Shasta

Shasta Sequence :: The Trinity of Ignition

I. Ascension Rock — The Heart of Lightning

Shasta called again — not as a destination, but as a pulse returning through familiar hearts.

Mary and Gary, luminous mirrors of joy and mastery, gathered in resonance.

We were guided to Ascension Rock, where a storm had struck a hundredfold — lightning charging the crystalline ground.

Gary found the epicenter.

There, we birthed a water ceremony — his alchemical devices, Mary’s singing bowls, tones spiraling through the air like living equations.

Each round of water shimmered with a new frequency, a different property of intention.

I swam through the primordial waters of creation, tracing back to the moment of inversion.

One crystal called itself ancient — an elder stone holding the essence of remembrance.

Through it, I breathed the intention of heart-based integrity:

the courage for our full light to shine through us, unfiltered.

We gathered then upon the main rock, the three tones — sound, breath, and love — converging.

Mary’s bowl became the pulse of the world.

I heard the call ripple out: Wake up, wake up.

And then, the whisper: All are awoke.

Lightning, stone, and breath are one pulse.

The grid hums, the earth hums,

the same current moves through every cell.

The new power grid is not of metal and wire,

but of consciousness remembering its circuit.

Power is not drawn or given —

it simply is.

In that is-ness,

we stand, already home.

II. Black Butte — The Art of Embodiment

The next morning, joy led us west — to Black Butte,

where creation itself felt playful and young again.

Mary, radiant with laughter, and I, pen in hand,

felt the call to bring the inner world into visible motion.

I had waited for this moment — to use the glass fountain pen from Rennes-le-Château.

Its form became a bridge between frequencies — the unseen and the seen.

As ink met page, intention became movement.

Each stroke was not writing but revealing what was ready to appear.

Around us, light codes unfolded like petals.

We laughed, drew, shared art — a symphony of creation embodied.

It was not work, but play —

the natural expression of consciousness coming alive through form.

The day ended in human joy — meals, games, warmth —

proving again that ascension and laughter share the same breath.

The frequency of family expanded.

Even the new puppy, Shiloh, wagged his tail in rhythm with the field.

III. The Diamond Vision — The Transparent Self

That night, the mountain fell silent,

and within that stillness, a revelation:

I saw from within a vast transparent diamond,

each facet a window into infinity.

Light refracted endlessly,

rainbows igniting on every plane.

There was no “me” in the diamond —

only awareness watching itself through countless eyes.

The entire field lit up —

a living prism of Source knowing itself in color.

No beginning, no boundary, no return.

Just pure is-ness, shimmering.

Home, not as place or arrival,

but as the unbroken Now.