Humanity has always perceived there must be an intermediary between themselves and the divine. Whereas, in actuality, it would benefit humanity to see the integration of their actions and thoughts as the intermediary.

Sacrifice by its very nature–be it self-sacrifice, the sacrificing of another to a god or upon the cross for the sins of humanity–creates a chasm between the divine and the human.

The man, Jesus, died and sacrificed himself for his own beliefs. So integrated was the knowledge of who he was that his actions and his thoughts were in alignment–and they were manifest into reality. His resurrection was the spiritual regeneration, the energetic vibration of actions and thoughts in pure alignment propelled by emotion. Though like any human he desired a full and complete life, he was quite aware that there was no loss–and he walked bravely, knowingly and effortlessly from one dimension to the next.

It is, indeed, a powerful statement of the eternal existence of humanity when one of the children ascends.

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Excerpt from Chapter Four, Ships of Song, A Parable of Ascension

On the surface, Elizabeth was exploring her new playground. Barely able to hold her childlike excitement, she waited patiently for John to catch up with her. They had agreed to explore the five major islands which graced one of the planet’s oceans. Atlantis, as it later would be called, was an excellent base for planetary exploration. Soaring high above the terrain, her patience was rewarded with the arrival of John swooping like an eagle after its prey.

“Gotcha!” he yelled.

“Okay, smarty! We’ll see who’s mastered flying! The first one to the big island wins!”

They soared and then dove toward the island. “Oh, by the way, to win you must land perfectly on the surface,” Elizabeth challenged.

She knew this would be difficult since their physical mass was so ethereal their bodies would easily pass through solid objects. It was more a challenge of accuracy than the ability to stand on the surface. Their physical bodies were not much more than ghostly distortions of light, much like the heat waves rising from the beach they were about to land on.

With the challenge accepted, they both laughed and giggled like children as they descended just a little too fast toward the surface. Both ended knee deep in the warm sands which encircled the island.

“Oh, well,” John laughed, “maybe next time.”

They floated through the white billowing clouds of mist which hovered over the lush green of the Atlantean mountains. Elizabeth observed the blue sea rhythmically lapping against the white beaches. She marvelled at the unique and curious variations in climate and terrain which were refreshingly different yet barely noticeable on her high vibrational body. She was delighted to be on the planet, for it already felt like home. She could sense her friends throughout the planet and knew that in the twinkling of an eye she could visit them.

Everything was so new and fresh, she wanted to explore it all at once, to touch, to feel, to taste, to become one with her new environment. She longed for her physical body to become more dense, as a child awaits maturity, and with about as much impatience. She knew it would take centuries upon centuries for her body to be able to fully experience this physical world. For now, she had to be content with knowing that each time she merged or became one with the creations of Earth, her goal became just a little closer.

The seasons were as hours and the years as days as she and the others experienced this new concept of time. Time had little meaning for them in their newfound playground, as they romped and rejoiced like children experiencing a magical land. Already a few centuries had passed, and Elizabeth had become more skilled at touching physical surfaces. She would giggle when her hand passed through a tree or rock if she was not concentrating.

One warm, sun-filled day a millennium after her arrival, she decided to test herself and experience what it would be like to merge her consciousness with a rock. She glided over the landscape in search of the ideal formation for her experiment. She drifted along the white beaches, looking at each potential rock as one might observe the delicacies on a table set for a great feast. She knew it was one thing to pass through an object‹it was another thing to touch it and, even greater yet, to become one with it. So this was not only a challenge to her physical senses, but a challenge to her conscious awareness.

From the moment Elizabeth arrived on the planet, she had realized she could not fully comprehend the third dimension without becoming one with it. The question which gnawed at her soul was, Are we here as guests or family? The question perplexed her and the answers swimming through her mind confused her. She wondered, Are we in it or of it? She hoped to soon find out.

Elizabeth had chosen a rock because it was the densest and most foreign to the concept of consciousness. She was aware John had merged with a tree. Determined to choose an even greater challenge, she smiled at the ongoing yet friendly competition between them. Allowing her foot to dip into the waves as she effortlessly glided along the ocean’s edge, she thought she could feel the press of the wind against her body ever so slightly. Noting that her foot left no wake, she longed for the day when the wind would toss her hair and her touch would ripple the waters.

She focused her attention on Atlantiana, the largest island of Atlantis, whose vast northern white beaches were scattered with various rocks and boulders, many jutting into the ocean. She found them all fascinating, some but a few hundred pounds and others hundreds of tons. She saw each of them as unique, pink crystals sparkling in the spray of the sea. Each had been torn loose from the granite bedrock beneath the island during its formation. Elizabeth was humbled by their beauty and the creative power they represented.

Gliding among these natural sculptures, Elizabeth passed through a cluster of smaller formations. As she rounded the last one, she found what she was looking for. Jutting out from the water’s edge was a magnificent boulder fifteen feet high. She floated admiringly around it. It delighted her. She could see the waves crashing against its massive body, spray dashing across its surface, promising a multitude of sensations. Its form was a symphony of textures and shapes smoothed by the ocean’s touch, but jagged and cracked where the waves were unable to reach.

This sparkling pink monument called out to her soul. And then beyond her fondest hopes–she saw it! There, in the loving bosom of this wonderful creation, was a pool of water. So overcome with the grandeur and beauty of this gift from the earth, an unexpected sigh passed her lips. With the thrill of anticipation she thought, In merging with this great rock, I’ll be able to hold the ocean before my time. She smiled as she watched the waves lap unhindered through her bare feet as she stood ankle deep in the crystal clear water. Though her senses were still muted, she trembled as she reached out to gently touch the cool stone. Focusing all her concentration, she stroked this magnificent being, gently touching its surface as a mother might lovingly touch her child’s cheek. Her fingers sought to feel the coolness of the rock, as one touches the cold of winter through a pane of glass.

Even though she could pass her hand through the rock without a thought, it was far more difficult to maintain her touch on its surface. Stopping at an object’s physical edge took extreme concentration and sensitivity to energy. A grin flashed across her face as she thought of the years ahead when the opposite would be true‹when she would have no difficulty touching physicality but would have great difficulty getting through it. No matter how physically limiting the third dimensional experience would become, she was like an adolescent waiting to grow up. Far in the back of her mind, though, she knew the day would come that as an ‘adult’ she would wish to be a child again. Briefly it entered her mind to question what the effects might be to lower her vibrations to such a level, but the thought was quickly dismissed by her youthful enthusiasm to merge with this glorious creation. As a young maiden awaiting the passionate embrace of her lover for the very first time, she knew there was no turning back.

Spring, summer and fall had come and gone on the island of Atlantiana and her hand had moved but an inch upon the stone. She allowed her fingers to lightly flow over the curves and ridges, seeking to sense the most minute changes in its direction and form. She savored each variation as a sweet morsel of delicate sensations. Over the following year, she became quite adept at allowing her fingers to journey across the mountains and valleys of its surface. A decade passed while Elizabeth kept her vigil. Exploring this object of her affection, she examined every ridge and curve, both above and below the ground. She knew it and loved it as she knew her own body and, just as her body was changing through the years, she became aware of the minute changes in the rock¹s form and shape caused by the ocean’s unceasing onslaught.

Undistracted by the need for food, water or sleep, she dedicated all of her energies to her quest. When she needed rest, she simply quieted her mind into a meditative state. During one of these rest times, she remembered the time when, in her enthusiasm to touch a scurrying rabbit, she had put her hand right through the small creature, nearly scaring it to death. Smiling, she recalled her penance, a large patch of sweet clover created by her thoughts. Her gift was readily accepted, forgiveness given and they each went on their own way.

She recalled on a particularly warm, moonlit night having seen the great ship in the heavens. Speaking to Michael, she had invited him to experience this precious rock through her thoughts. He readily accepted, as her hand caressed a particularly textured formation in the rock. Now adept at touch, her contact with the cool, moist surface was particularly strong. Sending a resounding Ohm throughout the heavens, Michael acknowledged and gave thanks to his friend.

Elizabeth was ready. The time had come for her to become one with the earth through this rock. She had been a good student and had learned her lessons well. She had only come upon this great work of art forty years ago. “Quite expedient.” She smiled to herself. “I’m a quick study.” She had learned a lesson that would later be forgotten by humanity and would take eons to remember to become one with something, you must first observe it fully, know it completely, honor it unceasingly and respect it totally.

The moment had arrived. Her yearning to become one with this creation was to become a reality. She was aware of the rock’s willingness to participate in her adventure, and with gratitude, she stepped into it. For years she had studied the exact place within the rock where she perceived she would experience the most delight. Now totally encompassed in pure pink granite, she sat cross-legged, cupping her hands around the water-filled bowl created by the waves. For twenty-eight years, moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, month by month, year by year, the creator and the creation became one as she sat in the bosom of the rock in quiet stillness. It was impossible to distinguish a separation between herself and the object of her love, for their consciousnesses had joined. She knew the thoughts of the rock, its yearning to become one with the sands of the beach its brothers and sisters. To her amazement and delight, in this union she had become one with each grain of sand. In becoming one with the rock, she had become one with the tree, the bird, the sea, the earth itself. Upon her hard stony face, she could feel the spray of the ocean imperceptibly tearing her down. She could feel the very heartbeat of the Mother, resonating through the rock firmly implanted thirty feet below the surface. She could feel the pool of water in her hands, refilled by the waves overflowing from the sea, as a gift and an offering to her. She thanked the rock, the earth, the sea and the wind for what she had learned‹the oneness of all creation. Never before had she felt so complete, so whole and so at one with herself, this world and the universe.

Each year their union became stronger. She learned how to honor change and adjust accordingly. She came to understand the cycles of existence in this garden and willingly gave up morsels of her body to be devoured by the sea, knowing that nothing was lost. It amazed her that some of her was now a thousand miles away, drawn by the tides and the currents to grace other beaches. She had come to understand that nothing was ever lost, only changed. Physicality was a vibrant, moving exploration of itself in which the ingredients would have the opportunity to experience everything in creation. She realized that a single drop of water would become part of the sea, would pulse through the veins of a tiger, or fall as a raindrop, or a tear. What a wonderful adventure this world was and, indeed, it was good.

About a century and a half after her union with the rock, a great storm arose. As the waves submerged her being, she could feel tiny particles of sand being thrown against her body like needles. As a matter of fact, some of the particles were from herself.

The winds calmed and the skies cleared as the dark, threatening gray clouds turned into white puffs of cotton in the sky. She had experienced and lived as the earth. She had felt the butterfly land on a twig on the far side of the globe. She had held the little crabs, laughing and giggling as they climbed over her body, their tiny feet tickling her as they rejoiced in the pool of water she held for them to play in. That same pool of water became a dinner plate for a seagull as it devoured her little friends, the crabs. She had experienced an entrapped fish die of starvation in her hands and she felt that same life return ten thousand miles away in an inland cove. As energy cycled through her body, so did the seasons and the return of life upon this great planet.

She remained one with the rock for a thousand years, and it was now time for her to depart. She had experienced what she had desired to learn, and she bid farewell to her host. Thanking Earth and kissing the rock with her consciousness, she stepped out.

As she did, she heard a little splash and turned just in time to see a slight ripple in the water by her feet. She moved her foot again but no ripple was seen. Was it her imagination?

She didn’t think so, and the rock agreed.

Ships of Song, A Parable of Ascension,
by Patricia & Stanley Walsh
can be purchased through Amazon.

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As most would agree, be it philosopher, theologian or politician, humanity is in a transitional state. The old archetypal structures that were the foundation of human government, religion and finance are being undermined by a swift and steady current of change. Volatility and vulnerability roams the planet like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. (It is not coincidental that we use that analogy for it is spoken in your holy writings.)

As we have indicated, the universe, all of its components and participants, are in a grand shift, an expansion born at the moment of creation. Like the pebble dropped in a still pond, its ripples emanate outward towards infinity. This dynamic shift is part of the creative process. It is error thinking that creation is something that occurred back then, so long ago that you are neither participants nor observers of the event.

In reality, creation is a dynamic ongoing process.

One that is seeking to eternally expand that which it bore. As mentioned in your writing of the Ships of Song that consciousness sprung forth in the pursuit of physicality–and beingness was created. Each individual is in a perpetual process of becoming one with beingness. Beingness, the conception of consciousness and physicality.

Therefore, the shifts that are being experienced in your own neighborhood of the universe and throughout the galaxies are for this purpose.

Humanity is in the awakening process that The One Mind of consciousness has merged with The One Thought of physicality, and has created The One Soul of beingness. “And the word was made flesh.”

The emergence of this reality spurred by an increased vibrational frequency from the moment of creation had begun this awakening process. Think of your planet, like a small boat on a lake and a great stone the size of a house is dropped into the water a safe distance from you. In certain intervals your little boat would be rocked by another ripple of that event. And so it is with your world. You are experiencing at the change of the age, another great wave propelling you into greater understanding and awareness of the oneness of all existence. All that is not in alignment with the awareness that all is  one will be shook loose, broken free and eliminated from the human experience.

Each morning when you awaken and go about your daily routine, remind yourself that the boat of your world is being rocked and swayed. The old structures crumble into the sea of change. The waves of increasing energy wear away the old constructs embedded deeply in the bedrock of consciousness. The moorings of complacency have been broken loose, and you are adrift on the sea of change.

Trust in the process that all is well, and that which is not of the light is being drawn out of the darkness to be illumined and cleansed.

This is an exciting time for humanity and a challenging one. The stabilization of your life is by anchoring on the eternal truth that you are one and inseparable from the consciousness that created you. You are one and inseparable from all that you encounter. You are being called to be one with the oneness of All That Is. There is deeper meaning to your brother’s statement to Peter, a verse which was sadly misinterpreted for control, manipulation and deceit. When your brother looked at Peter and declared, “What you loose on earth is loose in heaven. What you bind on earth is bound in heaven,” was not a pronouncement of spiritual dominance, but rather that when you free yourself from the concept of individuality and separateness, you free yourself to participate in the oneness of All That Is. For when you are bound on earth by individuality and separateness, you have bound the heaven that which you can attain.

Take inventory in your lives and identify those adversarial relationships, be it with another, your employment, your government, your religion or your finance.

Once identified see it as a mirror reflecting yourself. You cannot change nor will you ever change anything that you perceive is outside yourself. Adversarial relationships are the “alarm” of the soul that you have bought this relationship into the illusion of separateness.

Therefore, as this grand expansion of consciousness occurs and the world around you is being swayed by the waves of change, free yourself from the illusion that that which attacks you is from outside of you. You are being freed and released from the error consciousness that has bound your ability to experience paradise.

You have read, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of time.”

And so it will seem now, but we assure you there is no greater power in the universe that a soul reunited in the conscious awareness of its oneness with All That Is. There is an exciting journey ahead and we look forward to participating with you and anxiously await your arrival into a consciousness in which you will never feel pain, fear, or loneliness again.

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The change of the age is like the gentle winds upon the water, the subtle fragrance of a flower’s bloom upon the air. The age is heralded in on the whispers of a dawn and the willingness of those upon the planet to respond.

The change in the ages, the shifts in consciousness is the normal evolutionary process of growth upon this planet.

You observe a child from birth to adulthood constantly changing, constantly shifting, continually growing yet fear, anger and confusion comes from the child’s response to these change, not the process in and of itself.

Why would the universe create a process of catastrophe to create change? The chaos of creation when dealt with in a willingness to participate and an understanding of its purpose can be met with peace, harmony and balance.

It is important for humanity, as this shift in consciousness occurs to understand, to really comprehend and accept that this natural evolutionary process can be smooth and peaceful, joyful and magical. How one approaches change, how one responds to the need to grow, how willing one is to let go of preconceived ideas and notions, and one’s understanding that the paradigms of existence are like sand castles upon the sea shore.

Change is an inevitable process. More important, it should be a welcome process; for not to change is more painful and more perilous than what one fears in any shift.

What does one do? How does one prepare for the changing of the age? Evaluate, take inventory of your willingness to grow, your willingness to release, and your willingness to be open to that which is not yet known. That is the hallmark of a safe journey though the winds of change and the waves upon the sea of life’s experiences.

Welcome the changing of the age as one might welcome the sun rising from the eastern sea. The light of a new dawn is already glowing and shedding its light upon your world. And like any dawn, the darkness is pushed back and your reality is revealed and its light shows you what is present.

So it is with the change of the age. Humanity has become comfortable in the dimly lit rooms of its consciousness and now the curtains are being pulled aside, the windows are being opened, the doors left ajar and the reality which you once perceived, the one you were so confident you fully knew and understood will become but a fragment to the depth and the detail of the world in which you live.

Though it is an analogy used before, if taken in the light of what we have just spoken it will give you insight and understanding into the physical, emotional and spiritual effects of the shift of the change of the age upon human existence. The analogy is: the light is made brighter, details are better seen, darkness becomes nonexistent, and, as a result, more informed decisions can be made in one’s life. More tools are available for one to achieve their goals. The pathways are made clearer and confusion, fear and doubt become a distant memory of a darkened day before the dawn.

With that said, will there be evident physical indications of a shift in consciousness?

Indeed, the clash in consciousness that is growing between the members of humanity is and will continue to create strife, confusion, and fear. The planet will rebel because of environmental injuries upon the planet that coincide with the natural planetary evolution. Not every earth change is created by consciousness but the combination of the earth’s adjustment and response to the change of the age in combination with humanity’s abuse and neglect of the planet will cause catastrophic events to occur.

It has been said, in fact we have spoken of it and you have written of it, of an evacuation. Your holy writings speak of a rapture. The ancient books speak of the seventh heaven and so shall it come to pass. Is the “saving event” for the “believers” an actual, physical occurrence? Or is it perhaps a spiritual state of being? Or both? Each to their own order and their own needs and desires.

Consciousness is the key. Consciousness is the sanctuary. Is rapture a noun or a verb? And is the same true with ascension? Or perhaps both?

We do not tease you. We want you to stop and think. We want you to consider how you wish to experience this changing of the age. Humanity is always planning and scheduling. One will consider how to spend a holiday or perhaps celebrate a birthday. Why would one not consider how they would experience a shift? A shift in consciousness, a shift in energy?

The Hopis and the Mayans spoke and wrote of the end of the age. They had no need to write further. In reality, they couldn’t for the next phase of human existence is to be written by the conscious awareness of humanity today.

Will the earth shake? The stars fall from the heavens? The oceans break out of their barriers? In 2012, we think not.

But that moment, the winter solstice is the point of critical mass in which there will be greater light than darkness. It is both a reality and it is a symbol that this is the date representing and, in reality, declaring the change of the age. It is an eternal dawn for it will never be darker again than it is at this moment in time.

The human evolutionary process has reached a critical point of consciousness in which the light must shine as All That Is has created returns to all that created it.

Don’t wait for the solstice of 2012 to see what is going on around you. For even as the light shines before the rising of the sun, so it is with your consciousness. You are looking around you, you are casting off the darkness, you are looking at your greatest fears. Look to the light rising in the eastern horizon of your awareness and behold a new day. When afraid, hopeless, despairing, go to the light. Look to the light of consciousness and you will see your lives. You will see your world in greater clarity and understanding, and you will find the tools, the materials and the wisdom to create your paradise.

Just as the dawn approaches, the light seems to more quickly fill the sky. So it is with this conscious awareness.

Every day, every hour, every moment, and every second from the instant of the winter solstice of 2012 there will be more light. Those who are unwilling to participate will find the world an unwelcoming place for darkness cannot dwell where there is light and those who wish to live in darkness, those who battle against it will extinguish their own physical existence upon this plane of existence. Not out of punishment but out of necessity. For existence is holographic and the dimension and the age in which you dwell are like the waves upon the sea, always traveling and moving. Do you wish to be stationery or do you wish to move with it? The choice is yours.

It have been our desire and our attempt to give you greater understanding of that which is occurring to your delight, your promise and to your paradise. For we are the One Mind and the One Thought and we are present in this dimensional change.

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On the surface, Elizabeth was exploring her new playground. Barely able to hold her childlike excitement, she waited patiently for John to catch up with her. They had agreed to explore the five major islands which graced one of the planet’s oceans. Atlantis, as it later would be called, was an excellent base for planetary exploration. Soaring high above the terrain, her patience was rewarded with the arrival of John swooping like an eagle after its prey.

‘Gotcha!’ he yelled.

‘Okay, smarty! We’ll see who’s mastered flying! The first one to the big island wins!’

They soared and then dove toward the island. ‘Oh, by the way, to win you must land perfectly on the surface,’ Elizabeth challenged.

She knew this would be difficult since their physical mass was so ethereal their bodies would easily pass through solid objects. It was more a challenge of accuracy than the ability to stand on the surface. Their physical bodies were not much more than ghostly distortions of light, much like the heat waves rising from the beach they were about to land on.

With the challenge accepted, they both laughed and giggled like children as they descended just a little too fast toward the surface. Both ended knee deep in the warm sands which encircled the island.

‘Oh, well,’ John laughed, ‘maybe next time.’

They floated through the white billowing clouds of mist which hovered over the lush green of the Atlantean mountains. Elizabeth observed the blue sea rhythmically lapping against the white beaches. She marvelled at the unique and curious variations in climate and terrain which were refreshingly different yet barely noticeable on her high vibrational body. She was delighted to be on the planet, for it already felt like home. She could sense her friends throughout the planet and knew that in the twinkling of an eye she could visit them.

Everything was so new and fresh, she wanted to explore it all at once, to touch, to feel, to taste, to become one with her new environment. She longed for her physical body to become more dense, as a child awaits maturity, and with about as much impatience. She knew it would take centuries upon centuries for her body to be able to fully experience this physical world. For now, she had to be content with knowing that each time she merged or became one with the creations of Earth, her goal became just a little closer.

The seasons were as hours and the years as days as she and the others experienced this new concept of time. Time had little meaning for them in their newfound playground, as they romped and rejoiced like children experiencing a magical land. Already a few centuries had passed, and Elizabeth had become more skilled at touching physical surfaces. She would giggle when her hand passed through a tree or rock if she was not concentrating.

One warm, sun-filled day a millennium after her arrival, she decided to test herself and experience what it would be like to merge her consciousness with a rock. She glided over the landscape in search of the ideal formation for her experiment. She drifted along the white beaches, looking at each potential rock as one might observe the delicacies on a table set for a great feast. She knew it was one thing to pass through an object‹it was another thing to touch it and, even greater yet, to become one with it. So this was not only a challenge to her physical senses, but a challenge to her conscious awareness.

From the moment Elizabeth arrived on the planet, she had realized she could not fully comprehend the third dimension without becoming one with it. The question which gnawed at her soul was, Are we here as guests or family? The question perplexed her and the answers swimming through her mind confused her. She wondered, Are we in it or of it? She hoped to soon find out.

Elizabeth had chosen a rock because it was the densest and most foreign to the concept of consciousness. She was aware John had merged with a tree. Determined to choose an even greater challenge, she smiled at the ongoing yet friendly competition between them. Allowing her foot to dip into the waves as she effortlessly glided along the ocean’s edge, she thought she could feel the press of the wind against her body ever so slightly. Noting that her foot left no wake, she longed for the day when the wind would toss her hair and her touch would ripple the waters.

She focused her attention on Atlantiana, the largest island of Atlantis, whose vast northern white beaches were scattered with various rocks and boulders, many jutting into the ocean. She found them all fascinating, some but a few hundred pounds and others hundreds of tons. She saw each of them as unique, pink crystals sparkling in the spray of the sea. Each had been torn loose from the granite bedrock beneath the island during its formation. Elizabeth was humbled by their beauty and the creative power they represented.

Gliding among these natural sculptures, Elizabeth passed through a cluster of smaller formations. As she rounded the last one, she found what she was looking for. Jutting out from the water’s edge was a magnificent boulder fifteen feet high. She floated admiringly around it. It delighted her. She could see the waves crashing against its massive body, spray dashing across its surface, promising a multitude of sensations. Its form was a symphony of textures and shapes smoothed by the ocean’s touch, but jagged and cracked where the waves were unable to reach.

This sparkling pink monument called out to her soul. And then beyond her fondest hopes‹she saw it! There, in the loving bosom of this wonderful creation, was a pool of water. So overcome with the grandeur and beauty of this gift from the earth, an unexpected sigh passed her lips. With the thrill of anticipation she thought, In merging with this great rock, I’ll be able to hold the ocean before my time. She smiled as she watched the waves lap unhindered through her bare feet as she stood ankle deep in the crystal clear water. Though her senses were still muted, she trembled as she reached out to gently touch the cool stone. Focusing all her concentration, she stroked this magnificent being, gently touching its surface as a mother might lovingly touch her child’s cheek. Her fingers sought to feel the coolness of the rock, as one touches the cold of winter through a pane of glass.

Even though she could pass her hand through the rock without a thought, it was far more difficult to maintain her touch on its surface. Stopping at an object’s physical edge took extreme concentration and sensitivity to energy. A grin flashed across her face as she thought of the years ahead when the opposite would be true‹when she would have no difficulty touching physicality but would have great difficulty getting through it. No matter how physically limiting the third dimensional experience would become, she was like an adolescent waiting to grow up. Far in the back of her mind, though, she knew the day would come that as an ‘adult’ she would wish to be a child again. Briefly it entered her mind to question what the effects might be to lower her vibrations to such a level, but the thought was quickly dismissed by her youthful enthusiasm to merge with this glorious creation. As a young maiden awaiting the passionate embrace of her lover for the very first time, she knew there was no turning back.

Spring, summer and fall had come and gone on the island of Atlantiana and her hand had moved but an inch upon the stone. She allowed her fingers to lightly flow over the curves and ridges, seeking to sense the most minute changes in its direction and form. She savored each variation as a sweet morsel of delicate sensations. Over the following year, she became quite adept at allowing her fingers to journey across the mountains and valleys of its surface. A decade passed while Elizabeth kept her vigil. Exploring this object of her affection, she examined every ridge and curve, both above and below the ground. She knew it and loved it as she knew her own body and, just as her body was changing through the years, she became aware of the minute changes in the rock¹s form and shape caused by the ocean¹s unceasing onslaught.

Undistracted by the need for food, water or sleep, she dedicated all of her energies to her quest. When she needed rest, she simply quieted her mind into a meditative state. During one of these rest times, she remembered the time when, in her enthusiasm to touch a scurrying rabbit, she had put her hand right through the small creature, nearly scaring it to death. Smiling, she recalled her penance, a large patch of sweet clover created by her thoughts. Her gift was readily accepted, forgiveness given and they each went on their own way.

She recalled on a particularly warm, moonlit night having seen the great ship in the heavens. Speaking to Michael, she had invited him to experience this precious rock through her thoughts. He readily accepted, as her hand caressed a particularly textured formation in the rock. Now adept at touch, her contact with the cool, moist surface was particularly strong. Sending a resounding Ohm throughout the heavens, Michael acknowledged and gave thanks to his friend.

Elizabeth was ready. The time had come for her to become one with the earth through this rock. She had been a good student and had learned her lessons well. She had only come upon this great work of art forty years ago. ‘Quite expedient.’ She smiled to herself. ‘I’m a quick study.’ She had learned a lesson that would later be forgotten by humanity and would take eons to remember‹to become one with something, you must first observe it fully, know it completely, honor it unceasingly and respect it totally.

The moment had arrived. Her yearning to become one with this creation was to become a reality. She was aware of the rock’s willingness to participate in her adventure, and with gratitude, she stepped into it. For years she had studied the exact place within the rock where she perceived she would experience the most delight. Now totally encompassed in pure pink granite, she sat cross-legged, cupping her hands around the water-filled bowl created by the waves. For twenty-eight years, moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, month by month, year by year, the creator and the creation became one as she sat in the bosom of the rock in quiet stillness. It was impossible to distinguish a separation between herself and the object of her love, for their consciousnesses had joined. She knew the thoughts of the rock, its yearning to become one with the sands of the beach‹its brothers and sisters. To her amazement and delight, in this union she had become one with each grain of sand. In becoming one with the rock, she had become one with the tree, the bird, the sea, the earth itself. Upon her hard stony face, she could feel the spray of the ocean imperceptibly tearing her down. She could feel the very heartbeat of the Mother, resonating through the rock firmly implanted thirty feet below the surface. She could feel the pool of water in her hands, refilled by the waves overflowing from the sea, as a gift and an offering to her. She thanked the rock, the earth, the sea and the wind for what she had learned‹the oneness of all creation. Never before had she felt so complete, so whole and so at one with herself, this world and the universe.

Each year their union became stronger. She learned how to honor change and adjust accordingly. She came to understand the cycles of existence in this garden and willingly gave up morsels of her body to be devoured by the sea, knowing that nothing was lost. It amazed her that some of her was now a thousand miles away, drawn by the tides and the currents to grace other beaches. She had come to understand that nothing was ever lost, only changed. Physicality was a vibrant, moving exploration of itself in which the ingredients would have the opportunity to experience everything in creation. She realized that a single drop of water would become part of the sea, would pulse through the veins of a tiger, or fall as a raindrop, or a tear. What a wonderful adventure this world was and, indeed, it was good.

About a century and a half after her union with the rock, a great storm arose. As the waves submerged her being, she could feel tiny particles of sand being thrown against her body like needles. As a matter of fact, some of the particles were from herself.

The winds calmed and the skies cleared as the dark, threatening gray clouds turned into white puffs of cotton in the sky. She had experienced and lived as the earth. She had felt the butterfly land on a twig on the far side of the globe. She had held the little crabs, laughing and giggling as they climbed over her body, their tiny feet tickling her as they rejoiced in the pool of water she held for them to play in. That same pool of water became a dinner plate for a seagull as it devoured her little friends, the crabs. She had experienced an entrapped fish die of starvation in her hands and she felt that same life return ten thousand miles away in an inland cove. As energy cycled through her body, so did the seasons and the return of life upon this great planet.

She remained one with the rock for a thousand years, and it was now time for her to depart. She had experienced what she had desired to learn, and she bid farewell to her host. Thanking Earth and kissing the rock with her consciousness, she stepped out.

As she did, she heard a little splash and turned just in time to see a slight ripple in the water by her feet. She moved her foot again but no ripple was seen. Was it her imagination?

She didn’t think so, and the rock agreed.

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