Suzanne Lie, Ph.D., has been a seeker since she was a child where her active “imagination” took her deep into her inner life. She continues to regularly share her experiences and Arcturian teachings on her blog, Awakening with Suzanne Lie, and she wishes to help awakening ones come out of hiding and allow the glory of their highest expression of SELF into their everyday life.
Monday, July 27, 2015
BLOG ENTRY FOR THE JOURNAL #1--By The ONE With Many Names
#1 BLOG ENTRY FOR
THE JOURNAL #1
Because of the energy fields that we will soon be entering, I
have decided to post my latest book, The Journal. This book is the story of how
ordinary people change when they are given extraordinary information. I will
post it bit-by-bit among my other posts.
I am writing this book with the instructions that I was to
pull together ALL my channelings and put them in order. The story of Beverly,
Lisa, and others as the book continues is the narrative that is pulling all
this channeled information into a cohesive ONE.
I know that many of you also communicate with your higher
expressions, so I invite you to do the same joining of many messages into ONE.
It is the NOW to join the ONE, so we are being called on to pull all our
individual “puzzle pieces” of information, experiences and people into ONE
representative for fifth dimensional Earth.
Hope you enjoy this project, and keep checking for the next
edition. I thank Debbie and Pamela in Australia for their editing.
~Lisa Finds the Journal~
~ LISA ~
have been trying to contact my Mother for two weeks,” said Lisa to herself as SHE
slammed down the phone. She had repeatedly tried to contact her mother, and she
had not answered her phone, her emails or her Skype.
is she up to now?” Lisa muttered to herself. “I guess I will have to go down
there and find out for myself. That means I have to have another confrontation
with my husband about my ‘weird’ mother.
kids are in school, so I will have to get someone to pick them up and watch
them until my husband comes home. What a bother!!” Lisa continued her inner
dialogue, or was she actually talking out loud?
doesn’t she just communicate with me? I know we have not seen eye-to-eye for a
while, but a little communication on her end would greatly help our
relationship. That is if we even have a relationship,” Lisa said so loudly that
she knew she was actually talking to herself.
else was she to do? She certainly could not get in contact with her mother.
Truth be told, she had not tried that hard to contact her until now. Her mother
has been talking about so much weird stuff lately that Lisa found herself
avoiding contacting her.
when she finally did call, her mother did not answer. In fact, her mother was
nowhere to be found. “My husband is going to be so upset about this,” Lisa said
to herself. “He has really had it with my ‘crazy mother,’ as he likes to call
tried for two more days to connect with her mother. Finally, she could wait no
longer. She confronted her husband, got the babysitter, and left at 5:00 am for
the journey to her mother’s house. She told her husband she would leave then to
avoid traffic, but she really wanted to avoid another confrontation with her
husband and the many questions from the children.
the same reason she slept in the guestroom and told her husband is was so that
she would not wake him up. Actually, she did not want to “sleep” with him. Sex
had been a chore for ages now, and the more she disliked it, the more often he
Lisa could tell herself the truth, which she had been avoiding for a very long
time, she was very unhappy in her marriage and needed to talk to her weird, but
loving, mother. If Lisa could tell herself the truth, she would have to admit
that her best friend was far too close with her husband.
she could not even admit that much, she could more easily look past all the
obvious signs of her husband’s wandering eye. “No,” Lisa yelled, as she pushed
aside the obvious evidence and chose to live the lie. However, four hours of
driving alone in a car would make it very difficult to ignore herself.
the time she arrived at her mother’s house, she was enraged, in tears and so
relieved to be in a safe environment. However, it was an empty environment. The
house was neat and clean as always, but the plants were gone, the cat was
missing and the house felt empty of all life.
mother, no copious plants, no cat, windows closed and all doors locked. The
yard was a bit overgrown, but watered by the sprinklers. The refrigerator was
filled with expired food and the bread in the pantry was covered with mold. Now, Lisa was getting worried.
had spoken to her Mother so seldom lately, that she did not even know how to
contact her mother’s friends. That is if she had any. Truth be told, Lisa was
glad when her husband took the job up north and they had to move away. She did
not understand her mother at all. Now her mother had disappeared, just when
Lisa was finally ready to talk with her.
could she just disappear?” yelled Lisa after she had searched every area of the
house and yard. The car was in the garage and her mother’s purse with her
wallet inside was by her bed which showed no sign of recent occupancy. Perhaps
there was a clue in her office, where she shut herself up for hours to meditate
or write or whatever she did, thought Lisa as she walked to the back of the
had been embarrassed by her mother’s behavior as a teenager and never brought
her friends over. Lisa was more like her father, who had left them because her
mother was so odd. Now her mother was causing problems with Lisa’s marriage.
Perhaps the answer is in her office, she thought as she went into that room.
Lisa opened the door to enter the office, she felt a sudden chill. What was
that saying, “Like someone had walked over a grave.” “Oh my God,” Lisa said out
loud. “What if she is dead?”
there was no dead body and NO mother. The room was neat, much neater than Lisa
had seen it in a long time. In fact, her mother’s desk, which was often a mess
of papers, was totally clear except for a rather large three-ring folder filled
almost to the breaking point.
Lisa tentatively walked to the desk, she saw an envelope with her name on it
tapedto the top of the folder. She angrily
pulled off the envelope, opened it and began to read her mother’s note.
~ BEVERLY’S JOURNAL~
dear Lisa, I am so sorry that I was unable to tell you this in person, but
there was too much to say and too little time in which to say it. Therefore, I
have left this journal, which clearly describes what has been occurring in my
wish that I could have shared it with you, but you have made it very clear that
you do not want to hear about my ‘weird’ encounters with what you call ‘the
unknown.’ I have tried to tell you that it was never unknown to me, but when I
did you became angry.
know that you have blamed my behavior for your father leaving us when you wereonly ten, but I did not want him to leave any more
than you did. I also know that I was an embarrassment to you when you were a
teenager. I am sorry that I was not the person that you needed me to be.
I am sorry that I could never find a way to share my experiences with you that
did not upset or anger you. I hope that you find this journal in which I
recount everything that has been happening in my life in the order in which it
occurred. Perhaps, when you read it within your own time, you can begin to
understand why I have disappeared in this manner.
remember that I love you very much and hope that we can regain our
relationship. Please do not run off to phone the police before you read this.
After you have read this journal, we may even be able to communicate with each
yelled Lisa. “Do you expect me to read this whole silly journal before I call
the police to find out where you are?”
was so angry that she violently pushed the journal off the table, where it fell
to the floor, opening the binder and spilling the pages all over the room. Lisa
stood in horror. She finally found a clue as to her mother’s disappearance and
she had just scattered it all over the floor. She was so upset that she fell
into the nearby chair and sobbed.
cried the tears that she would not allow when shesaw
the look in her husband’s eye when her friend came over, or how her “friend”
looked toward the ground. She cried the
tears that she had pushed away during her four-hour drive here alone. Then,
when she remembered the expression of relief she saw on her husband’s face when
she said she needed to leave town, she became almost hysterical.
needed her mother to talk to NOW. But was she there for her? NO! Again, she was
absorbed in her own self and in her own weird whatever she was involved in. How
could her mother leave this silly book instead of calling her and talking to
her? But that question reminded Lisa that she had not taken a phone call from
her mother for quite a while.
had been “busy” and would call her back, but never did. Lisa told herself that
it was because she was fed up with her mother’s ideas. But, the truth was that
her mother could always read her mind, and she did not want her mother to tell
her what she wasn’t ready to face.
her four hours driving alone in the car she had “unconsciously” decided to talk
to her mother about her marriage. She was even ready to ask for her help. “But
NO,” Lisa yelled to the empty room, “I finally am ready to talk to her and Mom
is involved in her own self – again!”
dramatically fell to the floor and sobbed. She cried because her marriage was
over, her life was a mess, her mother was missing and she was totally alone.
However, being alone was what she really craved. She needed to get out of
denial and into the truth. That was the real reason she drove to her mothers.
her mother was not there, and had not been there for a while. Maybe she should
have answered some of her mother’s phone calls, emails and letters. Maybe she should
have just listened to herself, Lisa thought as the tears were spent and she sat
on the floor and looked at the papers strewn all over the room.
took Lisa an hour to collect all the pages, which fortunately were numbered,
and put them back into the folder. By then she had calmed down. She went to the
kitchen and happily found some coffee, sat down at the kitchen table, where she
often did her homework as a child, and began to read the journal.
Mytria and Jaqual
look around my room and see that it is filled with thought forms. This is my
meditation room where I write, draw, meditate, and engage in my ongoing search
for higher dimensional realities. I have uncovered quite a few higher
dimensional lives, as well as some lower dimensional lives that were not very
my inner guidance told me to stay with them all, higher and lower until they
told me their full story. You see I have been coming to this planet since Gaia
asked for assistance during the fall of Atlantis. The darkness had overtaken
Her planetary body and Earth was falling off its axis.
I, and many others, each forced (and I do mean forced) our expanded
consciousness into one of the many dying ones at the time of the demise of
Atlantis. We volunteered to do so because we had offered to bring our
multidimensional light to assist Gaia. Earth did maintain its integrity,
barely, but Gaia’s dimensional fall landed in the lower third dimension.
third dimensional frequency of reality was so deeply polarized that for myriad
incarnations most of us, including myself, became lost in the illusions of that
lower dimensions of reality. Fortunately, it is the NOW for personal and
forces of darkness are quite aware of that fact and trying everything they can
to scare us back into subservience. It is for this reason that I am writing
this journal. I intend to publish it, or maybe just put it up on the Internet.
not sure what the future holds for me, which is why I must take a long look at
what I have considered to be my past. You see Gaia is now expanding Her
frequency into the higher dimensions from which She has fallen. She has waited
as long as She can for humanity. Her elementals are ready, Her plants are ready
and Her animals are ready.
the very thing that made humanity the most powerful species on the planet is
the exact thing that is causing our demise. I wish that I could identify
exactly what that “thing” is, but I cannot. Therefore, I am going to combine
all that I have learned from as many incarnations and realities that my 3D
brain can access.
course, I am no longer limited to my 3D brain, as many decades of meditation,
prayer and believing my “imagination” have opened my awareness to perceptions
beyond my physical reality. These
perceptions have finally brought me to the first real peace I can remember, but
they have also isolated me from almost everyone I know.
hope that someday my daughter may read this journal, which is why I am leaving
it on my desk in the office. If anyone cares enough to find out what happed to
me, it would be her. The reality is, I am not even sure what happened to me. I
know that I am jumping back and forth in time fromstarting
the journal to ending the journal, but that is, indeed, my life.
Since I feel that I am
at the ending, though I am not sure what is ending, I need to go back to the
beginning, which has to be my childhood. There are myriad realities that
surround us in every moment of our day. They can all be entered via the many
floating thought forms of which I have spoken.
We have forgotten that
our consciousness is the key to open the doorway into any reality that we
choose. In fact, most of us forgot that there were myriad realities. As
children, these inner realities were acceptable as they were “just our
imagination.” But as we became adults, we had to push away those other
realities because the physical reality we were living was overwhelming.
Besides, only “crazy”
people could see and interact with other realities. Therefore, we forgot that
we could choose our reality. We bought the lies we were fed by those who sought
to control and possess rather than to love and create.
We tried to control our
life so that “they” would not control us. However, control in any manner is a
trap, as we cannot control and surrender at the same time. Control is the
mechanism of the third dimension, whereas surrender opens the pathway into the
by controlling our lives, we see only third dimensional options and solutions
for our third dimensional situations. These options were not enough for me, but
I am getting out of sequence again. I need to go back to the beginning, my
childhood, and write this journal in some form of time-bound sequence, or no
one will understand it.
“You are so right Mom,”
cried Lisa. “Already I don’t understand you. And where the heck are you?”
yelled Lisa not meaning to shout. “I drove four hours down here to talk to you
in person and what I get is a journal. My kids are with their father, who can
only take my absence for so long. Besides he will run out of all the food I
“Where are you? I had a
huge fight with my husband to come down her and had to go into my savings to
get help for the kids. How could you be so selfish? I know we were close when I
was young, being an only child and all. However, as soon as I stopped believing
in all your weirdo stuff, we started growing apart.”
Lisa was very angry, but
there was a bit of fear in her voice as well. Unconsciously recognizing the
fear, Lisa went back to her reading in hopes of finding a clue about her
mother. She took a few more sips of coffee and returned to her reading.
You might say that I was
a very imaginative child. In fact, I lived in my imagination so much that sometimes
I got confused about what world was the real world. That is when I saw the
floating thoughtforms. I did not know that they were thoughtforms.
childhood reality, these moments of communicating with another reality was more
real than my daily life.
In my daily life I was
just a normal kid who was not too smart, too pretty, too clever or too
anything. But when unseen portals inside my mind suddenly, or slowly, opened I
was no longer a child. I was a Native American riding across the planes on a
pinto pony. I was a young boy crossing America in a covered wagon. I was a
Priestess in a far off place called Atlantis, or a young man navigating a
All these thoughtforms floated around me. All
I needed to “do” to enter a thoughtform was to allow my thoughts and feelings to
flow into that world by feeling the emotions of that “me” and thinking the
thoughts of “that” me. Of course, as a child I did not know it was a thoughtform. In fact, I had no idea
what “IT” was, but as a child I did not care.
In fact, it felt like if
I told anyone about what I was experiencing that my secret portal would close
and I would be “cast adrift on a hostile planet.” I know that statement sounds
extreme, but it was exactly how I felt. If they ever talked about therapy at
that time, I would have been there. That is, of course, if I ever told anyone
about my secret life, which I never did.
Fortunately, there was
this flowing, cloud presence that was always with me when I entered these
worlds that told me not to tell anyone about what I was doing. The sparkling
cloud being was too big to be a thoughtform and it felt different.
This presence was not like the thoughtform that became a portal if I opened and
entered it. I did not enter the floating cloud being, but it did enter me.
When the floating being
entered me I felt so very wonderful, pure, honest, invincible and secure. But,
it did not enter me very often. It usually just guided me and helped meto enter,what it called the “thoughtforms.” My cloud friend was
the one who taught me that if I could believe and go into that
thought forms they
would become portals to other worlds.
All that “imagination”
and floating friends was fine when I was a child, but when I was a teenager I
began to change. I no longer wanted to play with my floating friend and enter
the wonderful portals that it presented to me as thoughtforms. I was becoming a
woman and needed a boyfriend to prove it. And so, my floating friend was put
aside, like an old doll I had loved as a child.
I was too old for all
that imagination stuff. So, I stopped attending to the floating thoughtforms
and ignored my cloud friend. After all, they were only for children, and I was
growing up. That is exactly when I became VERY depressed! That depression
followed me for many years of my life.
I forgot about floating
thoughtforms and, too often, I forgot about my cloud friend. I was becoming an
adult and had to behave accordingly. But enough of becoming an adult; I have
said I would begin with my childhood, and so I will.
Lisa closed the Journal in a state of mind that she
could not identify. She wanted to be angry, but instead she felt sad. Yes, it
was her Mother’s life that made her sad. Her life was fine, in fact it was
happy. The only problem was that she had to come all the way down here to find
out where her wacky mother was.
Well, maybe her mother
wasn’t too wacky. Maybe she just thought that because she was so angry with her
for not being there. In fact, for not being there too many times when she
talk to. But, with that thought Lisa began to realize that she had not talked
to her mother in a long time.
“Too much thinking on an
empty stomach and no sleep,” Lisa said to herself. She should call her husband
and tell him that she got here safe, but she didn’t. She did not want to think
about why she didn’t call him, but she did call her friend who the kids were
staying with. Her husband was likely at work or somewhere Lisa lied to her
She pushed the journal
aside and walked into the kitchen to find some food. She did NOT want to
continue with that line of thought. She found some food in the freezer, which
was OK and made more coffee. However, after she finally ate, even the coffee
could not keep her awake.
Therefore, Lisa went
over to the couch to just lie down for “just a few minutes.” She woke up hours
later. “Wow, what a dream,” she said to herself when she awoke. Fortunately,
she soon forgot it.
took a long bath in her mother’s huge tub then got dressed to go to a
restaurant for a decent meal. She was about to step out the door when she went
back into her mother’s office and got the journal. After all, it is cozy to
read something while you eat at a restaurant.
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