Spontaneous Conduction

Their strength and purpose, dormant for many millennia, anchor into the iron core of Mother. These are the Black Hills. The land is their body. Their heart is Gaia's heart. They mourn. The Black Hills ring, vibrate, tone with grief. The loss of Native life, the people, the animals, the interconnectedness was altered into obscurity. Humanity was originally created to reflect the unity and exponentially expand it. Alterations were done to refocus the expansion in fear. This split the entire timeline.

On the road to Scottsbluff, Nebraska to purchase a motorcycle trailer, a spontaneous call to action on behalf of the Sentinel beckoned me..

Singing a Ganesha chant, I anchored the energies around the van and for an uneventful travel experience. On the road to Scottsbluff, Nebraska to purchase a motorcycle trailer, a spontaneous call to action on behalf of the Sentinel beckoned me. They are unusually demanding and ask, no, require, me bring in the mahatma energies. I want to ask why but the urgency in the command moves me to purpose. I insist that my guides and helpers ensure my safe travel as I do not normally translate energy while handling machinery.

A formation of dozens of Sentinels were breaking ground. I did not realize there were so many. Rolling out of the earth in tremendous height and girth. The Earth quakes or I feel it but nothing visually changes. I am connected through all of their bodies as they gather forces. I am unable to discern the reason. Trusting the bond between us, my heart joins the march. Each step of their enormous limbs splashed into the land like wading through water. They were up to their knees in earth. making great strides, unencumbered by matter. Dirt and rocks are airborne only to be reabsorbed into the surface, rippling for a moment then still.

A vibrational hum emanating from their massive "lungs," made space in the structural integrity of the land. I felt the links that bind all form relax. I am the access point between the physical world and this one. I am the funnel. My ego has no place here. I am no longer identifying with any desire. I just Be.

Waves of stagnant, fetid ooze responded to the clearing tone. The vibration of the chord had an ethereal depth and dispersed the sludge into particles of Light. It glittered and then diffused into the sky, seemingly sucked through a vacuum hose. Pain and sorrow released from the depths of the structure that is Gaia.

The army of Stone Beings shedded eons of imprisonment and erupted once again as they were intended. Dormant due to a sacrifice of their lives for the continuance of human kind, they slept. Bound to protect the land, they were dismembered and buried until the reawakening.

A deep, bellow growls through their physical structure, mirroring the elements of Gaia. They officiate the realignment of the land into vibration with the original intent, releasing the residue of human indignation to welcome the return of the Light and Love from Source.

Gaia releases sorrow and invites compassion to initiate the transformation through forgiveness for Herself and for her offspring.

I cultivate the relationship to the Sentinel. They appear during meditation as a guide but mostly as a force of Earth Wisdom. Their heart, although tremendous in size, mirrors my own rhythm. "This is what a divine union feels like," I tell myself. The possibility of an equally attuned relationship with humanity is intertwined in this awakening.