Blog #3 – Bittersweet – “What Goes Up Must Come Down” May 28, 2019.

Greetings and Salutations! Today I wanted to share a few short stories about my time with Florence Mary. With it being close to summer here in the West Kootenays I am reminded of precious times spent with Florence, especially those times we spent deep in the heart of nature. Some of our deepest growth together was when we were walking along a river or along a winding woods trail. We would get in the truck and head into the woods always knowing that spirit was beside us guiding us to our next understanding.

When I first met Florence she was in her late forties. Myself, I was around 27. Florence would share with me what she knew about spirit and meditation and all things higher consciousness. In return, I coaxed her into nature and to the messages and heartbeats of Mother Earth. We spent many  nights camping along the PendOrielle River South of Trail, British Columbia. This was once frontier land with an interesting history. They had dammed up the river, it did not flow the way it once did. The land had been long sold off to hydro companies and the homestead and nomadic peoples that once dotted the landscape were long gone, but the land still had the magic within…..

We had been driving up deep into the mountains on the PendOrielle when Florence motioned me to stop the truck. “Get out and walk a ways up the road, there is a gift waiting for you”, she said. It was a hot summer day in early July. The heat of the sun mixed with the scent of summer grasses and Pine trees gave off an almost incense like impression on the senses. I walked a ways and fell into a trance like state. When I got up a ways I saw a tree, a beautiful pine tree, so I made a b-line for it. As soon as I got close to the tree I heard a commotion. The sound of a million feathers fanning caused quite the commotion and I was somewhat startled by the noise. On branches and around the tree, were grouse, several of them and they began to scatter. As they scattered I began to feel my consciousness change and so did the scene in front of me. The vision I saw was of several warriors who had gathered to perform the spiral dance. Drums and the fanning of feathers and these beautiful souls dancing frontwards and backwards but always in a spiral,  singing and moving in a perfection that not even a Hollywood movie could successfully accomplish. I stood there and watched for a while until the dance was almost done and then I snapped out of it and the scene was gone. I went over to the tree and picked up a few grouse feathers and held them like I had received a treasure. These men met specifically to perform that dance and probably did that every year and then returned back to their nomadic ways. I felt a connection to that place and yet I would never return to that spot ever again. Once was enough, no need to push the river, so to speak. This is one little story, but I have another…

One day we were driving in the mountains and I was telling Florence how much I love to hike. I always feel closer to the creator when I am in the alpine. The winds speak to me and the mountains become my beloved the higher up I go. Myself, I considered conquering mountains akin to conquering the challenges of life. Alpine had a way of recharging my soul and body. A refuge from the daily storms of life in the city. Florence was a country girl and a city girl, not necessarily a mountain girl. At this time in her life she was focused on the art gallery and home projects as well as contributing energies to charity and self preservation. She worked on her writings and her artwork and gardening, cooking, etc. So, as we drove the winding mountain roads, we often spoke of what was in our hearts.

Florence had at one time even gone to the gym and lifted weights but was not in the best of shape at this point in time. She was telling me as we drove along about how she could never do what i do when it comes to hiking or go to the places i go. No sooner had the words come out of her mouth when i began to feel goosebumps. We turned the corner and i pulled off to the side of the steep dirt road. If you were to look straight up from where i parked, there was a large mountain with what looked like a golden meadow on the top once you got past the scree field in front of it. I told Florence to get out of the truck because she was going to climb this mountain with me. She looked at me like i was crazy. “I can’t go up there, she said”. “Its not an option, you are climbing this mountain with me or you are going to die trying, i said”. All of a sudden the shoes were on the other foot, so to speak. I demanded that she find her stamina and her balance and hike to the top. I never left that womans side the whole way up the mountain. No trails, sheer tenacity and an eye on the prize, which was the view from the top. It took us about 45 minutes to get to that mountain top and although her body was screaming from the work out, i watched her conquer at least 2000 meters of mountain with calm and determination. When we got to that mountain top she began to cry. Thank you thank you, she said to me. ” I have never conquered a mountain before.” The view was staggering. Looking south to the USA or north into Canada, the view was spectacular. Florence sat on a large boulder atop the mountain and began to meditate. I joined her. We got quiet and opened our hearts. Florence began to recieve colours and began to announce them. When she was finished speaking, she had seen each guide in its own colour and when she opened her eyes there were 5 eagles flying just off and down from where we were perched. They flew in a circular dance. It was beautiful and for us both and it was the reward for that hike to the top. We stayed there for a while and did not want to come down off of that mountain. Even the winds were tickling us as we sat. I will never forget that day ever, nor did Florence.

Another time, we were camped along the PendOrielle river and it was very hot out. Where we were camped was close to an old bridge that once crossed the river. Only the cement pillars stood where the bridge once was. Now, at this time i will point out that the river is very deep and can run very fast or meander depending on whether they have released any water from the dams along the river. This day, the river looked a little lower and the spot where we would cross the river looked kind of tempting. There was an old road across the river on the other side and it seemed that every time we came across a road less travelled, we wanted to know where it went. A bizzarre wild goose chase usually would entail such decisions. Yet, on this day we decided to swim across the river at this very narrow spot where the old bridge once stood. After a few minutes of checking the ebb and flow, we decided we would cross. “Maybe we should shapeshift into a fish to cross, she said”. I chuckled and then i said to her. “Pick your favorite water being and visualize yourself swimming like that, mind over matter”. It was a deal. We got quiet and did our visualization and then we dove into the water. One had to swim rather quickly in order to not get taken down by the current. However, drowning was not an option so i became otter and swam as though i was almost skimming along the water. Within what felt like seconds, i was across the current and i dragged myself onto the river bank. To my amazement when I looked back, Florence was gone. I began to panic as i watched the river carry her down stream. She had screamed at first and then just swam and floated along with the current until it spat her out around 3 kilometers down stream. 

I got right back into the river and skimmed across. I got into the truck and raced along the dusty mountain road to find her. After about 10 minutes i could see this figure walking along the road, almost staggering. I pulled over and was about to get out of the truck to help her in, when she raised her hand and told me to leave her, she was walking back to camp. There was an angry determination about her walk back to camp. She was mad and i was not going to argue with her. I waited for about an hour and then she emerged from the dusty road and back to camp. I ran and gave her a hug and asked if she was ok. Yes, she was fine, but she had made a huge mistake and it almost cost her her life. When she visualized herself crossing the river she used dolphin and as she went under like the dolphin, the current ripped her away like a leaf going downstream. After being dragged down that river Florence was determined to walk back to camp and to walk it alone. I was utterly amazed at her stamina and her heart and i gained a lot of respect for her that day.

There is always a down side to things and my last story today is about the down side. We decided to do some early autumn camping. The weather was warm and the autumn air hung heavy with the change of seasons. We had done a fews days of camping and some huckleberry picking and had just had a wonderful time. My daughter was 4 at the time and we had her camping with us too. Florence loved my daughter as if she was one of her own. She always said that my daughter had been her daughter in other lifetimes and Florence loved being around the innocence of children. So, after a wonderful day and an evening of fun and stories around the campfire, we said goodnight and went to sleep. I was in my tent with my daughter and Florence always slept in the back of her truck, looking up at the night skies was a favorite way to go to sleep when we camped. As long as she had her duvet and a pillow, she was good to go. Anyways, around 4:30 in the morning we woke up to screaming and crying from the box of the truck. I almost blew a hole through that tent i was up and outside of it so fast. Florence was screaming in pain. Her legs had began to cramp to such extremes that she wept and screamed and with each scream of pain i winced. I would try to sit her up but one leg would be numb while the other one felt like it was being crushed. This lasted for about an hour or so and then i got her back into the fornt of the truck and we packed up and went home. When we got back to her house Florence was ok, but something had changed in her, i could see it. Over time it became clear that the polio she suffered from as a child would come back as a syndrome that would devastate her physical body the rest of her life. We never camped on the PendOrielle after that day again. Our time there was over.

I have a thousand other stories between these ones. These are just some of the stories i can share about my time with Florence and our connection, our joys, our sorrows and our victories, which sometimes came disguised as losses. I will also point out that with every physical loss that Florence had, spirit recompensed her with wisdom and compassion. Adapting was not an option, it became neccessity. So today I wish for you all to have the ability to climb life’s mountains….the climb is hard at times but you get the best views from the top. 


written by Webmaster Steven




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Blog #2 “When The Elementals Come Home” written May 24, 7.07a.m.

Greetings and salutations. For a few days now there has been a message building from guidance. In the midst of every day life spirit is ever present, ever faithful. While tending to my garden or preparing a meal, little pieces of information come and go, like the in and out of the breath. When one is silent inside and of no agenda, the message begins to form from an empty space. The vessel begins to fill….

The human mind is a great thing. The power of the human mind can sometimes be likened to the vastness and depths of your oceans. While still mapping out your oceans and its known species, you have yet to know the totality of the vastness of your oceans and its unknown species. It is said that human beings use 10 percent or less of their brains. There are scanners and technologies to register parts and see deep within the brain. Yet for all of the knowledge you have of the brain and the mind, you do not have full understanding or 100 percent totality of the brains function in reality to matter. It is a process that is not complete and even with full scientific and medicinal understanding, you will not achieve that 100 percent. Ego will drive that car only so far. Without integration of spiritual and quantum understandings, the attempt is in vain. A denial of the source of the power supply will not keep the car in good running order. And with that said, we move on.

In the world of the super natural there is an activity that can be both conscious and unconscious. Adepts in the use of directing energy have known this for aeons. For instance, those you would term witches, wizards and shamans have known and used the concept and reality for a very long time. That reality is known as the elemental. Thought forms take on a life and a direction and are motivated to do the bidding of their master. Some have used this power for great destruction and to create mayhem towards an opponent or an adversary. The more emotion one puts into this process, the greater the effect. The problem with such an expose in energy direction is the fact that once the elemental has achieved the effect for its maker, it then always comes back to its source. Two things are then possible. The elemental must be absorbed back inside of the body and consciousness of the entity that created it, or it will consume the host. There is always a boomerang effect when power is manipulated in that mode. This understanding is nothing new. 

So with this in mind, we can begin to understand that one’s thoughts are propelled by emotion, driven like an unseen vehicle. Love, hate, anger, sorrow, vice, etc, are the fuels that move the energy and help bring it into form. This then begins to make one question the fact that if one person can do this sort of thing consciously, can it be said the same of the unconscious mind driven by mass hysteria or negative thoughts or even propaganda? The human race is bombarded by frequencies. Some of these frequencies  you cannot see but you can feel them even if you have no conscious understanding of it at the time it is happening, which is almost constantly now. There was a time where great information was coming in. It was and still is meant to awaken everyone. It began to work and people were beginning to seek truth and peace again. Harmony was coming. Yet, as you began to awaken from your slumber there were other energies that did not want this. They decided to change the frequency when you got close to shifting your consciousness to the higher vibrations. Firstly, they injected more fear, more uncertainty and division on a constant basis. Your televisions so called journalists stopped questioning everything about their world and began to be weaponized against the masses. Things were turned upside down and inside out. 

The frequency has been changed to one of division. Left and right, good and bad, etc. Deeper and deeper into polarity they sent you. They have reinforced this with 5G technology that is meant to interfere with your ability to transcend ego and walk in spirit. They do not want that. Wifi effects your moods, your electromagnetic spectrum, aura and brain, but most importantly, your DNA. Those silent waves are bringing you under control or numbing you. In quicksand you have found yourselves and yet you still think you can swim? There is no truth on your televisions. If there was real truth it would not be allowed. So, all of your religious propaganda and mind control and fear and unworthiness (or so you think) is projected every day, week, hour. You pray to a concept of what you have been told. You have created this mass belief and with those misguided energies you have created false gods, sent up into the heavens to gather form. With the invention of your bibles and radio and television, you have sped this up.  The misguided, unconscious belief and misunderstandings of the people are sent up like foul incense that reinforces the elemental thought forms that will one day come back to your Earth and your dimension and then what will you do? Will you be able to absorb that thought form and still be alive or will it come back and consume you? You cannot send these thoughts up without a day of pay back. They say that you are in the end times. They manipulate you and the rest of society to move you in to that direction. This accomplishes their goals. They have wars, rumours of wars, politics, sports, religion and a thousand other ways to keep you under their hypnotic trance. Fear of the unknown is their weapon against you and they bombard you with it daily.

When the elementals come back they will be your gods and your goddesses, your demons and your angels. So how will you know if this is real? Will they be the true heavenly host or will they be the elementals you created over aeons through your misguided prayers. Do you really want this lord to return? Will the messiah be an elemental or the real thing? How will you know? How would one ever be able to stand against this scientific thriller? Perhaps a real son or daughter of the most high had better take the time to contemplate? We leave that with you.

The move to de-feminize the female and to de-masculine the male is the attempt to neutralize your ability to procreate. They lump sex in with procreation and then they say you have too many people on your planet. This is a great lie. Do you know that they want the baby born outside of the womb? One day perhaps you will have to request permission to have a child and you will only provide the egg and the sperm. Artificial Intelligence will cradle your babies and birth them. Having children will be strictly controlled and not possible without sanction from the proper authorities. The cradle will be the pod. This is the world you are heading into. The mother will no longer carry the child in the womb. This disconnection will bring the singularity consciousness that has been chosen for you. If you can survive the wars will this be the new way? 

Emoting over “onward christian soldiers” will only create the space for people to kill in the name of their elemental god. It does not free you. We only use christianity because this is prevalent in Western thinking.

The balloon is full of air and is ready to pop. The fox has entered the hen house. Watch closely and KNOW WHO YOU ALL ARE. That is your first line of defence. When you are plugged in to Source, you are always home. Do not be distracted from Source. We tell you now that when each individual person emits a thought of compassion and love into the world, you create a space for it. It might not be in your own place or area but it does happen. Someone else you have never met will be open and they will receive your energies and it will spread like a wildfire. Your intention of thought for healing your lives and your planet is what is needed. Prayers for peace. Prayers to help one another, not to give your powers over to a strange god.

Send love, send peace, joy, truth. Speak the truth under your breath and in your heart and share it quietly. Intend for someone somewhere to catch your beautiful thoughts. This is how you manifest it. You willingly share your heart and your truth quietly and in prayer and meditation. You will then find that you have more in common with people you have never known or seen or ever will. You will find a common humanity that at its base wants harmony. When your systems fail you will need allies. You must send out the thought forms that can heal and raise awareness and vibration. You have to develop a frequency within your own world that is pure and that your masters cannot infringe on. Speak your truth gently into the wind with the intention of helping someone “get it”. When you move in this way you create a natural way of communication where you will not need your technology to get your information out. What one person thinks in one place can help someone else “get it” somewhere else. There is no dogma in this idea. 

The powers that be have hidden this from you. They have thrown up one smokescreen after another to confuse you. Turn your tv’s off and your minds and hearts on. You will find you are changing your world regardless of the control mechanisms and maybe when the elementals come back they will not consume everyone because you will know who they are. You do not need UFOs for an invasion. You only need a change in dimensional energies and an ability to move amongst them. Do not be deceived. Can resonance change frequency or does frequency control resonance? Can the spirit of man control frequency or direct it? These are very good times to find the answer to that question because you are under attack every minute of the day by frequencies. Eventually, these frequencies will make you all sick and nature will be sick too. This has to be understood, not ignored, nor feared.

Speak truth to the wind and you speak truth to power. The public domain is like a wrestling ring. There are people who will receive truth without struggle. You only have to think it to them.

written by webmaster Steven, given gently by guidance





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Blog Post – #1 – It’s Been A While – May 21, 2019, 6:44a.m.

Greetings and salutations! It’s been a while……by webmaster Steven

Today is a new day. Today begins a new process and a new beginning. There was a time when i wanted to wake people up to what is going on around them in their world. Sharing news and concepts and doing my best to get some form of basic understanding out to anyone who would hear, of the train wreck coming down the tracks right in front of their path….i looked high and low for what i could share to help raise a warning call and awareness. While i was going about this i did not see truly what was going on. The full scope of the picture had not come into view. The pieces of the puzzle just hadn’t clicked in yet. This has since changed for me. 

I did not see the war coming between the left and the right. The ace of spades was cold, hard, division. Fully separated and isolated, the moderate voices of reason would be the first to be silenced. This is occurring daily and constantly. A world is coming where revolution will be neighbour killing neighbour because of a left or right view point. The vileness of the abortion debate thrown back up and vomitted back into the public arena gauranteed to divide and create more anger and hate. When you come into truth you can be sure that negative forces will raise the stakes to oppose you. In todays world of politics and greed and self gratification of ego, one almost loses all hope..

I decided to remove the information and news section of this site because i could hear the censorship ghost approaching. I have seen the websites being pulled for using a word that someone somewhere finds offensive. It might be something innocent and benign but these are no longer the days for that. An iron curtain has decended and is closing tightly upon the free thinkers of this world. There is a demand that you are either left wing or right wing. No middle ground. No zero point. The people have hardened their hearts and have closed their ears. They do not want dialogue, they have become like stone. Impenetrable…

About 8 weeks ago I went flying down my stairs and broke my ankle. A few weeks later my ankle gave out while walking and I fell and smashed my knee on a rock. Broken ankle, sprained knee. No doctors. No hospitals. Eventually, they healed enough that i can still use them but i cannot touch them. I had been working on my photography and artwork and was beginning to integrate things and then i had to just stop. The guides impressed upon me that everything had changed and that none of that was important. Life had to get my attention and it did so. After investing thousands of dollars into building my own portfolio and life, i was to let it go. It was no longer to be a major consumption of my time or energy. There was no more time for that.

What was very important was communication. Not from ego based fear or monetary need, although i am lacking financially, it balances out in spirit and i am ok with that. Every day i get things from spirit. The guides have told me that now is the time to share. It is my intention to bring you fresh content, but it will not be from other sources for now. I will share what i am led to share and i will begin today, at this moment…..

While i was sitting quietly in the morning sun, being present, i began to feel a pull. A memory was coming. In the early years of woodswalks with Florence, when i was a younger man i was like a sponge. Everything she spoke when it came to spirit, i absorbed into every pore. Yet life happens and years pass and we forget some of the things we once knew or were told. They get buried in the fine print or under the semantics of ego life. While going through immense changes lately i was taken back to our morning walk along the mighty Columbia River. It was a hot summer morning when we walked. The birds were singing and a gentle breeze blew. We stopped to share a rock and watch the eddy and flow and dance of the river. The waters danced as though there was an orchestra playfully above them, coaxing and prodding them into unison and harmony as they went along. After about 10 minutes of silence and watching and smiling, Florence began to tell me something. During her earlier years on the path to herself, she went in to a deep meditation and her heart began to pull with the emotion of spiritual unfoldment. In a split second Florence found herself at the foot of the cross. Before her eyes hanging on the cross was Jesus. He was battered and beaten and lifeless. His head hung low with the wieght of the crown of thorns. Limp, bleeding and tortured by man, Jesus was dying. Florence told me how horrified she was when she saw that scene in front of her. She bowed down on one knee in reverence and looked up at the cross. Then she told me that what happened next blew her mind, so to speak. Jesus opened his eyes and looked straight at her and then as if nothing had happened, he got down off of the cross and walked over to her. With one hand on her shoulder he pointed to the cross and motioned to her to get up……it’s your turn now, he said. Her words sent chills up my spine.

What Jesus was telling Florence was that we are crucified by life. This brought a great respect for Jesus as a teacher. Florence never argued the religious guilt propaganda of the masses. Jesus was crucified by life and so are we. Once one begins to get that, it changes the dynamics a bit. You begin to absorb the body blows and they hurt much less. 

Two years ago i watched a squirell jump from a telephone pole and when it hit the ground it was a crow. Two months ago i planted a hazel nut tree and it has turned itself into a maple tree. While the hazel nut has the magic, the maple has endurance and strength. We will always be in need of a little magic in our lives but now we must be strong and endure. These may not be the days for the faint hearted but with a little trust and faith and compassion they might be good days for the LIGHT-HEARTED.

I will end this first blog now. I thank each and every one of you for your love and your light. The messages I will bring forth will be from 3 sources, Florence, The Spirit Guides and the deepest parts of my heart. 


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