
With 3D eyes, December 21, 2012 looked like this: from 4:45AM until well past midnight I sat, danced, walked or sang in meditation. There were hours of solitude, some spent in a darkened room, and others in a sunlit room. Tears were shed in deep grief. Anger and confusion emerged. Parts of it aren’t remembered. I slept on and off.
With 5D awareness there was a corridor of golden light beams, sparkling showers of light, with wave after wave of pulsing energy moving through my body – sacred geometric forms swirled around me – still now the visual and sensation of it is instantly accessible. Joyous blasts of bliss enveloped me. Yet all around me looks the same.
So what happened?
First let me be absolutely clear – I am speaking to that which is not able to be defined. As these words leave this screen and begin to be processed by the left side of your brain, this becomes a fruitless enterprise. I cannot write here about ascension because ascension is not learned, it is done. I would not pretend to know what it is for your soul. Music, the language of the soul, comes closest to voicing the experience. Ascension is a release, a letting go.