The article and mentioned videos are no longer available but Dakota has written a corresponding blog post for Bending Time. It is here https://dakotaearthcloud.com/bending-time/
My wormhole was a hole in the wall where we are renovating the kitchen. In the first journey I was a woman in England, I was staring at a beautiful Emerald necklace in the window of a store. I just kept standing there staring then you told me to make conversation so I went in the shop to talk to the owner who knew me about purchasing the necklace. The second journey I did not connect with the monks but instead saw a city with sick people from the plaque. I saw a woman in an upstairs window whose heart center was glowing golden. I knew that she was helping the sick people. The next journey, you said “Salem” and I started hearing people screaming at me “WITCH, WITCH”, I felt as if my head was covered and I told myself that regardless of the situation I would not loose my power. I knew that my body was only a vehicle for spirit. I experience creepy crawly feelings up my body. The next journey I saw Jesus. I knew him and had this golden orb heart connection with him. He told me not to cry when I witnessed what they were doing to him as body was only temporary and his spirit was infinite. I saw my golden orb in my heart connecting to his golden orb in his heart several times. I literally cried during this journey. I saw myself wiping his wounds after they brought him down from the cross. With Mother Teresa I saw her laying hands on sick people. I came up to her and hugged her and the golden orbs in our hearts connected. On the slave ship, I witnessed the events and told people you will reclaim your power. But then as the ship began to sink I had a visceral experience as if I had been on a sinking ship. I anchored in Love, as people were fearful and dying. Christopher Columbus, I was a witness and really did not want to have anything to do with that. At little big horn I think I was a witness and saw a Lakota Sioux woman. The ghost dance kept popping in my head. I think I was a witness to the Anasazi, although I thought I was in Chaco Canyon. I saw pottery and grains. I saw a ladder going down. into a kiva. When I listened to Dr. Martin Luther King, I was a witness but I Loved hearing his words. When I went to visit my 80-year-old self, I was told not worry. I just needed to be. Everything I need is provided for and much more so that I can help others. I was told to enjoy every precious moment of life with Frank and with being in the now. I had a lot to give this world. I was told I may be ostracized but it did not matter.
I enjoyed doing this meditation. It gave me plenty of food for thought. Nothing of note in the first two time tones but when I arrived in Salem 1692 my senses sat up and took notice, my stump glued itself to my good leg and things started to get interesting. Watching Jesus hang, was hard, I felt a lot of sadness. I felt comfortable in Mother Theresa’s presence. As soon as I came through the next wormhole all I could think of was my waking dream, is there a connection? When I was on Columbus’s boat I didn’t feel scared, I felt excited. Little Bighorn I felt at home, I had a purpose, family. Martin Luther Jr stirred up a lot of passion, hope. The Anasazi tribe not so much passion. Me at 80???
Where is the article that goes with this meditation?
The article and mentioned videos are no longer available but Dakota has written a corresponding blog post for Bending Time. It is here https://dakotaearthcloud.com/bending-time/
Tysvm!
There are no words to thank you…Aho!
My wormhole was a hole in the wall where we are renovating the kitchen. In the first journey I was a woman in England, I was staring at a beautiful Emerald necklace in the window of a store. I just kept standing there staring then you told me to make conversation so I went in the shop to talk to the owner who knew me about purchasing the necklace. The second journey I did not connect with the monks but instead saw a city with sick people from the plaque. I saw a woman in an upstairs window whose heart center was glowing golden. I knew that she was helping the sick people. The next journey, you said “Salem” and I started hearing people screaming at me “WITCH, WITCH”, I felt as if my head was covered and I told myself that regardless of the situation I would not loose my power. I knew that my body was only a vehicle for spirit. I experience creepy crawly feelings up my body. The next journey I saw Jesus. I knew him and had this golden orb heart connection with him. He told me not to cry when I witnessed what they were doing to him as body was only temporary and his spirit was infinite. I saw my golden orb in my heart connecting to his golden orb in his heart several times. I literally cried during this journey. I saw myself wiping his wounds after they brought him down from the cross. With Mother Teresa I saw her laying hands on sick people. I came up to her and hugged her and the golden orbs in our hearts connected. On the slave ship, I witnessed the events and told people you will reclaim your power. But then as the ship began to sink I had a visceral experience as if I had been on a sinking ship. I anchored in Love, as people were fearful and dying. Christopher Columbus, I was a witness and really did not want to have anything to do with that. At little big horn I think I was a witness and saw a Lakota Sioux woman. The ghost dance kept popping in my head. I think I was a witness to the Anasazi, although I thought I was in Chaco Canyon. I saw pottery and grains. I saw a ladder going down. into a kiva. When I listened to Dr. Martin Luther King, I was a witness but I Loved hearing his words. When I went to visit my 80-year-old self, I was told not worry. I just needed to be. Everything I need is provided for and much more so that I can help others. I was told to enjoy every precious moment of life with Frank and with being in the now. I had a lot to give this world. I was told I may be ostracized but it did not matter.
I enjoyed doing this meditation. It gave me plenty of food for thought. Nothing of note in the first two time tones but when I arrived in Salem 1692 my senses sat up and took notice, my stump glued itself to my good leg and things started to get interesting. Watching Jesus hang, was hard, I felt a lot of sadness. I felt comfortable in Mother Theresa’s presence. As soon as I came through the next wormhole all I could think of was my waking dream, is there a connection? When I was on Columbus’s boat I didn’t feel scared, I felt excited. Little Bighorn I felt at home, I had a purpose, family. Martin Luther Jr stirred up a lot of passion, hope. The Anasazi tribe not so much passion. Me at 80???