The Truth Seeker – a Lonely Journey -Is it all True Series #250

I have been a Truth-seeker all my life , hence my website Truthseekerforum. Being a Truth-seeker is a very hard job in this skeptical world. Even when you have absolute truth on your side coming from the best scientists and professionals our world has known . This truth can mean nothing in a world of apathy and complacency and a world that fears change through truth. Even family members, reject the possibility that another family member could be speaking of a major break-through of truth and knowledge. So I tell you its a lonely journey for us Truth-seekers, if one does not continue to question , we may go on , believing established lies.
Below is an email I received from a fellow Truth-seeker as he tries to reconcile with his family – his journey for truth and how it fits into their lives.
Enjoy MWiz,
PS I may not agree on all the content of this email , but I truly feel his struggle.

I value ‘a difference of opinion’ too… within the context of ‘truth-seeking’.
A difference of opinion… & skepticism is great… until it begins to
‘interfere’ with one’s ability to perceive ‘actual empirical reality’
known as ‘factual evidence’. At that point, the person who can ‘see’
the empirical reality… after exhausting all patience to be ‘helpful’
to the ignorant other party… would be better off spreading the
message to others who are more ‘open-minded’.

This is especially important to do if the empirical reality indicates
extreme danger to the ENTIRE WORLD at the hands of a few insane
people who would destroy the world if they couldn’t ‘have their way’.
Indeed, THIS HAS BEEN a ‘race to save the planet’.

In other words, you may be building this nice ‘Sustainable Living’
society (which is WONDERFUL) while our factories are building weapons
& our US foreign policy is being used to promote wars of aggression
which are MUCH MORE RAPIDLY causing unimaginable suffering &
long term pollution to this planet (atrocities committed in our name).

But have no fear, enough people HAVE waked up to handle the situation.
You may continue ‘sleeping in’ to the ‘bigger reality’. It’s a ‘done deal’…
we have won… as long as we don’t ‘let up’ for a moment until it is truly ‘over’!

When will YOU realize that I am not ‘alone’ in my ‘opinion’?
When will YOU realize that I am a ‘truth-seeker’ & ‘teacher’…
& that it makes NO LOGICAL SENSE for me to have continued on a
self-imposed mission for over 11 years… if the conspiracy &
full scale coverup of 9/11 weren’t true?

My family members have not been ‘enroll-able’ in over 11 years about 9/11.
Do you have any concept of how frustrating that is… that my POSITIVE
message of ‘hope for humanity’ is considered ‘negative’ by you all?
Have you considered WHY you think of my message as ‘negative’ & I
consider it positive? When the truth of 9/11 gets to average people…
in a way that helps them to ‘connect the dots’, do you truly believe
that the world will stay the same & our corrupt government will
be allowed to continue in the status quo?

By the way, I’m not alone in that frustration either. Most of my peers
are faced with similar situations with THEIR family members! 🙂

In staying separate from family for a number of days, I have generated
enough patience to try this one more time to get through to you…

In my own PERSONAL research, in pursuing the empirical truth,
I discovered in May, 2001, two empirical realities at odds with ‘mainstream
reality’ (the perception of the masses of people).

1) A mainstream attempt at ‘disclosure’ about UFOs (about which I had
predicted to you, Jane, & Fred 4 yrs & 7 months earlier after watching
3 episodes in a row of ‘X-Files’ with the 3 of you… in Oct, 1996. If you
recall, I stated to you “Mark my words, there will be a credible ‘coming
out’ of info about UFOs in three to five years.” And in unison, all 3 of
you exclaimed, “Yeah right Pop!” Do you remember that?

News of the Disclosure Project, May 9, 2001 at the National Press Club,
Washington, DC… fizzled in the mainstream media after just 2 days
of reporting… because of heavy-handed censorship. But remember…
by Oct. 1996, I had already personally witnessed 3 UFOs. So, I was
ecstatic to report the news of the ‘Disclosure Project’ when I found
out about it. And I most certainly DID report the news with great
enthusiasm… but with body language responses from most people
of eyes just rolling back inside their heads in utter disbelief & an
unwillingness to engage in further conversation.

2) I came across evidence of a covert operation that had occurred in
1933 at the time of the bankruptcy of the U.S…. what was done
behind closed doors to create a legal framework to enslave all US
citizens without their knowledge. We still have a ‘national debt’.
We still have this problem! It has gotten FAR WORSE in the
past 11 years! [In fact, it is the basis of the financial crises of
most of the western world RIGHT NOW!]

These two things came together in a single deep insight that I had
back in late May of 2001. I recognized that the existence of these two
realities was ‘not possible’ if it were not for Lies, Deceit, & Secrecy from
our government. I later added “a lack of accountability of our
government to the people”. Many more insights have followed in
11 years’ time. I could not possibly have prevailed…
if I had been shown all of the truth at once.
It would have dis-empowered me!
Instead, I have dug into & handled a little bit at a time.
As I learned more, I made my findings known to others.

9/11 came along just 4 months later.
After the initial shock began to wear off about 3 days later,
I settled back down into my personal ‘skeptical mode’ that I had taken
about all new information after the huge insight of the previous May.
Upon seeing an interview of Dick Cheney about his role in 9/11,
I stated out loud when I was gripped by another possibility,
“Oh my gosh, could we have done this to ourselves?!!”

The interview of Dick Cheney aired on 9/14, & detailed his role during
the 9/11 crisis… how he had ‘managed’ everything from
under the White House in a bunker constructed for command & control…
while Bush was away in Florida participating in a reading of “My Pet Goat”
to school children there. I sensed intuitively that the Cheney interview I
was watching had been recorded PRIOR TO 9/11! Just a hunch…
an intuition… but I started to look for further evidence.

I speaking of my hunch, was ridiculed constantly… but I kept going…
because of the importance of it. I was operating on intuition…
I DID NOT have the empirical data YET. I attempted to engage others
in discussion. I attempted to engage their brains to help me to reconcile
the discrepancies. The implications of what had happened were too
serious to be ignored. If it was true, I HAD to get the word out to save us!

I tended to take the ridicule personally until one day when I recognized
that I was actually ‘privileged’ to be able to bring the information to
folks for the 1st time.

I reasoned that when a person heard it from someone else again,
they would have a familiarity with it and more likely to be able to ‘receive’
the information. Then it was much easier to slough-off any ridicule.

YES, I was ‘alone’ in the beginning about 9/11. I saw no one else & no
other people like myself & no dissenting information from the ‘official
story’… for the first 2 months after 9/11!

Do you ‘get’ just how ALONE I felt??
What started as ‘hunches’, intuition…
soon was backed up by discrepancies
between the ‘official story’ & empirical observations
with no proper explanation.

When a year later in Sept. 2002,
I had satisfied myself with enough evidence… I remembered thinking,
“The truth about 9/11 will get out, & this will all be over by 2004, for sure!”

But NO! I had no comprehension of the EXTREME control
& corruption within our federal & state governments!

Here we are 11 years later, you have 1,500 architects & engineers…
plus police, firemen, eyewitness, & family members of 9/11 victims
who did research (another 1700 people). The architects did their
science in the ‘peer reviewed’ style that you feel comfortable in.

By the way, HAVE YOU WATCHED those presentations yet…
“A&E for 9/11 Truth” PBS out of Colorado that I provided to you?
Probably not. Not worth your while, STILL NOT REAL, huh?
It’s not like you have to do years of research like I had to do.
It’s all prepared in a nice, sweet little package for you.
A few hours of watching videos & doing some reading,
and your consciousness will have been shifted.

And if you want more info all you have to do is Google it.
There’s a wealth of info ‘out there’.

Try to comprehend how ‘alone’ I have felt at times…
when I have had another ‘insight’ to an even ‘bigger picture’ & realized
that in 2001 there wasn’t but about 1 person in 10,000 (like myself) on
the planet that comprehended this level of ‘reality’… & that we needed
about 3% of the population to ‘wake up’ in order to have a ‘fighting
chance’ to get this mess straightened out in time… before the technology
of ‘control’ had grown to the point where we could not save ourselves!

With mainstream media propaganda insulating average Americans
from the truth, while constantly lying to us about EVERYTHING,
try to get into my shoes & comprehend how that has felt Jack…
to be ‘ALONE’ on that scale… & still have persevered.

Prepare yourself to be awakened… as your current reality is about
to be tweaked ‘gently but firmly’ with massive amounts of undeniable
empirical evidence spewing forth in the mainstream media over a
period of time… carefully managed to keep fear levels down to avoid
panic & chaos… info that has been available in rapidly growing
amounts… ‘at your finger tips’ on the internet since 9/11/2001.

As asleep as you & other family members still are,
you all may not grasp the ‘new reality’ until perhaps January 2013.

But KNOW that we have prevailed! The story has a happy ending!
We have a BRIGHT future. And I believe that because of the level
of the present medical technology that will soon be shown to the
public, that you will eventually be fully & completely healed of
your brain injury from the bicycle accident. ( son Jack had a bad bike accident)

I Love You,

Scientists under Attack – Genetic Engineering in the magnetic Field of Money– TRAILER

Arpad Pusztai and Ignacio Chapela have two things in common: They are distinguished scientists and their careers are in ruins. Both scientists choose to look at the phenomenon of genetic engineering. Both made important discoveries. Both of them are suffering the fate of those who criticize the powerful vested interests that now dominate big business and scientific research.

Statements made by scientists themselves prove that 95% of the research in the area of genetic engineering is paid by the industry. Only 5% of the research is independent. The big danger for freedom of science and our democracy is evident. Can the public – all of us – still trust our scientists?

I didn't know him – but he was worth knowing— Steve Job's sister and her eulogy to him — There is a Connection— .

A Sister’s Eulogy for Steve Jobs
By MONA SIMPSON from the New York Times

I grew up as an only child, with a single mother. Because we were poor and because I knew my father had emigrated from Syria, I imagined he looked like Omar Sharif. I hoped he would be rich and kind and would come into our lives (and our not yet furnished apartment) and help us. Later, after I’d met my father, I tried to believe he’d changed his number and left no forwarding address because he was an idealistic revolutionary, plotting a new world for the Arab people.

Opinion: The Genius of Jobs (October 30, 2011)
Even as a feminist, my whole life I’d been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I’d thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother.

By then, I lived in New York, where I was trying to write my first novel. I had a job at a small magazine in an office the size of a closet, with three other aspiring writers. When one day a lawyer called me — me, the middle-class girl from California who hassled the boss to buy us health insurance — and said his client was rich and famous and was my long-lost brother, the young editors went wild. This was 1985 and we worked at a cutting-edge literary magazine, but I’d fallen into the plot of a Dickens novel and really, we all loved those best. The lawyer refused to tell me my brother’s name and my colleagues started a betting pool. The leading candidate: John Travolta. I secretly hoped for a literary descendant of Henry James — someone more talented than I, someone brilliant without even trying.

When I met Steve, he was a guy my age in jeans, Arab- or Jewish-looking and handsomer than Omar Sharif.

We took a long walk — something, it happened, that we both liked to do. I don’t remember much of what we said that first day, only that he felt like someone I’d pick to be a friend. He explained that he worked in computers.

I didn’t know much about computers. I still worked on a manual Olivetti typewriter.

I told Steve I’d recently considered my first purchase of a computer: something called the Cromemco.

Steve told me it was a good thing I’d waited. He said he was making something that was going to be insanely beautiful.

I want to tell you a few things I learned from Steve, during three distinct periods, over the 27 years I knew him. They’re not periods of years, but of states of being. His full life. His illness. His dying.

Steve worked at what he loved. He worked really hard. Every day.

That’s incredibly simple, but true.

He was the opposite of absent-minded.

He was never embarrassed about working hard, even if the results were failures. If someone as smart as Steve wasn’t ashamed to admit trying, maybe I didn’t have to be.

When he got kicked out of Apple, things were painful. He told me about a dinner at which 500 Silicon Valley leaders met the then-sitting president. Steve hadn’t been invited.

He was hurt but he still went to work at Next. Every single day.

Novelty was not Steve’s highest value. Beauty was.

For an innovator, Steve was remarkably loyal. If he loved a shirt, he’d order 10 or 100 of them. In the Palo Alto house, there are probably enough black cotton turtlenecks for everyone in this church.

He didn’t favor trends or gimmicks. He liked people his own age.

His philosophy of aesthetics reminds me of a quote that went something like this: “Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later.”

Steve always aspired to make beautiful later.

He was willing to be misunderstood.

Uninvited to the ball, he drove the third or fourth iteration of his same black sports car to Next, where he and his team were quietly inventing the platform on which Tim Berners-Lee would write the program for the World Wide Web.Steve was like a girl in the amount of time he spent talking about love. Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods. He tracked and worried about the romantic lives of the people working with him.

Opinion: The Genius of Jobs (October 30, 2011)
Whenever he saw a man he thought a woman might find dashing, he called out, “Hey are you single? Do you wanna come to dinner with my sister?”

I remember when he phoned the day he met Laurene. “There’s this beautiful woman and she’s really smart and she has this dog and I’m going to marry her.”

When Reed was born, he began gushing and never stopped. He was a physical dad, with each of his children. He fretted over Lisa’s boyfriends and Erin’s travel and skirt lengths and Eve’s safety around the horses she adored.

None of us who attended Reed’s graduation party will ever forget the scene of Reed and Steve slow dancing.

His abiding love for Laurene sustained him. He believed that love happened all the time, everywhere. In that most important way, Steve was never ironic, never cynical, never pessimistic. I try to learn from that, still.

Steve had been successful at a young age, and he felt that had isolated him. Most of the choices he made from the time I knew him were designed to dissolve the walls around him. A middle-class boy from Los Altos, he fell in love with a middle-class girl from New Jersey. It was important to both of them to raise Lisa, Reed, Erin and Eve as grounded, normal children. Their house didn’t intimidate with art or polish; in fact, for many of the first years I knew Steve and Lo together, dinner was served on the grass, and sometimes consisted of just one vegetable. Lots of that one vegetable. But one. Broccoli. In season. Simply prepared. With just the right, recently snipped, herb.

Even as a young millionaire, Steve always picked me up at the airport. He’d be standing there in his jeans.

When a family member called him at work, his secretary Linetta answered, “Your dad’s in a meeting. Would you like me to interrupt him?”

When Reed insisted on dressing up as a witch every Halloween, Steve, Laurene, Erin and Eve all went wiccan.

They once embarked on a kitchen remodel; it took years. They cooked on a hotplate in the garage. The Pixar building, under construction during the same period, finished in half the time. And that was it for the Palo Alto house. The bathrooms stayed old. But — and this was a crucial distinction — it had been a great house to start with; Steve saw to that.

This is not to say that he didn’t enjoy his success: he enjoyed his success a lot, just minus a few zeros. He told me how much he loved going to the Palo Alto bike store and gleefully realizing he could afford to buy the best bike there.

And he did.

Steve was humble. Steve liked to keep learning.

Once, he told me if he’d grown up differently, he might have become a mathematician. He spoke reverently about colleges and loved walking around the Stanford campus. In the last year of his life, he studied a book of paintings by Mark Rothko, an artist he hadn’t known about before, thinking of what could inspire people on the walls of a future Apple campus.

Steve cultivated whimsy. What other C.E.O. knows the history of English and Chinese tea roses and has a favorite David Austin rose?

He had surprises tucked in all his pockets. I’ll venture that Laurene will discover treats — songs he loved, a poem he cut out and put in a drawer — even after 20 years of an exceptionally close marriage. I spoke to him every other day or so, but when I opened The New York Times and saw a feature on the company’s patents, I was still surprised and delighted to see a sketch for a perfect staircase.

With his four children, with his wife, with all of us, Steve had a lot of fun.

He treasured happiness.Then, Steve became ill and we watched his life compress into a smaller circle. Once, he’d loved walking through Paris. He’d discovered a small handmade soba shop in Kyoto. He downhill skied gracefully. He cross-country skied clumsily. No more.

Opinion: The Genius of Jobs (October 30, 2011)
Eventually, even ordinary pleasures, like a good peach, no longer appealed to him.

Yet, what amazed me, and what I learned from his illness, was how much was still left after so much had been taken away.

I remember my brother learning to walk again, with a chair. After his liver transplant, once a day he would get up on legs that seemed too thin to bear him, arms pitched to the chair back. He’d push that chair down the Memphis hospital corridor towards the nursing station and then he’d sit down on the chair, rest, turn around and walk back again. He counted his steps and, each day, pressed a little farther.

Laurene got down on her knees and looked into his eyes.

“You can do this, Steve,” she said. His eyes widened. His lips pressed into each other.

He tried. He always, always tried, and always with love at the core of that effort. He was an intensely emotional man.

I realized during that terrifying time that Steve was not enduring the pain for himself. He set destinations: his son Reed’s graduation from high school, his daughter Erin’s trip to Kyoto, the launching of a boat he was building on which he planned to take his family around the world and where he hoped he and Laurene would someday retire.

Even ill, his taste, his discrimination and his judgment held. He went through 67 nurses before finding kindred spirits and then he completely trusted the three who stayed with him to the end. Tracy. Arturo. Elham.

One time when Steve had contracted a tenacious pneumonia his doctor forbid everything — even ice. We were in a standard I.C.U. unit. Steve, who generally disliked cutting in line or dropping his own name, confessed that this once, he’d like to be treated a little specially.

I told him: Steve, this is special treatment.

He leaned over to me, and said: “I want it to be a little more special.”

Intubated, when he couldn’t talk, he asked for a notepad. He sketched devices to hold an iPad in a hospital bed. He designed new fluid monitors and x-ray equipment. He redrew that not-quite-special-enough hospital unit. And every time his wife walked into the room, I watched his smile remake itself on his face.

For the really big, big things, you have to trust me, he wrote on his sketchpad. He looked up. You have to.

By that, he meant that we should disobey the doctors and give him a piece of ice.

None of us knows for certain how long we’ll be here. On Steve’s better days, even in the last year, he embarked upon projects and elicited promises from his friends at Apple to finish them. Some boat builders in the Netherlands have a gorgeous stainless steel hull ready to be covered with the finishing wood. His three daughters remain unmarried, his two youngest still girls, and he’d wanted to walk them down the aisle as he’d walked me the day of my wedding.

We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.

I suppose it’s not quite accurate to call the death of someone who lived with cancer for years unexpected, but Steve’s death was unexpected for us.

What I learned from my brother’s death was that character is essential: What he was, was how he died.

Tuesday morning, he called me to ask me to hurry up to Palo Alto. His tone was affectionate, dear, loving, but like someone whose luggage was already strapped onto the vehicle, who was already on the beginning of his journey, even as he was sorry, truly deeply sorry, to be leaving us.

He started his farewell and I stopped him. I said, “Wait. I’m coming. I’m in a taxi to the airport. I’ll be there.”

“I’m telling you now because I’m afraid you won’t make it on time, honey.”

When I arrived, he and his Laurene were joking together like partners who’d lived and worked together every day of their lives. He looked into his children’s eyes as if he couldn’t unlock his gaze.

Until about 2 in the afternoon, his wife could rouse him, to talk to his friends from Apple.

Then, after awhile, it was clear that he would no longer wake to us.

His breathing changed. It became severe, deliberate, purposeful. I could feel him counting his steps again, pushing farther than before.

This is what I learned: he was working at this, too. Death didn’t happen to Steve, he achieved it.

He told me, when he was saying goodbye and telling me he was sorry, so sorry we wouldn’t be able to be old together as we’d always planned, that he was going to a better place.

Dr. Fischer gave him a 50/50 chance of making it through the night.

He made it through the night, Laurene next to him on the bed sometimes jerked up when there was a longer pause between his breaths. She and I looked at each other, then he would heave a deep breath and begin again.

This had to be done. Even now, he had a stern, still handsome profile, the profile of an absolutist, a romantic. His breath indicated an arduous journey, some steep path, altitude.

He seemed to be climbing.

But with that will, that work ethic, that strength, there was also sweet Steve’s capacity for wonderment, the artist’s belief in the ideal, the still more beautiful later.

Steve’s final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times.

Before embarking, he’d looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life’s partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.

Steve’s final words were:


Have Humans Been Created From a Future Us? Is it all True Series #185

There is a reason why the inter-dimensional beings will save us in the end. This reason is complex. First, we provide an unlimited pool of emotional energy, which they love to bathe in. We are unlike 99% of all beings that exist in our galaxy. I believe there are a few thousand planets nearly identical to ours. But in the scheme of things and the pure math, we are truly a minority species type. So that alone makes us a bit special.

There was a time, in the very distant past, millions and millions of years ago, when our type of planets existed. But for the most part we destroyed ourselves. Yes, there probably were some major natural disasters that took some of the planets down, asteroids, comet collisions, star radiation and polar shifts. Nothing much humans could do, and the higher non-human intelligent beings believed in a hands-off policy.

But this hands-off policy changed, and I am not sure yet why. About one million years ago (a nice round number) someone in the universe said the humans must be saved.
For they are our past and we cannot ignore their historic importance. So if you get it, we are them from their past. We live in their old third-dimensional realm, their realm of their past. So about 350 thousand years ago, we were placed first on Mars, but it only took 100 thousand years for humans to destroy that planet, so our creator modified this other planet, which we call Earth and some of the remaining humans were bought from Mars. So modern man has been around here for about 250 thousand years. We were doing all right except something went terribly wrong the last 200 years, (another posting to explain that).

So how will they save us? Well, through a massive re-education program, or as I like to call it –cosmic mind control or mind alternation . We are becoming a different being; so different that in 50 years we will not know ourselves as we were. We will only look back and wonder who were those beings, and where did they go, for they don’t exist anymore, the Neanderthal of our time. The time has come to save ourselves from ourselves with a little help from our future selves.

Sleep Tight – the Earth waits in wonder of the New Human – we will be here– soon.


June News and Updates from Shaman Elizabeth

Shaman Elizabeth

“If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought.”
— Peace Pilgrim

It seems that nature has turned vicious lately with flooding, tornadoes, and higher than normal tempertures. In the Raleigh metro area, where I live, we have experienced tornadoes that took many lives, as well as record-breaking heat.

Nature is a reflection of our consciouness. We have all felt the stress of a bad economy, a housing market in its biggest slump since the depression, and a stock market that is still recovering (I know my retirement fund isn’t what it used to be!).

I watched a video last week of scientists testing plants using a lie detector machine to see how the plants’ surroundings affected them. What the scientists didn’t expect to discover was that plants respond to our thoughts, as well as our actions.

When setting up the first experiment, the scientist had the thought of burning the plant’s leaf to see if it would register on the lie detector machine. At the moment the scientist had this thought, the needle on the lie detector machine begin to have high readings! The plant probably didn’t know what a match was, but it did know what fire was!

This event set off a series of tests, which showed that plants responded to human thoughts, in addition to other plants’ thoughts. The video showed an experiment of a cabbage being cut up in the presence of another potted cabbage, which reacted with high readings.

So, while we are dismayed at our finances and unhopeful about the future, our surroundings are absorbing our thoughts. Nature’s fearful and turbelent actions are reflecting our thoughts.

We don’t have to be fearful, even if events aren’t going as we would like. We can trust that our paths our laid out perfectly and that the Spirit has a mightly destiny for all us. And, if we don’t stand in the way, we can lead glorious lives. Not necessarily in terms of money, but in loving gestures, healing words, and hopeful hearts.

NEW! A Course in Miracles Group in Apex, North Carolina

I have been inspired to host A Course in Miracles (ACIM) study group. While this may seem like a strange event for a shaman to host, I have discovered that there are no differences in the fundamentals truths between shamanism and the teachings of ACIM. Although they appear different in practice, they both believe in wholeness, relying on a higher power for healing, and asking for guidance from the Spirit.

The purpose of this ACIM study group is to emphasize “Application rather than theory, and experience rather than theology.”

The ACIM group will meet every two weeks in Apex, North Carolina, except for June, July, and August, when we will meet once a month. If you live near here, you are welcomed to join us. There are no fees, and you don’t have to come for every gathering.

If you are interested, please visit the website at

Blessed journeys!
Shaman Elizabeth

Upcoming Events

Speaking Engagement
June 6, 2011
Shaman Elizabeth will be speaking with the Miller-Motte College massage students in their Energy Based Modalities class. The presentation will include an overview on shamanic healing and how the spiritual affects the physical.
(private event)

June 14, 2011
Thinning the Veil: A Course in Miracles Study Group
Apex, North Carolina
Facilitated by Shaman Elizabeth. You are invited to attend.

Other upcoming events that might interest you:

Soul Retrieval Training
August 14-19, 2011
Portland Oregon
Taught by Sandra Ingerman

Mind, Body Spirit Expo
October 28-30, 2011
King of Prussia, PA
Featuring Doreen Virtue, Don Miguel Ruiz, and Michael Beckwith

Shaman Stone Soup
Elizabeth Herrera
The book that will help you believe in miracles!
Shaman Stone Soup is a collection of “beautifully written and heartfelt” stories in which Shaman Elizabeth Herrera brings miracles to life through her personal experiences and as a healer for friends, family, and clients.

The Wake Up Now Conference – why was it important and what does it mean for Albuquerque now and in the future Is It all True Series ? #182

The Wake Up Now Conference

On April 29th, 30th and May 1st in a sleepy community called Bernalillo, just north Albuquerque with the beautiful backdrop of the Sandia Mountains, history was made. A cast, crew and participates numbering over 400 people (and a few interdimensional beings) were present to witness 16 amazing speakers who were all trying to Wake Up the World.

There was the famous Dolores Cannon, who talked about the dynamics of this new Global Transformation. Colin Andrews, Mr. Crop Circles, discussed how these formations were made by cosmic artists. Claude Swanson looked at the higher dimensional aspects of the UFOs, and Bill Murphy, a SciFi-TV host, was our MC of the three-day event and also a great speaker.

There were three great local speakers, Norio Hayakawa, Ken Johnston, and Gary Plapp, who all spoke about truth, energy and belief, and they truly held their own against the visiting speakers from outside of New Mexico.

There was my dear friend Kewaunee Lapseritis – and his talk about the truth about the Sasquatch People. And one after another, all the 16 speakers blended together to create a powerful environment that nurtured an awakening.

New Mexico is truly the Land Of Enchantment, and this is the place of high- strangeness so it is quite fitting that the “Edge” came to New Mexico. Those of us that live here truly do live on the “Edge” and in the “Edge.” And for that, the “Wake Up Now Conference” could have only been done here in the middle of the next shift of Consciousness. If you were lucky enough to be part of this major powerful event you were blessed. And if you would like to feel some of the excitement go to and order the DVD either of individual speakers or of the whole conference.

Sleep Tight, and maybe just maybe there will be another amazing conference in the fall of 2012