Easter Sunday

April 4, 2010
We drive to the pyramid in the snow. It’s Easter Sunday, a day of remembrance and reconciliation. The part of me that thinks about danger, safety and prudence is concerned because several cars don’t have chains or 4-wheel drive. Normally I would advise people not to drive in these conditions, but our clarity of purpose is too strong to be denied.

We are a group of 25 people in love. In love with God, in love with multi-dimensional Beings and Guides, in love with our assignment, and in love with each other.

When we drive into the parking area, I am the first person out of the car, and I greet the man waiting for us, the builder of this pyramid. Meeting his eyes, I experience an electrical contact between us. This person is so powerful, his eyes are like lasers. As Ursa arrives in a large SUV, I tell him that she is one of our leaders, and he moves to greet her.

It is cold and dark inside the pyramid. Sybil has loaned me a warm shawl, for which I am deeply grateful. People are shifting around, trying to find the appropriate spot for their unique energy within this pyramid. I am clear that I have been assigned to do the soil balancing process before we begin, and again before we leave. I unzip the plastic bag containing the Perelandra Soil Balancing Kit. The sound of the crinkly plastic disturbs the person next to me, and she tells me to stop. Stopping is not an option, so I continue with the test, finding that two soil balancers are needed. I hold each in my hand in turn, offering them to Pan to infuse as needed in the pyramid. Now the soil beneath the pyramid is balanced. It is likely that our ceremony will use some of the soil nutrients, so I will re-balance them before I leave.

As I write to you today, I can’t remember all the angelic dreams we enacted that day. We sang songs of love and yearning. We sang songs of adoration and transcendence. Our songs are drawn from the traditions of many cultures – Anglo American, Celtic, Native American and Shamanic. Ancient songs and ones newly-birthed in the moment. Songs accompanied by dances of the snake and the eagle. We move in groups into the eye of the pyramid, bringing with us our most cherished dreams. Dreams of peace for our planet. Dreams enfolding and supporting our world leaders. Dreams of an abundance of clean food and water for our children and grandchildren. Dreams of unity between ourselves and the Beings of other dimensions and other planets.

And then, at the right time, in a moment after a crescendo of energy, it is done. We are complete. We have no timepiece, but later we learn that the completion was precisely at the end of the prescribed two hours that we were to be in the pyramid.

I quickly test the soil again and find that we have used 3 soil elements, which I offer to Pan for replacement. Later, I notice that one of the elements used was phosphorus, which I have read can be needed when a mothership is present. Although I did not see a ship in my inner eye, some of my companions tell me that one was present.

As we are about to descend out of the pyramid, Martha asks the men to go first and “safe-port” the women down the ladder. Some of us are wondering if this is really necessary, but Ursa reminds us that Martha is our elder and to listen to her words. And so we have the delightful and wonderfully-balanced sensation of being escorted down from this majestic pyramid under the protection of our loving and gentle men.