Hi everyone!

I am so pleased to announce that my exploration into what sovereignty means to humanity, has now been converted to audio!

There are 20 files in total, ranging in length from 5 to maybe 8 minutes long. The first 8 are in video format, and eventually they all will be.

This material is from 5 years ago and with what is happening on our planet today, well, it is as relevant as can be. These were powerful when first heard, and remain so.

​Please go to this page, and spend a few minutes with these words. They are from One.

I've been told that this is the most important part of the work for me. I agree. I would like for these words to be heard by many, many of us so that internal truths are inspired and lived. This is what we came for.

Share them in whatever way you see fit. 

You are the one you've been waiting for.

With appreciation for all that you are,
​Sophia

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There are other things you may need to hear. Perhaps these are not obvious things, yet they are true things.

You exist beyond your skin. That part of you, the essence that was gently ushered in to this body of yours, encases you completely with love.
Astounded by the grace and fortitude you walk in each day; it blazes forth with pride and oozes compassion.

You are cherished beyond what you know is possible. Feel that. Hold it close.

Dear, dear human, you are doing the best you can, and your best is enough.  In every moment and with every effort, you fulfill your mission here.

What is that mission, you wonder?

It is to explore life itself. It is to respond with passion to every nuance you are presented with, to the best of your ability, with all of your current wisdom and as much consideration as you believe is necessary. It is to live, full out. It is to offer this one precious life of yours, maximum expression and deep curiosity. It is authentic exploration of all that you are.

For you are so much more than you know. And it is your discovery of yourself that supports life itself; bolstering each of us, embracing all of us, expanding the whole of us – Oneness.

So, thank you, radiant one, for joining our journey and for lighting the way. Your efforts have been noticed and you are so very much appreciated for all of them,
​past, present and future.

Without you, there can be no us. And we,
are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

We have anchored the light.
It is done.

Sophia
6.27.2019

Here are words you may not hear today. Perhaps not ever. Yet they are yours. Unwrap the feeling that encases them and feel now the radiance of your soul.
For you are exquisite and no one has told you this.
Hear me now. For all those times of pretend smiles and fearful shattering’s… I’ve seen you. I’ve felt you. I’ve held you.
My wings, unseen, encase your heart.
Dear one, nothing can subtract from your worth. Bruised, beaten, disregarded and dismissed – you shine. There is nothing insignificant about you.
Nothing compares to your light.
You are loved without limit, adored beyond restraint; a cherished bit of radiance all squished into a human. You, yes you, are perfect. Take that in. Now breathe.
It’s going to be all right.
You’ve got this.

Sophia
​5.24.19

*Written 4/27/19.

I died this morning.

It was right before I woke up.

I woke up from the dream then; the dream where I died.

In that moment, the dying moment, not the waking up moment, I knew everything.
I felt myself die. It was as real as real is.
It was visceral.

I actually died this morning.

I knew that I was dying, and, in that eternal moment, I knew that it was not me that was dying at all.

It was the idea of me that died.

The idea of me is what had been alive this whole time. Alive in the dream. The dream where I died.
The idea of me included everyone I know right now, everyone I love right now and everyone who I was, in that dying moment, leaving right now.

Yet, I wasn’t leaving at all. I was right there.
I was watching myself leave, feeling myself die and simultaneously seeing the truth about death. Death ends only an idea.

This idea, that ends with death, is an idea held by me alone. Me. Alone.

This idea of a solitary death was my first revelation.

Not that I was alone when I died, because I wasn’t. I was with everyone that my life is about.
This life, the one I am living right now.

In that eternal death moment, I realized a profound truth.

I saw what it was all about, and there is no easy way to say this.

It was all about me.

I died alone because I lived alone.

Alone is not quite accurate because the word “alone” invokes a comparison to something, as in “not in the company of others”.

I died alone while in the company of others; that would be more precise.

The others didn’t die. My idea of them as my puppet masters did.

Equate a death moment to watching a puppet, a puppet with strings. During all of its life, it imagines those strings. They are operated by the most important people, events, illnesses, circumstances and abilities in that puppet’s “life”.

The puppet dies when the strings are cut.

Now dead, the puppet, who is no longer attached to anyone or anything at all, stands up. It moves freely on its own. It leaves.

Yet it is not dead and not gone. The idea of itself as a puppet (which was how it had lived its entire life) is the only part that “died”.

In death, the puppet sees its strings for what they are. The puppet is not really a puppet at all. It held an idea of itself as a puppet only. In death, it walks away. It leaves that idea behind.

In that moment, the puppet has a revelation. It realizes it was never about anyone or anything else, never about how they moved it or where they pushed it or pulled it or inspired it or devalued it or loved it or hated it or “wronged” it or helped it or stopped it from going. It was always moving on its own.

Always.

All alone.

The puppet only imagined the puppet masters.

In death, the puppet leaves behind the idea of itself as a puppet. The puppet, the one holding this idea of itself as a puppet, is still going strong.

The level of importance that the puppet gave to the puppet masters is irrelevant upon its death.

None of that matters.

It was always the puppet in control.

Always about the puppet.
 
The second revelation was more than likely the reason I woke up.

This was a dream. A dream where I died.

I actually died this morning.

That moment, that dying moment, held everything and everyone and every time and no time at all.

That dying moment held eternity.

Death is not real. I watched my death, felt my death and witnessed all of me continue as it happened.

It was simple, miraculous, astounding, quick and forever.

This all of me that continued, watched an idea disappear; the idea of me.

This idea disappeared in an instant. This is the instant that we call “death”. 

This moment encompassed the whole.
Immediate comprehension of the meaning and purpose of life itself, resulted.

Yet it felt as if I had merely turned a page.

There was no pain, no fear, no pearly gates or white light. It was a moment of recognition, of awareness, of truth.

It was shocking in its simplicity, its purity, its fullness.

It was an eternal nanosecond.

Death holds forever in its grip and is not at all as advertised.

This idea of waking up, which happens after death, is truth.

I died last night and then I woke up. Nothing is the same.

You are, in every sense, me. You are not mirrors, reflecting me, you are me. I only imagine that you show me who I am. In truth, I am showing myself. I am only using you to do it.

When I died last night, I knew deeply and internally that it was actually and only me all along. Then I woke up. I woke up this morning.
From one dream, the one where I died, to this dream, the one where this idea of me (as Sophia) is now telling you about it in this blog post.

I died last night and today I feel absolutely and specifically alive. More so than I ever have.

Do not be afraid of death nor seek it.

You are so much more than you realize.

You are the One. You have anchored the light. It is done.
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With appreciation for all that you are,
Sophia
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It’s an undecided sorting. Remember that scene in the Harry Potter series where desire overrides natural tendencies?

“Not Slytherin”.

The power of choice overtook the imprint of ability. Just because you’ve done something forever and are an adept – doesn’t mean that’s where you want to stay.

“Gryffindor”.

We are consciously choosing and its hard. Let’s be honest. Those of us who have been here awhile are deeply habited. There are people and places that have become our life.

This time now asks you to consciously choose these people and places, in each and every moment. This is creation in real time. It actually works this way always, yet we’ve become numb to it and blind to the possibility to change it at all. Until now.

This new frequency carries the possibility of 24/7 awareness. You are cognizant of each choice and today you’ll witness the consequence inside of that choosing.

It’s been awhile since there’s been a posting. The reason for that is tied up in this sorting. It’s full-on engagement. Nothing is said or done without considering the consequences.

These sayings and doings are mostly far beyond my comfort zone – and I’ve only just begun. There is sadness as some people and things are left behind. Not all of their parts are destructive, yet this is a building phase and all parts need to be beneficial. Fondness and sorrow remain; a sense of loss. There is love in so many places. As I go someplace else, I leave things and people behind.

And what of this new place I am headed? This is not easy. There are no guarantees. My destination is not fully formed.

What is clear, however, is that my life is under construction. It is moving from feeling somewhat burdensome to feeling instead like an opportunity. In the future I see only green lights and boundless expression, which is not what I am used to. Although that sounds a bit undefined, it feels free. We are on our way my friends, together. And we will sort ourselves.

We are the ones.
We have anchored the light.
It is done.
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With appreciation for all that you are,
Sophia
 
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Hi everyone. This blog has been brewing for several weeks. Globally and personally, changes erupt at a furious pace! What follows is what is rising to the surface…

Clarification feels necessary. The blame game and judgment were introduced here as observations. Not as declarations of ideas that are necessary; not touted as “correct” ways to proceed. Consider this game an opportunity to explore judgment. It is part of polarity here; nearly impossible to avoid while human. You will have to decide. About something. Eventually, about everything.

It is perhaps a convenient solution to spout declarations of oneness or “whatever you do to the least of my brothers, you do unto me”. Yet, for all of our conscious awareness, we find ourselves human. We march out of these veils of forgetting now and approach our authentic selves. Whether our current frequency/assumption is 3D or 5D matters not. We will make these decisions in a physical world.

What is meant by that is – we each have a “history”. We come from families and towns and people and relationships, who we may have hurt and/or who may have hurt us. We each live in places right now, where pretty much the same thing goes on.

Humanity is fraught with emotion. It is one of the clearest reasons to incarnate here. A thrilling ride of love and hate, passion and purpose. We fuel our creative sparks with feelings. They are necessary, vital components of creation. Nothing happens without them.

So, the question remains – what will you do?
When the corruption is deep inside your government and the human trafficking discovered as coming from your home town and the pedophilia ring has members from your church or neighborhood and one of their victims is someone you care about. What will you do?
Is being unaware/asleep an excuse? Are those of us who ignored these things as they happened under our noses and our feet, partly responsible for them?

Oneness implies that we are. “Whatever you do to the least of my brothers, you do unto me” says that on some level, we felt the crime/deception/cruelty/corruption. Is this true? Are any of us blameless? Just how far does responsibility reach?

What is blame?  “To find fault with. To hold responsible.”

What is responsibility?  “the state or fact of having a duty to deal with something or of having control over someone” “the state or fact of being accountable” “the opportunity or ability to act independently and make decisions without authorization”

Hmmm…equality/freedom/sovereignty/self-governance makes blame a nonsensical concept; actually, the definition of blame, which must include the word “responsible”, negates its very existence.

Their definitions explain to us that blame is a verb perpetrated by someone who is assuming the authority in which to do so (assign blame). From where does this authority spring?

Responsibility declares itself as a state of being that exists, now pay attention here, without authorization.

What are we saying here? How can one human, in truth, claim the ability/authority to hold another human responsible for anything, if the state of being responsible (i.e. responsibility) exists without authorization?

Who decides these things?

Ultimately, and absolutely, we do. We have done so and we will continue to do so.

Oh, we may try to parcel it out to law enforcement and government, (as we have been doing up until now), yet we cannot any longer escape our own part in the process or for the product that results. We can no longer kid ourselves.

Why would we want to give any of this away in the first place? To be human is the ultimate gift, holding a thrill-a-minute level pinned on maximum.

Whether resting in superior innocence, quaking in guilty boots, or precariously tiptoeing someplace in between, you are hopefully completely engaged in your life right now. You will make a decision and regardless of who blames you for it, or who you blame it on, it will ultimately be your responsibility.

There are no pat answers. The fingers in this “game of blame” point at all of us.

These ideas are brought up here to engage the question, to introduce the thought. We are refreshing our core, returning to our own truth, emerging authentically in brand new ways as human. From here, these questions are looking for answers personally, intimately and constantly.

These are things we’ll all decide consciously. We cannot turn back. Internally, globally, we speak as one and it is our actions that tell the tale; yours and mine and everyone’s. It is our responsibility and not one to be sluffed off. We tried that once, and look where it has led. We’ve learned. Experience is one hell of a good teacher.

We’ve got this. Our new world awaits.

We are the Ones. We’ve anchored the light. It is done.

With deep appreciation for all that you are,
Sophia 
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Each day it seems someone else is “called out publicly”; an old tape/recording found of something said, something done, something or someone harmed, ridiculed, insulted or infringed upon.

What this feels like now is a game. It is one in which none are left playing in the end. The final round is where we find ourselves.

We began in a circle. It was easy then, and clear. The rules were simple.

There were so many of us. Looking around and finding your next move was easy.

Find someone in the circle who has done something that you feel is wrong, distasteful, horrendous, horrific even. Something you’d consider a crime against someone else.

Now point to that person.

Unless that person can prove on every single level that he or she is not complicit in what you are pointing at him or her for, they must sit down.

Once all the obvious perpetrators are seated, there are a few surprises.

This one a priest? Your co-worker? A principal? A journalist? A policeman? A humanitarian?

All seated now.

More surprises, as your neighbors, classmates, friends, family and heroes sit down.

Who’s pointing now? Those sitting still play this game – their guilt does not absolve or hide yours or anyone else’s.

“Complicity” includes looking the other way, pretending not to notice, letting self-absorption or fear or greed or status define your view.

There are levels of guilt.

We are all sitting now.

Some of us are glad to be finally called out so it can be brought to an end. Some of us frustrated and angry at having been pointed at; we don’t want to stop. Many of us confused, having no clear idea of the complicit crime pointed out, or why we are guilty of it.

Those are the ones still pointing. They need the next level:
When the standers are seated, they are replaced with the mirrors.

We are in a circle. We are surrounded in mirrors.
The game continues.

If point you must, go right ahead. What you’ll find, eventually and inevitably, is the crux of your blame.

You point only at you.

Oneness.

You are the one who blames.

You are the one who knows the “crime”.

How will you judge?

You are the ones you’ve been waiting for. You have anchored the light. It is done.
(to be continued)

With appreciation for all that you are,
Sophia

This recording is from 2013, titled “Will you judge me?” Please listen.

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This feels important to say. It’s a continuation of yesterday’s post. There are some things that were left unsaid.

It is upon you now to be fearless. You are human.  You came to ascend while physical. This promises to be intense; a magnificent celebration of the physical. That, my friends, is you. The physical bit of love essence that is human. I am very excited right now to share an epiphany that happened yesterday; I’m hoping it will speak to you as well.

You are not separate from any moment of this process.  All that you see before you, has been placed there. By you. This includes those things that are easy, those things that please you, as well as those things that challenge you.

Some will say that when situations or relationships fall smoothly into place it is a sign that they were meant to be, and that they ought to be pursued. Agreed. For regular days this is how synchronicity works and paths are followed with great ease and brilliant success.

Yet, these are not regular days. These are the ends of days. You are not following a path – YOU ARE FORGING ONE.

Realize that your path is made for only one.  You will not take anyone with you.  Ascension is an inside job and a solitary journey.

It requires fortitude and a willingness to venture where you’ve not gone before. It requires raw honesty and fierce determination. You came to do this.

What you’ll face is fear, and what you’ll find once you’ve confronted your fear, is agape.
You ARE worth it.

These fears you’ll face and have been avoiding look so many different ways. I can’t tell you which one is yours, yet you can. When you think about it and imagine yourself doing it – your gut will clench, you’ll feel heat or cold or some uncomfortable sensation. It won’t feel good. Try imagining…
Asking for something you believe you should have; asking someone who can give it to you
Coming out as LGBTQ to someone who matters to you
Asking him out or Asking her out; that person you’d like to know better than you do
Looking someone that you really care for directly in their eyes and telling them so
Calling your son
Calling your daughter
Speaking the truth
Looking right at yourself as a child/teen/young adult/adult (use pictures/video) and accepting all of what you lived through and all that you did and all that you had and all that you didn’t have and all that you became as a result
Saying you’re sorry to someone, with your mouth, and your eyes and then your whole self
Calling your mother
Calling your father
Looking at the way you left (a person, a home, a situation, a relationship), and accepting it
Calling your brother
Calling your sister
Doing that thing that scares you

If not these, then others. What they will have in common is the sort of fear that resides deep within. It comes from a place you’d rather avoid and most likely have avoided, for a very long time. You don’t have to do these things. You’ve gotten along just fine without doing them, thank you very much.

Yet this moment is not about just “getting along”.  It is about transcendence while physical. It asks you to face your deepest fear.

The things mentioned in yesterday’s post require bravery and a solid foundation to accomplish.

Fear on any level is fear. If you are afraid to face a relationship that went sour – how will you ever face something from another dimension?

You won’t. You’ll take a pass and hope for another shot at it when it’s not so frightening.

Well, I don’t think we get another shot at this, not soon anyway. We have this incredible opportunity right now to fully grasp our multi-dimensional bad-ass selves. We can do so by facing all of what is uncomfortable in our 3D physical life.

This is another way of saying let go of your ego.
It is not that ego doesn’t matter, for it very much does. Your ego is the voice of your addictions. It tells you what you came here to “get” this lifetime.

You will not be taking it with you though. Hence the reason for this very long post and epiphany.

If what is happening is the actualization and realization of Oneness in physical form (AKA Ascension), then it follows that all of your fear and ego must be dealt with while in that form. All of you must participate, nothing left out. All parts of your life matter, nothing left out.

It sounds easier and oh so yummy to say “in the new world it is only love and light and we are all together and reunited with our spiritual family and there is only bliss”.

Sure, it does. Yet what this is about is creating that bliss while you are human.

This, my friends, requires your bad-ass, fearless, self-accepting, unconditionally loving self to accomplish.

You’ve got this. Trust.

You are the one you’ve been waiting for.
You have anchored the light.
It is done.

With appreciation for all that you are,
Sophia
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