different from the gunk. Focus on what gives us feelings,,, here’s that word “feel” again,,, like joy, appreciation, enthusiasm, comaraderie, cooperation. Love. Focus on good food and good health, fairness and fine initiatives, the people and the programs and the companies that really do beneficial stuff for human beings and for animals and for plants and for water and for air and for the Earth, and appreciate them and support them. Focus on them and they will grow. As therapist Jacob Moreno said, “That to which attention is paid grows and flourishes.” And let the gunk in the old pot of the old ways of gunk just fade away. It really will fade away. Have you ever stopped focusing on a plant in a pot in your home,,, stopped watering it, stopped noticing it? Next time you focused on it, it had faded away.

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Allure

Posted on December 5, 2025 by wkhardy

The several tempting trails to follow
Have each one lost its allure.

I float inside, just above the heart,
And remain there.
In here, no trails are needed.
I myself am the trail,
As Ascended Master Whitman might say.

Can there be a more expansive capacity?
In here, any composition is possible.
Allure germinates here, in love, in enthusiasm,
Flows into the field all around me and through me,
And so, to all that I meet.
Human, plant, animal, The Earth in all of her expressions.
All is exactly in its perfection, on its own perfect trail or no trail.
Being its own perfection with no need of doing.

And all trails are interwoven and revere all trails
And revere The Weave.
The expanding enthusiastic love of The Weave is the Allure.
It is the primal Allure.
It is the quantum Allure.
It is the Creation’s Allure.
The expanding enthusiastic love of The Weave is
The Creation’s Allure.

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PLUME, and more,,,

Posted on November 6, 2025 by wkhardy

It appeared to be a wisp of smoke, a wispy plume of smoke, but I knew that it was, I knew, that it was something else, something,,, more. It moved like smoke, formed itself as smoke would do; but the light that flickered around it in small quiet flutters, pale greens, pale pinks, pale yellows, white, was announcing something. I chose to watch it longer. Let it be and do. And perhaps, perhaps it watched me too.

The room and the hallway were dark except for the light fluttering in colors with the smoke. That light gave outline to the ancient chair that the smoke was floating above in a single plume that hovered above the seat just in front of the chair’s top carving. Gave faint occasionally clear outline to the curved table edge near the chair. To two more chairs, equally as carved. To bookcase walls. Gave surface to the doorway with the open door behind me and to the wall across the hall.

The plume did not grow larger, as smoke would do if it were coming from a new fire. Didn’t diminish either. It hovered. A little higher, then lower again, then slightly to a side. Up again. And to the other side. Apparently without pattern or plan.

Why was I seeing it? Why was I here? Had I walked the dark hallway to open the door to this room? In an unfamiliar house? In the dark? To open the door to see,,, so that I could see,,, or would see? So that I would see,,, this plume of wavering formless silvery substance and its faintly-colored light, floating there, here, above this chair in this room, exactly now?

I was not suspicious of this vision and felt no fear. It seemed to have brought me here. I moved my right foot toward it, the open door behind me and to my left. Reminded by my own thoughts that my earliest, first, impression had been of some sort of announcement, an intention to announce.

Quick thoughts, the analysis reflex. Clearly not smoke, no fire. Not steam either, nothing more rising from it,,, or up to it. All of my, the extent of my empirical guesses. It, this plume, was just it,,, it is that that it is. Science unknown to me…? Dry ice make such a,,, been on stage with such,,, yeah, even the colors. Wouldn’t stay in one form like this does. Not in one place either. A hologram? Hologram…. Usually rays of light toward a hologram, I think. Never seen one live, only in movies. Sometimes, this entire, our entire, everything in the physical world around us is said to be a hologram. Projected by our thoughts. Our collective thoughts, projected,,, by us. Projected into forms agreed, collectively agreed upon, forms, and characteristics agreed upon for each and every form. Yeah,,, so maybe, mmmm. This form, projected here, manifested, or manifesting, here, now, projected from, where projected from, where, or from who, whom, from whom?

From…? And here, just now, seems, seemingly, just for me? Really? Yeah, yes, yeah seems so, seems like it’s just for me. Same projecting source projecting the thought, the motivation to me to come up from my bed and walk the dark hallway in the dark and open the door to here? To, into, here,,, this old reading room, study, whatever they likely called it? Same projecting source? Who? Whom,,,? Where? Where was that from? Where was,,, is,,, that source?

No experience here, known here. Not known here. From,,, another dimension? Is that?,,, came, is it from, another dimension? Hard to come into this dimension, yeah, heard that, read that,,, from other dimensions. Hard to come into this dense dimension, third density, fourth density, third dimension, fourth,,, from higher,,, like fifth,,, eighth. Those aren’t dense, aren’t dense frequencies, aren’t,,, waves packed close together to make forms…? Yeah,,, so,,, maybe something like smoke or vapor is easiest way to come into this dimension, these third-fourth dimensions density, heavy. Thick. Frequencies. Dense frequencies. Vapor eases in among all of that. Smoke. Wisps. I’ve read about that. Science fiction,,, fiction that so often is exactly the truth. Dimensions are just frequencies,,, seventh dimension, ninth dimension, just means faster frequencies, farther apart, more space between the oscillations. Maybe.

All my weight on the right foot now, forward foot. Closer to the chair, and closer to the plume. Mov,,,ing left foot closer to the right foot, keep turned ready to the doorway. Weight onto the left foot, right a little closer to the chair, the plume, nearer. Seems,,, to like it. Plume seems to like it,,, floated up a little? A little brighter maybe? Why does it like that? Why am I here? A,,, house like this,,, a mystery-movie house, haunted-house movie house. An Edgar Allan Poe house. Shirley Jackson house. Thought it’d be fun, find a bed-and-breakfast in such a house. Has been, has been fun. Amazing woodwork in the house. Solid woods, hand-tooled carpentry. The house, and the furniture. And wrought iron,,, candelabras, hinges, locks, handles. Wavy glass in the windows. Some stained glass too. No idea the origins of the rugs. Heavy, thick. Draperies on the windows too. Heavy. Dark. Dark green. Dark red, maroon. Saw some heavy gold too, maybe some real gold in the weave. Has been done.

Yeah okay, that why. That Why. But why here, and here, now,,, brought to this room somehow, in the dark? in the night, to see this vision, or this visitor,,, and its,,, no,,, no don’t,,, and its vicissitudes. Hah. Mmmhmm. Really,,,. Vision? Visitor? What?

Can’t think this, can’t think the answer. No experience here of such. Must have to feel,,, the answer. Feel Open the heart. Feel the answer. The heart knows,,,. The heart’s enormous field. Hearts always-interacting 3-meter, 5-meter field, of electro-magnetic,,, “Thoughts are electric, feelings are magnetic.” Joe Dispenza. And vice-versa I suppose. Electrical thoughts to or from and magnetic feelings to or from. And the heart,,, has its own brain, forty-thousand neurons, its own version of brain actions,,, thoughts, electro-magnetic signal processor, information processor, transmitting,,, receiving,,, processing,,, in the heart. Open to that. Now. Feel that field. Around me and all through this event, this room. What feeling? What? Feel.

What’s the plume then, yeah, so what’s this vision visitor putting into my field? What’s my heart’s field feeling from that? Knowing from that? Feel,,, open,,, feel,,,. Breathe. Slow breathing, slow the breath. Don’t, no, no thoughts, no not thoughts,,, feel,,, breathe feel, breathe through the heart,,, in through,,, heart,,, out, heart, breeeeeeethe,,, feeeeeeeel.

More,,, light? See,,, bigger light, more,,, intense,,, brighter,,, denser,,, more dense,,, yes,,, denser light,,, more comfortable in third/fourth dimension,,, more of it coming in,,, light. Colors denser too. More intense,,, colors. Coming more into form in this frequency. As I feel more, choose to, intend to, feel more, heart feel,,,. So,,, more dense, intense. Feel,,, what’s the heart saying? Feels bigger,,, bigger in me, more intense focus in me, focused, and bigger, larger,,,. Expanded. Expand,,, ing. Intense, more intense, need to expand, need to me expand, something of me,,, expand to hold it, the new intensity. Aaaand now,,, no longer,,, now, no longer dense, or denser, no not dense at all, the intensity in a different place from density,,, it’s faster, it’s faster, see like frequency waves, in and around and through, fast close waves, in and around and through more of them, and also slower, slow waves, the base, the ground, the forever,,, slow,,, forever,,, the background,,, and the foundation, the base, the beginning and the always,,, can feel it, as hearing it, feel hear hear feel, slow deep with fast faster higher, feeling like,,, hearing,,, but it’s not hearing, not in the ears or through the ears, hearing in the chest, heart, heart, heart feeling hearing heart hearing, hearing in me whole expanding,,, me,,, me,,, bigger that,,, bigger,,, the me that’s bigger that’s so big, that’s,,, frequencies, the field of feeling and frequencies,,, enormous, no end, goes wherever I, my me, my I, thinks imagines knows intends will,,, BREATHE IN,,, hahhh, expanded and filled,,, chest, head, abdomen, legs feet hands head abdomen legs feet hands arms shoulders chest;,,, colors, colors, silver pink, silver green, silver yellow, silver white, coming into,,, my breath. Up and around me now, feel it, feel them, around me, through me, like it, it’s familiar, it’s through me, all me, heart likes it, it’s familiar, familiar, has never really been unfamiliar, never been unknown to me, in me only,,, been,,, disabled, clotted, stuffed away, in too heavy, too dense thoughts and patterns and programs from outside of me. That I accepted, bought into. Too heavy dense feelings,,, focused in their own,,,heavy,,, heavy density.

The breath expanded, expands the focus, lets the focus expand, all expand, lets all expand, be bigger. Who…? Who was it,,, said,,,? Whitm,,,? Yes,,, it’s,,, Walt Whitman,,, Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road,,, “I inhale great draughts of space…. I am larger, better than I thought. I did not know I held so much goodness.”

But I did. I did know. I see it, feel it,,, heartfeel it. Heart shows it. And everyone knows it, inside,,, really, yeah,,, we all really do know. Walt saw when he expanded, was expanded, by the open road. When he chose to leave the familiar,,,. Expanded by the big perspective that his sojourn gave him. Yes…. Yes,,, everyone knows really,,, in the deep inner knowing of us that knows that we know. Sometimes takes desperate emotions to finally push the trappings and distractions and even,,, most goals aside,,, so that the knowing is the most prominent awareness. Yeah, that Song of the Open Road,,,. Leave the old perspectives and walk with a new perspective — the belief in your own knowing. “Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself am good fortune.” Thank you, Walt Whitman.

So. Now. What now?Move,,,? Do I move? Will the plume move with me? What happens if…? What,,, should, or what do,,, I do? What do I want to do? I want,,, to be that knowing, that “good fortune” knowing. To have,,, it,,, know,,, that this experience is now me, is always with me, is,,, always available to me. Of course, in memory,,, but alive,,, living. I want it to live, me to live in it, me to live IT. BE IT! Just BE IT! Not live with it or to know it’s there but to live expanding, live the expanding life, the expansive life, every moment, have this plume around me all the time, every moment,,, or that it’s in me, that it IS me, that I AM IT. No separation, no distance, it and me are the same thing. That’s what I want. Yeah, that’s, what I want.

How, do,,, how do I do… that? Do that? Do,,, what?,,. Do,,, no,,, no,,, heart,,, feel,,, feel it, BE it,,, feel it because I AM it. AM! Be,,, the doing will come as automatic. Be it, and it will be, is, already is, everything I do will do…. Be,,, Wha,,, I created it,,,?? Feelhearing that now? I created it? I,,, I’m breathe,,, breathe it,,, created it,,, so of course am it,,, what,,, in,,, breathe, I’m breathing it in,,, it’s breathing me in, breathing in, breathing in frequencies,,,. Is that possible? Really happening? Really happening. I,,, in me,,, I created it, and this whole,,, came into here from some other,,, outer dimension or frequency,,, into this here,,, into this scene,,, yeah,,, like a scene of some play,,, my play,,, I directed,,, I somehow wrote this in me somewhere,,, then directed it,,, to be this,,, in the dark,,, in this house,,, chose,,,. Wait.

Stop. Focus. What’s happening. No thought, no thinking, breathe, feel, heart,,, this is, yes, I know, this is how it feels, how electro-magnetic feels. I’m electro-magnetic feelings, information, yes, yes, that’s what this is. The field of feelings,,, the field of feelings,,, is the most powerful tool available to human beings. Yeah,,,. And,,, I’m more that than anything else. Everyone is. Yes. Everyone is. %(began copying again,,,)%

See,,, more light,,, and colors now. Feel them. Yes, I do,,, I do,,,. I feel them. I’m feeling them, the colors. Everything. Everywhere,,, in this room, in,,, this room was mostly dark, few minutes ago,,,. Plume has melted, melded, me,,, me into the plume, plume into me,,, fused together,,, feel it, I feel it, tingle,,, like,,,no,,, more,,, more like adrenaline,,, all through,,, adrenaline,,, intense like adrenaline,,, but even,,, more,,, feeling like,,, like,,, orgasm,,, orgasm,,, but,,, yeah,,, right before orgasm,,, that concentrated,,, alive,,, intense,,, yes,,, that, right-before-orgasm focused intense awareness alive in every,,, must be in every nerve,,, and,,, in those nerve centers,,, those chakras,,, in every all parts of the spine and the focused,,, life centers. And,,, they’re expanding. Almost getting,,, more than human. But it is,,, human,,, what humans always,,, have always been capable of. And I….

Can I,,, can this body,,, live with that,,, with this,,, live,,, intensity? This energy level. That process of energy level, level of processing energy,,, live at that,,, level? Mmmm…. Yes, even,,, even as I wonder that and the wondering is asking the body and the body is responding, it’s responding, a feeling like,,, like a cany,,, yes,,, like looking along a canyon. Deep. Stretching ahead and upward. Canyon walls,,, and,,, a mountain too. A canyon,,, stretching up,,, and a mountain, at the same time,,,. Moving up toward the mountain,,, and,,, nooowww,,, flying?? Feeling flying?,,, Yes!,And feeling that lift, and, that weightless lift, and flying. And flying! High,,, as high as I feel the feeling going, or,,, yes,,, as I want it to go. Along the canyon,,, along and through upward along the canyon,,, and up and up, above,,, above the canyon,,, and above,,, the mountain. And,,,. Above,,, all mountains. All mountains! All landscapes,,, All,,,. The planet’s curve,,,. Above all the planet. Above all, into the,,, yes,,, Above all planets!…. Expand! Expand expand expand Expand Expand,,, It IS!! It all just,,, IS!

It’s all,,, all and all,,, whoa,,, smile. A wide, easy, smile. Smiling! And laughing. HAH! Laughing. Comes laughing! Laugh, laugh, laughing,,, this body is so full, has been filled by its own,,, recognition of its own expanding,,, expansion,,, expansion into a feeling, and awareness of a feeling, the feeling like,,, yes,,, like home,,, like returning home, home, or to a home,,, that,,, had never really been left. Finding the home inside, instead of outside. It’s been inside, only been hidden, like what,,, like those feelings earlier,,, that knowing that has always been in there. The home that has always been in there. But hidden,,, even unreachable,,, at least not by any of the means that were, that have been, apparently available for reaching it, or even for knowing that it was there, that it even existed.

Laughter!!! Laughing! Laugh in that feeling. The relief. The relief,,, coming home into,,, the joy of returning home and feeling the home filling every space, every inner sense, every inner moment quiet, smiling glad relief ease easy breath and smile. Another breath, fuller, deeper knowing, another smile and calm laugh. Now. The Knowing. In the Inner Smile. That this experience is within, that it has had its play within the,,, illusory darkness of the old inner storehouse of hanging and shelved experiences.

And seeing the props…. The hallway. The door. The chairs,,, the props,,, the table, the bookshelves. Even the dark. And there among all of it,,, the plume,,, of,,, my own knowing.

What now? Or,,, I asked that. What now? I remember. I asked that,,, when I was there,,, melding in the plume. In the plume room. In the plume room house. And now here in this kitchen. I am aware. I am aware. That NOW is the What now. And the What is that I am here in this kitchen now, in this pressed white cotton long-sleeved collar shirt, in this scene, in this next scene, and I’m bending to sit, a chair seat under me, a coffee cup with coffee in it in my right hand, I just filled it from the press on the counter, a plate there by where the sitting is happening, white plate with some colored florals around the edges, scrambled eggs, toast. Glass of orange juice above the left side of the plate. The grass and bushes, there through the windows that are all beside each other, all windows, these walls. And sunlight in the green and the edge of forest trees there farther across more grass and I smile big as I see it all because I know that is exactly the What because it is the NOW and that I am always in the what of the now no matter, regardless, wherever,,, and that it’s perfect. And whoever is with me is perfect and whatever is happening is perfect.

But,,, I know too,,, that it can’t all continue like this. But,,,

But,,, I know it can all continue like this. It can.

I know it can. I know,,, it does.

It’s my choice. It does if I choose.

My choice now.

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Song of the Open Road – read it, for your own good.

Posted on October 27, 2025 by wkhardy

An inspired and inspiring flow of insights and views into the true processes of finding one’s own truth.

First published in 1856. Some excerpts:
From this hour, I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute.
I inhale great draughts of space. I am larger, better than I thought. I did not know I held so much goodness. All seems beautiful to me.
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me. Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.

Find the poem on the internet….it’s there in several forms.
It’s about the special inner gladness and expansion that each of us knows and has known we want and are capable of having and being.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48859/song-of-the-open-road

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Feel The Earth

Posted on November 13, 2024 by wkhardy

A song, soon to be recorded and available on most music streaming sites.

Feel The Earth

I’ve never felt the Earth as I do now,
She slows my every breath, and says Hello,
Do you wonder what’s coming for you next, she asks,
I feel myself laugh, and I don’t care.

She slows my every breath, it’s her heartbeat,
Breathe, she says, it’s all you need to know.
Are you laughing again? I say yes, it’s all so beautiful,
I feel her smile, and she says she has to go.

(Musical interlude )

I listen, I look, she’s everywhere again,
She hasn’t gone, she’s become my heartbeat.
I wonder, How many times have I been born here?
It doesn’t matter, she’s breathing in me now.
She’s in every living Universe, and she says so are you.

No, I’ve never known the Earth as I do now,
But I can feel it, she’s always known me,
Yes, I know that she’s always known me,
It’s easy to feel that she’s always felt me,
Easy to feel, that she’s always known me.

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Sirius, Gardens of Source

Posted on August 8, 2024 by wkhardy

Sirius, Lions Gate, 2024 ~888~

Pohtwendle, katsti fnarnen parnten.

Sirius, Gardens of Source — a channeling,,,,

A blue flows round.

We know you. You know us, and you know that with most of your being.

We bring a sort of food to you now, as we have done for eons.

It is a sort of fresh food, even though it is eternal, from an eternal garden that has always existed in the Fields of Source.

You don’t have to chew this food or swallow it; it will simply fill your cells with its energy. You are also very familiar with this process, in your heart, and in your cells.

This food that comes to you now is of an extremely potent type, extraordinarily rich in nutrients that are composed of light particles and plasma that your cells and your heart know very well how to metabolize. Breathing deeply and slowly will enhance the metabolizing.

As with any food, and with any energy, it is yours to use as you would use it, for your own purposes. And of course, you are completely free to choose those purposes. This message is more about your sovereignty — your Sovereignty in Source — than it is about food.

Do not doubt, not even for one breath’s intake, that you are ready for your receiving and your ingesting of this food. It is affecting your cells; but will not limit its effects to your physical being but will affect every aspect of your being in all aspects of all of your existences. You are fully prepared for this reception and for these effects precisely now and in all of your existences, for you have been you for much longer than you can know by thinking about it. You are ready, precisely now, because of all that you are, precisely you, precisely now.

These days now are full of this food and you don’t even have to harvest it. The supply of it is abundant, it is infinite. Be with your heart as it feels the flood of this food. In every breath. And these days of this Lion’s Gate Portal are only the beginning of this flood. You are becoming all of you with food from the Eternal Gardens of Source.

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EVE-RY-THING

Posted on June 3, 2024 by wkhardy

Everything that has gone before.

EVE-RY-THING,,, THAT HAS GONE BEFORE.

Every religion, every kingdom, every empire, civilization, epoch, every instruction, art-form, medical system, education program, political notion.

Every form of illness or disease, every war, every crime, every consequence of any of those.

Everything that has gone before,,, HAS GONE.

Today, right now, in this very moment, it is possible to set a new start point. For our individual journey and for the journey of all of humanity and for the Earth and everything on her and in her. For her solar system and however much farther we would like to imagine going.

Feel for it. Feel inside that all is,,, that means ALL,,, ALL,,, is starting all over. It is possible to do.

( recommended … Tracy Chapman, New Beginnings )

Create the freedom, be the freedom, inside, and it will be outside too. It really will happen.

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Books

Posted on October 5, 2023 by wkhardy

I want to make note to readers here, that there are two books that I have authored available now on Amazon.com.

The Rug: Step Into The Magic, William Keith Hardy

The Awakening Unbreakable Heart: A Collection of Inspirational Bursts, William Keith Hardy

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Light From Sirius

Posted on July 6, 2023 by wkhardy

As apples turn to red, so can the human experience be finally matured .

A calibration can occur that results in the higher conscious awareness making changes to the form that make the form ever-resilient, able to recover from all past traumas and restrictions and suffering and limitations. The calibration is and all calibrations are adjusted within the electrical systems in the body, throughout the body. And as these bodies are being rebuilt into having crystalline networks within all of their systems, the signals of the new calibrations travel instantaneously, in fact, do not even travel at all. They are in the state of quantum entanglement, they simply are in place as soon as they are sparked, charged, are simultaneously connected to the new source ”f ” (frequency?) in the higher version.

What happens now is that all of the usual physical senses are enhanced, more vivid, more expansive in their receptivity and in their projection capabilities. The entire body and all of its systems are now in many ways more alive than they have ever been before.

The energy consciousness that is occupying the body now feels vastly more effective both in its functions and in its reach and understanding of what it has reached, what it is experiencing within itself and outside of itself. The connections, the Oneness of all that is now, has become once again, simply a given feature of the existence.

Breathing, the breaths, become more rhythmic, deep, rhythmic, and more effective in the intake of information and vibrational energies. Yes, the breath is an intake avenue for energies. And now, the body is moreso than it has ever been, equipped to receive and to process those energies. The breathing exhalations are both release and dissemination, have those as their purposes.

And the dissemination and intake are interwoven in the circuitry of the electromagnetic fields projected by the individuated expression of Source that is using this particular body. And it all results in further expansion. The surrounding em fields are never limited, are capable of epansion, expansion both in range and in intensity.

Lightworkers who would have such calibrations take place in their bodies should ask their bodies if the time is right, if the body genuinely feels prepared for such energies. If the response is toward receiving the new calibrations then asking for them to occur is a necessary first step. and then begin fostering the feeling that every new effect that has been described above is taking place, is becoming a feature of every experience in every moment of every day and every night.

It is important and helpful to express gratitude for each new level of help that we all are receiving. Gratitude that such help is readily given, and that we can feel that all that we ask for is readily available and already exists, so that we need only feel and believe that we have received it for that to be so.

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