December 21, 2012 marked the end of the ancient Mayan calendar. If you recall, many predicted the end of world in some cataclysmic event. Others saw it as the end of one cosmic age and the beginning of another. Well, we’re still here, so the first camp of believers must have been wrong. Or were they? What if a doomsday device had been set to explode. What stopped it? And herein lies the intriguing set up to AWAKE: The Legacy of Akara by Dayna Dunbar and Julia Nadine Padawer. From the book jacket–
Akara is Home to A Civilization Far More Evolved Than Our Own. Long ago on Akara, a planet in the Pleiades cluster, The Ravaging Era raged. It was a time of toxic greed, rampant warfare, and environmental devastation. Akarans were on the brink of extinction. Out of the turmoil, a critical mass of beings experienced an awakening, which sparked a spontaneous shift in consciousness across the planet and ushered in the Rebirthing.
A Thousand Years Later. Mobius–a candidate for the Discovery Corps, Akara’s elite space program–stumbles upon an ancient relic. The artifact reveals that a rogue space commander from the Ravaging Era attempted to colonize Earth. The legacy of his reign now places Earth in jeopardy.
AWAKE does a cracking job of setting up a classic Hero’s Journey with young Mobius, a less-than-perfect Akaran, given the mission to save Planet Earth. The opening chapters of the book jump between the four-fingered, big-eyed Akaran crew and the drug infested jungles of Guatemala. Diego, a slightly crooked jungle ranger, emerges as a secondary hero. Two story lines ultimately converge when the earthlings meet the E.T.’s and race the clock and numerous bad guys to save the world.
This tale is fun on several levels. Mayan legends and visionary spirituality add dashes of spice and flavor to the sci-fi adventure. Mobius, Diego and their small collected team are all individually interesting characters. Dialogue and action is laced with humor. There’s even a little romance between Diego and the rich American girl, Jillian. A little something for everybody here.
As I write this review Earth seems on the brink of our own Ravaging Era, so the book becomes a timely cautionary tale. We can go the path of destruction, as the doomsayers predict. However, we live in a freewill zone. Hence, a Rebirthing Era is also a possibility, if enough humans Awake.
Author Dayna Dunbar shares a deeply personal out-of-this-world experience in Sedona that changed the course of her life and ultimately inspired the book. She met co-author Julia Nadine Padawer at the University of Santa Monica, a school known for spiritual exploration. This collaboration took seven years to complete. Their work honing AWAKE into a well-paced, layered adventure results in a real page turner.
Enjoy Dayna’s intriguing real-life experience and then click over to Amazon and purchase a copy.
Available at Amazon in paperback, kindle and audio version.
As a Reiki practitioner and empath, I often pick up emotions of my clients in a healing session. Most of us carry issues of abandonment from either the current life expression or past lives. We can feel deserted by parents, lovers, children, teachers-the list goes on and on. Deep seated feelings of abandonment can color our whole lives, making future relationships difficult as we project the fear of being discarded again.
Pondering this common hindrance to a full and happy life, I asked for guidance in creating a meditation to help people heal their abandonment wounds. My early healing prayer training included the concept of bringing Christ into a process called “Healing of the Memories.” For this meditation Mary Magdalene came to mind as a feminine expression of divinity to complete the energetic power with Jesus the Christ.Enter the sacred space of healing with the Highest of the High and learn you are never alone.
Enjoy this meditationto release issues of abandonment to move toward a peaceful, joyous life.Now available at my YouTube channel and also here at Supernal Living ad-free on the Healing Meditationspageof the main menu.
Crash! The unmistakable sound of breaking glass grabbed my attention as I wiped down the elegant kitchen marble counter tops that October day last fall. I turned around in time to see our five-month-old Bengal kitten, Shadow, high tail out of the living room and disappear up the second story stairs to her hide out. Drat that cat! Of course I quickly blamed myself for not removing the beautiful blue and gold scalloped vase from the mantle in the first place. She was growing everyday, leaping and exploring her new home. I sheepishly dreaded having to tell my housemate and home owner, Connie, that her lovely vase now lay in smithereens across the shiny hardwood floor because of my carelessness. Of course, I could put that off, as Connie was currently on vacation in Italy, far away from this house on the hills of San Jose, CA.
Shadow
Frankly, at the time of the vase break, I was a bit miffed at my spirit guides for not telling me to remove it. It had crossed my mind and yet I had not taken that simple precaution and saved the vase. I’m an intuitive, sensing guides and angels ever around me, helping me navigate the daily functions of life. I rely on their guidance for everything from parking spots to knowing the exact day to place a Craigslist ad in the San Jose area for a place to stay in the middle of a pandemic. Connie just “happened” to browse the listings checking out kitten postings. She got me that day instead of a cat. It would be several months before Shadow joined the household. People remark on my “magical” life. At the moment of the crashing glass, it seemed the guides had let me down.
As it turned out, allowing the vase to break, may have saved my life.
Two nights later, I had finished dinner, cleaned the kitchen and headed up to my room. Being alone in the house, I had turned off all the downstairs lights. My room faced the street and was the only lighted area. By 9 pm I had changed to pj’s and set up my I-pad in the landing at the top of stairs in front of my bedroom doing some yoga. I had turned off the bright overhead lights, preferring the softer light through my bedroom door. Suddenly, my Boho Beautiful routine of stretches and zen poses was rudely interrupted by the sound of breaking glass from downstairs.
What is that cat doing now?, I thought. Cascades of breaking glass kept falling and falling. Good grief. Has that cat toppled the television? Is she running amuck sending artwork flying across the living room? Infuriated, I headed toward the stairs. Just as I reached the first step, the figure of a man rounded the dark corner, about to mount the stairs.
Without forethought, I assumed an Incredible Hulk stance and bellowed, “GET OUT!!” followed by deep growls. Truly, I sounded positively demonic. Guttural roars continued even after he had turned around and dashed away like the proverbial bat out of hell. I only quieted after I heard a car tear off down the street.
I stood at the top of stairs, blinking. Did that just happen? Have I just scared away a burglar? To say “something came over me,” is an understatement. In that moment when I saw that guy, I felt big and powerful. Like I could Kick His Ass.
The rest of the evening unfurled with efficient aid and protection. I’d recently gotten the phone number of a helpful neighbor, Mike. He answered my call immediately. When I said there had been a break-in, he replied, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Mike helped me deal with the police I’d called and then he boarded up the gaping hole in the French door. Mike is a real stand-up guy.
Mike
I also had a key to the unoccupied house of my daughter’s in-law’s home a mile away, so I didn’t have to sleep in the invaded house again. Looking back, I can see Grace and Provision every step along the way of the whole episode.
I think back on that experience with wonder. All in all, it was empowering to know I won’t fall apart in a crisis. My guides and angels totally came through. One theory about such things is that certain events have high probabilities in The Field as they get closer in time. The breaking vase two days earlier planted an assumption of a mischievous cat in my mind, not a scary home invading robber.
Had my guides seen the potential break-in and allowed, or even encouraged, the cat to break the vase and thus, set up my mindset? And who or what came through me as I took command at the top of the stairs?
You might be wondering if the police found the culprits. Maybe. The thieves’ activities in the neighborhood were captured on several security cameras and pieced together, which included reading a license plate from the car. I’m hoping maybe I scared the would-be burglar away from a life of crime. One can always hope.
Inany case, I am grateful to my spiritual team for their guidance and support. And I’m especially grateful to that naughty catfor breaking the vase.
Rea Nolan Martin is not an ordinary writer, she is an extraordinary writer. Her progression as an esoteric visionary author (Mystic Tea, The Anesthesia Game) has been interesting to watch. Her new release, Sunnyside Up, takes her multidimensional writing to a new level. The novel revolves around the Somers sisters, Adelaide and Felicity, who run the Sunnyside Up Funeral Home of Outskirt, Kentucky. At first glance it appears Adelaide is the hard worker, trying to keep the 150 year old family business going while her sister, “Flitty,” is too fanciful and downright “touched” to be much good. Martin excels at writing engaging characterization, revealing Adelaide’s battered emotional state in her own words and thoughts. Kentucky colors the words and, indeed, it feels like maybe we’ve dropped into a macabre Mayberry.
Things are not as they seem. Felicity and Adelaide are caught up in a karmic connection, light and darkness spinning through time. It takes a while to figure out exactly what happened between these two. Layers of reality weave around them. Other characters who make up the tapestry of their lives ebb and flow. Mother, Julian (the forbidden love), assorted ghostly relatives, teachers and counselors all push the sisters to a climatic final reckoning.
What makes this a delight to read is the quirky humor laced throughout, including zany obituaries of the various family members now hanging out in the graveyard. Addie likes a good smoke and shot of whiskey. Flitty wears bizarre clothes conjured from the ether. By the end, Martin rips the veil between the earthly and heavenly realms. By facing their most traumatic moments, the sisters finally see deep truths and make their peace.
Rea Nolan Martin
Sunnyside Up is a unique and entertaining tale. Rea Nolan Martin continues to the pave way in the genre of visionary writing. Now available is several formats at Amazon.
New Year greetings to friends, followers, and passerbys. Looking back on 2021, most people were glad to see it go. Personally, in retrospect, I had an interesting and generally positive year. Since my husband passed in 2013, I’ve been a modern Mary Poppins, sailing in on my magic umbrella to where I seemed to be needed most. By January of 2021 I had floated down to San Jose, CA, living in the lovely house of a wonderful lady, a mere four minutes drive from the home of my younger daughter, who was about to deliver baby #4. Our darling Caleb was born on January 8 and has joined his sibling tribe with an amazingly sweet personality. I spent much of 2021 in parks, pushing swings or a stroller. The oldest grandchild, Noah, has embraced baseball. My pitching and catching skills have surprisingly improved.
My esoteric pursuits broadened in 2021 with intensive distance energy work for the myriad of names that came my way. My Hawaii prayer partners faithfully meet every Wednesday afternoon via Zoom through Unity Church of Hawaii (all welcome). Of course Covid played a prominent role on the prayer lists. A year ago one of my closest friends, Paula, became very ill. We pulled out all the stops for her. At the darkest hour I contemplated what a hole her departure would make in the lives of people very dear to me. And I had a flash of sorrowful empathy for the thousands suffering such losses in a time of woe. We are immensely grateful that Paula is still on planet Earth here in January of 2022. Her doctor recently told her he hadn’t expected her to survive and sent her home to die surrounded by her family, rather than alone in a hospital. She smiled and said, “He didn’t know about my spiritual team.”
Healing energy and information seems more real to me than ever. The Ever-Flowing Streams of Energy, as I call them in my spiritual memoir (Ever-Flowing Streams: Christ, Reiki, Reincarnation and Me), are flowing still. I tap into them every day, focusing on the names on my list. Some names I “hit” on more than others, sometimes getting full impressions of physical and emotional needs. I send energy as directed. Sometimes I pass on information that I think would be helpful. In the past two years, I’ve received enough validation of my impressions that I’ve grown bolder in sharing what I see. Of course, often I get impressions, but passing them on doesn’t seem particularly helpful, so I keep them to myself.
My greatest hope for 2022 is that we will collectively break out of the web of fear that has been cast so effectively over the world. The Light of Divinity is shining brightly for those who throw open the spiritual curtains.
Spirit has led me to continue recording meditations and energy transmissions on my YouTube channel. I generally have only a vague idea of what they will be about. I get into the Zone and let the words and energy flow. The latest one is geared for long haulers, chronic illness and anybody who wants to rise to a higher frequency of health.
Now, in January of 2022 I’ve “Mary Poppinsend” to the mountain village of Ben Lomond to a cottage on the banks of the San Lorenzo River. I hear the rushing water and have a view of a genuine replica of a Scottish castle. Redwood trees stand sentinel around me with their ancient Gaia energy. I think it’s going to be another very interesting year!
Be transported to a multidimensional healing chamber in this latest audio transmission. Rest on a crystalline healing bed and receive frequencies from four fifth-dimension Master Healers. Very often when I’m working on healing energy clients, they will tell me they feel invisible hands on them during the session. As the images for this meditation began to appear in my mind’s eye, my multidimensional colleagues stepped into the picture and created a healing treatment. I invite you to indulge yourself to an otherworldly healing energy session.
The Crystal Healing Chamber Meditation can also be found ad-free on the Healing Meditations page on the main menu.
