May 10, 2005

Today while updating the Index Files for major each category in Crystalinks, I realized how all things come full circle, as that is the way the originally files were uploaded in 1995, without fancy backgrounds and music, now relegated to the passages of time, though I couldn't resist placing a song here today. Perhaps you are supposed to close your eyes, listen and remember! There is something in harmonics that moves beyond time and dimension creating portals through which we pass.

The very last file in the alphabetical index is Zoroaster, a fitting place for Z. After I finished cleaning up the main files, a client from Manhattan called for subway directions to my house. After I gave them to her, she laughed and said, "You live at the last stop, in the last building by the water. I guess all things end up with you!" If she only knew ...

On the matter of harmonics, I woke up 4 times during the night, for several seconds each time, as I was verbally singing the words to the song, "Try to Remember" with emphasis on the last word ... Follow which echoed over and over in my mind and room. Never have I experienced anything like this. I do not snore nor talk in my sleep. Maybe I just sing!? (giggle) I remember seeing visions of the blue image of me taken with infra-red film, all about time travel and creation by the feminine energies. It all comes out of the blue, electricity.

Image best viewed in a dark room

Try to remember
The kind of September
When life was slow
And oh so mellow

Try to remember
The kind of September
When grass was green
And grain was yellow

Try to remember
The kind of September
When you were a tender
And callow fellow

Try to remember
And if you remember
Then follow

Try to remember
When life was so tender
That no one wept
Except the willow

Try to remember
When life was so tender
That dreams were kept Besides your pillow


Try to remember
When life was so tender
That love was an ember
About to billow

Try to remember
And if you remember
Then follow

Deep in December
It's nice to remember
Altho' you know
The snow will follow

Deep in December
It's nice to remember
Without a hurt
The heart is hollow

Deep in December
It's nice to remember

The fire of September That made us mellow

Deep in December
Our hearts should remember
And follow ... follow ... follow ...

"Is that a 2012 joke, Z?"

"No, Ellie. The answers are in harmonics! They create everything including portals in time."

"OH! I see! 'C' is the 'C'enter, the heart, the place of remembering and balance!"

"Part of the healing/ awakening process for humanity, is that physical reality is the realm of forgetfulness. Then one day, through the magic of harmonics, memory returns full cycle."

Later that day I read a British client named Tracie. Strangely she told me that she recently woke up singing "In the Arms of the Angels." ... The expression denotes a feeling of protection as souls innocently journey through this realm seeking salvation, compassion, and the understanding that through the pain they will be one day arrive safely back home.