Today’s Epiphany – the light reanimated

I discovered it is more than enough to embrace the simple joy in wonder.

Embraced by the Enigma

For the first time in several months, since going dark after a lake visit in the fall, the neon nightlight that has been active for twenty-eight years reanimated today, 2.15.26. I am overjoyed.

Other lights remain active in the interim, the agate light [pictured] among them, but witnessing the return of this longtime companion is rejuvenating in a distinctly different way. It carries history. Continuity. Presence. Its return prompted an accompanying channeled transmission, and once again I find myself humbled by the process.

The paranormal elements, time shifts, anomalous encounters, and precognitive nudges are simply part of the journey now. What an adventure it has been. And still, I keep asking the same question: How can I serve? What can I bring to the table that would be most helpful?

The answer never changes.

“Write.”

For decades, I assumed that instruction was about channeling, about decoding messages or documenting the unusual. Only now has it finally dawned on me: it isn’t about the channeling at all. It’s about creativity.

(Owahtafoolivebeen…)

I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I was supposed to write. Putting words in my journal. Questioning. Wondering. Frustrated. Curious. Persisting. Documenting. When it was clear all along.
Just write.
Play.
Create.
Wonder.
Explore.
Review.
Relive.
Recover.
Play.
Learn.
Evolve.
Try more.
Be more.
Live.

So I’m writing things [fiction adventures] I once dismissed as unworthy of expression. I was wrong. The attempts themselves are the lesson. Just do. Just be. Express. And discover more. Jump in. Play with words. Let the story reveal itself through the act of creating.

The output was never the goal. The goal is the zone, the wonder zone. I thought that was a perk, something you occasionally visit, not a state you’re meant to live inside. After missing the point for far too many decades, I’m finally turning the page(s).

That field I kept reserving for some other purpose? It was always there.

While I sat on the fence, the moment of clarity waited patiently. And this morning—after a few months of pause, the light returned, offering both encouragement and perspective. Love never dies. It shifts form. It returns in ways we don’t always recognize at first.

Whether these words end up in a book or remain in a journal doesn’t matter. Writing is part of the work, communicating the inner journey while releasing the outer angst of measuring up. There is no measurement. There is only the leap: throwing pages around, playing with language, and letting meaning emerge in motion.

Thank you for being part of this space.

Aloha.

I use that word because it’s more than a greeting or farewell. It carries presence. Connection. Shared being. We are here together, now, finding ways to express our wonder.

And that is everything.

Aloha.

The Transmission

Trust — all the right stuff.
Humanity gathers at a threshold, a shared moment of culmination and renewal. This is not a repeat of the past; it is consciousness revising the script from the inside out. What we hold in mind now matters more than ever. Thoughts are being refined in real time, and those aligned with clarity, compassion, and integrity naturally dissolve what no longer fits.

A shift is already underway—so profound it echoes through our systems, our structures, and our relationship with the Earth itself. Like tectonic movement, it exposes pressure points and releases what has become unstable or obsolete. What cannot adapt falls away. What is essential remains.

These changes are not punitive; they are corrective. They are part of a rebalancing. Move with awareness. Tread lightly. Participate consciously. The transformation is real, and it is unfolding for the good of the whole.

Not one iota—nothing is what it once appeared to be.
The curtain is closing on an old way of seeing and being. What’s gathering now is not a crowd in the streets, but an alignment in awareness—a convergence of individuals choosing to think differently, more coherently, more compassionately. No matter how chaotic the outer picture may look, it is the inner pattern that determines what changes.

Periods of transition often feel turbulent. Old assumptions break down. False hierarchies lose their grip. Thought systems built on dominance, fear, or self-interest begin to collapse under their own weight—not because they are attacked, but because they cannot sustain themselves. When order is rooted in narcissism, it contains no true structure. It fragments. It exhausts itself.

This is not a revolt; it is a correction. And it is happening first on the inner planes. The “riots” are internal—conflicting beliefs dissolving, outdated identities unraveling, manufactured narratives failing to hold. What was never coherent cannot endure clarity. In the light of awareness, it simply falls away.

Why now? Because the timing is right. Conditions align when readiness is reached. This shift was not forced—it was met. When enough people recognized the pattern, the pattern changed. Pre-set not as fate, but as potential waiting for consent.

A new day opens. Aloha—welcome breath, welcome presence, welcome return. The rainbow tribes are not conquerors; they are rememberers. They carry diversity, resonance, and shared origin. The skies are alive because perception has widened. Memory is reactivating.

Remember where you came from. You are part of the spectrum. This moment is about restoring innate capacities—listening again, sensing again, creating in harmony. Let the songs rise not as commands, but as recognition. Joy comes from reclaiming what was always yours: belonging, creativity, and a living relationship with the world.

The saints and philosophers were never rulers—they were signal-setters. Others felt it and quietly answered. Me too. That is how shifts actually happen. What lacks compassion cannot become collective. It dissolves naturally in daylight.

When the time arrives, things move, gently or swiftly, but always toward balance. And when it does, reality reshapes itself with surprising grace. The light was always the clue.

All is well. For those who are following along or just tuning in: You were there at the beginning. And you’re here now.

Aloha!