This is what contact with nonhuman intelligence feels like

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This is an excerpt from my December 1st, 2018 newsletter. If you’d like to be a subscriber, click on “Connect” and find the link at the bottom of the page.

 

Hello Friends,

May I invite you into an experience? I want you to know how they talk to me; what deeper contact with nonhuman intelligence is like, and what it’s like to commune with God and angels and whatever labels you like to use for it. I wrote a whole book about it, and will be writing more. The labels are just words, after all, for this Presence speaks in the glory of sound and light. We think we’re afraid of evil, but really, what we’re afraid of is meeting THIS – fully. It’s a crazy level of intimacy that we must accept if we want to evolve beyond this misunderstanding that we’ve been left in this place alone. We are not alone. Soon you will know this beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I respectfully ask you to set aside time and fully immerse yourself into this video. I recommend using earbuds or playing it through excellent speakers. Feel every feeling that arises in your body. Those who’ve had the divine, numinous touchings can relate to it. We feel like we’re being met by a field of intelligence, with a love so pure, and a purpose that speaks volumes through frequency. It speaks to our bodies and hearts as it fills and surrounds us like an infinite sphere of music. It has the power to transform us and help us to bridge and remember this Light. How we react to it is our choice.

Imagine if you will, that you had actually been abducted. Obviously the people in the video consciously knew ahead of time, and agreed to being “taken.” They know it’s safe, they just don’t know why. Somehow, at least initially, many contactees forget that we did agree on a soul level to these events as well. We forget, because at this point, humanity has forgotten a lot – mainly the Soul. But it’s changing now. The Soul wants to come home to us, on Earth. 

Thank you to my dear friend who sent this video hours ago and derailed the entire newsletter that I had already written and was ready to send today. I don’t mind. My whole life has been a series of happy derailments, and though there have been many challenges, I am so very blessed. Thank you to all of my subscribers for walking with me, side by side, with eyes and hearts open wide.

In Lak’ech,
Eileen

 


It Takes a Lot to Know a Man
by Damien Rice
It takes a lot to know a man
It takes a lot to understand
The warrior, the sage
The little boy enraged
It takes a lot to know a woman
A lot to understand what’s humming
The honeybee, the sting
The little girl with wings
It takes a lot to give, to ask for help
To be yourself, to know and love what you live with
It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel
The slow reveal of what another body needs
It takes a lot to know a man
A lot to know, to understand
The father and the son
The hunter and the gun
It takes a lot know a woman
A lot to comprehend what’s coming
The mother and the child
The muse and the beguiled
It takes a lot to give, to ask for help
To be yourself, to know and love what you live with
It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel
The slow reveal of what another body needs
It takes a lot to give, to ask for help
To be yourself, to know and love what you live with
It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel
The slow reveal of what another body needs
It takes a lot to live, to ask for help
To be yourself, to know and love what you live with
It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel
The slow reveal of what another body needs
What are you so afraid to lose?
What is it you’re thinking that will happen if you do?
What are you so afraid to lose? (You wrote me to tell me you’re nervous and you’re sorry)
What is it you’re thinking that will happen if you do? (Crying like a baby saying “this thing is killing me”)
What is it you’re so afraid to lose? (You wrote me to tell me you’re nervous and you’re sorry)
What is it you’re thinking that will happen if you do? (Crying like a baby saying “this thing is killing me”)
Songwriters: Damien George Rice
It Takes a Lot to Know a Man lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

 

Excuse Me for Interrupting your Story, but…

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I’ve been watching a few YouTube videos from the organization, IANDS, (the Int’l Association of Near-Death Studies). People are sharing their accounts of dying, or leaving the body and having expanded experiences in consciousness, while their own physical body, for whatever reason, has temporarily expired through accident or illness. Interesting how it seems we have to die or be taken far away and outside of our everyday reality – just to remember the truth of who we really are. Why would that be? Because to remember who we actually are would instantly destroy our story in this game or experiment in limited perception. And this act of remembering who we are isn’t written in the outer-world game codes. Rather, through actual experience, we are discovering that the Truth is deeply encoded within our physicality.

This isn’t a new topic of research for me, but I can appreciate that the platforms for the sharing of these NDE accounts have greatly improved. I was drawn to these stories decades ago, mostly because I found that these first-hand accounts usually brought me not only great comfort, but also great relief from the pain and sorrow of being alone with it. Alone with what? The cycles of repeated exposure to the absolute knowing of More, and having to return to the dull, colorless world… again and again. Then there is the attempt to explain it in terms that are certainly far too small to contain it all.

As experiencers, we courageously step out to share our profound journeys, and the associated feelings and understandings we’ve absorbed. But even though we seem to have different kinds of travel stories to tell upon our return, all in all, we can no longer limit ourselves to the existing world and all that is known to build an argument or a case for, “Hey guys, there’s so much more!” Why? Because in the confines of language and concepts in the world, all we can do is point at something, or use metaphors until we are blue in the face, knowing that this must eventually be directly experienced in order to be fully grokked or understood. Ultimately, whether you are a social worker or a quantum physicist, the attention must go within. One way or the other, in form or not, we will meet our Maker. Some of us are finding that we can achieve this while keeping our bodies in tact. We are healing and evolving our bodies while expanding our landscapes in consciousness as well.

I’ve had many years, a lifetime in fact, to ponder and integrate my experiences.  In no way would I say that I am complete, as it is always a dynamic, ongoing process. My life has been one of being repeatedly visited and “taken” to other-dimensional realities with nonhuman guides. I perceived them mostly as tall, angelic light forms, but sometimes they did morph into other forms like beautiful orbs of light, tall grays and mantis-like forms. They were always loving and profoundly wise. While I have no evidence of what my physical body was doing during my out-of-body departures, i.e. breathing or not, I am experiencing expansion, downloads, understandings, reunions, data, and enormous love from the variety of forms I connected with. At a certain point one moves on from the story, plot and character aspect of it – you know, the reaching for the “right” linear words and phrases to explain; and the doubting and apologetic disempowering stance of, “I know it sounds crazy, but…” Rather, we move into the surrender-acceptance and integration phase, and following this is an organic evolutionary phase. This is when Kundalini (Sanskrit term) or Koyopa (Maya term) can occur. This is the body wisdom, the Goddess energy at the base of our spine, responding to our readiness to attune to greater frequency, wholeness, and balance while in form.

Over my lifetime, I experienced a series of deaths of the old and all that we were told about what life is. This was followed by my repeated rebirthings into a growing multidimensionally-aware human, with access to the feeling memory of pure Love, and the maps within that we can consciously utilize to find our way there (or Here) again. Whatever pathway one has traveled – be it NDE or contact with nonhuman intelligence – to find ourselves in the “beyond” – it is deeply understood that these are not separate places. It is not about, “Isn’t it nice that after we die we get to go to these wonderful places.” It is about bridging the distance between these seemingly separate places within our own consciousness.

If there was one important theme or message I could condense from what I was given over time, it would be: Everyone is going to have this opportunity to wake up and become alive again while in form. Everyone will have access to this Love, if they choose. Of course they always have had access, but what I was shown is, now more than ever it is possible to bridge the chasm between here and there with feet on the Earth. And this is what will transform our world from control and limitation, to the embodiment of lucidity and grace. The world will change because we are changing.

Like my own contact episodes, I hear NDE experiencers speak of being informed through the language of instantaneous feeling and knowing, a remembrance of who we actually are. It is a reconnection to our Source/God/Creator (insert your favorite identifier for this pure loving Presence). There are guides, and there are others there, usually on the periphery, but the focus is on taking in what we need to know before returning to the world of pain, suffering, and forgetfulness. Another commonality I see between NDE’ers and contactees, is that we are filled and changed by this limitless love, and we become greatly inspired to let humanity know that we are so much more.

And wow. Not an easy path.

Friends dropped away. Family members keep their distance. We end up with only a handful of, usually open-hearted people, that actually want to engage with us. No matter the changes in our community, we can’t go back, ever, to the way it was. We will continue to share and evolve our connection to our Source with feet on Earth. And we will continue to pass onto you, to the best of our ability, the Truth of who you are too.

Today I continue to connect with these guides and bring through verbal messages about humanity’s evolution.

And because I’m a singer and a writer of song, I share what I discover through the language of music. (Scroll down for close of article.)

As always, thank you for letting me interrupt your story, just as mine was so many times. And thank you for your willingness to absorb more – just as I was invited to do.


Eileen is an author, musical poet, oracle, Kundalini-experiencer. She 0f931-1w0pvopg8gojhk4p_yi6xka
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prefers the Mayan word for the experience – *Koyopa. It’s all the same Source – and when the Goddess 
rises within you, you will be changed forevermore. Eileen believes this is the evolutionary step that is occurring for all – ready or not. Through her visions in OBEs, Koyopa, and contact with angelic beings (Source Field), she has been shown that we are evolving, expanding, and reorienting to the Universal context now, and we have the power to choose how this will go. Eileen encourages us to meet this Greater Love within – consciously and benevolently. And they’ve given her a few tips and roadmaps for the journey.  KoyopaRising.com

Rocking with ETs… and Domestic Abuse

CropEM.90sIn the early 90’s, I experimented with songwriting. After years of being a San Diego-based entertainer – regurgitating other people’s dance and party songs on a myriad of stages, and alongside many talented musicians and groups,  I happily co-created the San Diego-based, 7-piece, alternative-rock band, The Modern Peasants. Why not give this original music thing a whirl? I was already a closet poet – my chicken-scrawl canvases were strewn everywhere.

These poems were hiding on private journal pages, bedside notepads, napkins on the passenger seat of my car, and on the back of envelopes and mailers by the kitchen telephone. It seems I was attempting to express my feelings around two dominant themes in my life: contact with nonhuman intelligence through abduction experiences and lucid dreams; and concurrently, my ongoing healing journey around many years of physical, sexual, and emotional abuse. Both kinds of events had happened so often in my life, and both came with inadequate language or frames to give it voice. I resorted to poetry to express myself, not because I knew how to write poetry, but noticed after some time, and a gazillion scribbles later, my random emotive sneezes onto paper just seemed to read like poetry.

At the time, I had really wanted to learn guitar and accompany myself, and perhaps add a few rhythm strums on stage with the Peasants. I also wanted to try my hand at writing original songs. So I pulled out some of my favorite “poems” and began to hunt and peck the guitar chords and melody that best matched the vibrational feelings within me when I sang out my cryptic notes.

After weeks of effort, I had created two songs. One from each theme in my life. Along with the wonderful collaboration of the uber-talented musicians of the Modern Peasants, these two songs ended up on our first and only album: The Modern Peasants. I have many treasured memories of working with these fine musicians and songwriters. We co-wrote many songs together. These are just two that I gave birth to. I’m glad the band was open to cryptically rocking out to the tunes of ET abduction, and healing from domestic abuse. Click on titles to see SoundCloud blurb and lyrics.

Descend on Me: Describes a major abduction experience in 1991, and an epiphanic learning moment in my life of contact.

Peace of Mind: Describes my transformational journey out of the trauma of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. I drew the courage to leave after dreaming of angels, and coming across a photograph of me as a little girl. I just saw something in her eyes…

I’ve come a long way since the decade of the nineties. So grateful for the healing, and the growth spurt that led me to a new century.

~ Eileen