Merging of Parallel Timelines

October 4th 2024 | Arrival into Venice, Italy.

I am not a visitor. I am so at home. I am in one of my parallel actualized lives. They have merged. That is my sudden awareness. That is perhaps what I’ve been feeling all these years when I would feel that I had left a part of me here.

It is a parallel life

Whose timeline has merged.

Such open fullness in my cells.

October 14th

What some are going through right now, as their lines are emerging, as some traumas on the planet — and for some, multiple at one time — also revealing a rawness. Sometimes suddenly, the shock can reveal the parallel line. Like a gash opening in the earth or the skin — it is raw and unexpected. Shock and trauma can force them out. And on top of all the other concerns, that can be confusing, disorienting, and fragmenting in an already fragmented situation. 

“Within the Infinite is a map. A space of continuity.”

I am recalling when I worked on the farm at Earthaven over 15 years ago. Out on the land alone. Weeding, planting, harvesting, weeding, weeding, weeding. The repetitive act of weeding created a mindless space, a smoothness. And I would find I had suddenly slipped somewhere else. As soon as I realized I was in another place, my mind would kick in at the surprise of it, and I would find myself jolted back and weeding again.

This was a different feeling, energy, texture than daydreaming. And it started to happen often while I was farming —Weeding meditation. Earth + plants + repetition + no speech + no sound but nature + no other humans — this turned out to be the recipe for moving through the sleeve. Moving through the sleeve is the way I would describe it. Suddenly as i if I slipped through a sliver and was an entirely different world. I wasn’t just in the entirely new place, I was it. The texture of it at the time reminded me of the texture happening every time I laid my head to the pillow on the bed back in our home in Florida. It was a around the same time.

And for that period of time, as I was leaning back to fall asleep, just moments before my head hit the pillow – maybe at an angle of 5° – there would be a zillion images/information RAPID RAPID Worlds. Lives. Messages. Experiences. Faces. Then, as soon as my head hit the pillow, it was done. And it was always impossible to recall any of it. Or verbalize any of it. Seconds later, it was all gone.

It was the Infinite.

In a moment.

A Universe in a particle.

Absolutely bizarre and simultaneously, absolutely real. This happened numerous times — every night for weeks as I laid my head down.

I recall that when this happened I had remembered how Barbara Brennan talked about a band existing around our head that held our past lives — maybe I was somehow touching this band on my movement through it as I went to lay my head down? I wondered. My experience of the farm had the similar texture and frequency as that, so I put them in the same “catalogue” of experiences.

I’ve had many déjà vus, but those feel different. But an Opening in the sleeve? I’ve gone through periods of them. Since that time on the farm, it has happened again — though never as consistent or as frequent. And as I’ve gotten older, they’ve also gotten longer in length.

“These catastrophes are ruptures. Fissures that poke up. Your life there will not be forgotten. The energy you nourished and planted there will never disappear. In the destructions, the catastrophes, part of the trauma can come from the real fear of the loss of your life. And not just this one — but your parallel ones. Your Infinite Self. It is not just this life you fear losing, 

but relevant lives 

in Your map of the Infinite.

As ruptures will continue to happen at more regular rates and consistency, we want to assure you of containing yours.

If you try to understand this — some of it may be too vast to compute and understand. Rather, we suggest measures of receptivity: receive what we are saying to you. Ask yourself to assimilate without cause and effect. Assimilation will not occur if there are emotions ungathered and untethered.”

We must first be present with and process our emotions. Then, from what I am understanding from this drop of information, any exposed timelines can be assimilated.

Please note: This last entry from October 14th comes after just emerging from my Venetian fever. The day after Milton hit Sarasota, my fever came on, so I had not been able to check in with friends there for several days. This fever has happened the past 2 visits to Venice as well…so she now has a name: My Venetian Fever. This Venice is always teaching me. But yesterday’s information dropped in rather curiously and unexpectedly as I was writing about the Magdalenas.