Heyokah: A Whale of a Tale to Unravel the Veil and Release Ancient Memory from the DNA Trail

Written in prose, but read like a poem, this is a story of my own journey home, home to the Soul into which I have grown, while getting off the third dimensional merry-go-round, where fear of survival is the talk of the town, and the brain takes leave of the higher mind. We are all so much more than what we’ve been told, so many lies have we been sold, of all the abilities bright and bold, that lay within us like a life on hold. The power to create, the power to choose, the physics of spirit, a Soul unglued, beyond the veil of such limited view, where humans had fallen and now kneel at the pew, agreeing to stay like a frog in the stew. Separation from Source is like a disease, it feeds on the ignorance of what one truly needs, creating a fear and a deep urgency, to desperately search there, for what only lies here, with an outward stare for what lies concealed, within the heart, and within the mind, within the Soul, in frequencies higher, beyond duality and survival desire, beyond belief of a God for hire, beyond where science would deign aspire, into higher dimensions where we have all lived prior, where harmony and love are the towers of power, and peace is the passion at the top of the hour. You’ll get more detail as you follow along, though it flows in patterns that might ding your dong, as in not so familiar yet not right or wrong, just some Heyokah to brighten the song, with upside down humor to help it go down.