The Peter Dialogs

In July, we gathered to look back at our trip to Utah to find and re-power the 4th Pyramid. First, Peter spoke about Time and the Timekeepers. Since our first days with him (1971-1972), he has told us, “There is no (such thing as) time.” In this session, we learned about the linearity of dimensional reality systems, the changes we are facing with “the diminishing impact of Cause and Effect,” who and what the Timekeepers are, and the “bundling” of time-lines beneath the Sphinx.

http://vimeo.com/13379524. (July 10)

This next video link is for the group question and answer session which followed.

http://vimeo.com/13381359. (July 10)

And finally, at our filming session (July 24), we enjoyed a “review” of the material to lay the foundation for the particular times we are living in.

http://vimeo.com/13658871

And, as Peter so often says, “There is always more.”

Rarely do I find a book I cannot put down, but yesterday, when SON OF A FARMER: CHILD OF THE EARTH arrived, I could not put it down until I had savored every page! Eric Herm’s story is both informative and funny. At times, I wanted to laugh, then cry, then write my Congressman, boycott big corporations, and march in protest somewhere!

“And just how is that different for you, Kay,” you ask? Well, this book has armed me with facts. Facts coming from a farmer who is living in the midst of the systematic, greed-based take over of our food supply and destruction of the ecosystem on which it depends. If there is one important message to take away from this story it’s “Wake Up!” And to assist us in “waking up,” Eric has lists of books, web pages, videos…all with even more ammunition for the arsenal of mind as it forms arguments to combat this take-over.

But the story is also a personal story — a story of youthful rebellion, of dropping out, of searching to “find himself,” and of hearing Spirit’s call to return to the land where he finds, “Everything is one here.” Certainly, the book is not a downer. After we “Let that marinate a spell” (which Eric asks us to do throughout), we arrive at an inspired kind of optimism.

Peter calls Eric, “Spirit of Crazy Horse.” And after I put Eric’s book down, I opened a book I have on Crazy Horse and found the following a most fitting way to conclude…

“Upon suffering beyond suffering: the Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world. A world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations. A world longing for light again. I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again. In that day, there will be those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things and the young white ones will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom. I salute the light within your eyes where the whole Universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be one.” – (This statement was taken from Crazy Horse as he sat smoking the Sacred Pipe with Sitting Bull for the last time, four days before he was assassinated.)

If there is one truth to be realized from this search for the Pyramids of the Four Corners, it is the amazing people who set the stage for our explorations — the Anasazi. While many suggestions are out there as to who they are/were and what happened to them, one thing is for sure…they are/ were an important anchor for inter and intra dimensional travelers.

If we accept Peter’s notion that there is no time; that the whole of linear time (past, future and present) is being lived with this breath; and that we frequently travel among the created perceptions of our various “multi-mensional” reality systems, then it came as no surprise when Peter told us at our last Dialog that people including the Anasazi travel into and out of our experience as easily as we slip behind the wheel of our vehicles and speed off to the store.

So what if these “multi-mensional travelers” were to return with their stories and information on traveling “between the worlds” as it were? One can speculate on some of what they may offer those of us focused in this dimensional reality system:

Governance is not control, but rather consensus built in the presence of Diversity;

Diversity is the result of the expansion of Consciousness rather than its withdrawal;

and, Ego-Identities have an amazing capacity and an important role to play in shaping the Awakening of the Present, the Perceptive Creation of the Past and the Return of the Future.

We already know that the structures we seek and will be working with are passageways or portals which are being awakened, turned on, and re-connected to the system of constructs everyplace and no-place across the “multi-mensional-multi-verses.”

This odyssey would not be complete without an encounter with “those who from the wind came.” Yes! The Anasazi will be summoned to join us in ceremony there.

I thought I was awake. The feel of the wind on my face was cold. How could I sleep with the wind so cold! While I was trying to figure out where I was and what was happening, I heard the familiar voice of Peter – the one I call, “Teacher,” – telling me to put all my effort into “Noticing.”

“OK, I’m Noticing,” I told myself. From my position high above the Earth, I could see lines joining together forming patterns, moving softly and gently, flowing into each other. I could see lines of color morphing one into the other, weaving rhythmically as if the weaving of an especially talented spider. Hey, maybe the Hopi notion that Spider Woman started this whole thing has some merit. Chaos and Order – simultaneously emerging into consciousness and creating …Dance!

“There you have the Matrix of the Magi,” Peter said. “The Earth’s Energy Field is being made known to you – not as a construct, but as the ultimate Feeling Flow! Keep noticing. There is more.”

My attention moved outward and my “noticing” expanded to cosmic levels. I could “see” galaxies moving, pulsating, patterning some kind of rhythmic harmony…”Beautiful,” I heard myself whisper. Then, as if on cue, from the middle of each cluster of light, streams of “dark” became rivers flowing across space, pulsating, throbbing, and merging just above Earth. As quickly as it had formed, the swirling, spinning “dark” descended toward the surface – toward Dark Canyon.

I sat up, trying to slow the shivers going up and down my spine. Wow! An important knowing settled in…this is not your ordinary Pyramid expedition, Kay-Meru-Lucette!

June trip should be a real humdinger.