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Thursday, January 21, 2010

I Got My Political Mojo Back!

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish clod of grievance complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

George Bernard Shaw

In my book The Atlantean Legacy I explained how it is now our legacy to bring the world back to wholeness and peace through being in touch with the Goddess, the feminine side of our spirituality, bravely and openly examining our shadow side, and loving, not destroying, those who may be viewed as our enemies. So it feels very appropriate to share with you the changes I have gone through in the last week...

In the midst of the frigid winter chill, I was becoming depressed. I have been through this slippery slope before, several times in my life so I recognized the signs of that gray murky resistant energy surrounding me, chilling me to the bone, seeming to absorb and suck out of me all the warmth I so badly needed.

So I prayed and asked, no, demanded, that the Universe give me a sign, a handle I could grab onto, so I wouldn’t fall back into that dark tunnel that was in danger of swallowing me up. But being who I am, not only did I demand a sign, I insisted that it had to be obvious as well. I was slipping quickly down that slope and would sink into a muck of depression and there was no time to lose, no time for cosmic guessing games. And I was pissed! I didn’t want to get stuck in that slimy energy again!

And because I absolutely expected an answer, it came very quickly. I opened up my email account and there I instantly was given information about an upcoming conference put on by Marianne Williamson called SISTER GIANT: Rousing the Sleeping Giant of American Womanhood.

The idea of the conference sung to me. More than that, it jumped off the page! I knew immediately when I read about it that this, yes, this is what I have been preparing for--to join with my sisters and reclaim our power and our voices, so we can grow up and save the world (and all the cheerleaders while we’re at it. lol) The Dalai Lama declared it so with his words at the Peace Summit in Vancouver, "The world will be saved by the western woman." (You can read an article about it at http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/none/the-dalai-lamas-amazing-proclamation-to-women-526655/)

And you can access the information about the Sister Giant Conference at http://mariannewilliamson.com/sister-giant.htm

Here is the excerpt from her website....

Dear Friends,
On February 26, 27 and 28, 2010, I will be hosting a weekend gathering called SISTER GIANT: Rousing the Sleeping Giant of American Womanhood.
This seminar/conference speaks to the role of women at this pivotal moment in history. It's a critically important time to transition from disastrous probabilities to fantastic possibilities, and women can lead the way.
If you are a woman who feels a prompting in your heart that goes something like this: "Okay, it's time. I might not be perfect, but I'm good enough. And I'm ready," then this invitation is for you.
During SISTER GIANT, we will review the historic forces that quelled the voice of the Western woman, as well as those that both challenge and invite us to speak our truth now. I hope you will come to Los Angeles on February 26th to join with other women who feel moved to both find our greatness and to do something great.
We will journey from an understanding of our history .... to a reclaiming of our personal power .... and ultimately to a vital commitment to be a powerful collective force in eradicating hunger and poverty on the planet today. It is time for us to change the world.
We will look within, and we will look without. In partnership with the RESULTS organization, we will work on forming a women's delegation to the regional Microcredit Conference in Nairobi, Kenya, in April 2010.
The conference will take place at the Hilton Los Angeles Airport Hotel. The cost of the seminar will be a suggested donation of $250; partial scholarships are available.
For Registration and Hotel information click here: Register Now
I hope to see you in February!
All my best,
Marianne


So, dear friends, in the answer I received from the Universe, I see now that I am coming full circle—-from my radical feminist days in San Francisco to raising a family in the Midwest (gasp—never thought I would do that one, but here I am married for 23 years!), developing my talents and skills as a spiritual woman and artist, among a million other things, including most recently, writing and soon publishing The Atlantean Legacy. I plan to gather up my all my life lessons and skills I’ve accrued and head on back to California for the conference, Sister Giant, to network with other women as we gather together to save our home hearth the planet Earth.

And as for me, bottomline, I re-energized, lost the depression, and got my political mojo back! I’m buzzed!
So until next week!

Many wonderful blessings!

Paula
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Thursday, January 14, 2010

I have just written a novel, The Atlantean Legacy, which is scheduled for publication in September by the epublisher, Synergebooks.com. The story is a fictionalized version of a vision of Atlantis in its final years and is based on information that came through to me while in a hypnotic trance at an Omega conference in 2002. There I attended a past life regression workshop facilitated by Brian Weiss, a psychiatrist and internationally known Past Life Regression therapist, and author of several best selling books, including Many Lives, Many Masters. It was there in his workshop that I was first able to access from my unconscious mind ancient memories of a past life in Atlantis.
Dr. Weiss induced the entire group into a hypnotic trance. He then directed us in our mind’s eye to a series of doors, each connected to a particular time period. Resonating to the last door offered, I easily passed through it to the other side. Immediately I saw a familiar scene that had frequently flashed through my head whenever I had a massage. I was lying on a massage table in an outdoor structure used specifically for bodywork. It opened out into a landscape set in an arid climate. It was a beautiful warm day, the sky a brilliant blue void of clouds. I had always assumed it was ancient Egypt or Greece, but had never delved into it to find out. This time, though, when this scene appeared, I was led to the portal of a past life in Atlantis!
As a result of this evocative experience I pursued training in Past Life Regression Therapy with Dr. Weiss where I gleaned further details of my Atlantean life. I received many confirmations about this memory from my own meditations and from the psychic readings of others, including one of my mentors, Sonia Choquette, an internationally known psychic and author, who confirmed my story as well and encouraged me to write this book.This summer, I had a session with Julia Ingram, author of the best selling book, The Messengers, where I gained additional details that brought the story to a dramatic ending.
My plans for this blog, in addition to sharing my book, is to share and exchange spiritual information that can be applied to our daily lives. I hope you will feel free to share your thoughts and feelings and ask questions.

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Sunset on the highway

Chapter 9 (cont'd)

Kahotep awoke first. He examined the back of her head, admiring her bountiful curls. Unable to resist, he wrapped one of her sweaty dark ringlets around his finger. Feeling the tug on her hair, she stirred and turned over to face him, gracing him with a sleepy smile. He returned her smile and whispered in her ear so as not to break the spell too quickly. “So, my Sweet Lady, what would be your pleasure for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Well, besides you…” she traced the outline of his hand that was now resting on her breast, “I would...like to drive the shuttlecraft!” A mischievous grin adorned her face.

“Well, it seems you are awake,” he grinned back at her. “So, do you have any experience driving?”

“Absolutely none,” she answered honestly. “I’ve only ridden the public shuttlecrafts. I’ve never had an opportunity to learn to drive. But I always wanted to.”

“Well, it’s time you get some experience then. All right, Lady, I will teach you!" They jumped enthusiastically out of bed, dressed, and raced to the craft.

Akana climbed into the pilot’s seat. Her chair seemed too big for her and she could barely see up over the control panel. Kahotep joined her in the seat next to her as her co-pilot. “The first thing you need to do is to sign in,” he began, “so tell the craft your name, that you are the pilot, and then instruct it to adjust to you.”

Excitedly, she complied. “I am Akana of Atlantis,” she told the craft. “I am the pilot of this shuttlecraft. Please make adjustments to accommodate for me.”

“Welcome, Akana of Atlantis! We will make our adjustments now,” a pleasant voice from the shuttlecraft replied.

Her seat moved slightly forward then back, then to the right and left. It raised up and down then finally rested in a position that greatly improved the fit of her chair, as well as her view out the windshield. Immediately, a seatbelt closed across her lap.

“Push the green button that is lit up here on the console between us,” her co-pilot instructed. This she did. A holographic map of the area appeared at a forty-five degree angle in front of her.

“You can see where the cabin is—here.” Kahotep pointed to the three-dimensional version of the cabin. Now if you touch it thus,” he touched the image of the cabin on the map and it immediately enlarged, “you can bring it in closer. Touch it twice and it’ll return to its former size. You can do this with any part of the map. Now—where do you want to go?”

“I’d like to explore the area first, until I get used to piloting.”

“All right then, let’s map out a small path. Lightly trace the direction on the hologram where you want to go then hit the blue button on the console. This will lock in your program.”

She drew about a five mile trail around the trees in the forest then pushed the glowing blue button.

“OK, now what?”

“Now you need to use voice commands,” he said. “Tell the craft to follow your plans.”

“Please follow the path I have indicated,” she told the computer.

Gently, the craft began to rise. It slowly followed the directions that she had just mapped out. Then it gently landed back on the shuttleport.

“Well done! Now, do you want to drive without programming it first, Kana?”

“Of course. What do I do?”

“Use your voice commands to get the craft to ascend, then trace the path you want it to follow with your finger.”

“Now?”

“Sure, I think you’re ready. And I’m here to back you up.”

She took a deep calming breath. “Ascend!” she commanded.

Slowly, the craft rose up as directed. It hovered high above the shuttleport and turned southwest as Akana traced her outstretched palm through the holographic map. To speed up, she merely had to trace faster, so she experimented. The movement was a little jerky at first, but she quickly assimilated her new skill and smoothed out the ride. She let out a big hoot as she sped the vehicle around in ever tighter concentric loops.

“So you’ve never driven before, you say?” Kahotep asked in disbelief.

“Not ever, and was that a mistake!” she replied. “This is great!”

“So where are we heading, Speedster?”

She grinned. “I want to see the crystal cave.”

“Oh, nothing like a little challenge for your first flight out, is there, dear?” Kahotep laughed.

“Not at all,” she replied.

The shuttle was now heading toward the active volcano on the northeast corner of the island. She touched the map and an enlarged view appeared. She found what she was looking for—a shelf along the inside rim where they could land the craft. She decreased the size of the volcano on the map back to normal then smoothly guided the craft to a safe landing onto the ledge.

The door on the craft lifted up and they carefully emerged. After assuring themselves they were on solid ground, they both looked around. The ledge was packed down smoothly, apparently used over the years as a landing strip for others wanting access to the cave. Over the ledge, very far below, lava flowed freely. The smell of sulfur permeated the air.

They made their way to the inside edge of the rim, up against the wall of the mountain, to the opening in the cave. She had pilfered a couple of lightsticks from the craft and handed one to Kahotep.

She got on her hands and knees and easily crawled through the cave entrance. Kahotep crawled in after her. Once they made it through about a three-foot tunnel, they stood up. Their lightsticks illuminated the way as they stepped carefully down a softly sloping path. After about two hundred feet it opened up into a large cavern. Their lightsticks revealed a grotto encrusted with jeweled crystal treasures.

“Oooh, Kahotep! I’ve heard about this cave, but I never would have imagined this!”

The cave was actually a huge geode that had been formed millions of years before from cooled molten lava. The walls were thickly covered with a wondrous display of sparkling crystals. Even more astounding were the long spear strands of quartz crystals that stretched across the entire cave, each about the width of a grown man. Akana approached one to examine it more closely; she was dwarfed by its size.

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