ANNA
Today I find it difficult to write, not because I do not want to, but because a wave of stillness has overcome me, and in that stillness, I feel awe, reverence, and humility. Moments like this are not daily occurrences; when I have them, I like to savor them by not engaging the mind. Lately, I have been reflecting on my spiritual journey in this human body, and all that has led me to where I am now.
Last week, I may have jumped the gun without knowing it. It was my intention to write an article that would seamlessly tie to this one, one that would lead right into sharing my recent discussions with Anna about DNA. Ah - but life is not always so linear. It occurred to me that before I begin to share with you (my discussions with Anna), that it is important to give you some context.
That being said, this blog will focus on providing the reader with a framework from which this conversation grew. For more context, you can read Part 1 from last week. Instead of that, today’s blog will not focus on DNA; but rather on all the events leading up to the arrival of Anna in my life.
THE ARRIVAL OF ANNA
(Mother of The Virgin Mary and Grandmother of Yeshua)
I have arrived at a chapter in my life in which Anna (grandmother of Yeshua) has made her presence known to me. In the last blog, I told the story of her arrival in my life and her wish to help me write a book. It is only ourselves,who will truly ever know what we do, or have done, to grow ourselves in a way that allows for the ripening of certain connections, relationships, capacities, skills and abilities in the spiritual arena.
The spiritual pursuit is not for recognition but because our soul and spirit continually beckon us to free ourselves from the shackles of illusion that we might be able to fully express the entirety of our being - and if we are lucky, hopefully, sometime before we discard our physical body.
Though we may use some of the same modalities and we may study some of the same things to deepen our awareness, each individual journey is completely different from one to the next. Suffice it to say; there is no one-size fits all prescription for a spiritual path.
Overarching themes such as archetypes and The Hero’s Journey, for example, may provide common ground (a sort of intersection of the individual and collective journey), although each story is unique, as is mine. I can not say exactly what I did that led Anna to my door (or me to hers).
I feel an immense responsibility to bring this book to light. There is a lot more to it than writing. It means that I have to develop my ability to hear. When Merlin visited me, everything he told me was telepathic, and it was easy to hear him (and see him even). When Anna came to me initially, it was Win, not I, who was aware of her presence. She spoke to me through Win when she announced that I would write a book and she would help me.
I can see she is skillful because the two times she appeared (while I was still in Santa Fe), she did so in the presence of people who were clairaudient and clairvoyant. Had she not done that, I may not have been aware of her presence at all. Once I became aware of who she was, I began to develop my relationship with her. If all of this sounds vague and you would like more description, you will find it in the previous blog.
I do not have much time alone, so I started speaking to Anna while driving. Once a week, I drive twenty minutes to a nearby town to grocery shop for the household. It is during that time that I talk to Anna. The first couple of times, I just spoke to her and did not ask any questions.
After speaking to her on our first ride, I asked her to give me a sign that this was not all my imagination. Though I could feel her presence, I wanted to know that she had heard me. After I asked for a sign, I heard a voice say, “Get closer to the car in front of you.“ I sped up and got close to the car. There on the license plate, I saw “U5 55DM.”
The rest of this article could be on the multilayered meaning of that alone. Suffice it to say the message was rife with meaning for me on many levels. The most obvious message for me was the U ( meaning you - me, the one reading the message) the 5 is the number of the human. Currently, I can not expound on the 55DM as it is pretty out there and very personal, but let’s just say it is of immense importance.
555 is a number associated with christ-consciousness. The number 55 is closely associated with Mother Mary (Anna’s Daughter), which I learned after the fact. Also, you can translate the DM to Divine Mother, which went right over my head because I was relating to the DM in another context. My friend pointed out the obvious to me sometime later.
When I spoke to my mentor, he also mentioned that I was moving from the 5 to the 55, which I found interesting - U5 55 DM. The break in numbers demonstrates the 5 moving to the 55, which would not have been the same if there were no space, 555. I looked up the numbers 5, 55, and 555 again just recently and found the number 55 is also associated with a divine person. Naturally, there is much more meaning to 5, but I am speaking here of contexts that apply to my connection directly. Interestingly, Pythagoreans associated the number 5 with hieros gamos - the marriage of heaven and earth.
But what of my mentor saying I am moving from a 5 to a 55? Does that mean I am moving from being a non-divine human to being a divine human? In essence, we are all divine. In essence, we are already enlightened. The reason we do not see our own divinity is obscuration. I will elaborate in next week’s blog.
WHO LET THE DOG(MA) OUT?
I love the saying, “Christ was not a Christian, and Buddha was not a Buddhist.” Enlightened beings do not come to bring dogma; they teach us how to embrace shadow and light, alchemize all things into love, and remember and embrace our own divinity - our own christ-consciousness, our inherent awakened nature. Many people say Jesus Christ (Yeshua) as if Christ were a last name, like Smith, Black, or Greene.
The word christ comes from the Greek word christos, meaning the anointed one, and Buddha means the awakened one - one who is awakened. Though many might not agree, I believe the true teachings of Yeshua were the sacrificial lamb of religion. Christianity has caused many people to cast Yeshua (and his family) out of their hearts and minds. They see the history of the church, the dogma used to control people, and a whole litany of abuses of power and distortion, and they think, “That’s not for me.”
From the brutal history of Romans, from religious wars to pedophilia, to Megachurches and beyond, it is not hard to see why people strongly dislike Christianity or religion in general. There is a long-sorted history there. So how do I have such a strong connection to these beings? I am not sure even I know a straight answer to that, but I do know that the connection is deeply spiritual and has nothing to do with religion.
Where Past and Present Meet
As I review the arc of my life thus far, I can see a direct connection between past lives and current life interests and pursuits. For many years I studied and practiced Tibetan Buddhism owing to my many previous lives there. My first marriage was to a man with whom I shared a connection during one of my previous lives in Tibet. I currently have a Kriya Yoga practice connected to Babaji, which I believe directly correlates to a previous life in India, eight lifetimes ago. Babaji ( who was the vehicle through which Cobra Breath practice emerged) and Jesus (Yeshua) are also in the same lineage.
A previous life as a Cathar partly helps to explain these karmic imprints now ripening and bringing to the surface my connection to Yeshua and his family. I also have a strong connection to Egypt, where many spiritual adepts from different branches have spent time as students of the Mystery Schools there, including Yeshua and much of his family.
I am not mentioning these things as something that makes me special or sets me apart from anyone else. Many people remember past lives and can clearly see the overlap between previous and current lives. It is in fact, helpful in many ways, especially to see patterns, connections, and context.
We may often think certain predilections, inherent skills, and tastes and preferences for certain things are totally random. Once awareness of your past lives awakens in you, connections to people, places, and things become clearer. Here I must state the obvious by saying that I know that not everybody believes in reincarnation. I honor everyone’s reality while simultaneously embracing that I can not deny my own.
I am aware that my offerings are meant for the people who are drawn to them. If along the way seeds are planted , minds are opened, or some connection is awakened as a result of exposure to my offerings, that would be a benefic outcome. At the same time, I have no interest in convincing anyone of anything. I am here simply to share my experience with love, openness, generosity and transparency.
My History with Churches
In my current lifetime, my connection to Yeshua and his family began in Lincoln City, Oregon, in 1975; I was eight years old. I was at my paternal Grandparents’ beach house. My aunt and I were upstairs in the bedroom. We were talking about Jesus, and Andrea (my aunt) told me that if I wanted to, I could ask Jesus to come into my heart whenever I wanted. I told her I wanted to, and then I did. I remember kneeling by the bed with my hands in a prayer position. I do not remember my exact words, but I distinctly remember asking him to come into my heart.
I believe it is worth noting that in March of this year, I returned to Oregon, and I now live just twelve miles from that house. Interesting that at a time when my interest in Yeshua and his family has been piqued again, I have come full circle.
I would forget about having asked Jesus into my heart for many years. Around the same time I asked Jesus into my heart, I became interested in attending church. I lived with my Father then, and our family was not the church-going type. So, I went on my own. It was a Presbyterian church. I would listen to the sermon, and then I would join the children for Sunday school. I did this for a while until I lost interest.
My paternal grandparents were churchgoers, as was my maternal great-grandmother. I was never forced to go to church, though I remember going with my paternal grandparents a few times and also with my maternal great-grandmother a few times. I did go to a private Catholic school (in San Raphael, California) for the second half of sixth grade. I was miserable.
All the school kids had known each other since kindergarten and came mostly from rich families. My family was neither rich nor Catholic (with the exception of my great-grandmother), and I came in halfway through the school year. I had no clue how to say the Hail Mary prayer or any other prayers, and I was not particularly interested in the first place. I felt like an absolute fish out of the water and was glad when the school year ended.
One of the most fascinating churches I have ever visited was in Marin County. I was only nine years old at the time, so I do not remember the town's name or the church. As people entered, they were given a blank piece of paper and an envelope. Nothing was to be written on the piece of paper, and only one’s name was on the outside of the envelope. If you had a question, you would hold the piece of paper in your hand while asking the question in silence. You would then place the paper inside the envelope and they would collect it.
The only part of the service I remember was the man who answered all the questions. I was fascinated at his ability to know what the questions were from only a blank piece of paper. To this day, I do not know who that man was. At the end of the service, we entered a room with wooden chairs. People dressed all in white with white turbans (I suppose they could have been Sikhs) would do some form of energy work on us - one-on-one. I always remember feeling really good when I left.
Another one of my favorite church experiences was at the Glide Memorial in San Francisco. I was only four then, and we only went a few times, but I have never forgotten it. It was a gospel church, and let me tell you; I could feel the spirit!
So there you have it, my full church history! It would be many years before I would participate in any sort of formal setting where people gathered together around a belief system. At age twenty-seven, I was drawn to Tibetan Buddhism. That stint which lasted many years, was a very interesting journey that grew me in many ways. Though it is not necessary to expound here, I think the three most important takeaways from that exploration were; the illusory nature of reality, the emphasis on training the mind (to expand one’s consciousness), and of course, the development of compassion.
Guadalupe and Mary Magdalene
Before I introduce how these divine beings appeared to me, I wish to clarify that I do not consider my connection to any of these divine beings to be religious in context. I personally believe that all of these beings were born of the spirit of love and that they were formless, cosmic consciousness that purposefully took on a human form to guide humanity.
Many years ago (maybe ten), La Virgen de Guadalupe showed up beside a treatment table while I was in a workshop. This workshop was related to something called Source Point therapy. I studied and practiced this therapy for many years and often incorporated it into my acupuncture treatments with awe-inspiring results. You can learn more about it here. It is at once a simple, profound, and elegant modality. If you are someone who practices healing modalities, I highly recommend learning about it!
Guadalupe showed up at the table while I was treating someone. At the end of the day, we sat in a circle and shared our experiences of giving and receiving treatments. I shared that I had seen Guadalupe. Bob (my teacher) told me that she had appeared several times before in workshops and that she usually appeared on behalf of the one who saw her (i.e., she did not appear for the person on the treatment table but for me).
My next experience was in connection with Mary Magdalene. I recently took interest in her when I learned her Feast Day was on July 22nd. Through Soulogy (which you often hear me talk about), I was introduced to someone named Keleena Malnar. She is a woman who has an incredibly strong Mary Magdalene connection. They frequently work together side by side. I met her in Sedona, Arizona, in April of 2021. After having met her, I took more of an interest and started listening to her on YouTube.
In a video, I heard Keleena say that Mary Magdalene had recently placed a new grid on the earth and that she (Mary Magdalene) wished for us to connect with it, and with her, on her Feast day. So on July 22nd, I went to my backyard barefoot and placed my feet upon the earth in a small meditation area I had created for myself. I offered a candle and a rose. I set my intention to connect with Mary’s grid. In an instant, I saw white flames and a white rose in my heart (with my inner vision, my mind’s eye, or my third eye(s), however, you wish to think of it).
Nevertheless, I saw it plain as day. I was awestruck and amazed! I remember saying a prayer, though I do not remember exactly what I said. Later, when I shared this experience with my aunt Julie, she said that the experience I had is called an epiphany - also known as the manifestation of a divine being. Until she mentioned it, I had never understood the word epiphany in that context.
As I write this, I realize that La Virgen de Guadalupe was also an epiphany, as was my visit with Merlin ( also known as Joseph, Father of Yeshua, in an incarnation before his life as Merlin). If you missed that blog, “More to You Part 2 - Merlin Comes to Visit,” click the link to read more. You can find more here. if you are curious about the connection between Joseph (father of Yeshua) and Merlin. Before leaving Santa Fe to come to Oregon, I had two visits from Anna - these I mentioned in DNA Part 1.
I would like to include one more epiphany before I wrap it up. I will close with a brief overview of how I believe my cultivation of self in this and many lifetimes lead me to establish my relationship with Anna and have these various epiphanies.
It’s a Family Affair
There is an incredible healer named Ted Anderson that lives in Santa Fe. When I do write my book, he deserves a chapter, to be sure! For the sake of time, know that Ted is the salt of the earth! He is iconic, gentle, and potent, and possesses more compassion in his pinky toe than many people put together. He is a chiropractor, craniosacral practitioner, homeopathic practitioner, and shaman all rolled into one - and that barely scratches the surface.
In any case, before I left Santa Fe, I met with Ted about six times. I had some specific things I wanted to work on emotionally, physically, and psycho-spiritually, and he was the man for the job. Ted definitely knows how two bridge and traverse the seen and unseen worlds, which was just what I needed. In any case, during one of our last treatments together, Mary (Mother of Yeshua) appeared by the treatment table as I lay there.
Before I saw her, I saw the Twenty-One Taras; they were floating behind me at the head of the treatment table. For those unfamiliar with the Tibetan pantheon of deities, Tara is the Mother of all Buddhas, just as Mary was the Mother of Yeshua and Anna was the Mother of Mary. All paths unite eventually. Just before I saw the Taras, Ted had put a porcelain plate on my lower abdomen (right where my womb space is).
It was a plate that had belonged to his Mother (now deceased, whom he loved dearly and with whom he had a very close and loving relationship). The plate had two roses on top of it. In other words, imagine someone fashioned two roses and attached them to the plate before putting the plate in the kiln. I thought about it later, and it was as if these roses were like my fallopian tubes (the stems) and ovaries( the roses) due to their placement on the plate (which was now lying on top of my womb space).
After the plate was placed on my body, Ted left the room. It was then I saw the Twenty-One Taras. After that, my mother, her sister (my aunt), my maternal grandmother, and my great-grandmother all appeared at the side of the treatment table. It was then that Mother Mary appeared at the side of the table as well. She was wearing a blue robe with gold trim. When she appeared, I saw countless tiny pink roses filling my entire body-every cell.
After that, I watched as these same pink roses traversed the lineage of each of my relatives backward in time as they stood beside the table with me. I inherently knew that this was healing for all of us. When Ted returned, I recounted my experience with him. The experience was vivid in my mind for days to follow and will remain in my heart always. Also worth noting is that my grandmother’s name was Rose, my Mother’s middle name was Rose, and one of the meanings of Julie ( my name) is Rose.
How Did I Get Here?
I believe these epiphanies ate a result of karmic imprints and actions taken over the course of many lifetimes, including this one. As I review the arc of my life and many of my previous lifetimes, I see an emergent coalescence. My inner vision has been cultivated by refining my sensitivities. It was not a course I took or something I studied. It has been a study of life. How I choose to perceive things and experiences is part of the equation. Another part of the equation is that some very difficult experiences in my life activated my intuitive abilities out of the sheer necessity of my spirit to safeguard itself.
For many years I also studied with someone who taught me how to track things. She taught me how to track feelings, emotions, thoughts, and experiences. She taught me how to track patterns and notice how certain experiences are connected. Some of these qualities, skills, and abilities were inherent but needed activation and refinement.
I also believe that my acupuncture and Source Point Therapy practices greatly contributed to honing my ability to perceive subtlety and nuance.
I also owe a heck of a lot, not only to my own tenacity, drive, dedication, devotion, and commitment over time., but to my mentor of the past five years (Kevin Snow), whose guidance has grown me by leaps and bounds. He, too, deserves a chapter!
I am just reaching a point in my life that allows me to see how the threads of life experience (in this incarnation and others) weave together like a tapestry. As I grow, as I soften, as I trust myself, and as my confidence in my abilities grows, I become more and more open. Last but not least, I believe it is also what I have been able to heal, transform, release and relinquish that has led me to where I am today.
Last but not least, I can honestly say that for the first time in my life, since my Father’s passing in 2020, I have developed a much deeper connection to my ancestors, which has made a huge difference. I highly recommend connecting with them, for it is often their fear, emotions, and unhealed wounds that you carry. You can help forward your lineage by transforming these emotions, erasing negative imprints, and breaking the patterns. Similarly, their gifts, wisdom, and abilities also live in you.
Thank you again, dear reader, for taking this journey with me, and I look forward to finally sharing with you the conversations that I am starting to have with Anna about DNA and life. May all those who read this receive some form of benefit, be it great or small. We shall meet again next week, in service to love and signing off for now.