A barometer is “an instrument for determining the pressure of the atmosphere and hence for assisting in forecasting weather and for determining altitude” (Merriam-Webster). You may consider this article a barometer for our Ascension, not our weather.
There are things for which we have no words to describe. Metaphors are “figures of speech in which a word or phrase literally denoting one kind of object or idea is used in place of another to suggest a likeness” (Merriam-Webster) Sky-diving is used here as a metaphor for the process of Ascension we are going through.
In order to sky-dive there must first be desire. In my case, this came about because I was shown a video by a friend of mine who had done so. Once I saw it, desire was there. A few months later, after talking about it to other friends, and generating some excitement, there were four of us who had the desire; a “collective desire” you might say, to sky-dive.
So, we made the appointment.
We had families with young children of various ages, and they, along with our partners, wanted to watch us skydive. They decided to attend as spectators. Some of them wanted to celebrate our success afterwards, so a party was planned.
It was decided that we’d drive there separately. The skydivers in one vehicle, the spectators in several other vehicles.
The day arrived and it was both agonizingly slow and brilliantly fast. The drive (for the sky-divers) was punched full of exuberance and laughter. We could not wait!
We arrived and a bubble began to form around us…it was composed of tension, coupled with expectation and inner resolve. There were planes and skydivers everywhere. A single small office building, a hangar, and a tarmac were surrounded with fields. These lie in wait for descending humans strapped to parachutes and, in some cases, other humans. The four of us would be jumping “tandem”.
I was, initially, aware of my family. Specifically, my eldest, who wanted so much to be in on every part of this experience. He was always a step or two away, taking it all in.
There was a class we had to attend in that small office building. Technical details were given to us there. From this point on, my awareness of my family faded; my focus deepened. This was a personal event, regardless of how many loved ones were nearby. It was both thrilling and completely foreign.
We moved on to the hangar and suited up. I met my tandem instructor there. Surrounding sounds became white noise at some point…It was almost time.
As we walked out to our waiting planes, there were four different responses from the four women. One of us began fervently praying. One of us became chatty and giggled a lot, the other two of us became quieter; each focused in her own way. It was a hazy day, bright yet not quite clear. It was windy. I walked up to the plane and put my foot on the step to climb in.
The first thing I noticed was that there seemed to be no door, it was as if the plane was wide open on one side. We were not going to land in this plane. There was only one way we were getting back to earth, and that was to jump. A sobering thought.
As our altitude rose, there was a new taste in my mouth. It was metal. I recognized the taste of fear. There was no turning back.
We adjusted ourselves in line and when it was my turn, I jumped. The first thing that happened was that we fell through a cloud.
The free-fall is what you do first.
The free-fall lasts only about a minute and a half. There are not adequate words to describe how this felt. It was not long enough, that much is clear. There was a goggle malfunction as my goggles kept sliding off of my eyes, which was a little complicating but nothing, and I mean nothing, could take away the wonder of what that felt like. There is a resounding jolt when the parachute is released and everything slows down.
There was a landing issue as I sort of dropped to my knees, rather than gracefully returned, to solid ground.
I heard my family and friends singing “Happy Birthday” as we walked back to the runway; we, the instructor and I, were laughing about my goggles and the cloud and the amazing “tandem jump” we’d just accomplished. Seemingly against all odds.
As we drove home, my three friends and I, we promised each other we’d do it again.
We had a party that afternoon. The jumpers got steaks. The non-jumpers got “wieners”.
I’ve not jumped again. Two of my children have, when they reached the age of 18. I was able to be there with one of them. It is a vastly different experience when you are watching vs when you are jumping. Both are thrilling for entirely different reasons. One is more visceral than the other. Both though, are exciting and a blast and worth doing.
The point in this sharing is to tell you that I asked the question a few days ago, “where are we in all of this?” I was told that there are no precise time frames for this, and that it was difficult to describe it to someone who has never done it before. Meaning, never freed a planet from its owners and ascended, while being human.
I said, we can feel this acceleration, yet, being human and entrenched in linear time, we’d like some signposts. It feels to be taking so very long… As we talked, it was suggested that I think of something few people have done. I remembered my tandem jump.
It is illustrative for two reasons. It was a collective and personal experience. I didn’t lose either friends or family at any point. Some of us also jumped, others watched. There was a moment when the collective experience became my individual experience alone. There was no way to plan when that moment would happen. I had to completely trust my tandem instructor, let go and enjoy the ride. There was a necessary process and a guaranteed conclusion, even though some things went wrong at different points along the way (i.e., my goggles and crash landing). It required desire initially.
Once the metaphor was firmly established, I asked:
“So where are we in this process of Ascension/freeing the planet?”
“You haven’t made the appointment.”
“You have desire. Yet you have billions of humans who have to agree that it is time to schedule it, before that next step can be taken. So the appointment hasn’t been scheduled yet.” (At this writing there are 7, 777, 406,007 humans globally.)
There was a bit more discussion, yet at the end it was clear that the process could actually be scheduled and then occur within a very short time frame, as in “same day appointments available”.
I did not sense, frankly, that it was believed, from their current point of view, that this would be the case here. I did sense that there would be a precipitating event that would determine the timing and get folks ready to make the appointment. I have no idea what that event is, nor was I told.
This conversation took place with my partner, who is a deep trance channel, and both of our higher selves. It was not recorded, but we talked for several hours. This is a summarized version.
The conclusion will be discussed more in future posts. It seems that the best way to assist in this process is with enthusiasm and excitement, belief and expectation. Once enough of us remember why we are here, we’ll set the date. Then, let’s plan one heck of a party!
We are One. This is our planet. We are freeing her now.
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