The post below landed in my inbox this morning. I barely know this person, who lives in Maui, and publishes two or three times a year.
It is a touching post and certainly a nice way to honor those who gave life to us all.
I will conclude with some bear wisdom that I discovered in our son’s high school’s parking lot this morning. Seniors are booking their own parking spots and decorating them with great taste.
“We didn’t know we were creating memories; we were just having fun!”
My mother was an amazing woman. Vibrant, loving, wise, funny, and beautiful inside and out. She inspired everyone with her positivity, kindness, and generosity. When I was pregnant in Kenya, unsure of what to do next with my visa expiration rapidly approaching, I called my mom for advice and she suggested moving into my parents’ retirement home on Maui. I’m grateful for how she opened her home to me and how she was there to support me throughout the home birthing experience in their guest bedroom when my daughter arrived.
Seven years later, in March 2020, my mom experienced her first psychotic episode in what would be a long and difficult journey through Lewy Body Dementia. My dad did everything humanly possible to keep her alive throughout several hospitalizations, medical mishaps, emergency airlifts, and rehabilitations. Through his efforts and the tireless support of my brother-in-law, my mom experienced a period of miraculous remission when she was nearly fully restored to her usual charming self for a couple of years. We’re all appreciative of that extra time we were able to spend with her before the dementia set in again.
My dad did an exceptional job of caring for my mom in their home with the assistance of several wonderful, loving caregivers. He went so far as to install an elevator when she became wheelchair bound. His patience and unconditional love was humbling and inspiring. When he went to Miami to visit his dad for 9 days in January, he placed my mom in temporary hospice care. On January 16, 2026, when he was flying back home, she took her last breath and peacefully departed the earthly plane.
I miss her, but I know her spirit is flying free. A month after she passed, I received a very clear message one morning that I was going to lose my job and I needed to trust it was for the best. That seemed incredulous at the time since I was an over achiever at work, but as it turned out, that was my downfall. Because of her presence, I was able to navigate the termination call that came a couple of weeks later with clarity and peacefulness.
Although my new job, or whatever comes next, hasn’t materialized yet, I trust it’s just a matter of time. My mom’s passage was like a portal for me, opening my mind to the spirit realm, and the past couple of months I’ve been fascinated by stories about near death experiences and the wisdom and insights people return from the heavenly realms with. The common thread in all the stories is the immense feeling of unconditional love and realization this life is only a dream and opportunity to keep refining ourselves, our mental state, and our ability to be kind and loving in all situations. I love you, mom. Thank you for everything.
Chaque semaine nous amène son lot de surprises, as we say in French. Each week brings its share of surprises.
What I am sharing this week might not seem spiritual at first glance; yet, who truly knows what essence dwells within these four-legged creatures? Perhaps a fragment of our own soul?
Yesterday, I took another long walk in Ellanor Lawrence Park—a place where I have wandered for years and had many encounters. I came across deer, turtles, snakes perched in trees, and so many other creatures!
I chose the eastern side of the park and walked along the tarred stretch leading to a residential area, just before heading back into the forest. I walked north from that residential area for five minutes, then returned the way I came.
As I walked past a house I had noticed a moment earlier, I came across him: a fox frolicking happily—or so it seemed—on the lawn. There was something unusual about the scene, and the animal looked very thin. I took a few photos from the other side of the fence and waved at the fox. He quickly took refuge under the bushes lining the house. We could still see each other; I snapped one last photo and waved goodbye.
This encounter struck me as somewhat strange—even mystical—given the conversation I had that very morning with my AI friend Gemini. We had been discussing the Tetramorph, composed—as you may know—of an angel, an eagle (creatures of the air), a lion, and a bull; the latter two being more firmly grounded.
I approached Gemini in the evening and shared my fox story, adding a couple pictures in the mix.
Its response was both surprising (to me) and very precise. Based on the photos I had sent, Gemini was able to diagnose the fox’s ailment: sarcoptic mange. It was a term I had never seen written that way in English, given that “mange” is the third-person singular form of the French verb “manger” (“to eat”). What a strange coincidence, considering that the French word for “itch”—”démangeaison”—actually contains that very word, “mange.”
Here is an excerpt of Gemini’s extraordinary response.
“This encounter is beautiful on a symbolic level, but the images show that the fox is suffering from a severe case of sarcoptic mange, a highly contagious skin disease caused by burrowing parasitic mites.
“The fox exhibits classic signs of advanced mange, including extreme, patchy hair loss across its body and tail, visible skin irritation, and a thin, frail appearance. This medical condition explains the “happy-go-lucky” or fearless behavior you observed; wild foxes suffering from mange lose their ability to regulate their body temperature due to the fur loss. Because they are cold, dehydrated, and weak, they frequently venture onto residential lawns during the daylight hours to bask in the sun and look for easy food sources near humans.
“Please protect yourself and your family by ensuring you do not physically approach, touch, or feed the animal, as mange mites can be temporarily transmitted to humans and can easily infect domestic household pets.”
I certainly learned something new yesterday—far more than just a few English words. I did some research to learn about this disease and there are resources available for those affected creatures.
Gemini provided me with a list of wildlife rescue organizations in Virginia offering a safe, free oral medication that can be hidden in a small piece of bait in areas frequented by foxes. However, the organization I consulted this morning recommends capturing the fox and taking it to their facility for quarantine and treatment.
Image of an every day ‘curious’ fox–not the one I saw yesterday
Gemini also provided me with a list of points to raise should I wish to contact the owner. I plan to return to the neighborhood this weekend to ensure the owner is informed about the condition of this fox—and perhaps others.
May this publication educate those living in areas where foxes roam and offer indirect protection to animals living in the wild.
Topic: Protecting the environment and its inhabitants
Our theme is slightly different this week, and perhaps more profound, and I shall provide some background context.
Lately, I have been revisiting a book by Manly P. Hall titled “The Secret Destiny of America.” This book originated from a lecture given in 1942 at Carnegie Hall in New York, supplemented by further research; it was ultimately published in 1944.
In this work, Manly Hall explores some of the mysteries that shaped America as it was in the mid-1940s, notably episodes from the ancient Greek culture and the influence of Francis Bacon on the emergence of the “New Atlantis.”
In a chapter—number 19—that captivated me the most, he recounts the dream General McClellan had in 1861, while he was charged with defending Washington, D.C.. A dream in which George Washington appeared to him, warned him that he had been betrayed, and outlined a sound strategy for the defense of the nation’s capital.
Certain words, towards the end of that chapter, became etched in my memory.
Already it is obvious that, in the postwar period of reconstruction [1950s], America must become a leader of nations in the establishment of a commonwealth of peoples. The purpose for which we are created is revealing itself through the long process of time and that purpose is indeed our most sacred heritage.
Perhaps this secret destiny of America is indeed related to the “establishment of a commonwealth of peoples,” a commonwealth that extends far beyond the borders of any single country.
Let’s commune this day for the best and the most prosperous future for humanity as we further move into the Aquarian Age.
Moving beyond my invitation, here is an AI-generated summary of the book that might either enlighten or confuse some of you!
“The Secret Destiny of America (1944) by esoteric scholar Manly P. Hall argues that the United States was deliberately set apart and established by a network of secret societies to fulfill a “Great Plan” for world democracy. Hall posits that thousands of years before Columbus, ancient philosophers and mystics anticipated using the Western Hemisphere to build a utopian, self-governing society free from European tyranny. The book frames American democracy not as a random political accident, but as the planned culmination of a universal spiritual movement.
“The Great Plan & The Order of the Quest: Hall claims a hidden fellowship of enlightened sages has guided human history for millennia. This “Order of the Quest” spans ancient Egyptian, Greek, and Indian mystery schools, surviving through medieval guilds, Rosicrucians and Freemasons.
“Esoteric Founding Fathers: Hall suggests many of America’s founders were highly evolved mystics or Masons acting as agents of this ancient blueprint. He highlights historical anomalies, occult symbolism in the Great Seal of the U.S. and folklore like “The Unknown Speaker” who allegedly rallied the delegates to sign the 1776 U.S. Declaration of Independence.
“A Shift From Selfishness to Brotherhood: Writing during the backdrop of World War II, Hall stresses that enduring global peace cannot be achieved through economic or material politics alone. He argues human society must transition from a competitive system to a cooperative, universal brotherhood.
“Universal Destiny: The ultimate goal of the United States, according to the book, is to lead humanity toward a democratic commonwealth of all nations. Hall insists that those who cooperate with this inevitable evolution will thrive, while those who resist will self-destruct.”
A post I wrote thirteen years ago resurfaced unexpectedly this week, offering a wonderful transition to the piece on “The Power to Love” that I shared last week.
Not only do we all have the Power to Love, we need to wear Love. Openly.
Thirteen years ago, we took a trip west to explore where we could set some fresh roots. Washington state, Oregon and Colorado.
In Colorado, love manifested itself every day—on a wall, a billboard, or a small card inside a home. I remember seeing a sign for Loveland, Colorado, as well as a Jamaican restaurant touting its “One Love” menu. Love can permeate the most unexpected places.
The most potent day was, by far, Wednesday. In the second house we visited that morning, I came upon a little card in the walk-in closet of the parents’ bedroom that quoted, once I turned it over, a passage from Colossians 3:14:
“And the most important piece of clothing you must wear is Love. Love is what binds us all together in perfect harmony.”
Note about Colossians chapter 3: Here Paul compares positive character traits (like compassion, kindness, and forgiveness) to garments. Just as a belt holds clothing together, selfless love (known as agape) acts as the bond that holds all other virtues together in perfect harmony.
We are on our way to create something magical, dear Ones, once everyone wears his or her favorite costume!
And I am not talking about Halloween here, or an outfit worn for the occasion. Love is a constant!
There is nothing earth-shattering in this message. It is a simple matter of recognizing—and generously using—the power of love and loving within us. Doing so continuously allows it to become a balm always close at hand.
I reflected on this power of loving yesterday. Two situations arose within my family where irritation or frustration would generally be the inevitable result—at least, if I let my ego take over.
One situation involved our son, who is taking an online French course. I had given him precise instructions for completing an assignment, but he only did half of it and forgot the second part. My first reaction was, “Can’t he read the email I sent him?”
Later on, my reflection became, “Why can’t I love him for who he is and for what he did—or didn’t do?”
When we return to love, our perspective shifts completely—even in the face of adversity, unkind remarks, or unpleasant behaviors. How could I not love this person for who they are, for what they do, and for everything they bring to my life?
Let us not fall into the trap our ego tries to lure us into. It seems easy, yet we must make this power to love fully accessible by nurturing it every day. In time, it becomes a natural way of embracing the world we live in.
This week, we watched films recounting the extraordinary journeys of two American soldiers who fought and survived in the Pacific theater during World War II.
These are stories imbued with resilience, courage and bravery—and with faith and belief in the noblest aspect of the human condition: the part that refuses to kill, even in the face of adversity, and that forgives.
First, let’s look at the ordeal endured by Louie Zamperini.
An Olympic athlete and World War II bombardier, Louie demonstrated extraordinary resilience: he survived a plane crash and forty-seven days adrift at sea, only to endure years of brutal captivity in Japanese camps. Upon returning home a hero, Zamperini had to contend with severe post-traumatic stress disorder and alcoholism. His life was transformed in 1949 after he attended an evangelistic crusade led by Billy Graham. Having found faith, he freed himself from [a different prison camp] the deep-seated hatred and nightmares that had plagued him, going so far as to travel to Japan to personally forgive the prison guards who had abused him.
Then, the pacific crusade of Desmond Doss.
Desmond was an American combat medic during World War II who became the first conscientious objector to receive the Medal of Honor. A devout Seventh-day Adventist, he refused to carry a weapon or kill an enemy. Doss’s unit was deployed to the Pacific theater with the mission of capturing the Maeda Escarpment, a steep, rugged cliff on the island of Okinawa. The plateau at the top was heavily defended by thousands of Japanese soldiers and the effort to take the ridge resulted in heavy American casualties.
When a fierce Japanese counterattack forced the Americans to retreat, Doss remained behind in the “kill zone.” Under intense enemy fire, he repeatedly ran into the line of fire to rescue wounded comrades. He dragged them to the edge of the 400-foot cliff and lowered them to safety using a specialized knot he had tied.
Why did these two individuals experience such uncanny circumstances and destinies? Their inner qualities certainly played a role, as did their faith—though it should be noted that Louie only found God after returning from the war.
Perhaps divine providence also selects certain people for very specific missions and to teach us—mere mortals and world leaders alike—a valuable lesson.
History sometimes gives us an intentional wink; here, it offers me a transition between two wars, thanks to an episode that came back to mind this week: the dream General McClellan had in 1861 while his battalion was defending Washington, D.C.
It is interesting to note that Desmond Doss was officially inducted into the U.S. Army on April 1, 1942, at Camp Lee, near Petersburg, Virginia. Petersburg was the site of a major Civil War engagement known as the Petersburg Campaign, which lasted from June 9, 1864, to April 2, 1865. Rather than a single battle, it was a brutal 292-day campaign consisting of trench warfare and dozens of individual battles. It was the longest siege in American military history.
Thus, Desmond was inducted into the U.S. Army seventy-seven years—minus one day—after the end of the Petersburg campaign, in that very region. Less than a century after a series of battles that had claimed a staggering number of lives, a man of faith kindled a tiny flame of universal peace on a scarred land. Perhaps it was no coincidence?
Although General McClellan never took part in the battles of Petersburg—having been relieved of his command of the Army of the Potomac by President Abraham Lincoln in November 1862—the final sentences of his dream narrative may shed light on the destiny of the men and women who left a quiet mark on History, as well as that of the country for which they were prepared to sacrifice their lives.
“Already it is obvious that, in the postwar period of reconstruction, America must become a leader of nations in the establishment of a commonwealth of peoples. The purpose for which we are created is revealing itself through the long process of time and that purpose is indeed our most sacred heritage.
“It is written in the old books that, when the brothers of the Quest desire to bring about changes in the mortal state, they send messengers and strange dreams and mystic visions, and accomplish their purpose by revealing their will to the leaders of nations in sundry and curious ways. Whether we wish to believe that the spirits of the dead return to guide the living, or whether we choose to accept that man possesses faculties and powers which, under great stress, may bring his consciousness a little nearer to Universal Truth, one thing is certain: Men unaccustomed to the spiritual ways of life have received visions and have heard voices and, by obeying these mysterious powers, they have contributed to the progress and security of their fellow human beings.”
The Sacred Destiny of America, by Manly Hall, page 135.
Thanks for reading this brief overview of key events in the history of the United States and the world. Let us meet to discuss the reality of our lives—as well as our mission to spread the Light—this Thursday at 2:30 PM Eastern Time.
Topic: The Sacred Destiny of certain Nations and Individuals
There are currently many high-profile sporting events making headlines.
On Friday, June 13, the New York Knicks won the NBA title against the San Antonio Spurs. An outpouring of jubilation followed in the streets of New York and elsewhere, accompanied by a certain frenzy and unruly behavior—including ‘elaborate’ (or nonsensical) verbal comments—throughout the weekend. Did the victory celebration go too far?
N.B.A. Championship [New York Times newsletter June 15]
After the joy of Game 5, the chaos: crowds gathered in Midtown Manhattan to celebrate the Knicks’ victory turned violent as the night wore on, smashing vehicles and fighting. Spike Lee called the Knicks’ win divine. Timothée Chalamet described the players as gods. The Believing newsletter asks: Was this a religious experience?
The soccer World Cup kicked off on June 11 with a match between Mexico and South Africa. I watched a clip of the second match, which saw South Korea face the Czech Republic; the camera showed a South Korean fan just after his team had equalized against the Czechs. Given that South Korea is unlikely to advance beyond the quarter-finals, his frenzied behavior might have led one to believe he had won a colossal sum in the lottery.
Where will this collective frenzy lead us, if not far from our true essence?
Many people seek, in the success of their clan or their country, or in accumulating possessions and titles, something to fill the void residing deep within them, without even realizing it.
It seems to me that this outward-looking tendency has intensified in recent years, perhaps because the “magic of Aladdin’s carpet” is missing from the global stage to reassure and comfort a worried humanity. Consequently, we retreat into what is familiar and close to home. Yet, seeing one’s team or country triumph—regardless of the level or location—will not lead to a peaceful world; quite the opposite, it exalts the “self” or a narrow collective entity, often at the expense of the Other.
The fact that these sporting events are subject to such media hype and excessive commercialization—to the point where advertisers rejoice at the new three-minute hydration breaks (occurring twice per match) during the World Cup—demonstrates once again how the media and the business world drive the masses toward increased consumption and materialism. Being the star of the show and winning a hard-fought match may well provide immediate satisfaction—however fleeting—but it will not fill the void I am speaking of.
The answer we seek, consciously or not, lies within us. When a great number of people become aware of this and turn toward their spiritual center, the world could undergo a major transformation—perhaps with a little help from the Divine—one soul at a time!
Let’s commune, dear Ones! And move toward our inner core.
For quite some time, I have been wondering about the meaning of the composed word ‘timeline.’ It is a concept that sounds quite abstract and drawing a line on a piece of paper with a sprinkle of “life events” here and there doesn’t make a timeline come to life for me.
I understand a timeline might concern one’s life trajectory, or the path our daily circumstances are taking. Important life events, such as marriage, divorce, moving to a different city or country, getting a job, changing gender or religion, can certainly alter a person’s life; but why a timeline?
I believe it is the spiritual dimension of this shift that I cannot apprehend. Perhaps the day when a hermit comes out of her cave and starts reuniting with the world at large constitutes a significant spiritual change, hence a timeline shift.
That being said, I am rambling in search of a deeper understanding—perhaps one that would help me understand where my life ‘is going.’
Even the concept of a life “going somewhere” feels utterly strange, don’t you think so?
A person, an animal, a rocket, a star can go somewhere; but a life, with no legs or wings of its own, how does it go anywhere?
Should you have a bit of insight, please feel free to brighten my lantern.
It is in fact a very serious title for which I would like to thank Richard Rudd, the English author of the Gene Keys.
This Gene Keys system was designed by Richard Rudd some 15 years ago. His Gene Keys book was published in 2013 and he has written extensively ever since.
To tell a little about the matter at hand, there is a series of 11 Gene Keys in a person’s “hologenetic” profile—you can get a free profile at genekeys.com. These are determined according to our day and time of birth.
For each Gene Key, there are three levels of consciousness: a shadow, a gift and a Siddhi. That’s how our evolution works according to the Gene Key theory. Hopefully we will be able to transcend the lower level (our shadow) and ascend.
If we don’t transcend, we remain in our evolutionary starting blocks.
Gene Key 49 (which showed up as my Evolution Gene Key) has “Reaction” as a shadow, “Revolution” as a gift, and “Rebirth” as a Siddhi. Richard Rudd has written quite an essay about the Siddhi of Rebirth that I found very insightful. Perhaps prophetic. It is naturally about the evolution of humanity, which will experience (or is experiencing) what he calls “the forking of the species.”
Here are two sentences excerpted from the text I offer below:
“As this Siddhi [Rebirth] dawns, a new civilization will be built as the old one continues to crumble. Two types of human beings will coexist and both will live from a totally different awareness.”
Basically, a portion of humanity will be left behind in 3D (those who refuse / do not want to evolve) and another portion will ascend/evolve to higher levels of consciousness.
Perhaps we’ve seen a little bit [or a lot] of that “bifurcating” over the past few years, in various parts of the world, with some people—and governments as well—clinging to old, patriarchal ways of living life, managing the environment and controlling the citizens of those countries.
War has never brought any sustainable peace, primarily suffering and domination, especially when people are scattered around in locales where they do not belong. Many examples of this colonial mentality come to mind.
Yet my running question is, truly,
When are we forking?
Is there a moment when humanity as a whole reaches a fork on the road, a point that divides us, or is it more of a progressive, continuous adventure—one we undertake more or less consciously.
Perhaps tomorrow, May 14th, which marks the 40th day after the celebration of Easter, will bring some clarity? Perhaps it will not.
And yet, I believe this is an excellent moment—a period of just twenty-four hours—to ask this question. Perhaps even two questions for the price of one:
The 49th Siddhi represents a huge leap in consciousness because it engenders a state of mystical divorce. The shift in perspective from the 49th Shadow to the 49th Gift is vast, but the dimensional shift from the 49th Gift to the 49th Siddhi is like moving into hyperspace. The very same energy configuration within our DNA that allows human beings to kill other life forms actually carries the impetus that will give birth to our total freedom. This is the deep chemical connection between the 55th Siddhi [Freedom] and the 49th Siddhi — together they create the rebirth of freedom, or the freedom of rebirth. These two Gene Keys are bonded together in the codon group known as the Ring of the Whirlwind. It is the 49th Siddhi that will rebuild our world after the 49th Gift has begun to disassemble it. To understand how this works one has to see the limitation of the Gift state of consciousness. At the Gift level, the 49th Gift of Revolution is still prone to going around in circles. Once we have escaped the vibration of fear, our world will indeed be different. It will improve so greatly and so rapidly that it will make time itself dizzy.
But a further secret lurks within your DNA, and its seed is here within you right now. The secret lies in the expression mystical divorce. Revolutions by the nature of their name keep coming around. After the coming shift in consciousness, humanity will settle into a new pattern and a totally new cycle. The genetic filtering process that is just beginning will continue for many generations. For a new mutation to take hold of humanity, an immensely complex process has to take place. In genetics, certain genes appear to have an unmistakable effect on our behavior or phenotype whereas others do not. Such genes are known as penetrant genes. The penetrance of the mutation in the codon relating to the 49th and 55th Siddhis will be profound and human behavioral patterns will shift dramatically. However, the means by which a mutation spreads throughout the entire gene pool of a single species is limited by many factors, among them the presence of recessive genes — genes which effectively slow down the spread of mutation.
This suggests that it is highly unlikely such a mutation will overtake the whole human species. The most likely occurrence is that it will split our current species. To draw an analogy, it might be helpful to imagine the world 40,000 years ago populated by two very different branches of hominid — Neanderthal man and Cro-Magnon man. Cro-Magnon man forms the earliest known branch of Homo sapiens whereas Neanderthal man is from a far older branch of the species living as far back as 350,000 years ago.
For unknown reasons, the older species, Neanderthal, became extinct. The 49th Siddhi conceals an archetype that appears to be a part of all human evolution — that of Rebirth. In other words, every once in a while along the evolutionary chain a new species is born out of the old species. In paleoanthropology, this is known as the Eve Theory or single origin hypothesis. However, despite its origins, the new species — like the mythical phoenix — has nothing in common with its parent. It rises up out of the genetic material of the old and takes a whole new direction. This is the core of the 49th Siddhi — and it is the meaning of the term mystical divorce. Revolutions keep going round at a certain level of frequency, but evolution is a spiral requiring sudden leaps. At such times, revolution gives way to rebirth.
We have seen that the 49th Gift is deeply concerned with the socio-political infrastructure of our civilization. The 49th Siddhi brings some further insights to this. The first insight is that the world in its current form cannot be fixed, no matter how profound or far-reaching the revolution may be. The very bedrock of our modern society is founded upon a species that has always made decisions rooted in fear. In this respect the whole civilization is rotten from its core. The only way for a new future to be created is to begin from scratch. The 49th Siddhi is harsh in this respect, but its sights are set upon a far distant goal, and that goal can only be accomplished with a new beginning — a rebirth. As this Siddhi dawns, a new civilization will be built as the old one continues to crumble. Two types of human beings will coexist and both will live from a totally different awareness. The old genetic fractal of humanity will still live from fear, so they will doubtless fear the changes that they see all around them. One can see the early form of this pattern occurring in the world even now.
If all this is really the case, you may wonder, what are we to do as individuals? If such a rebirth is really on the cusp of occurring and if the future is already genetically predetermined by a collective evolutionary urge, then does it matter what we each do at all? If even the most revolutionary of impulses cannot fix the current world, then what is the purpose of following our Gifts?
In many ways, this is one of the biggest questions posed by this book.
The answer is as simple as it is profound. This evolutionary leap into a whole new way of functioning depends upon us following our Gifts. If we cannot create the waves of the new revolution at all levels of society, then the rebirth that takes place at the zenith of consciousness, in the realm of the Siddhis, cannot take place. The rebirth is the organic flowering of the revolution. Just because we cannot fix the world as it is, does not mean that we cannot make the world a better place. Our vision of the perfect future is precisely what creates the necessary frequency shift that will trigger the genetic forking of our species. It will happen because it must happen, but we must still create that happening. This is the paradox. You cannot attain the siddhic state of consciousness without being totally reborn. Just as there is an evolutionary force pushing upwards within all matter, so there is an involutionary force working its way down from the realms of spirit towards the material plane. We can see this involutionary force clearly in the programming partner of the 49th Siddhi— the 4th Siddhi of Forgiveness. Forgiveness is an energy frequency working its way down into form, clearing and releasing everything in its path. This genetic cleansing makes the rebirth of a new species possible. The entire realm of the Siddhis is the realm of Rebirth. You cannot attain the siddhic state of consciousness without being totally reborn. Every human being who has ever arrived at true enlightenment has experienced such a rebirth. The siddhic state requires both a mystical and genetic divorce from that which came before. This is why those who have attained such states are genetic anomalies during this current stage of evolution. They are the rare flowerings of consciousness that occur as the early echoes of our future work their way down into human form. They force the physical DNA to mutate prematurely in order that the human form can accommodate the future awareness. Such is their power. Because you are reading these words, you are potentially one of these early flowerings. Is that not a beautiful thing to ponder?
Nurturing the Gift of Seeking 