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

 

How Do I Hide? – A Poem

red maskHow Do I Hide?
Let me count the ways…
Everyday I slip into a myriad of masks,
Picking and choosing in any given moment
The one that is perfect
For you,
My other,
The one that I believe
Can’t
Or won’t
Digest the bigger me that I’ve become.

So I stuff my life and my face
Into a box,
And I agree to have more mass appeal –
Kind of like a Happy Meal.
You see,
If your mind has a place to put my face
Then I have given you
Something that is neither
Happy or healthy for anyone.

07e75-11ovdsi6_x3kkhzi-39juoq.jpegWhen I’m alone I grow
By leaps and bounds
So why would I be afraid to show
What I’ve awakened to?
In my private room I see
And I know beyond the
Shadowing of any doubt,
That I am as great as the stars
And as real
And purposeful
As the Earth Herself.

So I’m left to wonder
Whether you,
My other,
Are remembering the truth
In the privacy of your room?
What if we have all discovered the truth
In this laser-like focus of persona,
But in blind devotion to the past
And what has always been,
We find it easier to pretend,
To mask the light of the stars
And the power and purpose of
That Which We Are.

HeadHairBlowOne by one
We must come out
Of our tiny rooms,
Free from the mask
Free from the past.
Who among us
Will have courage
To don the naked face,
To demonstrate
With power and grace
That this human race
Is breaking from its past,
Breaking from the story that We are small
And separate pieces,
Remembering
That today we can choose
To emerge to the truth

That we are one…

All of us knowing,
That the real story
Has only
Just begun.

Eileen Meyer  ©2012

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