Convergence

“Look up,” Said Dolores. And so I did.

“Oh!” I gasped, and gasped again. “Oh my goodness. Of course. That is what you have been trying to tell me!” It seemed utterly obvious in retrospect. I have had clues. Lots of them, perhaps for years. Above us was an energetic structure of a pyramid. It was beautiful and… alive. But there was so much more going on.

Dolores was smiling, but quiet. She was watching me put the pieces together. I looked down at my feet. I have been here before.

“I knew that re-entering dreams was possible, but, I never imagined it could happen this way.” I looked around and took mental notes. Some of my most memorable dreams, both with and without Dolores, and with and without Masaru Emoto, were layered – presented all on top of each other, fitting together perfectly like a three dimensional puzzle. Not only dreams, but a few supernormal experiences from my life. They were converging and coming alive in tandem with each other, like an energetic map.

“I bet this has something to do with going to the salt mine today.”

“You’d be right about that,” Dolores nodded. “Pay attention. Take notes.”

And with that, the dream was over. I didn’t sleep much overnight, and when I did it was fitfully. A horse needing tending during the wee hours, strong winds from the South buffeted the house for days now, chores needing done extra early so we could leave in time for our trek to the great Kansas salt mine, which is located about an hour and a half drive west of our farm.

Strataca is an underground salt mine museum. Way underground. Like, way, way underground, as in 65 stories underground. A truly unnatural place for a human to venture, I have been working myself up for the experience. This ancient sea salt mine has veins stretching from Kansas all the way to New Mexico. The family and the grandkids are excited to visit. I am too, but probably for slightly different reasons.

In the last few days I have had so many sychronicities line up. Each one connected directly to dear friends, BQH Practitioners, former clients sending mysterious messages and those attending or still pondering on attending, the upcoming BQH Immersion class. It was all coming together. Pyramids, water, salt, ancient seas, dreams, solar energetics, light columns, Dolores Cannon and Emoto, all on the night of the 2023 Vernal Equinox. Spiraling ever upward.

More to come!