By Debra Basham, on March 2, 2026 A friend forwarded a message this morning from Pax Christi USA, a movement founded in Europe at the end of World War II by Catholics who had suffered the terror and trauma of war. Quoting from the email content:
Pax Christi has opposed war and all preparations for war. We do not endorse warmaking as a solution for any political or social dispute, but we demand that Congress exercise its responsibility and pass a War Powers Act immediately in order to block this immoral and unconstitutional action.
I noticed the placement of the word “but” right away. In NLP and conscious communication the word “but” acts as a deletion or negation mechanism, often invalidating, erasing, or devaluing the clause that precedes it. It shifts the focus entirely to the information that follows the word “but,” making that information the final, most important impression. It seems highly unlikely that those sending out this message understood consciously that the word “but” is considered a “killer” word because it often negates previous positive statements.
This paragraph was also included in the email message:
We pray for an end to the violence, a cessation of the bombing, and for an embrace of nonviolent solutions that affirm the autonomy and human rights of the people of Iran and the Middle East.
I might suggest an edit so that last line simply says, “affirm the autonomy and human rights of all people.”
I am navigating a pain flare in my right hip. While this is not new, it has been many years since I have experienced this level of discomfort. Likely the current uncomfortable sensations in my body are not unconnected to the conditions in our world.
I looked up the quotation “Hatred never ceases by hatred, but by love alone is healed” while the message from Pax Christi USA remained open on my screen. “That hatred never ceases hatred is an ancient, fundamental truth, most famously attributed to the Buddha in the Dhammapada (Verse 5). It teaches that returning hate for hate only perpetuates a cycle of violence and suffering, whereas loving-kindness and compassion are the only means to resolve hatred.”
Loving-kindness and compassion…. Only and always, loving-kindness and compassion….
By Debra Basham, on February 18, 2026 I was awakened early this morning by the post of a friend on FaceBook and I chose to notice I was well enough rested to get up before daybreak so my fingers would have time to linger over the keyboard before the day officially begins.
Yesterday’s Ring of Fire Solar Eclipse ignited, arriving precisely as we enter the Year of the Fire Horse. As one source wrote, this is not subtle energy, this is destiny ignition.
Meg Benedicte, of NewEarthCentral.com, wrote:
The question is not whether the energy will move — it already is. The question is whether you will move with it consciously.
Will you allow the Horse to bolt wildly, scattering your energy in every direction? Or will you step into the saddle and guide that power toward your Soul’s purpose?
This Eclipse marks a profound turning point, both personally and collectively. Power dynamics may shift. Leadership structures may wobble. What appears chaotic may actually be destiny reorganizing itself. What feels destabilizing may be the necessary release of what cannot travel forward into the next chapter.
And today is Pat’s Celebration of Life service. My beloved friend and colleague, Pat, was a Nurse Practitioner Extraordinaire. She was a hand-holder and a way-shower. As her body failed to support the life she loved to live and the service she lived to give, her legacy began to exude in subtle ways.
This Yellow Brick Road post and the following Nightingale Tribute Reading is dedicated to Pat.
The Nightingale Tribute Reading
Nursing is a calling, a lifestyle, a way of living. Nurses here today honor _______________ and his/her life as a nurse. _______________ is not remembered by his/her _____ years as a nurse, but by the difference he/she made during those years by stepping into people’s lives . . . . by special moments:
She Was There
When a calming, quiet presence was all that was needed, She was there.
In the excitement and miracle of birth or in the mystery and loss of life, She was there.
When a silent glance could uplift a patient, family member or friend, She was there.
At those times when the unexplainable needed to be explained, She was there.
When the situation demanded a swift foot and sharp mind, She was there.
When a gentle touch, a firm push, or an encouraging word was needed, She was there.
In choosing the best one from a family’s “Thank You” box of chocolates, She was there.
To witness humanities beauty, in good times and bad, without judgment, She was there.
To embrace the woes of the world, willingly, and offer hope, She was there.
And now, that it is time to be at the Greater One’s side, She is there.
I also found a beautiful reading about when a nurse dies and shared it with Pat’s daughter and Pat’s husband encouraging them to realize that her loving presence will likely become stronger and more palpable in the coming days as her essence is no longer burdened by Alzheimer’s disease:
When a nurse dies
it is not the end of her shift
it is the rising of her legacy.
In every pulse she steadied,
in every tear she caught,
in every “you’re not alone” she offered,
her spirit lives on.
So let us not mourn her in sorrow,
but in sacred awe.
Let us tell the world:
A light has gone out,
but its warmth remains.
Let us never mourn her in sorrow. Let us always mourn her in sacred awe. Let us in every moment feel in our hearts how truly each souls’ warmth remains….
By Debra Basham, on February 10, 2026 Today was yet another conversation that demonstrated what has sometimes been called my OCD. The sharing was with an online group — all of us well beyond our youth! Candid talk about having documents in place, plans well articulated, and persons in place as we face what are called The Five Remembrances in Buddhism morphed into acknowledgment of our universal vulnerability.
The Five Remembrances
I am of the nature to grow old; I cannot escape aging.
I am of the nature to have ill health; I cannot escape sickness.
I am of the nature to die; I cannot escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change; I cannot escape being separated from them.
My actions are my only true belongings; I cannot escape the consequences of my actions; My actions are the ground upon which I stand.
As two of us lingered online I confessed that I cannot put something into a closet without awareness that I may be leaving something for someone else to take care of. The upgrade for OCD (obsessive compulsive behavior) that has come to my heart is OCD:Only compassionate doing.
Several of us had experiences with others who did or did not take good care of those who would end up taking care of what we did not.
This is a short post with a long list of ways we can be more loving to those who are responsible for loving us.
One piece of new information for me is the need for a VPN. I had to look it up to even know what that means.
What is a VPN?
A beginner’s guide: A VPN, or virtual private network, is a service that routes your internet traffic through a remote server. It encrypts your internet traffic and masks your IP (Internet Protocol) address.
This process secures your connection to the internet and protects your privacy while browsing online. It also hides your online activities from third parties trying to collect your data or intercept your connection.
Well, now I know something I did not know and VPN will be an area my OCD will look into and put into place.
This morning I also received a text message from a neighbor here in Lazy Days who just had open heart surgery on Friday. I was able to send him this photo of John playing his guitar at day 11 post surgery in 2022.
And now he is riding bicycle with me 10 miles a day!
OCD, VPN, and NOW…
By Debra Basham, on January 22, 2026 Today is my birthday. If you are willing, you may wish to reflect on my birthday post from 2018 about “Corpse Prayer” at https://scs-matters.com/YellowBrickRoad/corpse-prayer/ My birthday posts are not always maudlin, but today I post with a warning: Not For the Faint of Heart.
After having become vigilant about weight back in the Twiggy super thin model days, I maintained 137 pounds for decades. Then after getting up to 147 the winter of 2023 I was able to be stable at 130. This past summer my weight started going down. I had my doctor do some tests along with my annual exam, but nothing showed up and I left for Florida at 125. Still wondering what my birthday ritual would be, yesterday morning early when I weighed myself I tipped the scales below 120, and anxiety set in.
I used a drawing/coloring/writing tool a colleague taught me a few years back and wrote:
Weight/Wait
All these years, wanting to be thin. Now nervous as the scales show just below 120 pounds. Is something wrong? Am I sick? Will I die?
Of course, we all do. But what am I waiting for? Is it possible to go before your time? Can the mystery be seen by the heart?
The story began long, long ago in 1992 shortly after my dad died. I have a published version of it called Where Moon Go? available for 99 cents, but the gist is that I asked God if my dad was okay where he was. I meant was he in heaven or hell, but I said, “I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to know, I want to know what’s real.”
Things started happening. As I was driving, the moon would be hidden behind a cloud or a building and I would hear, “It looks like I’m gone, but I am still here.” When I realized this was the answer to my question about my dad, my world view shifted! You don’t have to agree with my experience — always ask your own questions to get to what is real. And that is part of this year’s birthday ritual which began with a text chain that led to my reading Jeremiah 33:3 with my sister and daughter and niece (published in Sacred Stories ).
I did an AI search asking the question, “Do the worlds’ religions think time of death is preordained?” Some interesting stuff there!
As I read through answers from Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, and Buddhism, I begin to pray, “I want to know what’s real about human death, and I don’t want you to tell me what you think I want to know. I want to know what’s real.”
One of my persistent thoughts about a rise in human consciousness and a shift from 3rd density to 5th density is, “What could/would/will human life be like on earth with no fear of death?”
The one-year anniversary of the death of our older sister, Johnnie Sue, is coming up on January 31. That was some of the text chain that led to all of this. She died with no fear of death. So did my friend, Linda Higbee. Both of them lived with a lot of need to control and anxiety, but both of them passed with peace, praise God!
For those who did not go back and read the 2018 birthday blog, here is the “Corpse Prayer” again.
Corpse Prayer
Be not afraid.
I give thanks to god who created all things good.
In christ, all things hold together.
I am not entitled to life without death.
I embrace sacred life.
I embrace sacred death.
I embrace the growing and crumbling in between.
Smile at yourself in the silence…
~ Jarem Sawatsky
I wrote into my journal, “I want to know what’s real about human life on earth without fear of death….”
That afternoon, through myriad emotions, I shared all of this with my sister, Janis, telling her I realize the way to know is to LIVE life without fear of death.
By Debra Basham, on January 18, 2026 The truth about living in Lazy Days is that there is not enough time…. Of course, that is not true but it is how it feels.
The days start early. What fills the moments? Thoughts of all those we love. Thoughts of you. Family in Tennessee. Family and friends in Michigan. Family and friends in Florida. Family and friends in Texas…. you get the point.
One of the great joys of this Lazy Days season is that John is riding bike with me!!! His longest distance to date is 15 miles, and almost every day 10 miles. At his appointment Friday in Naples, the young cardiologist who diagnosed the need for a quadruple by-pass surgery 4 years ago here in Fort Myers said that is the best stress test he could have!
Many moments are filled with memories of what has been and thoughts of what is to come. I cook and clean and shop and puzzle, although the one I am working on now has been way to slow for my taste. It reminded me of the all-H (if you are a puzzler you know what that means) of Mount Rushmore with almost no shade or shape variation Linda Higbee did. A VERY good puzzler, she persevered to completion counting it a good day if she got three pieces in.
Yesterday, on the birthday of my sister (Janis) and my Florida meditation teacher (Sheilana) a precious and unusual friend completed his transition in Michigan. Ron was one of the most unique individuals in my life. Ron was a healer. He (and I) believe he (and the Lord) spared my life more than once. A genetic disorder left him blind and for the last six months a heart condition had him bed-bound under hospice care. Grateful beyond words that his wish to stay in his own home was granted, he spent most of his time alone, with caregiving for just a few hours each day.
Ron was filled with faith and conversations with him (sometimes MANY conversations each day or night) often began with him singing in spirit. We called it the HARP.
Then he would pray for anyone I was praying for.
He would often ask me to pray for folks he was praying for.
And, including during our last conversation on Wednesday, he would ask me if I thought his wish to get stronger and be able to get out of bed so he could do the Lord’s work would be granted. Over these past few weeks the way I was guided to answer was to tell him the truth – he was doing the Lord’s work. He was loving and praying for people faithfully whether he was in bed or not.
Today my heart is full as I follow Ron’s lead and pray for so many.
As my eyes are leaking….
By Debra Basham, on January 1, 2026 I have since an adolescent been enamored with New Years. Stacey was likely conceived on New Years Eve in 1965. Not ever a party-goer, and almost always in bed asleep before midnight, the theme — the GOD-GIVEN gift of new beginnings — deeply resonates with my soul.
When you see that every moment is fresh,
every moment is new,
every moment is changing,
every moment is arising — that’s reality.
~ The Daily Tejaniya
This year John and I went to the theater (less than 10 minutes away) to view the film Song Sung Blue. We had seen the trailer when we went to view Wicked For Good last week. I thought it was about Neil Diamond, but when Linda and Larry drove down from Blue House in Punta Gorda and picked us up at 6:15 pm she told me as we were parking the car that it was not. We were home by 10 but in between we were affected by the story of Wisconsin’s own Claire “Thunder” Sardinia and Mike “Lightning” Sardina, who performed together from 1989 until Mike’s death in 2006. One of their most memorable performances was at Summerfest in 1995, where they opened for Pearl Jam and sang “Forever in Blue Jeans” with Eddie Vedder. The film was excellent. Amazing performances by Kate Hudson and Hugh Jackman, with powerful acting by everyone.
This morning I listened to an interview with Claire Sardina following the opening of the film. A few of the words from that interview have been woven into my New Year meditation for 2026.
When asked if she thinks Mike would like the film, Claire responded, “He would love it. He does love it. He watches over me. He guides me….”
She reflected on the skills she learned from being with Mike, saying, “He was the overall entertainer — a true entertainer — there for the people (not for yourself).”
Claire heard Hugh Jackman say in one of his interviews, “We believe that if it wasn’t for Mike, this whole thing wouldn’t be happening. Because Mike was a dreamer.”
Her infectious positivity is highly influenced by Mike’s, “Attitude is everything. He was always saying ‘This, too, shall pass’ and I think it came from AA. That along with ‘You can do this’ were Mike’s favorite sayings.”
Claire said,”I pray a lot….” and she is still performing!
In their publicity Mike made a point of clarifying he was not a Neil Diamond impersonator. Claire helped him find the words to say what he felt, “I am an interpreter of the music of Neil Diamond.”
I imagine Mike telling you to be your best you in every moment. Every moment is an opportunity to be an interpreter of the highest expression of your holy self.
May your New Year be filled with inner peace, compassion, and joy in the present moment. May you love and be loved and know that you ARE love…. May the words of the childhood song “Jesus loves me” fill your heart and soul to overflowing. May all beings come to the end of suffering. May 2026 be a healthy and Happy New Year!
By Debra Basham, on December 28, 2025 Christmas Day was enjoyed at Blue House with Linda and Larry and homeowners, Jim and Mary. Everything was delicious and when you are not with your beloved family it means so much to be with friends who are family in every sense except blood. John was grateful our five dollar (11 pound) turkey did not look like a capon. Larry marinated it and it was beautiful, moist, delicious — and we came home with enough white meat and plans for a pot pie made and enjoyed today!
Friday John and I rode bikes on an 11-mile adventure from Lazy Days Village in North Fort Myers. It takes heads-up riding to stay safe here because of traffic, and whatever you do that demands your full attention is an excellent spiritual practice of mindfulness and concentration. It has been said that the goal of 2026 is INTENTION and ATTENTION. We had lots of both. As we crossed the last of the major intersections, this one at Tamiami Trail and Littleton Road, John said, “Well, we survived.”
At that exact moment, I saw a butterfly and thought of Doug’s mom, Gail, who visits us with wings and heard, “We all survived.”
If you aren’t new to Yellow Brick Road you are familiar with this idea. The metaphor that makes the most sense with experience is recognizing the difference between a car and a driver: The driver still exists after leaving the car.
Yesterday, John and I drove up to Arcadia to attend the Heartland -Southwest Florida Bluegrass Association monthly music event with our music friend, Paula. She dances in her chair and helps me feel our beloved Molly from Michigan. Weather was perfect and John won $125 in the 50/50 raffle. A great day!
 Screenshot Thus far, this winter’s seasonal life has been rife with newness. Christmas Eve John and I went to the theater to see Wicked For Good. Only about a dozen people at the 7:45 pm showing, and I confess to dozing off a bit. I had to spend some time reading a really good plot summary on Christmas morning, but during the singing of “For Good” I was wide awake.
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better? I do believe I have been changed for the better. Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.
You’ll be with me like a handprint on my heart….
May the echoes of Christmas sing truth to your heart as you prepare to welcome the New Year.
“For Good” as sung by Ariana Grande (Glinda) and Cynthia Erivo (Elphaba) with the full lyrics below:
FOR GOOD
From “WICKED”
(sung by two people)
I’m limited *just look at me*
I’m limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn’t do
Glinda
Because now it’s up to you *for both
of us*
Now it’s up to you
(Glinda)
I’ve heard it said
That people come into our lives
For a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led to those
Who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well I don’t know if I believe that’s
true
But I know I’m who I am today
Because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a Sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I’ve been changed for
the better?
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good
(Elphaba)
It well may be
That we may never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learn from you
You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories
end
I know you have rewritten mine
By being my friend
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind of the sea
Like a seed dropped by a sky bird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I’ve been changed for
the better?
But
Because I knew you
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I’ve done you’ve
blamed me for
But then, I guess
We know there’s blame to share
And none of it seems to matter
anymore
Like a comet pulled from orbit Like a
ship blown from its mooring
As it passes a Sun By a wind of the
sea
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Like a seed dropped by a bird
Halfway through the wood In the
wood
(Both)
Who can say if I’ve been changed for
the better?
I do believe I have been changed for
the better
(Glinda)
And
Because I knew you
(Elphaba)
Because I knew you
(Both)
Because I knew you
I have been changed
For good
By Debra Basham, on December 24, 2025 Merry Christmas & Happy New Year
So here we are it’s Christmas,
The most wonderful time of year,
When our minds turn to our loved ones,
And those we hold most dear,
May the memories and traditions,
That have always played a part,
Make this season special,
Bringing joy into your heart.
I had intended to post this on Facebook, in fact, I thought I had, but we were navigating lengthy internet outages on Sunday and Monday morning. I just now found the unpublished post, so it will launch today’s Merry Christmas and Happy New Year message.
Yesterday a precious Jewish friend sent an email wishing me a Merry Christmas. When I asked Google to search, “What is Christmas to non-Christians?” this was the response: For many, it’s an opportunity to connect with family and friends, enjoy festive traditions, and embrace the warm atmosphere of the season. The appeal of decorations, music, and shared meals transcends religious boundaries, making Christmas a celebration of human connection.
The days leading up to Christmas this year are filled with more raw emotion than any I recall. On Sunday Jane Foster surprised me with a telephone call after her major complications following a 12-hour ileostomy surgery in late September. She has been hospitalized for weeks now. When she was not able to talk on the phone we figured out I could send brief text messages recorded with Voice Memos.
Our beloved Florida friends are still in Canada as they continue to navigate her having been diagnosed in June with glioblastoma, one of the deadliest forms of brain cancer.
Yesterday, Stacey’s dear friends made one of life’s toughest decisions and removed life-support for their wife and mother following a severe stroke this past weekend. She passed 8 hours later.
Also, yesterday, John’s cousin posted on Facebook that his beloved wife passed the previous evening.
Tonight, on Christmas Eve 2025, John and I have tickets to attend the 7:45 pm showing of the film Wicked For Good. When I selected our seats online late last evening, we were the only seats purchased for this time and date. My only other “private” showing at a cinema was for Lion King in 1994. It is bittersweet because last year we were with our grand children when we saw Wicked in Smyrna, Tennessee, and then met the rest of the family (including our great-grandson Jackson) for Mexican food afterwards.
Zan Henigan Lombardo is a beloved artist friend here on Pine Island I have mentioned many times over the years because she paints amazingly significant ginormous (30-foot!) water color paintings. She hosted a Flash Mob Art event for her current project “Swimming Towards the Light” this past Saturday. I would have loved to attend but we were going to the magical musical launch for Bonnie Makepeace with Rochelle Morris that day. This morning I saw a video of Zan’s group and this is what I replied: This looks like a visual-version of a group meditation or a concert by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir — the good stuff is all better en masse!
As all are wished a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, my heart holds the pleasant and the unpleasant life events happening simultaneously. Perhaps the simplest truth may be the same for everyone: It’s ALL better en masse….
By Debra Basham, on December 20, 2025 It’s still dark as I lie in my bed with words coming through my head. These words have to do with Bonnie Makepeace, singer songwriter, and beloved friend. I’ve written about her music before. Today John and I are driving 150 miles to the home of Norm and Rochelle Morris, in San Antonio, Florida. They authored the book Jingles Promise I have also written about. The book is their story of the loss of their adult son.
Bonnie shares their loss of an adult son.
As does the Mother of Jesus.
Today we are attending a by-invitation-only launch of music by Bonnie and Rochelle. Music that has been birthed within this past year. The admission is a donation of non-perishable foods for the local food pantry. In my heart, it is so significant that Bonnie is bringing this new music through. It’s music I’m savoring, and I think it’s music the world is hungry for — even those who don’t know they are.
You see, the lyrics Bonnie is receiving as downloads are revealing to the world the Christ, not just the man Jesus that is alone worthy of love, but to The Christ, the energy that is the bedrock of what is good in every religion, and in all of life.
Words of religion can end up working as swords, causing an unintentional gap built of labels. These “new” gospel songs create a bridge among all peoples of this world. This music is built on the pillars of love, peace, and clarity. This music is truly transrational. (See Drama Triangle)
This has been a blessed week of music.
We were at a jam on Tuesday night with lots of Christmas songs. Thursday evening, we attended the Christmas concert at Sacred Heart Catholic Church here in Punta Gorda, Florida. We went with Jim and Mary, our landowners of Blue House, where we lived for the last two winters. We love them and we loved the concert last year and this year did not disappoint. The sanctuary seats 1500 people, and Father Jerry herded a dozen or more who were standing in the back of the room up onto the chancel, saying, “These are the best seats in the house.”
I have heard several Christmas songs for the first time. You see, I don’t think Bonnie Makepeace is alone. And, yes, that is her actual (married) name. I think Bonnie is among others writing what is coming through their hearts onto this planet, bringing more love and more light into the world with words we’ve been able to speak (or sing) before. It’s funny how your words change when your heart is truly open. The kindness, the awareness, the love pours forth in words that don’t come from your head. These words come directly from your heart.
I don’t think it’s an accident that today’s concert is happening on December 20th and tomorrow is December 21st. Here we are, poised between the darkest day and the coming of the light. Collectively, humanity is also poised between the darkest day and the coming of the light.
I’m really not looking forward to the drive in Florida’s notorious high season traffic, but I am sooooo looking forward to the music.
I’m looking forward to experiencing it with others that we love: Ed Bennett and Teresa Palmer and her beloved Patrick. We are praying that Ed’s wife, Dee, will be physically well enough to be able to attend today. I know she’ll be there with us in our hearts, along with the sons of Rochelle and Bonnie and Mary….
Obviously we don’t know what the traffic will be like until we have made the trip, and we don’t know what our world is going to encounter as we travel on down the road of these last days of 2025 and into the year 2026 and beyond. We know that these are very chaotic and volatile times (like the traffic in Florida in high season), but, oh, Dear Friends, the trip is worth it.
I’ll be taking all of you with me in my heart today. I hope you love the music. I hope it touches your heart. Do you hear what I hear?
Note* Here are a few of the “new-to-me” Christmas songs from the Sacred Heart concert:
Francesca Battistelli: “Be Born In Me (MARY)”
MercyMe – Joseph’s Lullaby
Amy Grant – Breath Of Heaven (Mary’s Song)
By Debra Basham, on December 8, 2025 For years we have had a hand-held slot machine game on the back of the toilet in our master bathroom. It is incentive for me to take the time to sit and allow body functions to do their thing. While this might seem like too much information for some, the process of allowing time and appreciating the process is a direct result of my having postoperative ileus. POI is a common complication where normal gut movement (peristalsis) temporarily stops after surgery, causing a functional blockage, not a physical one. Symptoms include bloating, nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, and inability to pass gas or stool, leading to delayed eating. Management focuses on supportive care like IV fluids, nutrition, and sometimes a nasogastric tube. NOTE – This photo is from 2012.
I can testify that a nasogastric tube is not fun…. but even challenging situations produce welcome awareness.
Starting a new game on the slot machine gives you 500 points. YEARS ago, I had the machine up to almost 20,000 when the battery died. Since that time I have been curious whether the machine was programed to end at 20,000 or if the battery life produced the premature end of an endless game.
On Thursday, I got the machine up to 19,990!!!! I was ecstatic to know the reality of the playing of this game — downright giddy when I hit the max bet button. The illuminated display went to 19,999 and went no higher. I could place bets and the display would show me wins, but no additional score could or would be added. I waited two full days to manually end that game and start a new one.
In NEXT 3 WEEKS Ignite the 2026 REVOLUTION — 3I/ATLAS Begins a 12,000-Year Reset with Pam Gregory and Emilio Ortiz she is sharing the astrology for these last few weeks of 2025 and into 2026. Watching, I saw and felt the direct correlation to this slot machine game. The past has been filled with wins and losses but, all along there have been operations and rules and processes that have been (and are) at play. Reasons for things exist outside of my knowledge.
I appreciate recognizing a higher expression of ourselves — a more multidimensional, a more living, a more loving being. I appreciate awareness that processes have been in play for thousands of years and this time is scripted for our success. A few statements in the 90 minute talk have stayed central in my mind. They open my heart and they will be with me as we play this new game:
Don’t give life support to what’s dying.
This is fertilizer for your soul.
Turn your focus to what we want to create.
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