There are multiple roles within the Great Earth Mission. Humanity has all but forgotten the mission and Individuals have certainly their personal roles.
They've forgotten the many Mission components:
One role is held by those we call the Empaths, the ones who had agreed to sense of a wider range of energy vibrations. This is in contrast to the majority of the population who use only 5 physical senses, i.e. touch, taste, smell, see and sound, to interpret the world.
Let's use a common model to add clarity. Around us are many devices that emit and receive unseen energy frequencies, a radio picks up radio waves, a TV receives TV vibrations, cell phones pick up cell frequencies, etc. There is not one technical device that receives and interprets all of them.
n Humankind, most individuals pick up a limited range of vibrations of what we call the physical world. An Empath is very close to a device that is sensitive enough to feel the wider range of the frequencies in this model; the radio, TV and cell phone. In actuality, they sense the ranges of Spiritual intuitive waves, Emotional frequencies, Mental vibrations as easily as those vibrations we call physical. What most Empaths do not understand is why or what to do with this gift. Some feel bombarded with the unseen vibrations, especially around groups of people.
Our Earth Mission involved incarnating onto a physical planet, Earth. We know that Earth space is very contaminated. It is filled with heavier vibrations such as fear, lack, blame, control, violence, etc. and those vibrations constrict life flow and expansion. Humanity came because of the contamination. We knew we would be working in regions where domination, control, greed, abuse, fear, lack, etc. exist. And, as intelligent Beings, we make plans as to how to keep each other safe while we transformed the "mess". We know it would be dangerous.
There are others who have had risky jobs. Think of miners working underground in the coal fields. Before technology these workers could quickly be overcome with suddenly released toxins in the coal environment. Before they were aware, the miners could be overcome by the unseen fumes and die underground.
One solution was to take a caged canary down into the shaft with them. Being smaller and possibly more sensitive to the toxins, canaries became the early warning system. When the canary began acting strangely or died, the coal workers had better get out of the mine.
Empaths among us are the "canaries for humanity". Our mission to remove the cause of toxic energy and agendas that destroy life has to be done within the toxic contained energy field that we call Earth.
OUR PURPOSE IS NOT TO SURVIVE IN SPITE OF THE TRAPPING AND DESTROYING ENERGY WAVES FROM DOMINATION, GREED, CONTROL, VIOLENCE AND USURY. It is to identify these vibrations radiating from these agendas, name them and command the removal of the entire configuration back to its Home of Origin.
The beginning insertion of these agendas was made into the unseen dimensions before Earth. It is those programs broadcasting their low, heavy, destructive frequencies that has constricted the Divine Family Flow. Now there are imprints, patterns, concepts held in all dimensions, i.e. Spiritual, Emotional, lMental and now into physical systems, cultures and forms that is the toxic culture in which we live. It is easy to sense them with of 5 senses, i.e., domestic violence, murder, war, rape culture, dominating leaders, etc. Many will sense the emotions generated from situations.
An empath, however, will sense energy disruptions that are hidden from most. They sense somethings '"off" when the vibration is Spiritual, Emotional, or Mental, even before it has slowed down enough to be "seen" as real by our physical senses. They are members of the early warning collective, the whistle blowers. They are the ones who give us a red flag that says, "STOP'", "DANGER", "EVALUATE", and even, "GET OUT NOW!"
In our greater political cultures, they have been demeaned, ignored, prosecuted to the detriment of our country and mission. In dysfunctional families, they are called troublemakers, are diminished, ignored and often separated from the family.
Are you an empath? Consider that your sensitivities are a great contribution to our mission and world. It was not intended that you learn to toughen up, build a tough skin, disassociate or ignore your sensory input. Nor was it intended that you identify and fix the problematic frequency. Your voice of warning was to heard, valued and acted upon.
You are also the MINER who is carrying this sensitive canary into every situation. That MINER part of yourself has responsibility also. It is to "hear" the canary "sense" the discomfort and then to ACT for yourself. Get out of the mine shaft! In the process, the warning, "Something is dangerous, not right, damaging here!" is given.
The additional action step is given to the healing and removal mission groups. You can name the energy as TOXIC / NOT Acceptable* and turn over to our Spiritual PTO group residing in the unseen worlds of Galactic Spirit. They can then act to identify, neutralize, condense, remove and seal the energy forms in their Original Home.
It is those on the Earth Mission Force who wake up, remember their assignments and begin acting on them who will cause our World to Shift.
You are One!
*Learn about NOT Acceptable
That is My experience of the subjugation of women became physical when I been married less than 3 months. It happened when I served green beans for dinner.
There was never any recognizable abuse , control or domination in my home. My dad was very busy with church and work but he appreciated my mom's place in the running of the home. I remember times when he instigated cleaning or cooking to help her out or to surprise her. I did not question the fact that my dad and the other men in the tribe did all of the "important' stuff. It was common for men to control the car, the checkbook and the activities. This was god's system and as while child, it created my view of the world.
As a 20 years old my tribal culture that put me close to old maid status. Having the "right" man ask you to marry him was the goal set for girls their entire lives. I had grown up being taught to cook meals, clean house, iron cloths tend babies, and stay very connected to the tenants of our tribal religion. The highest education suggested was graduation from high school. Basic education was important just because it was the thing to do, until you got married.
In 1960 was introduced to a possible partner. We talked via phone and set a date. And then another date. We talked, laughed and shared our ideas about life and what we wanted. No surprise that our "dreams" matched, it was what we had each been taught but the authority voices in our church. Although I had a tiny inner voice say, "He is a nice man, not for marriage", I had not been taught or allowed to get such inner guidance and so when he asked me to marry him, I said "Yes".
During the marriage ceremony, the only advice I remember getting from the officiator, one of the "tribal hierarchy, was "Don't go to bed with harsh word between you, obey your husband". No problem. I had observed my mom and dad. He took good care of my mom, even thought out the important stuff for her, because he loved her.
In my limited experience, I didn't not know that there were other models for marriage and that my husband came from an entirely different one. I was not "street smart".
So, one evening I returned home from my full time job. Even though my husband who was between school and a job and had been home all day, it was my job to fix dinner, which I did. I don't remember all of the specifics although I know that it was an acceptable one because that is what I had been taught. Our kitchen was very small with the table close to the stove. My husband was seated by the stove while I took the chair closer to the wall. At some point, my husband noted that the bowl containing the green beans was empty. Indeed it was. So, I responded with the information, "Sure is. There are more in the pan on the stove just next to you," expecting him to reach over, pick up the pan and replenish the bean bowl. Made sense to me.
That is NOT WHAT HAPPENED!
In His world, replenishing the food was a woman's job!
And, in addition, he took measures to let me know that "he" was to be treated as the king in his home. That meant that I was to get up, take the bowl, squeeze by him, refill the beans, set it on the table and go on with the meal. Too shocked to think about what had just happened, I did just that. Then, to make sure that I got the message, he would not speak to me for the next three days.
That began my downward slide into domination without recognizing or naming it so. It required being watchful of his words and behavior, to be ahead of his possible reactions. It required giving up outside friends, adhering to his concepts of life in order to be approved of and to be supported.
You may ask why I did not reach out for help. Good question. The religious tenant regarding men and women was god given, there was no fault in the tenant. If this relationship did not work it was because something was wrong with me or the way I was interacting. In the 1960's, domestic violence or control was never mentioned, the counseling available put the blame on the woman and told her to try harder.
For those born after the stands taken by women during the '60's and 70's, you must remember: We have come a Long Way Baby! Don't be lulled back into sleep by the gains.
WE have a long way yet the concept that men hold the power and women are lesser is alive and well in world... as you see every day.
It is up to Women to hold hands with one another, evaluate what could be lost, what is still yet to gain and how we can bring our clarity, strength and gifts together and create the world that benefits All in the Web of Life.
I encourage you to Vision, and to Imagine such a World, ask, "What is my role to play?" and then look for your Sister Groups.
Most important is to Listen! Don't do as I did with my inner voice of guidance… "not marriage". Your purpose and safety is held within the power of the Solar Plexus, Wisdom Center. Heed and Act!
Sending love and as always, available for conversations and mentoring of assistance.
It was a beautiful sunny fall day in 1995. I had published my first book, The Ancient Ones, The Mission Remembered. Now, I was on the first tour to promote the book. Since the July publication, I had been in Utah, the Bay Area of California, spent a week with my family on the Olympic Peninsula and was now introducing myself and book to the Seattle area.
The day had been going well until I walked into the last bookstore. The owner was gone having forgotten our appointment. Nothing to do but head home. As I got back into my car, I thought about cold lemonade. A 40 minute drive home. Hot day, cool drink. Sounded good!
As I went to pull out of my parking space, my Spiritual team said, "Why don't you go on home." I argued, " Cold lemonade would taste mighty good." Then the reply, "Traffic will be questionable if you wait." "Oh, but a lemonade would be a great treat." "You can get one once you're out of the city if you want." No pressure. Just a suggestion. I had learned to listen to those subtle "suggestions".
So, I pulled onto the freeway and drove home. When I pulled to the curb, my 15 year old son and 11 year old granddaughter came running out of the front door to my car. That was a first!
My thought was, "Wow, this is probably what a dad feels like when his kids rush him after work." I smiled.
And then everything went sideways.
"Carolyn's been in an accident!' they shouted.
Carolyn, my youngest daughter, had stayed in Utah to finish at Weber State University when my son and I had moved to Washington state.
Accident! How, What, questions whirled through my brain as we walked in three legged tandem into the house.
My daughter Teresa pulled me in. "We have been trying to find you," she said. It was the world before cell phones. "Carolyn was in a car accident, hit by a semi and is in the hospital. We have tickets booked. David has packed you a suitcase and we were just getting ready to leave." It all came out in a rush and trickled down my spine.
I dropped my books in my room, was rushed into the back seat as my son in law, daughter and 3 year old granddaughter drove to the SeaTac airport and a flight to Salt Lake City.
Had I ignored or diminished the message, had I stopped for lemonade, I would have missed the flight.
The journey with Carolyn and the 23 months before she felt complete with the earthily portion of her Soul journey is another story.
What I want to share in this letter is an important truth I learned after Carolyn consciously left her body on July 20, 1997.
Regular conversations with her in that new world of Spirit began on July 21, 1997 and we visited every morning for the rest of the year. We talked about her accident, our relationship and her experience in the new phase of life.
I want to share a conversation that I had with her that informed what I chose with Keith's passing this year. Also, what I encouraged my family members and others to consider. This is from writings of a conversation with Carolyn about her accident and death experience.
"I am a little sad tonight, missing all of you. I will be hovering with everyone tonight and tomorrow. I hope my presence helps rather than aggravates. I know it has really helped me to spend time with you. For some over here, “death” has meant instantaneous severing by their physical family....it is extremely difficult.
"Even though the idea that the Soul never dies is fairly common, our culture has not taken the next step to education ourselves on the language needed to continue relationships beyond the void. Many who have made the transition we call "death", try to stay in touch. They call out, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive! When those without a physical body suit move close to those they love, their loved one's energy field resonates to the Soul presence. There may be a feeling of coldness. And most usually it triggers memories from their times together. Instead of recognizing that the Soul presence is there to Love, Calm, Bless, the one in physical body is sent into great waves of grief and loss.
"When this happens again and again, the Soul discovers that in order to stop painful memories and grief, it is best to stay farther away. That is the true loss for those on this side.
"Treat this as if I am in a foreign country with only phone or mail access. When you think about me, quiet down and call me! I really need the calls from home, from family. The sadness you all feel will become empty. The calls would enrich both of our lives!"
And I have been blessed with experience after experience of such conversations. So, when Keith passed, I encouraged anyone who would listen to set aside time to "talk" with him. The practice can be as simple as setting Sacred Space and quieting the mind. Then, asking one question and waiting with a pencil and notebook for the answer. It gives a beginning. The answer may come as words, symbols, feelings or even colors. It is through making the effort to begin and recording the conversations that the relationship can continue. And as you begin, be willing to reach out to ask for help.
I hope that this idea helps your "boxed" limits drop away so the you might hear those subtle suggestions like, "Don't stop for lemonade." or "I'm alive and still with you!" Building a language that works for you creates the bridge between the worlds your loved ones may be traveling.
Sending blessings of love and insight for you and your life!
We have been living in a culture that creates boxes. In most of our "boxes", only a few can hear messages from Spiritual worlds. The box says, "If you hear voices beyond the "real world", there is something wrong with you." or "If you hear voices beyond the "real world", you are on the level of a Master." or "Sharing messages for the unseen is only for the elite few and the masses are to worship such done and obey." In most boxes, if a message purports to come from God, Ascended Masers, a channel, than that message has the weight of absolute truth.
The social, religious structures that grow from such concepts have crippled the expansive capacities within human kind.
My paternal Grandmother lived during a time when ..… She was in an environmental activist before there were such. She saved water by throwing her dish washing water onto her thirsty garden plants. She walked rather than drove the 10 miles to Church and back. She grew what her family are. But then, she always deferred to the men; her husband, sons and religious leaders, who were men, of course. But, there were two stories that she told me as I was growing up. They peaked my curiosity and I didn't know why.
The first happened one day as she was walking along the bank of a large canal on her way to Church. My grandmother was deathly afraid of water and took great care in the presence of any large, wet body. So what happened that day is a mystery. Why was she was close enough to fall into this deep canal? But, fall she did and found herself wet, sinking in deep, rushing water. My young Grandma was petrified. No one else was around. Did she yell, scream? cry? curse?
I don't recall that Grandma told me what she did, but knowing Grandma, I'll bet she prayed and prayed as the water tossed her about. Then everything went black. She doesn't know how or for how long. Just that everything went black.
The next thing she knew she was standing on the bank of the canal, dripping wet. Wet, not muddy from climbing up the bank, just wet. Awake and standing.
She never postulated to me what she thought or who she thought had lifted her from the water. That would have been outside of her box. And there was something about her eyes that said, "Spiritual happens, but only to men and so I cannot say more" Her box.
My Grandmother was a powerful prayerer. (That is a new word.) That takes me to her second experience. It shared occurred during World War II. Three of her children were in the military, two seeing action.
One morning, Grandma carried her breakfast dishwater out to the back door to water her vegetables. Putting the pan down on the floor so that she could pushed open the screen door, as she normally did, Grandma looked out and stood in shock.
Her entire back yard appeared filled with water as expansive as the ocean. Waves rolled in and out and on that open water military helmets and debris floated. Then she heard the voice of her oldest son, "Mom' pray for us!"
I can imagine my Grandma letting the screen door slam shut as she hurries to her bedroom and hits her knees. She never reported how long she stayed there and I know it could have been hours. She would not have moved until she "felt" her son was safe.In his next letter, my uncle wrote of an encounter that had occurred as his troop was being moved in the ocean to a new fighting zone. He wrote that he called to her over and over. The crew and ship made it through safely.
She did not make a great deal about it. Just a story to her granddaughter. Were my Grandmother's innate Spiritual gifts acknowledged and cultivated? No. Her box did not allow that for a woman.
It has taken me 70 years to discover, unwind, reframe, reclaim and encourage this rich heritage for myself and grandchildren.
We all, especially women, have the capacity of Spiritual Wise Women. Leaders whose visions and voices have been discounted for generations. A Lack that has caused suffering to our families, communities, countries and world. Multitudes have suffered from lack of women's wisdom. Women's visions come from Good, Wisdom, Creativity, Integrity to the benefit of all of Life.
What about you? Your inherited beliefs. Your tribal concepts? Consider opening a window in your social, religious, or cultural boxes. Learning from other as to how they see the world does not require that you agree nor does it mean that you will be endangered.
When we open our minds in curiosity to the rich diversity, we are expanded and our world is benefited.
I'd love to hear where you chose to stretch. You can leave comments, email me at email@example.com or visit my Facebook page.
Sharon Riegie Maynard
After Forty years of working within the worlds we call Spiritual and with Beings of the Highest Integrity, I am honored to share my path to spark and empower your own.