Once Upon a Time...
I had to title this article “Once Upon a Time” because that’s the only way to properly begin a fairytale. Most of what I’m discussing here, although “real” in that we experienced it, and will be experiencing it repeatedly in the future, comes from the land of make-believe. So sit back, relax, grab a ceremonial Criollo fair trade cacao latte with organic (no guar gum) coconut milk, a sprinkle of Ceylon cinnamon (not Cassia- it’s bad for your liver) and a dash of ashwagandha for good measure - you’re going to need it.
Let’s start with September 11, 2001.
(Photo I took at the 9/11 Memorial a few years ago)
Bitter and Sweet
September 11. What a perfect week for me to write and share this article. If you have been around any of my work over the last 12 years you know that 9/11 has always been a bittersweet day for me. Bitter because I lost friends. Bitter because New York forever lost the magic I was born, raised, and thrived in for the first 30 years of my life. Bitter because my career as a corporate attorney at the world’s top corporate law firm would forever be the anchor of my 9/11 memory. Bitter because my daughter, who I would birth into the world only one month later, would never know the world as I knew it. She would never see the New York skyline that is forever etched into my memory. A skyline I often saw from the Hudson River, speeding past with the Twin Towers on my left, on my family’s Cigarette speedboat. As a little girl I would watch as one tower appeared to be taller than the other, until a few seconds later when the second tower appeared bigger. I remember asking my dad how this was possible and this was where I first learned about optical illusions.
Embracing The Sweet
(Photo I took of my daughter hailing her first taxi in NYC on one of our many trips back to the East Coast)
Sweet because while I was in labor with my daughter, a month after 9/11 with my mom by my side, I looked at her and said, “Now I have my answer.” The answer was to the question of whether I would raise my daughter in New York. I had such a beautiful, joyful childhood/high school/college and law school life, ALL in New York. I always thought “I want my kids to have exactly what I had.” But my (now ex) husband who was right there with me as well during labor, and is a native New Yorker, said “New York isn’t the same. We can’t give her that.”
We knew this was it.
9/11 had a radical impact on the direction of my life. Of our lives. Looking back after 20+ years in Hawaii, having raised both of my children here, I couldn’t imagine it any other way. I truly have created my dream life and have been living in it for 20 years. Watching my kids grow up surfing, paddling, living in a tropical paradise with endless summers, I am profoundly grateful the Universe showed me the exit door on New York. I now live the life I used to only get a couple of weeks a year on vacation. 9/11 and motherhood led me to have the courage to create a life that I didn’t need a vacation from. Every time we visit New York, I feel a sense of nostalgia, but always a radical happiness that I am coming HOME to Hawaii.
(Photos taken by me of: Hanalei Bay, Swimming with wild dolphins which we have done many times, and an amazing community of friends my daughter grew up with).
So to say life in this tropical paradise has been sweet ever since 9/11 - is an understatement. But back to optical illusions.
How fitting it is that the idea of illusions have a secure place in my memory of the Towers. This is especially ironic considering the grand illusion that has become embedded in the minds of seemingly logical intelligent people. The illusion I refer to is the illusion that a couple of underweight men with box cutters pulled off the greatest terrorist attack ever on American soil. In multiple commercial airplanes.
Nary a military fighter jet in sight to take any of the planes down.
As incomprehensible as it is to me, and likely you, if you are a regular reader here, that there are people who actually believe the official narrative - we know these people exist. They exist in what I can only describe as a somnambulatory waltz through life in a cloud of denial, peppered with a lobotomized prefrontal cortex. I don’t say that in a pejorative way, and I don’t mean physically lobotomized - like the surgeries they used to perform to strip people of their humanity.
I’m referring to the mass hypnosis and brainwashing that results in the disengagement of critical thinking ability. A mass hypnosis that manifests as an obtuse unwillingness to look at the dark underbelly of the world, coupled with a vehement refusal to accept the premise that the United States government would ever do anything to harm their own people.
It would be easy to call them naïve, ignorant, or stupid, as a lot of independent-thinking folks (referred to by the cognitively-impaired as “conspiracy theorists”) call them. But really, they’re not stupid. They are the unfortunate consequences of the paternalistic, authoritarian, or autocratic parenting they were exposed to as children.
The truth is that these illusion-adopters never stood a chance, because without deprogramming their minds from the dangerous belief in hierarchies, without healing their childhood traumas from having been raised as subordinates, without reclaiming sovereignty they do not even know exists, and without freedom from the delusion that they need “daddy” to protect and save them from the bad guys, they were, and are, PRIME targets for mass hypnosis.
The 9/11 official narrative checks off all of the Mother Wound and Father Wound boxes:
We have bad guys, someone or something to fear. Even better they represent a religion and culture Americans have been programmed to hate since childhood.
We have good guys, someone or something who is going to save us all. The US government. Obviously.
We have successfully identified evil “out there” This means we can safely project our own shadow “out there” and can yet again avoid having to look inside our own darkness, and the ways we perpetuate evil in the world. The way we support the torture and pain of innocent animals for our gluttony. The way we support the slave labor of children for our chocolate and coffee. And the way we support brutal working conditions of poor women in Brazil for the sake of fast fashion. But hey, at least we can get that $40 pair of pants from Zara.
You can see how the fairytale formula leads the masses who are out of touch with their own inner demons to the literal and figurative slaughter.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Covid.
This isn’t an article about Covid, or 9/11. It’s actually a “heads up” about something on the near horizon, tempered with my ever-persistent reminder that you are in control of only one thing: YOUR ENERGY. It’s a warning with an empowering message that fear is our only true enemy. It’s a call to your Higher Self, a self that exists beyond duality, and accepts neither the mass grand scale illusion of the collective nor the constant and pervasive push from the “truther” community, whose participants I believe mean well - but who lead you down rabbit holes of darkness, leaving you without practical pragmatic solutions you can apply to your every day life.
My work is and always has been premised on Love. Real unconditional Love. Jesus kind of Love. It’s also pragmatic, which is why “lifeproof” is my mantra. Read. Listen. Learn. Apply. Do you have lifeproof? Because that is what matters. I’m blessed to continually receive messages on a daily basis of the significant improvements people experience in all areas of their lives with my work. GO HERE if you’d like to read.
We watched the great plandemic experiment of 2020 unfold in a similar, if not identical, process of mass hypnosis to 9/11.
Bad guys and something to fear. Check.
Good guys coming to rescue and save us. Check.
Identification of evil “out there”. Check.
In this case the fear was a virus. The good guy was Anthony Fauci and the benevolent savior known as the pharmaceutical industry. And the evil out there? Well that was a moving target. First it was the man-made virus. Then it was us. You know, the people who laughed at the absurdity of it all, read the patents for “medical devices” (not vaccines), researched the damage to the human genetic material from mRNA technology, decided to rely on our excellent immune systems and take responsibility for our health, and absolutely refused at any point to wear toxic and useless face masks.
Many people have told me it was hard not to laugh out loud at the clown show and its participants. I get it.
If you don’t have the awareness that you literally exist in a hypnotic state for the first 7 years of life, and during those years, your brain is either wired for independent thinking or wired for blind obedience premised on fear of the “authority” figure - the natural conclusion would be - idiots. In fact, many times while watching people wear masks and then remove them to eat, and then put them back on again, my mind occasionally thought IDIOT!
But I know better. It was just really hard to watch these people behave so, well, idiotic.
But their thinking operates within the fairytale framework of make-believe. The land where there’s always a bad guy. A savior. And somewhere to project their own darkness. So now we get to the good stuff. What’s on the horizon?