Dear Reader;
Under the soil the earth is calling calling to the seeds who sleep asters, poppies each will grow in time can you not feel them? Each will one day be queen and the beauty is they know it not and no one is Lord over the other...
Many of you know this story, but some do not.
In January, 2000, in the midst of a cold Canadian night, I was asleep with my journal next to my pillow. I had been reading Jung and kept the journal close to capture my dreams. I had a sense of the sound of geese calling from who knows where, as if in a winter fog. The morning light came, and there in my own handwriting were words scrawled on top of one another in the dark, pages of writing of which I had no memory, in a voice unfamiliar to me. Beautiful short lines, foreign and strange.
I have been a writer since the age of three, when my beloved grandmother helped me compose poetry on her Underwood typewriter. Growing up, I kept journals and wrote short stories constantly. In high school, I enrolled in as many Literature courses as they would allow, and then followed my idol, the great Canadian novelist Margaret Laurence, to Trent University, where I undertook an Honours degree in English Literature under her mentorship.
My first play was produced at Adelaide Court Theatre in Toronto, and my first novel was published when I was in my twenties by McClelland and Stewart, Canada’s premier literary publishing house. After marrying and birthing my babies, a second novel poured out of me, and a screenplay. I had been a writer through and through my whole life long, and yet I knew these words, which had arrived in a semi-sleep state overnight, had come from a source beyond me.
There is a place, a numinous place in between worlds. We touch it when we dream, we touch it when we drink the holy tea, or fall deep into a meditation of trust. We know it sometimes when we make love, and the experience of union transports us beyond the body, into pure ecstasy. In my sleep travels, I had entered this place, like Lucy climbing into a wardrobe or Dorothy falling into a land of talking scarecrows, lions, and tin men. I had discovered what it meant to drop in between worlds, and my pen recorded the conversation.
The morning after the writings appeared in my journal, I called my dear friend, Ildiko, the one person who might not think me mad. Fearless in her spiritual inquiry, she was immediately enthralled. While I was overwhelmed and confused, she announced that a test was in order to determine the source of the words.
Ildi proposed that she would ask a personal question about a topic unfamiliar to me, and I would hold the question in my consciousness as I went to sleep. I recall feeling slighted that she had kept secrets from me, but thankfully, she had indeed, and so a degree of objectivity was possible. The next morning, I awakened to find more pages of words. I stood in my bedroom by the light of the window and read them to her on the phone.
At first, there was silence, and then came the sound of sobbing. I asked what was wrong, and she said, You could not have written these things you have just read to me. I have never told you about this, and there is no way you could have known. So to hear this answer now, I realize I have been heard, and without a doubt, I am not alone. We are not alone.
In the days ahead, I moved through many stages of my own resistance and fear. Initially, I felt violated, as if some unseen force was using me without my consent. And then I, too, discovered trust and surrendered to the experience. Almost overnight, the meaning, the fragrance within the words began to make sense to me. I could even read the words I had written overtop of other words in the dark. I knew that my writing and my world would never be the same.
Today’s chapter speaks the words of the very first transmission, The Gathering. As I read it now, decades later, I see that these simple phrases summarize so much of the universal teachings to come.
While most of the scribbles that emerged through my pen seemed to be in English, I came to understand that these writings spoke with a kind of language of their own. Their frequency would penetrate so much more deeply than the mechanics of the words. Their power existed beyond ink on paper. A presence had come to whisper in my ears as I slept, using me as a conduit between the etheric and the waking world.
As much as I resisted this idea - and I did, for years - I began to realize that it was my soul’s path in this life to surrender and do my best to explore what had been given to me. It took time, but I came to realize that these writings were not just for me. I was their custodian, their student, and their translator.
They were a language meant for the heart of the world.
Since that first night, I have received thousands of transmissions for individuals and organizations all over the world. I have hosted countless Salons where they have been read aloud, lived and shared, using their teachings as a fundamental part of the curriculum in my cellular healing work.
I have asked for answers to every question you could imagine, always finding the guidance to be loving and wise. I have assisted communications from the deceased, from non-verbal stroke victims to their families, from unborn children to their mothers, from one lover’s broken heart to another.
I have witnessed the most beautiful, powerful responses to this received wisdom in action over and over again. Workshops where individuals melted into tears upon speaking just a few words aloud. Presentations where individuals in the audience reported spontaneous healing of physical ailments.
“To me, each transmission feels like a breathing being, so alive, touching upon the essence of what moves us. They masterfully release their magic and beauty over time. Like a treasure I go back to over and over again, encapsulating intimate, deeply personal pearls of wisdom and universal truths. They reach far beyond time and space, they actualize and distill. They surprise each time I read them, as they pull away the many veils that cover our perception. To me they became lifelines in dire situations, inspiration in my creative process and givers of trust and love in the experience of birth, death and life in between. I have never found such profound communications anywhere else.” ~ a reader
While I was moved and humbled by the experience of offering personal guidance to individuals, over the years, my focus moved away from the personal to the collective. I wanted to learn about what it meant to be human, and to be alive in such incredible times. I wanted to expand the reach of these frequencies from serving one to serving many.
A quarter of a century since this all began, I am thrilled that DEAR HUMAN CHILD, the first volume in a series of collected transmissions, has been born to the world. The softcover is now available wherever books are sold online, and the special edition hardcover arrived this past week, a few boxes to my door in Toronto, and many more to my US distributor, Porchlight Books.
We await the delivery of the companion card deck, and then these will be shipped to Kickstarter backers, and soon be available for purchase at www.worldwithoutfear.org.
What a journey it has been, and yet in many ways, we have only just begun. I have learned so much, but above all, recognized how little I know. I have lost faith many times, yet now my faith is stronger than it has ever been.
The Gathering, a short poem, cryptic and wise, laid a path for my life and granted me a legacy to share. I am filled with gratitude to those who have listened to the words of the transmissions and dared to understand them, to help me see them as a gift to the world.
You forgive me?
asks God with a smile
There are whole civilizations
who cannot
and to them
I say
be as this child
her arms full of sticks
whispering
madness
Lie under
the snow blanket
and wait
the promise is made
your turn will come
Out of the dark
and frozen ground
Believe only in
the seed
Only two chapters of the Audio Series remain to be sent out to my beloved Founding Members and Kickstarter backers before the end of this month. This week, as a special gift, I also share this full chapter with all my subscribers, inviting you to claim the whole series, to more deeply understand the times we are in of such a profound and collective Shift, and to have them in your pocket, whispering in your year, so you may feeled held and seen, for years to come.
much love, Adi
