Springs Foundation

After traveling for 2.294 years in our mobile home/trailer, we finally found a suitable place to land. A small step down (about 27,000) times to unload our belongings into our new home and Sundance, our 5th wheel trailer is now in storage, and a giant leap forward into a new life for us.

Instead of having about 200 sq. ft. we are now trying to remember where we put things away in 1600 sq. ft. From owning a little home on wheels, we have a 3 bedroom house that is already asserting its ownership of us. Early adventures include having the power turned off for a day in an all-electric house because they misread the order about changing service to us and had some quirky regulations that took some tricky hoop jumps. Of course that happened while I was putting Sundance into storage, so we couldn’t cook and use its refrigerator. And it was too late in the day to get back into town. But we had our small generator to plug in the fridge and power a lamp, so it wasn’t that much of a problem.

The house is on the hill top in the middle of Sparrow Hawk Village, one of the early cluster houses built in the early 1980s. We were looking for community and there are levels of that here. Some are centered around Sparrow Hawk and some have to do with the church and seminary. Helena goes to a morning meditation every day and there are active committees for a food coop, volunteer fire department, water board for the community well (the water tower is also a giant cross holding something like 3000 gallons), and others governing various functions, like home owners association and architectural committee.

Energetically, the place is intense and not for everyone. Helena has been feeling better than she has in years for the entire time we’ve been here in the RV park and now in our house. I haven’t, although on paper my natural frequency resonates with what is here quite nicely. Because the community was relocated here by it’s spiritual founder, Carol Parish, based on insistence by her guide, it is active with incarnate beings referred to as the Hierarchy. We’ve been talking to some of them since deciding to drive all the way here, and since arriving have had frequent visitors, often announcing themselves during dinner (just like telemarketers for that matter).

What prompted us to buy in right away is a combination of how much we like Sparrow Hawk and the town 10 miles away, Tahlequah, and an opportunity to get a house with a dance floor! We have been mostly occupied with things–getting things here, finding places to put them, making office and work spaces. The layout is quite odd with the only standard bedroom painted pink–not my favorite color. Lots of updating is needed and the challenges arrange themselves around what to do now and how much can be put off. Our cell service works well most of the time, but does drop out on occasion. Helena seems to have better luck with it than I do–what is that about?  But then she monopolizes the phone time anyway, so I guess it’s better for it to be me with the problem and not her.

And then there is Oklahoma all around us. They have a different way of doing things here that takes some getting used to. Very friendly folks. Not as goal oriented as we are accustomed to, so they don’t often have voice mail. There’s no phone tag here. Lots of small businesses don’t seem to keep regular hours and if you want to talk to them, you just have to keep dropping by and calling until they happen to be there and interested in talking. A bit like what we’ve experienced on reservations in the Southwest where things are done on “Indian time.” But then again, the cost of living is much less here than other places we’ve lived or been to recently.

Gotta go now. Sounds like the firewood delivery just arrived. (We have a great little stove that can heat the whole house!)

Gary

From our RV spot here at Sparrowhawk, we are a couple hundred feet from the Illinois River, with the trail going down to a rock shelf just above the water line. There are some fish that can be seen when the water is clear. Some are ordinary, like carp and sunfish, but the odd looking ones are gar. They are slim, with about 1/3 of their body length comprised of head, including a long, thin snout. Needle nose gar. For the past week there have been as many as 26 visiable sitting on the bottom at the up river end of the flat rock. But what’s strange is that they are facing 3/4 downstream, fanned out and all facing the rock face! The impression is that they are lined up side by side watching a film being projected on the rock. Just like a drive in movie! I’ve pointed them out to a number of locals and no one ever noticed or can explain their odd behavior.

What we like about Sparrow Hawk are the people and sense of community. There are just over 50 households, community buildings, church and seminary. And the Wellness Center has rooms set up with massage tables and a seminar room that can be rented, so we can bring folks in for intensives, weekend workshops, and longer retreats. Many residents have extra rooms for daily rent, but hotels are available in town, 10 miles away. The Ozark mountains are so heavily wooded its difficult to walk through them, and wildlife include deer, turkey, coyote, and heron. Helena says it’s just like where she grew up in Virginia. But very different than the plains of Colorado! Humidity, chiggers, and morning fog down here by the river.

We’re probably going to stay through November, then go to the beach for a couple months because Helena says she NEEDS some ocean time. Then come back for Spring. We’re looking at a cluster house to buy that has 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. That’s so much room compared to our fifth wheel trailer we won’t know what to do with more than 2 rooms. When Max wants to run his laps he can actually get some miles in! We’re learning how to speak Oklahoma, but most of the residents here are not Okies either, so it may not be necessary, except when we go into town.

Leaves are getting serious about turning and Fall has arrived, but mostly the weather has been cool at night and pleasantly warm in daytime. Prediction is for much cooler air to arrive on Weds. and we’ll have to be moved out of the RV park by the 31st when they turn off the water.

We’re still doing our work by phone and editing our books. Mine is almost finished, so look for the ebook version before Christmas.

Namaste’, Gary

Last month we had our two year anniversary of being full time on the road. That got me to thinking about how far we’ve come. In miles. And otherwise.

Question is, how do we determine how many miles we’ve traveled. The truck odometer says we’re at 111000 miles. If memory serves it had about 80,000 when we took off, so it’s gone about 30,000 miles. But the fifth wheel trailer has been only about half that, considering that it’s been sitting much of the time in various places.

Then there are human miles, in excess of truck miles, to account for walking and riding bicycles. Add a few tens of miles there. And don’t forget miles ridden by pets. Max has been with us for just over a year, so he’s logged quite a few miles tucked away underneath the bed slide out.

Wylie has the same number of miles as Sundance, the fifth wheel. But all things considered, he’s only been awake for a few of those–just enough to drag himself out of the sleep sack, use his litterbox, grab a bite to eat, something to drink and get back into his traveling coma. Ferrets are great travelers, but mostly on account of sleeping through everything. Helena says in spirit he’s ranging around up to a hundred yards from his body as we drive, so he’s not missing anything.

What brought up this consideration of miles traveled are the other critters who’ve tagged along. When we began there was a black widow web under the read bumper that kept being rebuilt whenever I wiped it away. And the satellite dish often has webs in various locations. The bikes and spare tire have spider webs as well. So we’d have to consider spider miles when making an equation for distance traveled. Inadvertantly, we have contributed to migrations of spiders and perhaps other insects (not counting the ones spattered on the trailer nose and windshield) to habitats to which they are unaccustomed. Some desert dwellers may have ended up in coastline environments, and high mountain species translocated into lowland settings.

Then there are the states we’ve been in and through: Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Oregon, Utah, and now Texas. We are camped for a couple of nights in Palo Duro Canyon, south of Amarillo, Texas to visit with a friend from Lubbock. This is touted as second only in size to the Grand Canyon, apparently because it’s 127 miles long. But at 800 ft deep it’s a distant second. The Black Canyon of the Gunnison is far deeper, if only a quarter of a mile wide. The deep red soil does present some fine views, and there are beautiful campgrounds, too. We could include Oklahoma because we drove through the panhandle and parked for the night in a vacant lot at Boise City between a couple of 18 wheelers idling their diesel engines.

This is as far east as we’ve lived in Sundance, but plan on going at least to the far end of Oklahoma tomorrow or the next day. Our destination is a few miles from Tahlequah, the Cherokee Nation capitol, in the Ozark Mountains. And we may winter on the Gulf coast instead of the Salton Sea. Helena, Pisces that she is, wants more water. And lakes, even huge reservoirs simply will not do. Texas is big enough we won’t have to to leave the state for ocean and several other tyes of environments as well–like the Chihuahua Desert.

Happy Trails, Gary

Helena and I took a day trip to San Luis, the oldest town in Colorado. Besides the oldest grocery store, a good Mexican restaurant, and historic church, there is a trail up a steep hillside with bronze statues depicting the 15 Stations of the Cross. As we trudged up the hillside we grappled with various realities concerning Jesus: whether he suffered, as the dramatic story maintains; whether he had children with Mary Magdalene who became subject of the Davinci Code;or, according to Bringers of the Dawn there never even was an individual who was the Christed One, but many, so the entire human drama is a great distraction from the message.

From scripture studies while a Benedictine Sister, Helena noted there was no record of anyone being nailed to a cross at that time. The standard crucifixion involved tying someone to the cross. But the Urantia Book supports the Biblical story. And the Rosicrucians published a book with the story that Jesus was an Essene, not a Jew, never died on a cross, but ended up traveling and teaching in Egypt.

So the question we pondered as we read each bronze plaque with life-size bronze figures at the stations on the way to Mt. Golgotha, concerned what reality actually happened? Helena asked several times what would be the purpose in constructing the story we were observing? It certainly distorts the teaching of how to have a direct relationship with the Father in Paradise, resulting in more figures, like Our Lady of Guadalupe (a.k.a. Mother Mary) becoming the focus. Helena said that Mother Mary is prayed to because as the mother of Jesus, surely he will intercede for penitents. And Jesus suffering for the sins of others becomes the main message.

Using my dousing techniques throughout much of the journey up and back I consistently got a reading that agrees with the Pleiadians from Bringers of the Dawn that the entire drama of crucifixion was a created, or holographic reality. Very real. But constructed by alien technologies, just as the Pleiadians claim many of the Biblical events were holographic. Like the holodeck on Star Trek, people can encounter characters and participate in these constructs and be hard pressed to discern them from standard third dimensional reality.

(Pleiadian discernment strategy involves paying attention to how events feel. When I’ve encountered holographic beings I begin to feel irritated, leading to anger without reasonable cause.)

As we neared the bottom of this Mt. Golgotha, we rested on one of the stone benches graciously constructed by the Knights of Columbus. I said, “isn’t it interesting how we walked up the hill into this holographic reality with all its pathos and tragic drama, and now have walked back out of it. Retracing our steps past each significant station of the cross has deconstructed the entire holographic reality so that now it never happened.”

Helena just gave me a long look, nodded agreement, and then gazing out across the edge of town, commented on how many shades of green there were in the fields of alfalfa, native grass, trees, bushes and manicured lawns.  “Yeah. This reality feels good,” I thought to myself.

Ohm Shante,

Gary

Unless you are willing to consider the possibility of a fallible deity. We assume everything is God, therefore all the craziness we observe is also God. As above, so below. As below, so above.

Like most folks who’ve been working to make things better here, we have experienced lots of resistance. From the human level as well as non-physical realms. Nearly every day there’s been something new and things we’ve done to prevent, resolve, and find solution usually are largely unsuccessful long term. This post isn’t about forces aligned against change, but something we participated in that might have been effective.

W have been clearing attacks and intrusions daily. Dark entity hosts here, nature spirits, ghosts and a whole new kind of ET that a friend of Helena mentioned. So we mused about the possibility of a final solution, once again. Helena said there is one but she doesn’t know what it is. So I began tracking on that and this is what came up:

·   The problem is conceptual, therefore so is the solution. “God is flaming lunatic,” is what immediately came up and found resonance.

·   We see things oppositionally, therefore there is opposition. But we aren’t the originators of that thought. God is. Therefore the solution is at god level. We cannot remove ourselves from this problem of oppositionallity.

·   There is a god level delusion operating. Not illution. Illusion doesn’t affect reality. By definition it is not reality. But holograms are reality, constructed ones, different from normal reality. Then there is delusion, which is a reality that is lunatic.

·   The delusion exists in the collective consciousness that is paranoid–based on the fear that everyone is out to get me. For us it means others see us as dangerous to them and interfere, sabotage and attack us.

·   It looks to me like a folding back of the fabric of creation on itself, so that the flow feeds back against itself, creating the delusion of opposition. Like floating downstream and meeting others floating downstream to meet us, it appear like confrontation.

That means the solution would be cosmic, involving all the creator sons, like Christ Michael, Paradise Father, Divine Source, but mostly the Holy Spirit because she is the creation. My visual was that the fabric of creation needed to be stretched and shaken until the fold is removed. I couldn’t access all the requisite elements. But Helena can–of course!

Helena got the picture and gathered up all the requisite parties while I played with Max. For at least 5 minutes Helena sat in silence. Then she took a deep breath and announced it was finished. Pressed for detail she said they formed a large circle, took hold of creation at the edges and stretched. Like stretching a hide for a drum there is a point at which if let go, just before it tears, the memory of the folds will not return. Then they were done.

Now my read is that the paranoid delusion no longer exists. Others do not perceive us as dangerous to them. I said do you think it could be that easy? Helena said it was simple but not easy. The difficult part was gathering up all the necessary parties and getting them to participate. Afterward she felt cold and exhausted.

In the three days hence we have not met with any of the previous levels of resistance to what we do, just because we show up, or do our work, or exist as identifiable consciousnesses who are not subject to some form of control.

I think that’s a record! Worth Olympic gold!

Let us know if you have any perception of a shift in the cosmic weave. Or not.

I guess this means that God isn’t lunatic anymore. But that may not apply to thee and we, does it?

Gary

Summer in the Rockies has been a blessing of raw beauty in scenic mountain views and weather much more comfortable than most of the country. Though I get a little light headed in the high elevation of 9000+feet, I still prefer here to 100 degree temperatures.

This morning was cool and rainy and I actually took a few hours to stretch out and read several chapters of Gary’s upcoming book. After about an hour I began to feel full and satisified and was reminded of the importance of refueling and reacharging myself. I too, get caught up in making sure the laundry is done, well maybe every few weeks! And making sure we have plenty of fresh vegtables and whatever else the local place we are has to offer. Always so much to do, do, do and not always enough time and attention to just be! Unless, of course, I listen to my inner yearnings and take time to pay attention and just…BE. A dear friend emailed me to say she is spending a lot of time right now in her hammock, doing nothing, just being. Wow, I really smiled and felt a lightness in her hammock experience.

So back to the doing business! I have almost finished my first draft of “Ten things to transform your life” (present working title). This is my first endevour at writing a real nuts and bolts book and I must say the journey has been much different than my expectation. I get amazed at the volume of ideas running around in my head, and when it comes time to put them in written form so someone else can read and benefit from them, ah, there is the real test and task. My world is so much in the conceptual realm with visions and just plain knowing, sensing and feeling my world in my physical and emotional bodies, the task of translating that into words and descriptions is, at times, quite the challange. It is a challange I embrace for it is a processing of grounding and expressing with which I am unfamiliar. I will keep you posted with my progress and may even ask a few of you to read the initial draft and give me much welcomed feedback.

Blessings,

Helena

If you’ve been monitoring our websites and news, you will have noticed some changes. We needed to change to a different ISP, which took some research and 10x more time than reasonable, but now it’s done. What’s been lost is the old wordpress news. If I can find it, I will repost. Otherwise, when I learn how, there will be a number of new items for the store that will be downloadable.

We have been in Colorado for most of the Summer, even hosting a campground for a month–until it got to be way to much work!

The IRS has been examining Springs Foundation after beginning to audit Helena, so our plans have been on hold. We were scheduled to give a presentation in Gillette, Wyoming last month, but had to cancel in order to meet with the IRS. Will write more about this when we get results back from them.

Meanwhile, we’ve been enjoying the high country, continuing to work on book manuscripts and other projects, as well as working with individual clients by phone.

Gary