Knowing: Nine

Nine

I wondered why it was so dark when I awakened.  The L.L.Bean Moonbeam clock revealed two seconds to one o'clock in the morning.  But I was totally refreshed. Two hours of sleep?  Wait.  Something was different.  I was different.  My awakening body felt different. I wondered if I had been abducted. I felt lighter.   There were no marks anywhere on my body for my eyes scoured myself deftly.

What happened when I was sleeping?  With only two hours of sleep, I had the energy of a teenager.

And there was more.  Thoughts and information didn’t come from my brain anymore.  They came from my body-mind, working in concert together.  Maybe it was what the Yogis strived for.  The Quetzalcoatl.  Everything was as thought it was for the first time.  

There were lots of knowings.  A puzzle piece here, a puzzle piece there.  Each morning revealed something new but none of it made sense.  Not at first.  

More than patient with all of this, I let things be as they are.  Not so easy when you have had a lifetime of Type A behavior.  Maybe this was the latent Type B aspect surfacing more?  The Type B always came out in my artwork, my creative side.  The side that paints watercolors, becomes enmeshed in music, lives to go to the symphony at age thirteen, wants…needs to create.  It wasn’t in my head anymore.  More sentient than I have known, there were so many unanswered questions. Almost like the space before the epiphany – it all comes together for you.

I thought about my aging Mother. Alone by choice in a Florida retirement community.  She was fading fast.  Living in a senior community isolating herself from family and friends did that. I wondered how other galaxies handled their older folks.  I sure didn’t like how ours did.

As the daughter of a Mother whose background was both in geology and physics, I wished she were near. That “they” could help her. 

But our socialized science wouldn’t prepare my Mother to handle this, though her understanding of possibilities would. Even though I tried to share the experience with her, her mind was gone. I hoped she knew.

After ten consecutive nights, the puzzle pieces became clear.  I was told to spread the word that we need to be sustainable immediately. Both economically and environmentally.   The hourglass was nearly emptied.  Failure to become sustainable would bring catastrophe. 

In a world where much is hidden, what do you do with all of this knowledge?  How would I get the collective heads out of the sand.  

“Just talk I was told.  Some will listen.”

Where does this solitary experience go?

Over that summer, I spoke to a few groups, and the local media picked up the story. People wanted to know, understand. The ones who were prepared to see things as they are.  It felt good to be among other intuitives.  I longed to know another experiencer. I was more than grateful to be the conduit.  

I continued to receive more knowings.  Like things were about to happen.  Like the electrical current going through my legs discharging to wherever my feet were placed.  Never having had this before, my intuition told me to record the precise moment I felt these sensations.  I began looking at the United States Geological Survey (USGS) map checking out the time, finding the place where it had occurred.  I wondered what I had missed in the past, if I had missed something intuitive.  I don't think so.

The week prior to the tsunami in Japan, my joints through my petite body ached.  Hurt.  I was more than miserable.  Two days before the tsunami, the pain abated.  But that morning, much like the morning my mother passed away, I knew something had happened.  Something directed me to look at my Doctors Without Borders map on the wall in the mint green study.  Standing motionless I went to the computer.  I pulled up the USGS map on the internet and there it was!

A tsunami had occurred precisely the moment I was bolted out of the quiet of my sleep. I couldn't turn the television on fast enough.

         The electrical current, or piezo-electric effect continued. It is the same effect animals have when an earthquake is about to erupt.  They get agitated and move to higher ground, to safety.  This is also the case with the animals in the National Zoo in Washington D.C. when the 6.9 ‘earthquake’ was experienced in Virginia.

Friends suggested I talk to a seasoned psychic about it.  I spoke with several of them.  Each one told me I was intensely psychic as though I needed confirmation.  They told me I had powerful healing energy.  That I need to work in this field.  My Reiki Master, some eight years before my UFO encounter told me when I received my certification.  That I didn't need to go beyond the first attunement.

“There is nothing we could offer you that you don't already have.  Very powerful energy.  Are you aware of this?" she said.

Even the other students in the class felt my energy when we traded treatments. I was humbled.  Responsible.

It is like a veil has been lifted.  I see things before they happen.  I saw my Mother's death and heard her say goodbye to me even before the UFO encounter. Recently, I saw my uncle's death, that is was peaceful, that his long time female companion would be at his bedside.