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Enslavement Matrix Decoded at the Edge of Liberation

The True Flower of Life

This may seem a strange and surreal, even a morbid headline title, but this very morning I have been downloaded with the mechanics of how the anti-life factions have kept our consciousness alive and enslaved here on planet Earth. I had this knowledge before, but this morning I really received it at a whole new level. I was imagining the true flower of life ( See graphic here) and how each petal of the flower makes its divergence from source at the center but returns to drink of the mother to receive the energy food that enables the living spiral to blosssm itself out even further the next time and the next, always returning home for food at the end of each cycle to spiral out into ever wider blossoms. This is how organic living consciousness participates with source in this marvelous act of creation.

Then I asked myself, “So, if this is so, then how in the world does the fibonacci spiral, which never returns back to source after it makes its first spiral….. (Stay with me here…) How does it not lose energy and actually get smaller in its spiral and cease its life immediately? And then I thought, “something must be keeping it alive artificially if it is not returning to source but is still staying alive.” Then it hit me: it must be receiving an active influence from something outside that is keeping it alive. OMG, this is how the satanic matrix works. It siphons energy from an external source to keep its dying body alive. So, it was then that the big truth hit me and I felt it in my bones, in my blood, through all of my being. There is an artificial intelligence pulse that is constantly imbuing the energy that enables the spiral to repeat, that enables life to continue while it is actually in lock-down underneath a death matrix. This breaks all the rules of what should be. We are all slaves under the grip of this matrix

At once, I understood why my blog of yesterday makes sense. Here is a snippet from that blog.

The bombed wedding hall where she stands alone…

This is why I feel so bereft and like my house has been ram-shackled because it truly has. I was feeling like I was exaggerating, that I should just get a grip, like it really is not that bad. I have news for you! It is this bad!!!This place under the grip of this kiling machine would die in an instant without the negative aliens pulsing this artificial pulse. So, why. Why do they keep us alive at all? The answer is: “They keep us alive so that they can benefit from our enslavement and harvest our misery because it is the food that keeps there fallen systems alive. In essence, we are their gasoline.

But now, as painful and negative the experience of Covid 19 has been and even seemed like the controllers where getting a tighter grip on us, which is partially true; it has also given us the perfect means to go inward and begin invoking our own light to return. As a collective, we have increased our collective heart light immensely through this harrowing and painful journey. As happens at the end of the night is the dark factions hang themselves with their own noose. Our light is growing and light has increased on this planet so much that all of their death architecture is beginning to fail them. The artificial AI’s survival is not being supported here on Earth or in the Milky Way Galaxy at large. The fallen inverted false life generated systems are loosing their power to harvest negative energy. The original home architecture of this organic living planet is returning. Life is beginning to overtake anti-life enslavement. We are resurrecting from this long night of bondage. The rainbow torsion fields are descending from the sky and unlocking the shackles of the false bonded, gender split DNA/RNA and the isolation of lover and beloved from one another is ending as the amino acids are able to pair bond once again. The experience of this will be like Terra forming a barren planet, like bringing the agonizingly alone feeling into the heart of the great reunion with all of its family. This will be the experience for the ones who have been matrix holders for the full grid’s return.

In 1995, I saw it: a ship of slaves crossing a mighty ocean on the darkest night at the darkest time. I heard their moaning and weeping as the engine shoveled coal to keep the boat of misery afloat and moving forward. Now I know that the shoveling of this coal represents the pulse of the AI which keeps the machine driving forward. And the torsion fields of rainbow light that come to release the shackled prisoners on deck in my vision are the return of the trinity architecture from the Krystal star of living light. In my vision the sky cracks open and the rainbows begin spiraling down. And as the spirals touch the shackled prisoners, they shed metal shackles that imprison them and rise up to dance in the most beautiful chain. I think these are amino acid chains in the DNA. I am not sure about the biology. Sometimes I wish I could really translate, but I can tell you the inner sense of it all. (I have learned this: that threw trauma, the DNA comes into distorted configurations of false bonds, and unconditional love is what unlocks the false bonds. It is especially through grief that they are released and the proper configuration can be restored. I do also know that the negative aliens installed architecture within the DNA to block protein synthesis. This is how they held human genome at the enslavement in the bi-wave level in fear-based reality so humanity could serve as “working slaves” yielding a good harvest of pain body. It is almost like we have served as their cattle, they, milking misery from us when they need it. I know this is sinister, but it really helps to understand the workings of the machine and how this death machine has held the living light in bondage on this planet as now we are liberating ourselves from this matrix. All is seen at the end of the night when the light is returning. In 1996 I actually learned that I had had myself death spelled in a life in Ancient Lemuria when I had siphoned power from the external so that I could come to the Earth and go through her liberation and resurrection with her in perfect solidarity and also serve as a veil lifter to enable her ascension.

And in just 6 days, we begin the great planetary reboot through eraofpeace.org with Patricia Cota Robles and the “Hosts of Heaven” she calls them. I see this as the galactic beings who are helping us to resurrect this Earth. It has been a long strange trip, and I, for one, am more than ready to go home, to feel the reunion and celebration as our DNA and we awaken from quarantine and dance back into the family of light within and without. The isolation finally ends. What a miraculous time, human family. I love you so much. We are going home! On December 1st 1996, my shaman released the first of 49 lynch pins, and I had an amazing vision of humanity’s liberation. In 2018 I sent this song to Patricia to see if I could be part of the “Congress of Illumination” which back then cost to much for me to afford. The video is below. To impress upon you what a “big deal” this is. This year, the planetary achievement is so great that it needs as many as possible to participate. That is why it is free. Sign up at http://www.eraofpeace.org Here is the video I made in August of 2018 telling of my experience on December 1st 1996.

Family of Light, We are going home!

The Journey to Birth Home

Could it be that the journey to Bethlehem is paved upon the road of our own DNA?
24 years ago, my world as I knew it fell completely a part. The dam broke and rivers of tumultuous emotion from the depths of my being began crashing through into consciousness. With these came the devastation and complete demise of the survival structures created thus far at age 18. Waking life became a journey saturated with unexplained terror, traveling through an unknown and very much underground wilderness. The people in my life went on around me, their structures still very much intact, as I began the deep sea mission through caves of murky unformed parts of self, long left by the wayside and now wanting to come back into wholeness. It was very much a journey to the depths to retrieve everything lost, to restore the genetic material of my DNA into the light-being in matter that was the true intention of this birth. “Talk about your fixer upper!” It was a mess. A mess of scattered unrecognizable pieces laced with self repellence, unforgiveness and terror of being known. Well the good news was that the light had finally broken through and the bad news was that: yes, the light had finally broken through!. But now, I was the mother of all these pieces, and it was my task to somehow return them all home to the beautiful pristine re-combination they once new before the fall into separation.

Looking back now, I see that throughout this whole journey there have been and still are, two main tasks to accomplish: 1) the task of restoring and aligning the potential genetic material of self and 2) the journey to find a place in which this potential can be nourished to its full flowering. Now after studying and experiencing something called “Peak states” work which highlights in utero experiences and their effect on psycho-spiritual development, I know that these two themes are the first 2 major tasks a spirit faces upon entering matter: conception and implantation. While conception achieved to its fullest is experienced as a sacred marriage between the masculine and feminine ( sperm and egg) and a glorious exchanging of this core genetic material, implantation involves finding a place on the mother’s womb wall for this seed to have a space to be nourished and to grow to it’s full potential. Here, you, the seed, find a place to put down your roots and experience your mother joining you in partnership to bring forth the maximum potential of your genetic material, providing the most optimal environment possible to carry out the plan of your soul’s recipe and enabling the most full expression of you into matter.

Well, Suffice it to say, my experiences of both conception and implantation were pretty disastrous, the church got bombed at conception and there weren’t no room at the in at impantation. Otherwise, everything was just fine. So at 18 when all hell broke loose, I was back in the womb for a do-over to get it right the second time. to both achieve successful conception and successful implantation and in a very real sense, become the womb that would house this 24 year process of second birth. No wonder I was not able to get it right the first time! For the journey, I would become both the mother and the embryo growing within my own womb, living in the topside and the pre-birth world at the same time, forced to make sense of both for neither would be denied. The pressure to make money to support the outside world would be rivaled only by the demand to provide nourishment for the growing embryo. The task has been and continues to be daunting. The only way to feed both parts of self is to find a way to earn money that actually contributes to –the upliftment, healing and continued growth of the embryo. This is really where I am right now as I write these words. And I believe that this is a place where many of us find ourselves right now, living in a world who’s structures reflect separation and very compromised levels of light, how do we feed this precious embryo of light within us that craves such joy and light

To begin to answer this question, I want to share a marvelous dream that I had.
In the dream I was a human embryo and from my naval, there was a chord reaching out into the universe to connect with the cosmic mother. The chord was made of living butterflies!! I woke in awe to realize that my process of seeking place was actually occurring on 2 levels at once. While my pre-birth self was struggling to find my birth mother’s womb wall, my 42 year old self was, at the same time, desperately reaching out to find the womb wall of the Cosmic Mother. Then I realized that all of us at this time are, in one way or another, having to tune into this cosmic mother. She and she alone can tell us our place in the larger plan. Without her our life feels as lost as that fertilized egg floating in oblivion of disconnection to it’s birth mother, We, like that egg, are in need of the instructions for where to go and what to do that only our cosmic mother has, telling us our roles in birthing the body of her magnum opus. The next great birth in our cosmos.

I want to go back to my dream for a moment and share the magnificent multi colored vibrance of the butterfly umbilical chord.: my umbilical chord was actually made of huge bunches of living gorgeously beautiful rainbow colored butterflies braided, thick rows of them forming the spiraling chord reaching up into the black void of space to join with the cosmic mother. It was so magnificently awesome. I love the butterflies being the actual material of the umbilical chord: they the creatures of metamorphosis, they, whose new form only rises out of the old form’s complete surrender, they who wait in darkness as their previously held bodies are rendered into formless goo where the imaginal cells are enabled to achieve the correct alignment that yields the new and glorious creature of flight. There is so much to learn from the butterfly, the veteran species of death and re-birth, the one who knows intimately the process of surrendering to higher intelligence to be fully remade.

Like the butterfly’s journey, this is a time of great pre-birth and formlessness, often appearing chaotic and even senseless and cruel. These are chaotic times that we feel and see inside and out. But if we can hold onto the bigger picture and always remember to recover the knowing that a much grander intelligence than we is at work here and it is making something marvelous, perhaps we can begin to lay back and allow ourselves to surrender to the process, knowing that we are being re-made in a form that is truly useful to the divine intelligence behind it all. To do this we must open to let ourselves be guided by forces that may seem alien and often times will take us right into the jaws of the dragon, right into our deepest pain, And this is absolutely where our higher self most wants us to go in order that we feel what we have been resisting and re-member the rejected parts of self back into our beautiful hearts, bringing light to the darkness and darkness into the light.

This is the work of the divine mother we are all being asked to become. We are all like Mary, carrying our bundle of wounds and pains pregnant with our own rememberment to birth the Christ child within. Only, from our partnership with the divine can we birth the structures that will be the vibrational match to quell our own specialized appetites and our own totally unique strands in this great web that remembers the new earth. Each one of us carries a potential life form that is the highest answer to the divine’s call to birth heaven on earth. This is how we, in our small lives, can partner hand and hand with the divine intelligence to transform the present day grid ( expressing largely in fear and separation consciousness) into the new grid (that will be the living expression of unity consciousness and celebration, governed by divine love and reverence for all of life.) So, in a sense we are like Mary traveling through the darkest night, but unlike Mary in that we are truly pregnant with our own homes: homes made of love, light and beauty, ;homes fashioned from the beauty that we have recovered and will continue recovering in the days to come from out of the darkest night; homes fashioned out of the incredible mother-love that it has taken to gather, again and again, the broken pieces into the central fires to come home. Each time achieving a more perfect order, each time coming to the devastation and bringing the incoming wounded into the heart to be polished so lovingly and washed so pristinely clean by our tender tears; homes brought into existence by our hunger for what is beautiful and what is right.

Here I am reminded of words to Enya’s song, “ May it be”. May it be an evening star shines down upon you. May it be when darkness comes your heart will be true. You walk a lonely road. Oh how far you are from home. May it be the shadows call will fly away, May it be your journey on to light the day. When the night has overcome, we will rise to find the dawn. A promise lives within you now, A promise lives within you now. “ A promise lives within all of us now and lying wait in the unexpressed potential of this moment is the genetic material of unity consciousness in it’s beautifully and fully expressed form, a new earth and a glorious destiny for us all. Thank you to all of us for all we are doing to bring this world into being!

Sarah Adams is a teacher, musician, artist, healer and minister in the Portland area who works with children, and the creative spirit in people of all ages. Through the mediums of music art, movement, sound healing dramatic play, guided imagery and dream work, she helps people to access their authentic identities and align with their connection to the divine plan. Sarah specializes in areas of bringing hope, inspiration and nourishment to those weary of the fear and despair that are the ever-present offspring of the current-day grid of separation consciousness, assisting them in illuming the path ahead and finding satisfying meaning to the great journey of becoming. Sarah can be reached at sarahsparkle65@comcast.net, http://www.sarahadams.org

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