Chronicles
Issue: Jan. 2006
Energies for January
“The Collective Opening of Sacred Hearts”
Activating and Planting Seeds of Love
In Gaia
To all my Solar Flowers of Light,Now I will below share my Mother Mary visitation and our vision together. I said yes and from that moment she has shown us more to come forth in her Divine Plan. We send each of you only Love. In Peace and In Love
Kara and Wilder Kincannon
Here is brief her-story/his-story of our location and why we were sent here.
The first walk-in was Jan 6th 1976
2nd walk-in Feb 1980 Krystnal (Syrian)
3rd walk-in Nov. 6th 2002 Kara (Pleiadian).
After our coming to Co. on the winter solstice 2002 we returned home to KS, with no intention of moving to CO. We had finally begun to get settled in our community in KS. My mother was very ill, and she passed on Jan 16th 2003. It was not our plan at all to move to Co. in Jan. and stay with someone else and start all over. Wilder had worked for 3 and half years in his remodeling services and had finally begun to see daylight. He gave it all up to follow our guidance. Takes lots of guts and commitment and trust to do such a thing, we assure you, and it was not easy. We have been thru the fires of transmutation on all levels. Much has changed in us and this environment and the area. Much has been revealed about this area. We are told this area was to be the physical location for the pilot program from Shamballa and the Great Central Sun.
That afternoon while I was in my bathtub, eyes closed, I began to see these moving liquid lights coming in my vision. I would open my eyes and see the same vision. Open or closed it was happening. The colors where so alive, rich and fluid. They were colors of pink, ruby, violent, greens, which then form a large form of a Heart that was radiant ruby with purple flames at its bottom. The form of Our Mother Mary took shape around this vibrating alive heart. She was all in colors pulsing with energy. The shape looked like the form of the “Lady of Guadalupe”. This is what she transmitted to me very clearly, as I had to write it later in my journal.
She announced herself as such,” I am Divine Mother, Queen of Angels, and Queen of Heaven. I am the Universal Mother. She has come to reawaken all her children to return home. Return to her Sacred Heart of Love. She wishes to bless all her children of Earth. That is what she has asked me and instructed me to ask you, to join in with her visions and planting her Solar Flower Gardens ! Her Solar Flower garden she wishes us to begin now, in our hearts. Then to plant one flower for her at her “Little Pink Church”.
This is to be her Solar Flower Garden of Her Love felt and remembered and activated by our joining with her in her Divine Plan. She comforted my doubts: of not being Catholic; not owning this land (the church does); the people in this mountain community will not like it, etc, etc, She answered each of my questions before I was finished. She showed me and made it very clear that I was not to worry or concern myself with any of these things because she is and has taken care of all of this. She and her angels. This was and is her church, her divine plan and she has all the details. She showed me how she was blessing this area and the whole world with her Divine Plan of asking us to plant one flower for her at this “Little Pink Church”.
Here are some things she showed on this high-powered DVD. There will be miracles to behold by her and all her angels to do her bidding for all. All her angels are helping her with planting her "Majestic Solar Flower Garden”. She brings healing to all who enter the sacred portal she has built at her “Little Pink Church”.
All who enter her sacred garden will be healed by her Love remembered. People from all over the world will come to witness her Majestic Solar Flowers in Bloom! All who come will honor and respect and pay her homage and respect. They will leave her garden awed, refreshed and uplifted by her Love and her beauty. All people in Gaia’s community of light will participate with her and join in, their hearts connected, and plant their seeds within her heart. All their heart's desires that come to her she will hear them all. She will find you, she will nourish you, she will feed all and they will know her love and the Infinite Love of the Source Creator by coming to her Majestic Garden she is bringing here. All are blessed. She hears our prayers and is answering our pleas. Her tears of blood, profess her undying Love for all humanity and every living thing.
In Love and In Peace
Kara and Wilder Kincannon
A Journey Within the Flower
Azure Inspired invites you to travel the journey within 2B, through the reflections of seeing inside out versa (outside in).
Express Your Gratitude at www.ExpressGratitude.com
Received Dec 28th 2005
Will you plant one flower seed for me at my “Little Pink Church? (Long pause).
I am Mother Mary, Queen of the Universes and Queen of Angels for all Eternity,
Source of Light Center
16790 C.R. 46.0
Aguilar, CO. 81020
Or make your Solar Flower Seed $$ Love offering on our Angel Donation pay-pal button on our web-site: http://Sourceoflightportal.com
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Reflections - The Daffodil Principle
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Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come and see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. Going and coming took most of a day--and I honestly did not have a free day until the following week. "I will come next Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove the length of Route 91, continued on I-215, and finally turned onto Route 18 and began to drive up the mountain highway. The tops of the mountains were sheathed in clouds, and I had gone only a few miles when the road was completely covered with a wet, gray blanket of fog. I slowed to a crawl, my heart pounding. The road becomes narrow and winding toward the top of the mountain. As I executed the hazardous turns at a snail's pace, I was praying to reach the turnoff at Blue Jay that would signify I had arrived. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these darling children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly," We drive in this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears--and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her. "I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car. The mechanic just called, and they've finished repairing the engine," she answered. "How far will we have to drive?" I asked cautiously. "Just a few blocks," Carolyn said cheerfully So we buckled up the children and went out to my car. "I'll drive," Carolyn offered. "I'm used to this." We got into the car, and she began driving. In a few minutes I was aware that we were back on the Rim-of-the-World Road heading over the top of the mountain. "Where are we going?" I exclaimed, distressed to be back on the mountain road in the fog. "This isn't the way to the garage!" "We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils." "Carolyn," I said sternly, trying to sound as if I was still the mother and in charge of the situation, "please turn around. There is nothing in the world that I want to see enough to drive on this road in this weather." "It's all right, Mother," She replied with a knowing grin. "I know what I'm doing. I promise, you will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience." And so my sweet, darling daughter who had never given me a minute of difficulty in her whole life was suddenly in charge -- and she was kidnapping me! I couldn't believe it. Like it or not, I was on the way to see some ridiculous daffodils -- driving through the thick, gray silence of the mist-wrapped mountaintop at what I thought was risk to life and limb. I muttered all the way. After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road that branched down into an oak-filled hollow on the side of the mountain. The Fog had lifted a little, but the sky was lowering, gray and heavy with clouds. We parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church. From our vantage point at the top of the mountain we could see beyond us, in the mist, the crests of the San Bernardino range like the dark, humped backs of a herd of elephants. Far below us the fog-shrouded valleys, hills, and flatlands stretched away to the desert. On the far side of the church I saw a pine-needle- covered path, with towering evergreens and manzanita bushes and an inconspicuous, lettered sign "Daffodil Garden." We each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path as it wound through the trees. The mountain sloped away from the side of the path in irregular dips, folds, and valleys, like a deeply creased skirt. Each different-colored variety (I learned later that there were more than thirty-five varieties of daffodils in the vast display) was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. Live oaks, mountain laurel, shrubs, and bushes clustered in the folds, and in the gray, drizzling air, the green foliage looked dark and monochromatic. I shivered. Then we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight, unexpectedly and completely splendid. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise. Even in the mist-filled air, the mountainside was radiant, clothed in massive drifts and waterfalls of daffodils. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. In the center of this incredible and dazzling display of gold, a great cascade of purple grape hyacinth flowed down like a waterfall of blossoms framed in its own rock-lined basin, weaving through the brilliant daffodils. A charming path wound throughout the garden. There were several resting stations, paved with stone and furnished with Victorian wooden benches and great tubs of coral and carmine tulips. As though this were not magnificence enough, Mother Nature had to add her own grace note -- above the daffodils, a bevy of western bluebirds flitted and darted, flashing their brilliance. These charming little birds are the color of sapphires with breasts of magenta red. As they dance in the air, their colors are truly like jewels above the blowing, glowing daffodils. The effect was spectacular. It did not matter that the sun was not shining. The brilliance of the daffodils was like the glow of the brightest sunlit day. Words, wonderful as they are, simply cannot describe the incredible beauty of that flower-bedecked mountain top. Five acres of flowers! (This too I discovered later when some of my questions were answered.) "But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. I was overflowing with gratitude that she brought me -- even against my will. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. "Who?" I asked again, almost speechless with wonder, "And how, and why, and when?" "It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house, my mind buzzing with questions. On the patio we saw a poster. " Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman, two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958." There it was. The Daffodil Principle. For me that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than thirty-five years before, had begun -- one bulb at a time -- to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. One bulb at a time. There was no other way to do it. One bulb at a time. No shortcuts -- simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded. Loving an achievement that grew so slowly and that bloomed for only three weeks of each year. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principle of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time -- often just one baby-step at a time -- learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world. "Carolyn," I said that morning on the top of the mountain as we left the haven of daffodils, our minds and hearts still bathed and bemused by the splendors we had seen, "it's as though that remarkable woman has needle-pointed the earth! Decorated it. Just think of it, she planted every single bulb for more than thirty years. One bulb at a time! And that's the only way this garden could be created. Every individual bulb had to be planted. There was no way of short-circuiting that process. Five acres of blooms. That magnificent cascade of hyacinth! All, all, just one bulb at a time." The thought of it filled my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. "It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!" My wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said with the same knowing smile she had worn for most of the morning. Oh, profound wisdom! It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use tomorrow?" Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards Epicenter News Now/Age Chronicles Mini Mission
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