Well, as destiny would have it, i’m in the full swirl of a very sudden move.
Who knew anything last month? Not i, for one!
i was yanked away from everything this past month, and today the story from behind the scenes will be told.
Loving the brain as we boldly do here, it’s worth considering this:
Alignment is all about the nervous system in a continual flow of resonant electromagnetic waves.
But you know my passion for the brain consumes volumes, so let’s carry on…
Back to destiny, and this sudden move that landed by ambush, necessitating i shelf absolutely everything else…
When Spirit calls, it behooves us to pick up the phone, and listen deeply to the codes within the call.
i’m leaving the Bay Area, finally, and my heart has already left… while this body breathlessly gasps that we are going just in time.
What is meant by that i can’t yet say, but the body knows what it knows, and what is known cannot be unknown.
i am, after all, the frontline canary; dedicating my body’s wisdom to awaken yours/ours/theirs; and heartfully committed for decades to help others heal.
But i, and other canaries, cannot possibly breathe in a cement cage plunked along highway mazes of cement jungles and box stores - each their own little cookie-cutter universe pounding us with the fierce self-proclaiming energy of the space fence and the grid, iced in chemtrail fogs.
Each of us is a canary in some way, just as each of us has unique talents and gifts. Hopefully we choose to exit what feels like immanent danger, before it takes us down.
Hopefully we are able to feel it at all any more in this intentionally desensitized world…
Don’t let them dull or take away your precious self-sensing superpowers, for that extraction is exactly how slavery is chiseled, stroke by stroke. Why not instead use our well-honed wisdom and natural instincts to ameliorate the suffering of others and to save ourselves?
The body knows what it knows, whether we notice or not.
Saving ourselves is a logical concept, but some (maybe even most) of us speak, hear, think, and decide with our hearts.
The body knows what it knows, and never lies.
So…as we were saying…
Three weeks ago while working on an article, i was suddenly catapulted out by a cosmic suction cup and beamed somewhere else, somewhere i’d never been that seemed to call me loud and clear.
Alas, article be gone!
There’s no way one could ever prepare for this, other than to never let possibility die.
Never let possibility die.
Ever.
Even on the worst of days.
Remember: you left that window open for wishing on your star.
You hoped she would hear you, right?
Divine Alignment
Divine alignment is both physiological and neurological. That means it involves both physical body and central nervous system.
All stimulation (life and world events) is processed through our nervous system, except our sense of smell, which directly downloads superconscious perceptions into the body and brain.
Our primitive (reptilian) brain is divinely programmed to sniff out danger (literally!) and safety signals, and inform us of it long before we become consciously aware. The reptilian brain is the oldest and most instinctual of our three evolutionary brain layers, which together comprise our triune brain.
The reptilian brain keeps us safe. Think: “fight, flight, freeze”.
Then the limbic system - our mammalian brain - enables emotions, bonding, connection, and community; while the neo-cortex - the cognitive brain - allows reason, analysis, negotiation, and debate.
Our senses are electromagnetic frequency waves traveling through the brain, spinal cord, and along peripheral nerves…and outward to interface energetically with life.
Coherent energies coursing within, and from, the central channel of the spinal cord and brain sweep us into the zone - that magical intersection where time, space, and matter dissolve into synchronicity and flow.
In the zone, it all just appears and unfolds.
The potential for alignment on any and all levels lies deep in the brain and spinal cord, where core connection and neural intercommunication live.
Focus on your center when you meditate… to reawaken your instinct, intuition, and knowing…
Turn off your app’s and tune up your senses.
(above photo from Clemente’s Atlas of Human Anatomy)
Our senses are the portal to our true human potential.
The brain and spinal cord receive and transmit information constantly in ongoing organic relationship with life.
(photo from Netter’s Neuroscience)
It is the nervous system that produces posture, alignment, and movements that are synchronized and smooth; the nervous system that interfaces with all life, seen and unseen. The more we practice conscious presence and deep listening, the more subtle our awareness becomes.
Our senses become crystal clear transducers.
In the quiet of deep listening, we are transformed. The sharp edges get shaven down. And sometimes, just like with writers’ block, divine communion can be a long chasm of void.
But then three weeks ago, the zone scooped me up and we’ve been accelerating together ever since. Surrender was the only choice. i can’t possibly spin that fast alone.
It does not escape me that i went into escrow on the Lions Gate, Tuesday August 8.
New Moon Wednesday a week later, i was at Old Republic Title to sign and close the deal. It’s certainly worth mentioning that i’d never been to this foothill town until the fated Open House on Sunday August 6, two days before i learned that escrow was on. In fact, i found that Open House completely by chance - all on account of the voice.
i see your brows furling, so let me qualify: the voice is a direct call from those we might affectionately call the gods, and the voice regularly issues pivotal directions at crucial life interludes, one snippet at a time; then suddenly redirects my life. After this last one month i can never ever again doubt that the voice listens deeply - to my heart’s every hope and my mind’s every thought. Though it’s said “Be careful what you wish for” - with the voice i always get so much more, because every detail is covered as if all of time and space rallied together to fuel my leap.
Which is exactly what a conscious universe would do…embrace all gentle longing hearts who humbly reach, then blow the winds of change…
Here’s how it happened:
*i got derailed one Friday night (August 4th to be exact) while i was busy writing part three of my substack series, with the voice insistently repeating the name of a town two hours north of me where i’d never been. After several strained minutes of trying to hold focus on my substack, i realized it was moot, and began investigating this new town online.
*Then that very Sunday (August 6th) there i was at an Open House for the first listing i’d seen online only two nights ago. i didn’t want to leave. So i made the offer, and Tuesday (August 8th) i went into escrow, and now i’m moving to that home. It came out of nowhere for sure, and has everything i want, including solid furniture, lamps, and the treadmill. And space. Room to breathe!
*After escrow opened that Tuesday, i became comically monosyllabic, repeating the only word i could formulate for days: “WOW. WOW. WOW…”
Almost everything in the house has been repaired, replaced, or added - down to the water heater, washer/dryer and two outdoor sheds! There’s even a space outside around the house for my potted plants.
WOW. WOW. WOW.
Needless to say, i’ve lost my mind (or rather, it’s been co-opted) with the one track focus of being packed by tomorrow and ready to go. i’ve gone on ultra-organized autopilot (an alignment-based superpower, by the way) piling and taping boxes and filling bags. i guess i’m as ready as anyone could be, and this has all taken under a month to complete.
Three weeks, soup to nuts, and now i finally have a real house! WOW….WOW…WOW…
Thankfully, it appears i’ve recovered some use of our given language and the sheer creative elegance of combinations of words; well enough to edit this page at least, which is itself a very centering act.
Centering = Alignment
Physiology never lies.
For now, it’s just keep disassembling and stacking this little apartment that sheltered me here 3 1/2 years, for morning will come fast, and by tomorrow night it’s a done deal. We’re home. The movers will reach my new house Friday morning to unpack the van.
Part three of that geoengineering series you so loved sits in my bag by the door, to be carried personally by me, ready to land on my new desk and reopen its eyes in the coming days.
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The flow is the flow, wherever we go.
But without Spirit’s rhythm, we’d never know.
Subtle awareness is the ultimate key
To reveal our authentic destiny.
The nervous system and its living senses
Create our connections and set our defenses.
Let’s lift our antennae, raise the frequency of our brains
To the voice of guidance and all wisdom it retains.
Let’s sip sacred nectar through the channels of the spine;
Fan wild flames of passion for all that is divine;
Take care to listen, and not miss a clear sign;
And enliven our pure heart’s inner Light to align.
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This is all so beautiful Yolanda. I never doubted for one moment that you would find your heart's desire, or that it would find you! I truly believe that these miracles are all around us waiting to happen. Your openness and willingness to listen made all of this possible. Hooray!! I am so delighted about your new adventure, which seems to be happening easily and effortlessly. You and the buns off to your new home. Thank you so much for the beautiful card you sent us. It was such fun to receive it in the mail. Sending hugs and much love. Reading your post has brightened my day!
Kerry, this makes me so happy! i love your story.
Yes, it took me a long while to get out...i love my new home!