DNA is not fixed. It's changeable, and it changes to reflect our current state of consciousness. As we grow and develop, it changes to reflect that. It also upgrades through body communication with beloveds and friends.
As we communicate with those close to us, through the proximity of our physical bodies, we are also communicating cellularly and our DNA is exchanging information. The more varied our DNA, the better. It makes us stronger, and it opens up avenues for growth and change, that make growth and change more possible.
Anna, Saint Anne as she is known in the Catholic church, the mother of Mary and the grandmother of Yeshua (Jesus), was a highly developed spiritual adept. She studied matters of the Spirit with masters in Palestine, Egypt, India, England, and throughout the Mediterranean area. She was also a physical immortal, having mastered the practices of cellular regeneration. She lived for 400 years before she was fully prepared and ready to birth Mary. The level of light that Mary carried had to be brought forth through one who could match the vibration, or the pregnancy wouldn't have succeeded. All of Anna's preparation and development affected and grew her DNA and raised her vibratory level.
Mary had Yeshua when she was 16 years old. It was beneficial to the process of bringing him through to have him as young as possible while still ensuring the safety of them both. She was protected within a community of Essenes who knew who she was and what she had been born to do. She followed a course of spiritual study, developing herself for the task of birthing Yeshua. Though she had a very high vibration herself, by birthing Yeshua while she was as young as possible, she was in a more pure state with fewer things to transmute within herself and was able to keep her vibration high enough to sync with Yeshua's. To raise the level of the DNA that would be passed on to Yeshua even higher, Mary's DNA was combined with a combination of off-planet DNA, and although human, Yeshua brought with him a new hybridization of DNA to the planet.
Yeshua had a number of children, through whom his more expanded and informed DNA was passed on to the generations that followed. And, when Yeshua's public mission was complete and he retreated to India with his wives and some of his children, the rest of the family dispersed themselves over far reaches of geography in order to spread their DNA throughout the world as best they could. They were also in hiding and running for their lives from those who felt so threatened by their awareness and the light they carried that they wanted to kill them.
At this point in time, either through direct genetic transmission, or through physical proximity and energetic tramsmission, we all carry the DNA that Yeshua brought in to the planet. We've all received the upgrade. And, our DNA is continuing to upgrade and transform as our planet upgrades and transforms. The DNA that was implanted in the time of Yeshua has done its job and brought us to the point where we can be receptive to the upgrades we're in the process of receiving now.
We travel much more now than peoples of the past. And, as we travel, we are in the process of upgrading and expanding our DNA, which makes it more possible to receive and integrate the light infusions we're all currently being given. As each one of us heals, transmutes the past, and raises our consciousness, we lift each other up. None of us do this work alone. Since the Life that lives us is the same, and we are all part and parcel of the same energetic field, we are inextricably linked.
So, know that you have Christed DNA in your chain. It's there, affecting and transforming each and every one us every second. It's been in the chain of planetary DNA for two millennia, working to prepare and open us for the planetary upgrade and vibrational change we're all experiencing right now. We came in knowing what we were going to be participating in and wanting to be here. We've prepared for lifetimes on more planets than this one to be ready for this opportunity to grow in consciousness and uplift our vibration in sync with our planet as we move into a new dimension. And, we are ready. No matter what it looks like in the world of form, we got this.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Moving to San Diego
It's raining in Albuquerque. And, as something let go in the weather to allow the rain to fall, something seemed to let go in me today. I slowed down. I let go...a little.
I'm moving to San Diego. And, as much as my soul knows that that's my next step, my human is feeling some overwhelm and anxiety. If I could just teleport myself, my cats, and my stuff there, it would be okay; but, since that's not possible, the 3D physical stuff has got me going a little crazy. I also find the explaining of my actions to the people around me to be a bit stressful. If it was a mental decision with a string of logical steps and conclusions, it would be easier; but, it's a decision that comes from the depth of my being with more emotion than logic. And, since I moved to the place where I'm living only six months ago, the decision to move again is even more challenging to explain.
I've been having what I finally realized were panic attacks. My heart would race for no reason, I'd get short of breath with no cause. My digestion has been upset. For a while now, these symptoms have been passing me without registering. I would feel them, but then ignore them. But, today, because I slowed down and started to be with what was happening, I realized that my anxiety is taking physical expression.
I've moved more than the normal person. My family moved every two years for my whole childhood until we finally settled into a house that my parents bought when I started high school. I lived in that house for four years and then moved out to be on my own. I moved every few years, and sometimes every year, until I found the last apartment I had in Santa Monica. I lived there for eight years, which is the longest I've lived anywhere in my life. I've been in Albuquerque for almost five years and I've lived in four different places in that time. And, now, I'm moving everything back across the country to be in San Diego. Moving from one side of town to the other is a lot, but moving from one state to another is really daunting.
I downsized by half when I moved into the apartment where I am now. And, I'll downsize again as I get ready to pack for the move to California. I enjoy getting rid of things and having less. It always feels good to let stuff go. But, it takes time to go through everything and make all the decisions about what stays and what goes. And, it has an emotional component to it. A lot of emotions get triggered as one makes the decisions about what one needs, or wants, and what one needs to let go of. Moving doesn't just stir up things in a physical sense, it stirs up things on every level. So, apart from dealing with all of what the physical demands, there's a lot of internal stuff moving around and processing through as well.
Albuquerque has been a joy for the most part. I've loved this city and its people. There is an unsurpassing beauty here that has surrounded and nurtured me. And, I will miss the Sandia Mountains, which I love. But, my being needs the ocean. I ache and yearn for the water. I've never lived away from the water until I moved here. And, it didn't really bother me for the first four years because I was still traveling a lot and getting periods of time at the water. Things changed when I retired and the traveling stopped. I've been in Albuquerque for the last year with no time away, and my need for the ocean has made itself known loud and clear. I dream about the ocean. I dream of seagulls, and kelp drying in the sun on the beach. I smell the salty moisture of the water and feel the ting of it in the air. During the last animal communication session I had with my cats, they were showing images of the ocean to the animal communicator. She couldn't understand why they were showing her the ocean when we live in Albuquerque, but it's because they were picking it up from me.
Family is also calling. Over the last year, I've become much closer to my sister. We've been talking more over the phone and I've been missing her. So, by moving to San Diego, I get the ocean and I get family. Since I grew up in San Diego, it's like going home. But, I've now lived away from it for longer than I lived in it, so I know that it will be a very different place. And, I'm a different person. When I left in my 20's, I was looking for and wanting so many things. I had things to find out about myself and things to prove. But, as I come back now, I know myself and I have nothing to prove. I've done what I wanted to do and I've traveled the world. I'm a softer, quieter person who's been pretty much stripped to the bone.
I'm driving to San Diego first to find a place to live and then coming back to pack and move. I'm not looking forward to the drive, but it is what it is. I'm looking for places to live in the same, small beach community I lived in before I moved away from San Diego. And, I'll look for work as a waitress once I get there, which is what I did years and years ago. So, it's a real full-circle moment. I could arrange things so I didn't have to work, but I'm actually looking forward to working. I've had a year of total freedom and lack of structure, so I feel okay now about finding work. And, I like the idea of waitressing. I always enjoyed it when I did it before and I expect to enjoy it now.
I'm excited and melancholy all at the same time. I'm holding space for what is to come, and I'm honoring what is done and what I'm parting with. It's a new chapter, and I have no idea what it will hold, but I'm excited by the possibilities that it offers. I didn't know this was what I'd be doing until a couple of weeks ago. I'd felt something coming, but it hadn't taken shape yet. Then, rather suddenly, it became clear, and I knew where I was to go and what I had to do. All there is left is to do it. So, after a year of rest, I'm on my way. Wish me luck!
I'm moving to San Diego. And, as much as my soul knows that that's my next step, my human is feeling some overwhelm and anxiety. If I could just teleport myself, my cats, and my stuff there, it would be okay; but, since that's not possible, the 3D physical stuff has got me going a little crazy. I also find the explaining of my actions to the people around me to be a bit stressful. If it was a mental decision with a string of logical steps and conclusions, it would be easier; but, it's a decision that comes from the depth of my being with more emotion than logic. And, since I moved to the place where I'm living only six months ago, the decision to move again is even more challenging to explain.
I've been having what I finally realized were panic attacks. My heart would race for no reason, I'd get short of breath with no cause. My digestion has been upset. For a while now, these symptoms have been passing me without registering. I would feel them, but then ignore them. But, today, because I slowed down and started to be with what was happening, I realized that my anxiety is taking physical expression.
I've moved more than the normal person. My family moved every two years for my whole childhood until we finally settled into a house that my parents bought when I started high school. I lived in that house for four years and then moved out to be on my own. I moved every few years, and sometimes every year, until I found the last apartment I had in Santa Monica. I lived there for eight years, which is the longest I've lived anywhere in my life. I've been in Albuquerque for almost five years and I've lived in four different places in that time. And, now, I'm moving everything back across the country to be in San Diego. Moving from one side of town to the other is a lot, but moving from one state to another is really daunting.
I downsized by half when I moved into the apartment where I am now. And, I'll downsize again as I get ready to pack for the move to California. I enjoy getting rid of things and having less. It always feels good to let stuff go. But, it takes time to go through everything and make all the decisions about what stays and what goes. And, it has an emotional component to it. A lot of emotions get triggered as one makes the decisions about what one needs, or wants, and what one needs to let go of. Moving doesn't just stir up things in a physical sense, it stirs up things on every level. So, apart from dealing with all of what the physical demands, there's a lot of internal stuff moving around and processing through as well.
Albuquerque has been a joy for the most part. I've loved this city and its people. There is an unsurpassing beauty here that has surrounded and nurtured me. And, I will miss the Sandia Mountains, which I love. But, my being needs the ocean. I ache and yearn for the water. I've never lived away from the water until I moved here. And, it didn't really bother me for the first four years because I was still traveling a lot and getting periods of time at the water. Things changed when I retired and the traveling stopped. I've been in Albuquerque for the last year with no time away, and my need for the ocean has made itself known loud and clear. I dream about the ocean. I dream of seagulls, and kelp drying in the sun on the beach. I smell the salty moisture of the water and feel the ting of it in the air. During the last animal communication session I had with my cats, they were showing images of the ocean to the animal communicator. She couldn't understand why they were showing her the ocean when we live in Albuquerque, but it's because they were picking it up from me.
Family is also calling. Over the last year, I've become much closer to my sister. We've been talking more over the phone and I've been missing her. So, by moving to San Diego, I get the ocean and I get family. Since I grew up in San Diego, it's like going home. But, I've now lived away from it for longer than I lived in it, so I know that it will be a very different place. And, I'm a different person. When I left in my 20's, I was looking for and wanting so many things. I had things to find out about myself and things to prove. But, as I come back now, I know myself and I have nothing to prove. I've done what I wanted to do and I've traveled the world. I'm a softer, quieter person who's been pretty much stripped to the bone.
I'm driving to San Diego first to find a place to live and then coming back to pack and move. I'm not looking forward to the drive, but it is what it is. I'm looking for places to live in the same, small beach community I lived in before I moved away from San Diego. And, I'll look for work as a waitress once I get there, which is what I did years and years ago. So, it's a real full-circle moment. I could arrange things so I didn't have to work, but I'm actually looking forward to working. I've had a year of total freedom and lack of structure, so I feel okay now about finding work. And, I like the idea of waitressing. I always enjoyed it when I did it before and I expect to enjoy it now.
I'm excited and melancholy all at the same time. I'm holding space for what is to come, and I'm honoring what is done and what I'm parting with. It's a new chapter, and I have no idea what it will hold, but I'm excited by the possibilities that it offers. I didn't know this was what I'd be doing until a couple of weeks ago. I'd felt something coming, but it hadn't taken shape yet. Then, rather suddenly, it became clear, and I knew where I was to go and what I had to do. All there is left is to do it. So, after a year of rest, I'm on my way. Wish me luck!
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