My old friend Joan Bird and I got back home late Saturday from a very eventful car trip. (See last post.) Here we are sitting on the patio out back yesterday about an hour before I had to deliver her to the bus that took her to the Indy airport and her return to Arizona.
It turns out we had three destinations on our week long adventure, not two. I include some notes from each.
Rebels of Disclosure
This conference was, as Joan said, a “next level event.” By this she meant that it didn’t just focus on UFO and ET contact, like the other UFO conferences the two of us had attended for many years, starting in 1999. No, this one focused even more on the latent possibilities within human beings, some of which, in some people, are actually active and utilized routinely in daily life. For example, telepathy. This was true of not just the four presenters each day, speaking for one hour with 30 minute Q & A, but those in the audience as well. And, frankly, I have never been to a conference where the frequency was so uniformly beyond ego. Really astonishing. A near-paradisiacal immersion. Fifth Dimensional, as we say.
By the way, the conference seemed evenly composed of young, middle-aged and old. And the young people present were of such quality that I am heretofore assured that our sorry world will be redeemed.
And you know what? In that group of about 150 people, I felt like a “normie.” Me! Felt like just a regular person, not at all gifted or weird compared to those around me. (When I mentioned this back home to others here in Bloomington, that “I felt like a normie,” they all guffawed. Hmmm . . . I guess they don’t think so.)
Oh yes, I’m clairaudient at times, at those rare times when my higher self insists that I wake up in the present moment, or die. And yes, I do regularly rely on both synchronicities and intuition.
But that’s about it!
Go to this website, and scroll down to “Meet the Speakers.” Jaysan and Patrick Riley especially, fascinated me. Oh, and Susan Menawich, and Ed Spina . . . on and on. A really remarkable lineup, some of whom had never faced an audience before.
https://www.journeytotruth.online/about-1
I came away from this conference feeling humbled. And grateful for the enlarged perspective — on myself!
Cahokia
We had planned to visit Cahokia, and it turned out that just about everybody at the conference also wanted to go. So about 125 of us drove two hours south on Friday to meet up for ceremony with singing bowls, drums and chanting on top Cahokia’s largest mound, which rivals the main Giza pyramid in its footprint, and rises ten stories from the ground.
After our ceremony, on the way down, I noticed weird clouds beginning to waft in from the south west. What’s that? Unexpected. They kept rolling in, as Joan and I sat in a near-by park, eating lunch. Oops! “We need to get on the road. NOW.” I finally announced. Something about those clouds. They felt like they could harbor not only storms but tornadoes. Which, it turns out, they did. But not there. Up here in Bloomington! Where one tornado touched down, took out a post office, killed two horses, put one person in the hospital and did lots of property damage.
New Harmony
Ok. Our third and final stop, New Harmony, Indiana, a bit more than two hours from Cahokia. While we were rocked by wind and a few raindrops, we managed to stay ahead of the clouds on our way over. Once we got to our hotel however, sirens came on. And stayed on, for many long minutes. Tornado watch. But not a warning; no tornadoes actually touched down in New Harmony.
I have been to New Harmony before, once, many years ago, and had always wanted to return. Why? Because New Harmony was the site of not one, but two efforts to create utopia in the 19th century, the Harmonists from 1814 through 1824 and the Owenites from 1825 through 1827. The first community was spiritual, a rogue German Lutheran sect with its leader, and the the second secular, begun by a philanthropic industrialist. The first brought one thousand people who built 165 houses and barns, and orchards, and gardens, and became nearly self-sufficient over ten years while awaiting the return of the redeemer. But then, they left to return to Pennsylvania! (Why? I asked myself, and purchased two books that might help me to find out.) The founder then sold the entire 20,000 acres, plus all the structures, to an industrialist, who wanted to bring in artists and intellectuals, and make it possible for young men and women to learn various trades.
But that second social experiment, unlike the other, only lasted two years, likely due to the founder not being there much, but instead out on the road, prosteletyzing, and the governing structure did not really get established.
Both were experiments in socialism. Given that individualism, its opposite, runs rampant throughout western society socialist experiments are always welcome, as efforts to create, at least for a short while, a dynamic balance between the two.
And, what’s really interesting, is that those who live on in New Harmony, during the 20th (and now 21st) century, truly appreciate what their ancestors had attempted, and have made great efforts to both preserve both the old structures as well as the philosophies that inspired them.
So, the old town still lives on, as does the sweet, utopian vibration that we felt immersed in, as the two of us walked around the tiny town, and then “took the tour” which left from “the Atheneum,” a gorgeous white modernist building designed by the architect Richard Meier, near the banks of the Wabash.
