A Context for Infinite Creation and Transformation

This is about how the mathematical universe / the spiritual universe / the quantum universe / the emotional universe / and the physical universe correlate and mirror each other. And how these understandings applied to conscious use of the law open up limitless potentials for co creation. All along the way, sustaining the balance of light and shadow and gain with loss is important to remember. I am coming to understand that each of these I just named as “universes” are dimensions. In addition to these dimensions, there are what we commonly

In each dimension, the law sustains reality within prescribed limits. For example, one-dimensional stick figures cannot get up and walk off a page within the limits of the dimension in which they have form. In order for the stick figure to become any more than flat on a page, the elements of the stick figure must develop the conditions which engage second and third dimension properties of the law. If the creator of the stick figure knows how to do this, either consciously or unconsciously, the stick figure can be made in Gumby or a fully three-dimensonal doll with ease.

Each time the function of law in one dimension collides with the function of law in another dimension an “event horizon” develops. This means pure potential is moving into form with ever-increasing complexity and order. (Harmon and Troward)
Examples of the collision are events like conception, or when a creature is jettisoned out of their status quo environment and thrust into an environment that operates according to a different rule of law. (the Chipmunk on the sidewalk)
When a form operating in a particular dimension is able to expand and adapt to the introduction of the new dimension, the next level of complexity and order is created and sustained. If not, the creational forces dissipate and the present opportunity is lost, only to take the next opportunity to come around again.

As a conscious co-creator, when we can recognize at what level the various aspects of a creation we desire to bring together are starting from, and we can consciously direct each aspect from the level of alignment that it will resonate with, preparing it for the expansion and greater complexity, then we can navigate the process of co-creation with awe and wonder, but less and less the bumps and bruises that can happen in any new venture along the way.

If an event horizon develops, but the entity generating the event horizon is unprepared for the loss that will occur in the process of embracing what is gained, the manifestation may fail immediately, or the manifestation may occur and then be lost again because the field for it to stabilize in was out of balance, due to the inability of the generator to integrate the loss involved.

Here is an example to remember: In the event of Masada, when the Romans initially advanced to burn down the fortress, in a moment of true spiritual manifestation of protection, the wind changed and the invaders became recipients of their own blaze. This kept Masada from being taken of a period of time, but it was not sustained. The leader of Masada knew, from both physics and spiritual knowledge, that the wind would change again, and his people must make their next best choice to prepare for that. Thus, they elected to take their own lives before God, rather than be forced into slavery by the Romans. Had the spiritual moment of the wind changing to drive the Romans down been sustained at an even greater dimension event horizon, it would not only have been that the wind had changed, but something else would have happened to drive the Romans away, permanently—in addition, the operation of law at this level would have achieved the result without need of any Romans dying, either.

Now I am at the place of taking this information and applying it to the structure and function of my brain to repair itself. It came to me long ago that the structural repair of my neurological system is at a binary level. Now I am getting that is is about revealing my original binary homeostasis, with the whole processes being directed from the spiritual dimension of the highest order, in order that the results be sustainable long-term. This would entail that all the dimensions, with their corresponding order of law, are enfolding into the total picture, encompassing everything between binary physiological and Mystical Spirit.

Yes, I totally know it is possible for this to occur without my processing it in this way. When I was ten years old I declared my choice not only to embrace healing transformation, but to know what I did to align myself with that event so that I can pass my experience of it to others seeking similar transformation. I am open to insights any of you might have

In the days immediately following the above thoughts I came into an understanding on a visceral level that within every single engagement in life, within every moment of every opportunity we are presented with choices for our continued learning and our continued crafting of quality of life. The reason world scriptures intimate “judge not and ye shall not be judged is, on a cause/effect level, because we reflect ourselves in our view of others, yes. But, at an even purer spiritual level the scripture is a dictate of Truth first because there is no judgement. There is simply the infinitely awesome experience of Being, and what we choose to make of it

Expanding Consciousness and Interconnectedness of All Things

Hi Everybody,

Over the years of my learning to be a conscious co-creator of my life, with Spirit, I have come to call the activity of Love and Law manifesting as my experiences, Grace. I often affirm that where Grace is moving, it touches everything connected to it. This morning I had an experience of Grace that purely reflects the role of expanding consciousness and the interrelatedness of ALL that is. First, I will describe two “apparently separate” sets of circumstances involved, then I will describe how they came together in fascinating Demonstration.

First, Vernon and I love our home, which is an apartment in St. Matthews, where we have lived for seven years. As winter approaches each year, we often comment on the blessing of it being well insulated. Yet, each year in the deep winter, we have found ourselves consistently cold, with a “drafty” feeling that has been hard to explain.

Over the last several months, Vernon and I have had many opportunities to go through stored family belongings. Among them we had a truly lovely hand-quilted bed spread. I knew that it is from my side of the family, but more than that I did not know, such as who created it, or what the inspiration could have been for taking such obvious time and care. There are two sets of initials in the center of the quilt, but I could only guess with confidence about one and I had no clue about the other, so the story was a mystery.

The one thing I have known for certain is that the quilt is an antique of at least 60 years, but how much more we could not tell. And, the best home I know of for an antique in our world is Rev. Carolyn and Bob’s home, Esther (For those who may not know, when Carolyn and Bob purchased the home, they along with the LCSL community, named the house, Esther)

Now, last night as the rain and wind blew through, Vernon and I not only had that “drafty” feeling, but rain was dripping in around the window and on to our bed. We assessed that the calking around the sill needed to be re-sealed, and I called a work order in for it this morning.

At about the same time I called in the work order, Carolyn and I had a delightful phone conversation finalizing the decision that the quilt goes with her, and will fit in the house perfectly. Within the conversation, talked a bit about the story the quilt has to tell. I told her what I could, and then Carolyn said, “When I look at those initials and tap into the feeling of what went into it, I think of it as perhaps a wedding gift for a young couple getting married.”

As we hung up the phone it dawned on me as if I was thinking of it for the first time, that the paired initials are “KB” for my paternal grandfather, Kit Bowker, and MK for my paternal grandmother, Martha Kakack. And, I just love that the fact that it is, indeed, the initial of grandma’s maiden name confirms that it was, in fact, their wedding gift! What an incredible dawning in consciousness.
And then . . . I called Carolyn right back to tell her, and at that instant Vernon came out of our bedroom, beaming. “I figured it out,” he said. “You’re not going to believe this, but the whole time we’ve been here not one, but two of our bedroom windows have been open just a crack at the TOP of the windows. (We never realized the are windows slide, both, from the bottom up and from the top down!) It literally feels like the “knowing” of the true richness of the story of the quilt ushered in with it the significant awareness, improving our experience of our home, and saving all the energy, to boot!

Affirmation: Today I consciously dance in conscious co-creation!

The Non-Local Presence of Spirit and Experiencing a Quantum Leap

The“Snow Day” needs a paragraph of description all its own. Weeks before current day, back in the fall, our spiritual center began talking up this one-day retreat event we planned for our community. The intended feeling in calling it “snow day” was exactly how I was feeling in wanting to go within in peaceful reflection and stillness. As the weekend of the 25th drew nearer, more and more talk about Snow Day rippled through the community.

The entire day was to be shared in a single site, large enough to support all our plans. We were launching the day with breakfast together at 8:15 am. Snow began falling heavily just as everybody was waking up for the day, about 6:30 am. Now the organizer of the event had a pivotal decision to make—whether to cancel the event.

     Later that morning, in our first round of sharing after breakfast and the opening invocation almost all of the incredible number of 16 attendees openly admitted we had initially been hoping the event would be cancelled. However, already we were all glad it had worked out that we were there by that time. All of us had a story to tell about what we had to do to get through the fresh snow at that hour. At this point, one might think that the coordinator of the event would feel bad; however, as the opportunity to speak came to her, she was chuckling with some delight. She said, “Well, you guys, about 6:30 am this morning I dropped into prayer about this. I actually wasn’t sure I wanted to get out in this myself. But, when I started to take action, I just couldn’t bring myself to cancel Snow Day due to SNOW! Of course, this was just hilarious. What a delightful experience of emotionally invested affirmation taking form. And so it was that we were gathered for a phenomenal day of sacred ceremony, fun and laughter. It is, perhaps, significant to note here that if the day had not been deemed “Snow Day,” the opportunity very likely would have been cancelled in favor of everyone simply staying home to enjoy the falling snow privately.

 The next opportunity during Snow Day, we were invited to choose a stone from a large selection of stones creating a ring around the candles lit in the center of the circle. These stones were of the quality that would be found in and around a riverbed. I selected my stone based on it being neither too light nor to black, square in shape on one end and smoothly rounded on the other, with numerous scars running all through it, clearly indicating it has been around for a long time. Only after I selected the stone did I discover, additionally, that on the squared end it has one pointed, jagged edge, representing my most significant personal challenge on a soul level right now. (The details of this are not contained here, at all.) I will write about it in a separate document.)

For all of these reasons, my stone is an excellent representation of me.

     After each person had a chance to speak about what their stone represented to them and/or their intention participating in the day, we sang a simply beautiful song written by our music director, ky. The song, “In the Silence,” says this:

In the silence I sit; in the silence I wait.

In the silence I know I am free.

In the silence I sit; in the silence I wait.

In the silence I simply just be.

In the silence.

In the silence.

In the silence.

This can be sung, and we did sing it, in a round, once we all got comfortable enough with the words and the melody. It was so powerful reverberating through the room by the time we all got harmonized with it.

     Just as we finished the final refrains of the song, two cell phones rang amid the singing, back to back. It felt like spontaneity of Spirit adding exclamation points to the energy in the room, especially since it was two cell phones ringing back to back. Then, the instant the singing stopped two separate people told me Vernon called asking that I call him as soon as possible. Chills of confirmation rolled through me; I knew Mom was gone. I knew that receiving the news in that space and time was Grace of God. It was in that moment that it dawned on me this was January 25, also the day my dad died.

     Rev. Carolyn was sitting two people over from me. I went directly to her, before going out of the room with my phone telling her I was certain Mom was gone, and this was exactly the anniversary of Dad’s transition six years earlier. In addition, we would learn over the next few hours in getting the details, that it was also almost exactly the same hour of the day; Vernon’s mom passed January 25, 2014, at 7:30 her time, in Texas. My dad died January 25, 2008 at 7:01 am, his time in Las Vegas.

 This correspondence of events carries levels and layers of confirmation for me and for us that can hardly all be put into words. But, we have known it is important for now, and for moving forward to write these details. And, there is yet some more.

 Services for Mom were held Friday, six days after her passing, in the small town of Marshall, Texas, where she was raised because the Family Plot is there. Marshall is about three hours from where Mom last lived across the street from Missy. While all of the family’s early history is in Marshall, no one in the family lives there now. This being the case, the logical thing to do was for everyone coming in for the services to stay in the same motel. Thus, the LaQuinta of Marshall became the host location where our family gathered to celebrate Mom’s life.

     One might wonder why in the world the motel really matters. Almost unbelievably, as we settled into our room, I looked up in the corner where the desk to set up our computers and there in striking black and white was a picture of two river bed stones. And, I mean the stones are the only thing in this wall-size picture. The stone in the foreground of the picture definitely representative of the stone I chose and kept from the Snow Day ceremony. It was the same color and shape as mine, only lacking the scar lines running through it. The stone in back of mine, clearly energetically Vernon’s, even though he was not physically present during the ceremony because he was meant to be at home receiving the call from his sister. I stared and stared at that picture in awe of the confirmation of Grace, thinning of veils between dimensions and the reality that Space and Time are irrelevant spiritually. I waited until the next morning, when we were rested to talk with Vernon about it. He was in awe, suggesting it felt like his parents must have pushed the images into the room at some level.


The other aspect of the appearance of the stones that feels awesome is that the Tuesday after Mom passed, the night before we drove down to Texas, I held my weekly class on SynchroDestiny. That night, we discussed specifically the aspect of quantum physics that reveals that electrons can be identified in one space and then suddenly be in another space absent any energetic path indicating how they got from one location to another. Now I am working with a strengthened feeling sense for what it means to be immersed in and a part of this universal, omnipotent unified field I call God or Spirit, and what it means to function within it consciously.

Spirit’s Sense of Humor and a Lesson in Co-Creation

Hi Everybody, 
This week, yesterday as I was preparing dinner actually, my husband and I experienced an immediate demonstration, AND it was an immediate demonstration with a twist of Spirit’s sense of humor.
Before I share the story, I want to share a pearl of wisdom from Deepak Chopra that I have been practicing that I felt was reflected in the way the immediate-ness of this unfolded. Deepak suggests that when we are setting intentions for what we are choosing that once we come to the clarity of what we want and declare, beyond that we engage the thought as though walking amid soap bubbles wit
hout breaking them–just that gently.
So, last night as I was putting together individual salads, with different dressings for each of us, my husband came up in a particularly playful mood. As I was preparing to pour one of the dressings on a salad, he was mocking different motions to cause me to jump as the dressing was pouring. I put the breaks on, setting down the bottle and saying I had the sensation of sailing over a bump in a car without shocks. I declared if I permitted it, the dressing would fly up out of the bottle and land everywhere.
We cracked up laughing together and he strutted off triumphantly.
I had momentarily turned my attention to another task, knowing if I did he would leave. With him out of the kitchen, I turned back to the dressing. I lifted the bottle by the neck and gave it a vigorous shaking. Before I knew what was happening the lid popped up and off under the pressure of dressing driving upward like volcanic lava. True to my Word spoken just moments before, the dressing was summarily a huge mess across my counter! I was simultaneously shocked, AMAZED and immediately laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
I called Vernon to come out and share the moment with me saying he wouldn’t believe it. While it was hilarious to us, we both knew, too, that learning how quickly exactly the scenario we had just painted with our words manifested could be a powerful lesson. Certainly, it was because we were playing around that the thought was so gently and completely released. We are committing to each other to practice doing that together with our deeper intentions. 

Another Life Example from Synchrodestiny Book Study – Entrainment

Hi Everybody,

Here is a wonderful example of how personal intention and coincidence fuel sychronicities, which can grow to enfold the experiences of countless people, growing to become transformative Synchrodestiny. This example is shared with permission. In my experience, it began when a particular person scheduled with me for this past Saturday to do a sacred ceremony around moving to the next level in her life. To close the ceremony, I was inspired to sing to her a particular Inner Child song. The next day in Sunday Celebration service, my minister, Rev. Carolyn, was sharing with us about revelations she had come to from a conference she had just returned from. In the flow of this she was inspired to sing to all of us the very same Inner Child song I had sung less than 24 hours before. Carolyn shared that she was moved to sing it to us because it had been sung to a group she was in at the conference and it had so opened her heart, she wanted us to experience it, too. When I heard it I just wanted to soar! I contacted the woman I had done the ceremony with and told her was an incredible energetic confirmation had just come through that song.

And now, for the purpose of continuing to pass it on and allow it to expand, it goes like this

How could anyone ever tell you, you are anything less than beautiful? How could anyone ever tell you, you are less than whole? How could anyone fail to notice that your loving is a miracle? You are so connected to my soul!

You just sing it round after round, for as long as it feels right — looking into someone’s eyes (even your own eyes in the mirror) is especially effective.

Awesome Blossoms!



First Demonstration from Synchrodestiny Book Study

Yesterday one of the participants in our SynchroDestiny group reported that on the morning following our first meeting she was going to an appointment in an area that is challenged for parking. She said to herself and to Spirit, “I intend to get the best parking place there is.” When she got there, sure enough, the best spot she could imagine opened up for her, and it was the last one available at that moment for her size car. This was followed up it happening for to additional consecutive days in a row. She said, “I am just in awe!” I told her, “You have only just begun.” It was on this “third day in row” that she called to tell me about it. I’m waiting to hear if there is more following.