The crossroads of humanity — insanity or brilliance?

We have a choice, that needs to be made immediately, do we choose insanity or brilliance?

Recently I saw a photo of two whales dead on a beach. Their stomachs were full of plastics and junk. It got me thinking about humanity’s current state of development.

What if we need to evolve beyond the old paradigm of disregard, stupidity, and arrogance? What if our brains are the same as the stomachs of the dead whales?

What if our brains are entwined with bits of toxins that block pathways of our brilliance? What if unworthiness and self-hatred are actually like big chunks of plastic interfering with how our brains and bodies function? Just like plastic, these big globs don’t dissolve on their own. The debris leads to sickness, lack of self-worth, and feeling like a piece of shit.

This junk is entwined in our bodies and the collective unconscious and has been passed down since the beginning of mankind. I must say, every time I type the word mankind, shivers go up my spine. I have so much evidence of the killing nature of mankind. My father built bombs. What’s kind about a man annihilating masses of people with the push of a button?

The evidence of needing change is everywhere

Can you imagine being scarred for life by your punk-ass little brother? He wasn’t aware of the harm he was creating, he was responding to culture, the patriarchal structure, and the collective unconscious patterns of abusing women.

In 1985, I received a Ph.D. in Cellular Transformation, based on quantum physics, psychology, molecular biology, and spirituality, and set up a private practice. One young woman came to me in a state of panic. Every time she had sex she received a bladder infection. Imagine experiencing the luscious ecstasy of profound orgasm, and then getting a fucking bladder infection. Every single time.

She went to every medical specialist and no one knew what to do. She came to me in dire straits. Every relationship she had ended up on the rocks. Her partner wanted sex but then felt guilty about inflicting all the pain on her. She was torn inside between the pleasure and the pain. It was horrific for this beautiful young woman.

I discovered she’d been raped by her brother when she was little. During the incest, an energetic thorn jammed up her vagina into her bladder. To me, it looked like the stem of a rosebush with probing sharp thorns sticking out in all angles. And now, her lover's penis going back and forth caused the energetic thorn to inflame and damage her bladder.

Ever since a near-death experience and spontaneous awakening back in 1974, I’ve been able to see in cells and multiple dimensions. We surrounded the thorn with etheric peachy-pink energy and safely pulled out the thorn without causing further damage. Then sparkling spirals of love and gratitude scrubbed out the scummy violation, stitched back together the wound, and transformed the energetic scar tissue.

I know this sounds woo-woo, but it’s based on quantum physics and what I see. The joyful results were amazing, the bladder infections ceased and her life radically transformed for the better.

One in three women

One in three women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime. That is shocking. What’s even more horrifying is that the collective consciousness of humanity allows this to continue.

After a rape, lots of women’s vaginas look like coarse-grade sandpaper. The rage of a hot dick jammed in and whipped around becomes entwined in the flesh. This prick, with tiny razor blades crisscrossing up and down the shaft of his penis, cuts his anger and terror into the delicate, most sacred, and intimate part of a woman. The fester grows into piles of scum flowing to different parts of her body. This trauma continues to putrefy until cleaned out and healed.

The lack of self-worth grows.

The rape of women continues.

The violation of the divine feminine runs rampant, destroying the earth.

The evidence is everywhere

The evidence is everywhere, but mostly unseen, like the ever-growing dump sites, shut out of our minds.

I remember when I was the assistant leader on the world’s first Mt. Everest expedition, back in 1976. We picked up trash from forty-three different countries.

In a tiny village at 17,000', I started picking up trash in a small plot of barren land enclosed with a 2' high rock wall. As I picked up the trash, a Nepalese woman watched me. I could see her thoughts churning. She kept looking between the clean sections and her yard.

In the Nepalese culture for eons, everything composted on its own or was precious like turquoise. Trash did not exist in their culture. I watched a light bulb go off in her head. I could see she remembered what it was like before the hoards of messy foreigners arrived spewing their debris.

She smiled at me, placed her palms together at her heart, gave me a bow, said Namaste, and bent down to pick up trash in her yard.

It’s all the same

The junk in the garbage dump is the same as the junk in your brain. The Inner is a reflection of the outer; the outer is a mirror image of the inner. It’s all the same.

All wars are duplicates of inner battles. Most people look outside themselves to find the solutions or blame others for the mess. That logic keeps creating more crap.

Who will clean up the mess?

Back when I was six years old, in 1951, my Dad was away for thirteen months. He was the chief engineer in charge of the construction of the world’s first hydrogen bomb. After watching this bomb, 1000 times more powerful than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima, explode into a billowing radioactive mushroom cloud emitting shock waves reaching hundreds of miles, he came home.

A few nights later at dinner, the conversation turned to bombs, as it did many times in our house. I piped up and said, “Who will clean up the mess?”

I could imagine the radiation and nuclear fallout merging with water, polluting the rivers and ocean. Weapons-grade plutonium-239 has a half-life of 24,000 years. Tiny dust fragments seep into the earth. Particles of nuclear radiation land on the plants, absorbed in the cellular structures. Of course, as a child, I didn’t have the vocabulary, but I did have the vision.

A forbidden topic, exploring the consequences of weapons-grade plutonium, I was promptly sent to my room. That is the only time in my life that I was ever sent to my room. That night I realized I was little, and a girl, so no matter what I thought or did, it wouldn’t make any difference.

Since then, I’ve figured out how to clean up the mess in my body. I’ve transformed most of the plutonium radiation in my body. A vast majority of the PTSD, panic attacks, and life-annihilating radioactive toxins have been energetically transmuted. Screaming nightmares have subsided, the feeling of rusted barbed wire being yanked through my brain no longer exists. Sixty years of firey electroshocks zapping the back of my neck recede into memory. Feeling like a piece of unlovable scum has transfigured into self-love.

On New Year’s day, 2019, lounging in the sun on my rooftop, my body was bathed in impeccable energy of wellbeing, as I’ve never known before. My next level of a lifetime of pain is dissolving. A new degree of joy, pleasure, and feeling good is evolving, way beyond my wildest dreams. I’m 72. All my friends are complaining of their aches and pains, and I must admit I do have a few of those. But, underneath the surface discomforts, way deep in my core, exquisite self-love is brewing.

It’s clean-up time

The way to get a fresh, unique perspective is to come clean of the old and create from new neural connections in your brain. New passageways are activated, which in turn lead down neural pathways to long-forgotten regions of your brain.

Or, an entirely new sequence of synapses is fired and a revolutionary thought arises. Something new, spontaneous, out of the blue.

The axontransmits a signal and dendrites reaches out across the gap, or synapse, to receive the signal. Imagine nerve impulses jumping across a synapse, being caught by a new neuron. A leap of faith.

Like meeting someone new who stimulates a fabulous conversation, where you feel like old friends, and they ‘get you.’ You can share on a new level about what you are experiencing.

Ideas that are unacceptable to your family might ring true to you. Ideas bubble up. Others you meet share some of the same views. Consciousness grows.

To change a thought or a belief system, the nerve impulse needs to jump to a new neuron, rather than the old, deep grooved pattern. Each time a nerve bundle is triggered, more axons and dendrites are added to the pile. Over time these weave together creating a solid mass of stubborn resistance. So the jump to a new thought location takes effort and work.

Some processes to change thoughts are more effective than others. A collection of tools is helpful. Affirmations have their place but are rather ineffective on their own. It’s like trying to wrap yourself up in a wall. For best results, spiral your affirmations through your nerve bundles. Spiral love and gratitude through your carved out grooves of limiting beliefs and dysfunctional nerve bundles. The high frequency of love and gratitude is a solvent that eats through the sticky lies of being so worthless that it doesn’t matter if you’re blown to bits by other people’s madness. The truth is that you are enough, you are worthy.

It starts with you!

The place to start is in your own body. If you keep creating solutions from the same junk-ridden toxic mind and body, you will definitely keep coming up with more half-baked ideas that ultimately destroy life.

“We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.” Albert Einstein

Have the guts to look within and face the nasties claiming residence in your body. They aren’t the truth of who you are, only freeloaders feeding on your soul essence, inflicting havoc in your life and the world.

Love all your shit, forgive yourself, and allow yourself to blossom. Who you are matters. You are here for a reason. Your vision is needed. It’s time for your magnificence to shine.