Jennifer Chapin - My journal

Jennifer Chapin

Shambhala

9/16/2022

When I was young I used to dream of hidden mystical cities, like Shangri-La or Brigadoon...or Shambhala.

I sensed that these places were alive and existing etherically, all around me, but I could not access them physically. However, they resided within my heart and my incredibly fertile imagination, where all worlds were spun, and where the impossible became possible.

One day, when I lived in Nova Scotia, I stopped by the sea to look at the boats, red, blue, yellow, magenta, that had been pulled up by the fishermen onto the sand. There were children playing close by as well. I stood there and marveled at this beauty, it seemed so magical.

And then the fog rolled it quite dramatically, It soon obscured the road and muffled the sound of cars. It removed the houses and any places of commerce that were close by. This fog enveloped me and the children and the brightly colored boats in a cloak of magic. The sea seemed to take on an iridescent sheen, as though every wave was a crystal, that gleamed and shone brightly. An aroma of rare perfume rose around me as well.

And in that moment, as I was held in this space, I knew that I had found Shambhala. Or that Shambhala had found me,

I dreamed a New Earth into Being

8/7/2022

I dreamed. I dreamed of fresh flowers and bright green grass. I dreamed of ancient cedars who would never know the wanton stroke of an axe.

I dreamed of animals as they ran alongside us, playfully, and fresh clear waters gurgling with happiness as we drank our fill.

I dreamed of kind, good people, happy people who formed communities of joy and who loved one another. Where the land supported them in simple prosperity and where they cherished the Mother, and treated her with love and respect.

Where the arts and sciences flourished as new discoveries were made, in partnership with our family from the Highest of Realms. Where we walked and toiled with them, as we once did.

Where there was abundance for all, and not just for the few at the expense of all.

Where Love formed the foundation of All that Is.

I dreamed and I dreamed. And when I awoke and went out into my world, I saw the beauty of the flowers and the trees, I tasted the freshness of the water and laughed with the animals that ran alongside me and who were not afraid.

I greeted my friends and my family with an open heart and they greeted me in the same way.

I saw that the arts and sciences flourished and that we worked in the areas that best suited our natures, where we all lived in harmony with a pristine Earth that both loved us and supported us.

Where we walked with our Beloveds.

As it was in the beginning.

The veils between worlds are virtually non-existent

8/6/2022

I walk on the Earth with my Beloved and with the Angelic realm once again.

As I stay deep within my heart my power grows, and as my power grows, so do I ascend.

There is no veil between the worlds now. Oh yes, we may not see the shape of our Soul Family who resides in the Higher Realms, but we feel them, very strongly.

And in that feeling, a feeling of pure, unconditional Love, and in that Being with them, we start to see the New Earth emerge. Together, we are co-creating this.

As it was in the beginning.

Russka

7/16/2022

I am in the midst of this massive tome on Russia, part historical fiction intertwined with actual historical events. I absolutely love reading history and I do so with the knowledge that a lot of it has been "re-mastered" by vested interests; however, the existence of certain historical facts and figures in history are indisputable. IE, Ivan the Terrible, Peter the Great, The Empress Catherine, The Romanovs...and the throwing off of the Nazis in World War 11.

The terrible treatment of the peasantry and their ultimate rise.

Historical fiction adds in the muse of the writer and in the case of Edward Rutherford, it is a masterful Muse indeed..

Before we cast stones at the situation in Russia and the Ukraine, it is important to understand the rich and varied backdrop to the evolution of these countries, and how they have been intertwined from the very beginning.

As has Iran. This country, ancient, has a long history with the country that eventually became Russia.

No conflict can arise out of a vacuum and once you understand the history of the players, the "AH-HA" moments will begin.

In an overall sense, I am awed by the progress and evolution of the Russia itself, pooh-pooed by the elites of Europe during the Renaissance.... for a while... until they rose in might and grandeur and produced some of the world's most magnificent writers, artists composers and scientists As have the Ukraine, long resistant to Russia's hegemony, incorporated, and then made independent once again.

To those authoritarian "leaders" on Earth who place themselves at the top of the pyramid, please look at this picture

7/13/2022

Where is Earth in this picture? Where are the laments and the refrains of censorship and propaganda from the media, the governments, the so-called health authorities.

The shadow groups that control them.

Where are all of those who have spun an agenda of mayhem, fear and destruction on this beautiful and beleaguered planet for FAR TOO LONG. The war mongers. Those who hate.

And yet, in this time of pivotal change, we have been told that the Earth is critical to the overall evolution of this sub-universe, the universe overall, and beyond.

So much so that Great Beings of Light have traveled from many of the galaxies that we see here, to observe us, and to assist us.

We are rising, those of the Light, to take our rightful place in this evolving galaxy.

The despots are not.

Covid was a lab experiment that went wrong

7/11/2022

As we stand at the threshold of the new Earth, it is important to remember that all that is no longer in service to the Higher Realms or Gaia, will not make the transition.

They will actually stay in the old world that they have sought so desperately to retain.

This means that those who capitalized on Covid, which was a lab experiment that went grievously wrong, will stay in that horrid world of fear, limitation and sickness that they resonate with...ultimately facing the karma they have created and must rectify.

There are many who stood outside and above this time, and saw clearly what was happening. We do not judge but we also know that the old world of power over and the so-called "elites" are not part of our new pantheon.

So let us rise, all who rise, and know that those who perpetuate the cycle of limitation and fear will eventually find themselves in the Light as well...in their own time.

The Magic of our Interior World

4/27/2022

I am reading this novel and it is about interior spaces, magic rooms and caverns, libraries and great halls of learning, wonderful ballrooms full of magic, laughter, love and light. There are spaces where you can walk long glorious seashores. And these worlds can only be accessed by those who believe, for they open the doors to great treasures.

The doors can be found anywhere, in parks and gardens, in alleyways covered with litter and graffiti, rarely in churches, and they appear to those whose eyes are meant to see them, a trompe l'oeil invitation to draw closer and to enter.

Some enter, some reach out for the doorknob and then change their minds, some come back the next day to find that the door has been painted over....

By those who don't want the seeker to see the magic and the wonder of a world that you will never find in the flat 3D earth that many have come to accept as their reality.

Those who paint over the doors over are the shadow group in our world.

Those who paint the doors to begin with are the visionaries, the dreamers, those who seeks justice and knowledge. Beauty, peace and harmony.

Because once you enter that door you will never be the same.

The Earth and Sky are communicating to us

4/15/2022

I am staying in a seaside hotel as a respite from the city, and I have spent most of the past two days walking along the ocean, feeling the waves soothe me.

But not just the ocean. I noticed that the sky was also trying to get my attention: resplendent sculptures in gold and white, pink tinged, billowing together and then apart, just magnificent.

The Earth and the sky are communicating with us. By listening, we lift ourselves above our busyness and the largely fractured nature of the 3D world and become attuned to serenity. But we will not hear the message if our attention is constantly being diverted.

God does not speak to us solely through our meditations, our visions and our dreams.

Celebrating my revolution around the sun

4/14/2022

To commemorate this day, the day of my birth, I went out and bought this mandala. A pair of orcas playing under a full moon, all encompassed in an eight-pointed star and surrounded by a circle, the circle of Life.

In these precious days upon the Earth, we are reminded of the utmost importance of the Breath of Life, in and out, in every moment. We have learned over the past 2-3 years that nothing should be taken for granted, because this breath could be taken away from us at any moment.

In the in and out of this Breath, we meet God and we come to understand that we are indivisible from God, that we are God. God's Breath is our Breath, we are one, and we are loved, and held very close to God's heart, each of us.

Though we go through days of travail, endlessly reaching for the Sun, we also remember that we are in duality and that our sojourn on Earth must be treasured in every way. Some of us will not be coming back.

As we treasure ourselves, so we treasure others, and honor them for their uniqueness and for their own revolution around the sun as they live out their truth and their destiny, in their own way.

It is a beautiful tapestry.

We are a field of wildflowers

4/7/2022

photo by Ruth Renedo

Sometimes, in my morning meditations, Archangel Gabriel comes to visit me. He takes me by the hand and we walk through a field of wildflowers, with Mount Shasta behind them, exactly like this photo. Sometimes we just walk through the flowers and I feel their beauty drifting through my fingers. Sometimes we sit silently together, and I feel his love radiating towards me, as mine radiates towards him.

The moment is beautiful and utterly filled with great peace.

I envision all of us as wildflowers, I certainly see myself as one. I am not a domesticated flower forced to grow in artificial surroundings, perhaps dwarfed in my beauty. I am wild and free, and intend to remain that way.

As spiritual Beings we must be careful not to let our wildness be tamed or our voices truncated, in any way. I sometimes feel that this newly emerging spirituality that we are ascending into faces the danger of (subtly) expecting conformity, like the old style religions used to.

We must remember that without our authentic and true voices, humanity and the Earth weeps. So do our Spirits. We bring our unique voices to the Community as we sing an anthem together. But the community does not have the power to define us.