Dear Beautiful You!

Dematerialized by our recent journey, Alaska continues to wash through me even though my bones have been back in N. CA for a few days now. Trying to find my footing, I marvel over the shape of the delicate snowflake lighting on my fingertip, and in the next moment, I’m spindrift. I’m an eagle soaring. I’m otherworldly blue ice – crystalline stilled motion awaiting spring. I’m the ancestors’ ancient song reverberating from a secret buried in my throat – dancing prayers howling and echoing against the embrace of the massive rock sentinels. Do you want to know what it’s like to be Jane with this gift of “God Goggles?” Or of Source and Pura Vida dancing me to very specific places on the planet to tap in and share? This is a taste. Read on.

Still, not still, but crazily out of body after so many radically new experiences from this magical place that continue to split me wide open for Spirit’s transformative fires and so, now, again, I watch, feel, and listen as the embers shuffle within me, stoking new lessons in Life 101: Sinking into fresh sighs and deeper inhaling of the -7degree snowflakes branding their patterns on my lungs; watching our dog, Blue catch a scent and dart out of the ice cave and disappear around a massive iceberg to only-God-knows-where in this Yeti-loved land — trust, trust, trust – he’ll return; the sound of ice cracking beneath my boots with each step as daily we dare to explore every frozen shore; shaking giggles from the jar of my heart to the night as we slip out again and again from the cozy log cabin into the frigid cold where the ineffable creamy shimmying clouds give way to yet another mystical aurora borealis; veils of violet, green, pink, and red dancing through the stars, overhead, and into waking dreams even now. These veils don’t drop. They twist off my feeble “knowing,” elope together, and fly! I, Jane, am lost in the inner/outer vision, and it’s just… being with it – all of it. And it’s so much better than any movie or National Geographic TV special I watched as a child. It is all so much more beautiful than I’d ever imagined, and I imagined a lot.

Even the shock and awe to come upon a wounded moose yearling on her knees in the snow and all alone a few yards in front of me turned new tumblers in my head – worry as she struggled with what was clearly a broken leg yet succeeded in getting up to all 6′ of her height to face down the overly intent Husky DNA part of Blue. Instinct meet Instinct. Bears from my own Desolation Wilderness, I understand a bit. Moose from Alaska – even wounded yearlings – I’d been warned could be lethal, too, especially with a two-year-old dog who is hard-wired through millennia to hunt for delicious winter sustenance. While frozen in my tracks and unable at first to call out, when I finally found my voice, it was barely breath and stuttering. Finally, the ridiculous “Boos! Moose! Boos! Moose! Pu pu puleeeeease, Boosalah – Moose, Boos!” crackled through the air like a bad joke with no punchline, and all while a thirsty and bedraggled man simultaneously approached Boosalah for some drinking water out of view, behind the van because the man had underestimated how many miles it was on this long, snowy two-lane highway through the wilderness. When is the last time any of that happened? Uh, never? In Mad Magazine, maybe, but that would be a cartoon desert oasis, not snowy Alaska. “Dude, I need some water.” “Boos, Moose! Boos, Moose! Blue!” Incomprehensible overlays of the extraordinary wit of Source and sharing space with our fellow travelers on this very beautiful but wild alien plane. Blue came back with shock. I came back relieved. Boos shared his water. The man left quickly when Blue barked too closely, protecting me now from the two-legged stranger. And yes, there was a big ship, too, but that’s for another time. Oh, my goodness, friends – so many, many marvelous memories in such a magnificent state of awe-mazing!

Every day in Alaska, I set out not to merely take Blue for a walk but for us to seek adventure. Whether Boosalah was with us on rare days or off teaching his new students how to be safe, explore the extremes of Alaska, or rescue themselves from ice crevasses, Source connected Blue and me to trails of exciting escapades where we studied many of the same survival skills by exploring worlds previously unknown to me.

It wasn’t lost on me when I tried to unpack that everything that Boos was teaching had an equal metaphor in what I have been learning with Source – how to safely anchor one’s self in massive energy, the importance of strong ropes of connection, how essential it is to tie oneself to the most trustworthy team that has your back, your weight, your dreams for a safe and happy journey, especially when exploring glaciers of fresh experience that are thawing as we speak, what to do if you fall in a crevasse (physically, mentally, spiritually, or emotionally) and only you may rescue yourself, and when you find dancing light that you allow yourself to squeal in delight with your friends, hug and share the gift, and give thanks for the miraculous showing of the celestial energies in a perfect storm of confluence. I will never underestimate what it is like to hear so many speak of the dancing lights showing what happens when a perfect solar storm meets the electromagnetic field at the poles. Even Boosalah is pinching himself that he saw the best Northern Light show in 15 years. (And yes, we DO wish to return with a small group of intrepid adventurers in February 2024, so please write to jason@janesibbett.com if you’re interested to get on the list. This can only happen for an intimate group of those hearty enough to be able to hike in very cold weather with the proper equipment.)

So, yes, I’m back. Kind of. But it feels right to be in this space – to be in a perfectly wide-open heart to dance this week for the three-night arc of our March Quanta Circle. Each circle in the last year has grown with greater intensity of love and magnetic activation for the gifts emerging within all the participants, and now, again, I am eager to see what the dancing lights and glacial inspiration will bring to our circle after such a deep immersion of beauty. The adventure continues! I hope you can join us. And if you wish to see videos of our Alaskan Adventure, please head over to my personal Jane Sibbett Instagram page. You’ll see a handful of pictures in minute-long videos to give you a little better view. Please let us know what you think. Yes, we’d like to make longer ones, but life is full with so many planes spinning. 😉

Updates on more exciting news: You may have read in the early newsletter that my daughter, Violet, has also been helping us tremendously pull together all the Health & Peace Circles recorded and then transcribed by our dear friends Tani, Zanni, and Sue. Izme, too, has helped with the editing refinement, and this much-anticipated surprise for you all to join us in a new wave will be ready in just a few weeks! Please stay tuned and open up the new announcements with greater details coming very soon.

BIG THANKS once more to Boosalah for an epic adventure in his home state and beloved playground. In nearly every way, it was such an incredible journey, and I can’t wait to return with some of you. Thank you all again for your love as we thaw our winter’s light to give way to the spring of new beginnings and for cheering us on this spiritually expansive trip. I remain grateful and immensely touched by your comments, questions, stories, support, your own ongoing transformation, and the visions I see of our community coming together anew for greater health, peace, happiness, and fabulously strong support for a better, sweeter, heartier world.

2023 has spread her wings with great joy. Thanks for being here.

Blue Skies and Blessings,

Until the very next time… Peace and Blessed Be.