Blood Moon With An Easter Sunrise

Jeremy - 
You know that feeling after being on an airplane for a long time, well getting in a car for a 10 hour drive brought everything into perspective; within 2 hours we are parked off the highway snoring.

Lisana-
Feeling the weariness I sink into my seat and the realization I am here on a highway in the USA, heading back to Mt. Shasta which links through the kundalini to Peru, the view much different than of the sacred valley. Moments of confusion arise as I realize I am not sure where I live anymore.
The revelation after passing Mt. St. Helen is that all the volcanoes are standing out perfectly clear today, one by one announcing their presence as we view them like a motion film while passing Mt. Baker, Rainier, St Helens, Mt Hood, Mt McLoughlin and the rest in the cascade volcano range of the ring of fire.

The light of the day succumbs to the encroaching darkness of night, when at last the horizon of the Ashland vortex is seen through the veil of twilight. Always a welcome spot as it heralds the great mother Shasta as not being far off. I notice the moon is fairly high in the sky, completely opposite from the sun, who is still hovering above the ridge line. Curious I'm not entirely sure I have ever seen them look quite like this, the highway assures our balance down the center of the two sky Gods, Luna and Inti (the sun). The energy of the blood moon eclipse is already building as only 24 hours away, what are we in store for this time.
We announce our arrival to Aida, our dear friend who awaits us. The three of us connect with our hearts fully open, while our eyes barely open, just enough to find our way into bed. The next day we have a morning tea party on the upper deck, catching up while affirming our trade for lodging. Before we leave for our day's adventure we hold ceremony amongst the cookies and tea. Aida produces three Peruvian whistles in honor of our time there, the intense sound sends us into altered states, reminding us of our connection to Peru.

Jeremy-
Interestingly enough the connection to Peru was not just through us, Aida a shaman of many lifetimes brings our awareness to the fact that sister Thedra, who we had learnt about in Peru as being one of the only people on earth who had any experience of the mysterious temple of the seven rays, in the Peruvian/ Bolivian amazon jungle. She, after being in Peru for some considerable time had traveled to northern California to start the St. Germain's society while living in the gateway house and holding many seances and council meetings with ascended masters in the basement apt. where we stay.

The day is bright and beautiful as we head out for Stewart Springs. We have been made aware that not a single flake of snow had fallen all winter long in the city of mount Shasta, so the landscape is dry while the air is crisp. Whenever possible cleansing both the mind and body is beneficial prior to any service. We travel along the north side of mount Shasta and take a left away, dropping us down into the juniper desert. The trail is moderately traveled yet has a feeling of secrecy. We park, smudge, align our hearts and follow the rocky single track to the edge of the lava tube opening. Having been here twice before, once the summer solstice with a group and the other the merkaba alignment in August the previous year with Lisana holding space at the cave entrance. The latter of which I was most fortunate to have been accompanied by a white owl deep into the cave, getting close enough to touch the incredible creature spirit. 
This time with an intensity building in my stomach and in Lisana's expression, we carefully pick our way down through the volcanic boulders and jagged staircase, descending into the aroma of bat guano and cool stagnant air, even Shasta my dog is behaving nervously. We are aware that on days of potent galactic significance there is always an opportunity therein to clear old energies and release shadow forces, back to the light.
Here at the root of the root chakra, we offer a carefully selected aboriginal dream time quartz deep within the cave. I feel much more precarious this time, traveling alone, without the spirit owl to guide my way.
No fear, yet my grasp for hand holds are desperate and needy, my legs tremble as I reach from rock to rock, surrendering my courage as the dark became so dark all became void. My voice carries my intention deep into mother Gaia as I kneel with my headlamp off. My return to Lisana at the entrance is swift just less than hasty. On arriving back she looks almost panicked as we concur that it is time for extremely dense energies to exit here between now and the blood moon. Agreeing to leave we gather our altar possessions stowing them in our satchels and make for the trail a few paces away. Needing to assist Lisana who appears disorientated and according to the expression on her face, seems to be expecting a freight train of energy to come barreling out of the magmas path. Halfway toward the climb out, Lisana starts to break into an energy of escape so I assure her that we cannot run but retreat with respect. Naturally the energy is better in the midday sun as we step beyond the ledge of the tube and back into the desert where sage brush, desert orchid and juniper ushers us onward. 
We collect ourselves at the car as a vehicle pulls in carrying 2 women from Hawaii. They jump out and approach us and it is clear that they are here in service. They declare they are not sure of the protocol in these parts being from the pacific islands. So I offer them sage and a small stick of palo santo for back up. I also offer the understanding the clearing has begun as it may feel a little heavy in the cave. They seem glad to hear this and spin on their heels in the direction of the cave and keenly go straight to task. 

We depart for lunch and orientation for the ascent of the mountain. After a short while we realize this is not to be the case as we run into Eddy, the court organizer of our way-showers. He announces to us that attendance is of our highest expectations. The gathering sight is not on the mountain but at the beautiful  seat of castle lake, in the opposing Siskiyou mountains. We arrive a couple hours later just before sunset, aircraft has been laying chem-trails all day, assuming an attempt to block out tonights amazing event, the first of the tetra blood moons. 
Approaching the shore of castle lake where blankets are laid, half a dozen people sit in meditation. 
Eddy who is here, announces our arrival as we receive a warm but quiet welcome. Sandra, our dear friend whom we recognize as the prime gate keeper of Mt Shasta jumps to her feet to greet us. 
There is not a lot of space close to the shore by the fire, so we mull around looking for altar sight when realizing that the half subterranean boulder about a hundred feet from the shore is actually the jewel as yet undiscovered in this gathering. The light fades as the twinkle begins in the water, climbing the serpentine and granite cliffs to follow the ridge where the moon appears in an unhindered night sky. We are only hours away, albeit dark we feel the need to adorn the rock with crystals and candles that we diligently attend and re-light during the gusty energies of the evening. 

I feel an inclining or a magnifying sense in my connection to everything that is happening, however I don't feel connected to the group that is gathered although an understanding everyone has been called to this place at this time. We witness the initial obscuring of the moon as expected at 12:07 am, noticing  heightened frequencies flowing within the music and voices, which has escalated to this point over several hours. I feel encapsulated in every moment, leaning upward as if my pineal is magnetized to the moon, the eclipse is underway. Not sure what to do with myself, I check in with Lisana and decide the only thing to do is to sit down. What happens next to me is both dizzying and elating as a wave followed by several more waves of energy, electrical of sorts pulse through the landscape. Lisana who appears to be crawling away from me quickly crawls back asking "did you feel that", I respond "yeah and I am still feeling it as my crown chakra is about to explode". Reeling from the intensity of this experience we try to gain some composure. Lisana giggles in the way she does while I grip to myself, cross legged. She lays back which provoke the need for me return to my body as I feel a shudder of the earth's release. At this moment there seems to be a procession of new comers, I recognize the energy and flash back to Plutos cave. Most hooded, these guests were not an intrusion and known by some of the event recipients. The energy contorts within the group and I intuitively contract only to witness the dynamic. Not to waste the moment Lisana and I gather ourselves up and walk into the woods to a small clearing where the moon is most bright albeit eclipsed. For some inane reason I believe our mission here on this night is not necessarily connected to communion but to connect with universal consciousness and willing to expand allowing myself to be a  conduit. We quickly go to ground knowing not so much whether this is the chosen spot but that it is the given moment. I am aware of Lisana's instant entry into a transcendental state that after a few moments I glance to my left to see for her comfort and notice that she is a shell and yet still present physically. In this instant knowing fear is not the answer I presume she is just doing better than I am. So I bring my attention to the job at hand, seeing myself in the astronauts chair of multi-dimensional travel with a reverence to know that this is an experiment for humanity. I resign myself to open my heart as wide as I've always done hopefully more in every step. To my delight and surprise the result is unparalleled to anything I have yet experienced beyond the use of plant medicine. The trees only existing within their silhouette levitate in my vision. The moon accompanying planets and numerous stars anchor in an emerald silver glow the matrix within the stars, locking in a moment of perfection. I hear the soft words of encouragement from Lisana, now no longer beside me she whispers demands in my right ear,  "expand as much as you can". It is so important for us on this planet to behold the energy within everything and in that I could go farther. Lisana's voice now from behind just says "hold it and embody it", amused I am as Lisana sounds like Yoda. At this instant I catapult back into my body. I am compelled to say whether I know it or not, "we did it, didn't we?" Lisana is not even behind me she is on my left and beginning to fidget, I hear the words "go again and now ground this energy into the mother."
I am not sure whether to look over my shoulder or to search within so I surrender. It is less available to me what happens next, moments later I become conscious of my body shaking with no more effort available when Lisana leans over my shoulder and says "well done". 


Lisana -
I am not sure how Jeremy manages to drive us back as before I know it we are pulling in the gateway house, we tip toe in as not to awake Aida. A good night sleep and a slow start in the morning as we both are experiencing an energy hang over. The moments spill into a vacuum that suspends time. While in town for our groceries, we encounter some of the star tribe with each of them confirming they are feeling the same. No one seems to be able to function at all, Sandra invites us to a brainless lunch, she calls it, while not able to cognitively respond to her we therefore part ways.
Each day passes with little effort as it feels warped and nothing makes sense. We tend to notice these ebb and flow times after our major ceremonies. Quite amazed that the entire week slips away and still no call to go to the mountain. Why are we not urged to go, what is keeping us away or perhaps keeping us here.
Finally a breakthrough. Feeling the presence of the venerated one, humbled, by the energy of Sanat Kumara.
It is time, Jeremy is to connect with this ascended master once again as we did in Peru when at the etheric temple on the mountain Ausengate. I am to facilitate the engagement.  

Jeremy-
After dinner Lisana moves around the main room of the basement lighting candles as if something was preordained to happen. I thought to joke of her activities yet kept silent and just watched. Before too long she glances over to me and suggests "we will have guests, visitors tonight". I thought again to shoot a little humor into the increasingly thick atmosphere, I observe the culture in the air, even Shasta my dog, seems uneasy, while Lisana is more absorbed in her own motions. I feel the chill of discomfort when in the presence of the supernatural. I stand from my chair in the kitchen as three spirits enter the room through the door in which Shasta is fixated upon. I am compelled to plant myself on the couch opposite the banquet table as Lisana concludes her preparations. She returns from the bedroom with one of my most helpful tools, a golden lemurian and sets it in my hand, to my instant relief. Three figures appear in front of me and somewhat an interview occurs. I cannot provide much more information other than an agreement was made and support was offered. 

Lisana-
The next morning in one of those take over moments as I find myself arresting Jeremy while he sits on the couch. I speak to him in a way I can only remember as if I am asked to step out and allow my body access for the benevolent. I remember crying and offering words, but that is all that I can recall. I can only trust that we both received the words or perhaps it was meant to be a vibration.
I offer the idea of sunrise for Easter on the mountain and the light team concurs, with an agreement to all meet the next morning. Jeremy suggests we sleep there as to make it easy for ceremony with the early start. I am not prepared for camping this trip, as we never discussed this possibility, so we did not bring any gear. Jeremy insists we can push the seats forward and for the 3 of us (this includes Shasta) to sleep in the back of yaris my hatchback little car. We do a trial run in Aida's driveway and I concede to the idea, though as always yielding to the highest level of comfort I can grasp to. Aida provides many blankets with the support of my initiative for comfort.
With the day at close we make our way to the mountain, roam around a bit and then settle in for the night. Then it begins, I cannot contain myself, I break out in the most uncontrollable laughter, giggles and giggles. Jeremy joins with me but at the same time attempts to eclipse the noise as not to disturb our neighbors. It doesn't work, I giggle for hours. We cannot find comfort at all and I find this to be so humorous as this will go down as the most enjoyable discomfort I have yet experienced. I especially love when Jeremy announces he has to take on the dolphin pose in order to lay his body over the crack than runs the width of the back of the car.
I'm pretty sure I did not sleep all night, although Shasta did not have any problems I am surprised that my earth walker, who can sleep on anything could not sleep either. The moment we all turn in the other direction to find a new position we see a glimpse of the first light.

Unfolding ourselves from the back of the car, bleary eyes and tousled hair we seek to connect with the group. Some slept on the mountain as others make their way up for service, Eddy and Kim arrive just as we locate our sunrise sight, others present for  this morning's service are Robert, Love Flame, Lizardman, Nick and Alana, Sandra and Arian, a powerful and super bright contingent.
Everyone melds into a still point of breathlessness as the sun emerges from the v shaped notch of the ridge line to the east, creating a chalice of light. This day of Easter with a grand cross alignment we vow to usher in the Christ consciousness in the golden light of a new era. 



















 spot as it heralds the great mother Shasta as not being far off. I notice the moon is fairly high in the sky, completely opposite from the sun, who is still hovering above the ridge line. Curious I'm not entirely sure I have ever seen them look quite like this, the highway assures our balance down the center of the two sky Gods, Luna and Inti (the sun). The energy of the blood moon eclipse is already building as only 24 hours away, what are we in store for this time.
We announce our arrival to Aida, our dear friend who awaits us. The three of us connect with our hearts fully open, while our eyes barely open, just enough to find our way into bed. The next day we have a morning tea party on the upper deck, catching up while affirming our trade for lodging. Before we leave for our day's adventure we hold ceremony amongst the cookies and tea. Aida produces three Peruvian whistles in honor of our time there, the intense sound sends us into altered states, reminding us of our connection to Peru.

Jeremy-
Interestingly enough the connection to Peru was not just through us, Aida a shaman of many lifetimes brings our awareness to the fact that sister Thedra, who we had learnt about in Peru as being one of the only people on earth who had any experience of the mysterious temple of the seven rays, in the Peruvian/ Bolivian amazon jungle. She, after being in Peru for some considerable time had traveled to northern California to start the St. Germain's society while living in the gateway house and holding many seances and council meetings with ascended masters in the basement apt. where we stay.

The day is bright and beautiful as we head out for Stewart Springs. We have been made aware that not a single flake of snow had fallen all winter long in the city of mount Shasta, so the landscape is dry while the air is crisp. Whenever possible bathing and cleansing both the mind and body is beneficial prior to any service. As I dry off in the sun, Lisana dresses and ready's herself for Plutos cave. We travel along the north side of mount Shasta and take a left away, dropping us down into the juniper desert. The trail is moderately traveled yet has a feeling of secrecy. We park, smudge, align our hearts and follow the rocky single track to the edge of the lava tube opening. Having been here twice before, once the summer solstice with a group and the other the merkaba alignment in August the previous year with Lisana holding space at the cave entrance. The latter of which I was most fortunate to have been accompanied by a white owl deep into the cave, getting close enough to touch the incredible creature spirit.
This time with an intensity building in my stomach and in Lisana's expression, we carefully pick our way down through the volcanic boulders and jagged staircase, descending into the aroma of bat guano and cool stagnant air, even Shasta my dog is behaving nervously. We are aware that on days of potent galactic significance there is always an opportunity therein to clear old energies and release shadow forces, back to the light.
Here at the root of the root chakra, we offer a carefully selected aboriginal dream time quartz deep within the cave. I feel much more precarious this time, traveling alone, without the spirit owl to guide my way.
No fear, yet my grasp for hand holds are desperate and needy, my legs tremble as I reach from rock to rock, surrendering my courage as the dark became so dark all became void. My voice carries my intention deep into mother Gaia as I kneel with my headlamp off. My return to Lisana at the entrance is swift just less than hasty. On arriving back she looks almost panicked as we concur that it is time for extremely dense energies to exit here between now and the blood moon. Agreeing to leave we gather our altar possessions stowing them in our satchels and make for the trail a few paces away. Needing to assist Lisana who appears disorientated and according to the expression on her face, seems to be expecting a freight train of energy to come barreling out of the magmas path. Halfway toward the climb out, Lisana starts to break into an energy of escape so I assure her that we cannot run but retreat with respect. Naturally the energy is better in the midday sun as we step beyond the ledge of the tube and back into the desert where sage brush, desert orchid and juniper ushers us onward.
We collect ourselves at the car as a vehicle pulls in carrying 2 women from Hawaii. They jump out and approach us and it is clear that they are here in service. They declare they are not sure of the protocol in these parts being from the pacific islands. So I offer them sage and a small stick of palo santo for back up. I also offer the understanding the clearing has begun as it may feel a little heavy in the cave. They seem glad to hear this and spin on their heels in the direction of the cave and keenly go straight to task.

We depart for lunch and orientation for the ascent of the mountain. After a short while we realize this is not to be the case as we run into Eddy, the court organizer of our way-showers. He announces to us that attendance is of our highest expectations. The gathering sight is not on the mountain but at the beautiful  seat of castle lake, in the opposing Siskiyou mountains. We arrive a couple hours later just before sunset, aircraft has been laying chem-trails all day, assuming an attempt to block out tonights amazing event, the first of the tetra blood moons.
Approaching the shore of castle lake where blankets are laid, half a dozen people sit in meditation.
Eddy who is here, announces our arrival as we receive a warm but quiet welcome. Sandra, our dear friend whom we recognize as the prime gate keeper of Mt Shasta jumps to her feet to greet us.
There is not a lot of space close to the shore by the fire, so we mull around looking for altar sight when realizing that the half subterranean boulder about a hundred feet from the shore is actually the jewel as yet undiscovered in this gathering. The light fades as the twinkle begins in the water, climbing the serpentine and granite cliffs to follow the ridge where the moon appears in an unhindered night sky. We are only hours away, albeit dark we feel the need to adorn the rock with crystals and candles that we diligently attend and re-light during the gusty energies of the evening.

I feel an inclining or a magnifying sense in my connection to everything that is happening, however I don't feel connected to the group that is gathered although an understanding everyone has been called to this place at this time. We witness the initial obscuring of the moon as expected at 12:07 am, noticing  heightened frequencies flowing within the music and voices, which has escalated to this point over several hours. I feel encapsulated in every moment, leaning upward as if my pineal is magnetized to the moon, the eclipse is underway. Not sure what to do with myself, I check in with Lisana and decide the only thing to do is to sit down. What happens next to me is both dizzying and elating as a wave followed by several more waves of energy, electrical of sorts pulse through the landscape. Lisana who appears to be crawling away from me quickly crawls back asking "did you feel that", I respond "yeah and I am still feeling it as my crown chakra is about to explode". Reeling from the intensity of this experience we try to gain some composure. Lisana giggles in the way she does while I grip to myself, cross legged. She lays back which provoke the need for me return to my body as I feel a shudder of the earth's release. At this moment there seems to be a procession of new comers, I recognize the energy and flash back to Plutos cave. Most hooded, these guests were not an intrusion and known by some of the event recipients. The energy contorts within the group and I intuitively contract only to witness the dynamic. Not to waste the moment Lisana and I gather ourselves up and walk into the woods to a small clearing where the moon is most bright albeit eclipsed. For some inane reason I believe our mission here on this night is not necessarily connected to communion but to connect with universal consciousness and willing to expand allowing myself to be a  conduit. We quickly go to ground knowing not so much whether this is the chosen spot but that it is the given moment. I am aware of Lisana's instant entry into a transcendental state that after a few moments I glance to my left to see for her comfort and notice that she is a shell and yet still present physically. In this instant knowing fear is not the answer I presume she is just doing better than I am. So I bring my attention to the job at hand, seeing myself in the astronauts chair of multi-dimensional travel with a reverence to know that this is an experiment for humanity. I resign myself to open my heart as wide as I've always done hopefully more in every step. To my delight and surprise the result is unparalleled to anything I have yet experienced beyond the use of plant medicine. The trees only existing within their silhouette levitate in my vision. The moon accompanying planets and numerous stars anchor in an emerald silver glow the matrix within the stars, locking in a moment of perfection. I hear the soft words of encouragement from Lisana, now no longer beside me she whispers demands in my right ear,  "expand as much as you can".
It is so important for us on this planet to behold the energy within everything and in that I could go farther. Lisana's voice now from behind just says "hold it and embody it", amused I am as Lisana sounds like Yoda. At this instant I catapult back into my body. I am compelled to say whether I know it or not, "we did it, didn't we?" Lisana is not even behind me she is on my left and beginning to fidget, I hear the words "go again and now ground this energy into the mother."
I am not sure whether to look over my shoulder or to search within so I surrender. It is less available to me what happens next, moments later I become conscious of my body shaking with no more effort available when Lisana leans over my shoulder and says "well done".


Lisana -
I am not sure how Jeremy manages to drive us back as before I know it we are pulling in the gateway house, we tip toe in as not to awake Aida. A good night sleep and a slow start in the morning as we both are experiencing an energy hang over. The moments spill into a vacuum that suspends time. While in town for our groceries, we encounter some of the star tribe with each of them confirming they are feeling the same. No one seems to be able to function at all, Sandra invites us to a brainless lunch, she calls it, while not able to cognitively respond to her we therefore part ways.
Each day passes with little effort as it feels warped and nothing makes sense. We tend to notice these ebb and flow times after our major ceremonies. Quite amazed that the entire week slips away and still no call to go to the mountain. Why are we not urged to go, what is keeping us away or perhaps keeping us here.
Finally a breakthrough. Feeling the presence of the venerated one, humbled, by the energy of Sanat Kumara.
It is time, Jeremy is to connect with this ascended master once again as we did in Peru when at the etheric temple on the mountain Ausengate. I am to facilitate the engagement.

Jeremy-
After dinner Lisana moves around the main room of the basement lighting candles as if something was preordained to happen. I thought to joke of her activities yet kept silent and just watched. Before too long she glances over to me and suggests "we will have guests, visitors tonight". I thought again to shoot a little humor into the increasingly thick atmosphere, I observe the culture in the air, even Shasta my dog, seems uneasy, while Lisana is more absorbed in her own motions. I feel the chill of discomfort when in the presence of the supernatural. I stand from my chair in the kitchen as three spirits enter the room through the door in which Shasta is fixated upon. I am compelled to plant myself on the couch opposite the banquet table as Lisana concludes her preparations. She returns from the bedroom with one of my most helpful tools, a golden lemurian and sets it in my hand, to my instant relief. Three figures appear in front of me and somewhat an interview occurs. I cannot provide much more information other than an agreement was made and support was offered.

Lisana-
The next morning in one of those take over moments as I find myself arresting Jeremy while he sits on the couch. I speak to him in a way I can only remember as if I am asked to step out and allow my body access for the benevolent. I remember crying and offering words, but that is all that I can recall. I can only trust that we both received the words or perhaps it was meant to be a vibration.
I offer the idea of sunrise for Easter on the mountain and the light team concurs, with an agreement to all meet the next morning. Jeremy suggests we sleep there as to make it easy for ceremony with the early start. I am not prepared for camping this trip, as we never discussed this possibility, so we did not bring any gear. Jeremy insists we can push the seats forward and for the 3 of us (this includes Shasta) to sleep in the back of yaris my hatchback little car. We do a trial run in Aida's driveway and I concede to the idea, though as always yielding to the highest level of comfort I can grasp to. Aida provides many blankets with the support of my initiative for comfort.
With the day at close we make our way to the mountain, roam around a bit and then settle in for the night. Then it begins, I cannot contain myself, I break out in the most uncontrollable laughter, giggles and giggles. Jeremy joins with me but at the same time attempts to eclipse the noise as not to disturb our neighbors. It doesn't work, I giggle for hours. We cannot find comfort at all and I find this to be so humorous as this will go down as the most enjoyable discomfort I have yet experienced. I especially love when Jeremy announces he has to take on the dolphin pose in order to lay his body over the crack than runs the width of the back of the car.
I'm pretty sure I did not sleep all night, although Shasta did not have any problems I am surprised that my earth walker, who can sleep on anything could not sleep either. The moment we all turn in the other direction to find a new position we see a glimpse of the first light.

Unfolding ourselves from the back of the car, bleary eyes and tousled hair we seek to connect with the group. Some slept on the mountain as others make their way up for service, Eddy and Kim arrive just as we locate our sunrise sight, others present for  this morning's service are Robert, Love Flame, Lizardman, Nick and Alana, Sandra and Arian, a powerful and super bright contingent.
Everyone melds into a still point of breathlessness as the sun emerges from the v shaped notch of the ridge line to the east, creating a chalice of light. This day of Easter with a grand cross alignment we vow to usher in the Christ consciousness in the golden light of a new era.