The classroom transformed into a “movie”, where my mother was a little boy hiding in the bushes behind a tree somewhere in the Yucatan… it was behind this tree that she watched as her people, who were curious of these beings who just arrived on their land, unknowingly led these barbaric men from their ships on the coast, through the Yucatan, and then to their village… these white, bearded men were much larger than her people. They were dirty, and wore heavy armor- she felt fear as her people brought these strange-looking men into their lives- these men were not who they said they were, they were hiding something …
Coming back from her trance, she found her entire class sitting in silence with their mouths hanging open, and a terrified 1950’s school teacher who only knew to ask if my mother wasn’t feeling well.
There are as many paths to God, as there are people, where every choice one makes will either lead one closer or further away from their soul. No decision is ever the wrong decision, and apparently the ability to spontaneously experience a past-life (without using powerful psychedelics) runs in the family.
Despite feeling compelled her entire life to visit Mexico, this powerful yet confusing experience was sidelined, and my mother took another path. Following the path of anti-war, civil rights, and anti-colonial global directions- my mother worked from the ground up to becoming a permanent member of the world’s most prestigious humanitarian relief organization. However, living to work, it should come to no surprise that in the never-ending battle of discrimination against women and corruption even within the most “ethical” of humanitarian organizations, my mother lost herself in this work. Now retired, without borders and restrictions, her work continues as she has joined the 99% Occupy Movement.
Mother Teresa said that “love begins by taking care of the closest ones- the ones at home”. Sharing with my mother what happened along my journeys to Peru, five years ago my mother decided that for her birthday, she would finally fulfill her life’s dream and go to Mexico.
In celebration of her birthday that’s today, I am remembering the outcome of this trip that happened exactly five years ago. Upon her return, I could feel immediately a change in her aura. Something happened while she was there. She not only saw the places of a past life, but she learned that the beliefs of the Mayans, were not far removed from the beliefs of the Inca’s, the Aztecs, the Native Americans, the Egyptians, even Hindus… all these ancient civilizations were connected. The origins of humanity as we know it, are from another galaxy across the universe. An origin that has been suppressed and hidden from the mainstream, for centuries, until now.
She learned from her very unique guide, two histories: the history from the books, and the history from the people, and how very different those two versions are. When her guide began describing the Mayan legends and the importance of the ancient crystal skulls, my mother was so excited she shared with her guide my experiences with Max the Crystal Skull. He smiled and said that he too is friends with Max, in fact, he prays to Max everyday. What a peculiar coincidence 🙂
With an open mind, and open heart, I felt something change in my mother, that in my 32 years of life, I have never felt before. Since her trip she has blossomed into the woman she has always wanted to be. Despite all the horrible things that are happening in this world, there is a peace within her, an acceptance, calmness. Living from the heart, she works daily for social change and to keep us all informed of crucial developments that are purposely ignored by the mainstream media. Without borders or restrictions, my mother fights for justice, everyday. And despite all the challenges and hardships she faces walking this path, at the end of the day she shines a smile that lights up the world.
Being reminded of Buddha’s words that “awakening is natural, delusion is not”, while discussing the Reptilian Agenda visible in the New World Order being pushed by the global elite via our “elected” leaders, my mother no longer looks at me as though I am crazy. Even my Angel, who was once the biggest skeptic, questions the “official” mainstream narrative, and is slowly, but surely opening his eyes to the sun’s truth.
I can’t help but feel that 2012 really did mark the end of life cycle. An end that began sowing the seeds for a new, transformed era here on Earth. Cosmic light is spreading, the veils of deception are being lifted, and hearts and minds are opening all over the world as time is just flying by… A golden age approaches 🙂
“Never forget that you are one of a kind. Never forget that if there weren’t any need for you in all your uniqueness to be on this earth, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. And never forget, no matter how overwhelming life’s challenges and problems seem to be, that one person can make a difference in the world. In fact, it is always because of one person that all the changes that matter in the world come about. So be that one person. ” ~R. Buckminster Fuller~