Hello, Dear Ones of Oneness.

Dancing Hands blessings on your high hearts as you open this with me today! 

It’s been only a week since Mom’s memorial. It’s been two days since we completed one of the most fascinating and glorious cycles of Expanded Quanta Circle. Yet, this is the first moment I’ve had to send you a note. Held in the love, I feel as if I’ve lived through multiverses of change. Is it a surprise to anyone that it felt as if I was holding my breath until I began the August Quanta Circles this past Thursday? Two of my kids, three of my siblings, several nieces and nephews, dozens of cousins, and a handful of friends have nearly daily been departing by car or from the various nearby airports this past week. I’m feeling extra blessed my eldest daughter, Ruby, is still here and bringing bonus fun—her dog Sky only arrived the same day Quanta began. (Yes, the irony of having Blue and Sky under my roof isn’t lost on me!) So much motion in these big wave emotions. There are so many layers of life after life because life never really stops, does it? It just expands. 

Since watching my mother take her last three breaths while my sister and I each held a hand, I also felt my own breath holding and then flowing along new and unknown paths. I put on the ring she wished me to have—a tiny circle of gold with a trinity of diamonds, and Source picked up my hands gently. I was reminded of one remarkable time I swam in the long, dark green, hot pond on the Big Island. Some here may recall this—The shortest edge was perpetually refreshed with impossibly blue and foamy-white ocean waves that crashed against the rocky seawall and spilled into the pond. In contrast, the long edge of the pond was bubbling at around 90 degrees, heated by underwater lava tubes of our active volcano, Kilauea.

Back then, the gift of the Dancing Hands was new. I’d returned to Hawai’i to share with the community at Kalani, a sacred place for dance that had given me great support and healing. And, as I’d done for years, I drove to and dove into the hot ponds for cleansing laps after the dances. Now, while I’d usually take at least six or seven breaths to swim the length, this time, I had no need or desire to come up for air until I reached the other side, quite a good distance. I was surprised. How could I have swum the long length in a single breath? It was more than two Olympic-sized pools long. It seemed, at least for that swim, that I was more water current than a woman. 

When I finally surfaced there was no gasp for air. My heart was smooth and beating as quietly as if I was simply floating and enjoying the cumulous clouds bobbing above. When I touched the volcanic wall and dropped my feet to the mossy shallows, wonder gave way to blessed clarity. Without effort—just the simple intention to enjoy swimming the length, I was not flowing or being ferried. I was the flow within the container of the pond. The pond was fed by new waves. The pond was heated by the center of the fiery core. There was no current in the pond, but somehow, I was part of all of it. It wasn’t the first time I’d been merged with the elementals to highlight a lesson that is still unfolding, but Source wanted me to remember the ability I/we all have and to trust the many ways the elemental energies will support us. I do recall saying, “So, is this the new way?” And I hear again today, “It’s actually the original way.”

I am here, but now dissolving in a flickering candle. We often speak in the Quanta Circles about all the magic that happens in the space between the known particles. So, here, now, I am light pulsing—illuminated information, dancing quickly within the mysterious G*dspace between you there and “me” here, simultaneously vivified and shaped by sacred breath. Much in the same way I am danced, I am feeling it all even more purely, having little time to “breathe” or not, what with Mom’s passing.

Participants were bathed in new sounds, new language, new information, and fresh waves of activations for deeper understanding these last few Quanta Circle Days. Again, it’s all afterglow and forever flow when we release to a focused and intentional allowing for the best and highest good of all our most sacred gifts to flourish. Many Masters danced up to the proverbial mic in the Quanta to speak their own blessings in Language of Love notes to all in attendance and the tears of Oneness are still keeping me in awe and gratitude.

Significant shifts are happening again—so much good, joy, new ways, and all important. Simultaneously soft and powerful. As Machy said between circles, “Magic is afoot.” The mysteries of the Creator and our co-creators are rising as more in these circles are doing the work, showing up not just to receive, but to open and utilize their gifts. These folks are realizing their sacred contract, their gracious import, and their potent impact. More, they understand now what we have all been charged to bring forward to this planet, to our galaxy, and to our universal renovation of love and light.

Here are a few things they shared:

“Last night, I was happy, confident, and playful. Today, I feel light and energized, ready to fearlessly tackle the life before me.”

“We are receiving gifts straight into our cells.”

“This Quanta’s common thread was SOUND. Oh, what a beautiful feeling it was when the sound was weaving through all of us. We all had new experiences, and as we danced together to the same flow and love, we all uniquely received exactly what we each needed.”

“Our first night was truly a FIRST, with the sound going out. But our connection to Source did not go out at all!! I am grateful that I could pull what I needed from my Source-filled toolbox that I have been slowly adding to since 2020 when we started Conversations with Source. Just like Jane said, ALL the information we have been given is in our cells. Jane reminded us that there are no single threads; we are all one, connected by love and light.”

You are heartily invited to join me for private sessions, our upcoming community event, and this month’s Expanded Quanta Circle.  

If you are in the United States, have a beautiful Labor Day celebrating all the goodness that happens when we band together with heart for the best and highest of one and all. And if you are outside of the US, thank you for your continued focus on the world coming back to the peace and serenity that is more than our universal birthright. It is our divine birthright. 

Love on!