I personally feel the Schumann resonance is one of the symptoms of the energetic changes. I definitely noticed Easter, lol. My dad's higher self orchestrated a violent motorcycle accident for himself a few days before that, and I spent Easter in the hospital with him. He had surgery that day. During his surgery, he astral-projected and caught all the places he missed while on vacation in Thailand a couple weeks before. He came out of anesthesia and told my brother and I about all the places he had gone, and described them like a poet or novelist would. I didn't think to record it. He doesn't remember a bit of it now. Totally kicking myself.
Easter was a beautiful day, peaceful, like the world was glowing somehow. At first I attributed that to a really potent energetic cleansing I had done of the hospital from home before going over that day. Later I saw the Schumann and realized it wasn't just me.
I really noticed it because of the contrast, I think. A couple of days before, the day of the accident, I had my first in-the-flesh encounter (at least that I am aware of) with a negative adept, and the energies in the hospital had been pretty dark ever since.
When I got the call about the accident, I immediately dropped down and sent as much healing energy as I could to him, bathing him in light and doing what I could to set up healing protections around him. That might have been a mistake, because I think I might have alerted something.
When my wife and I got to the emergency room, we were just preceded by a priest, who turned out of a hall in front of us and walked straight to my father's emergency ward, just a few steps in front of us, without looking back. He entered ahead of the nurse leading us, then turned and smiled at us as we entered. I didn't notice much about it at the time, being a bit distracted by my first sight of my trussed up father, overwhelmed by the sights and smells of what happens to a person riding a motorcycle when a car hits them. My father was conscious, though incredibly disoriented (time was moving VERY slowly for him, minutes feeling like hours). But he was alive and there, and obviously going to recover.
I was relieved, but something strange began to happen while I was reassuring my dad. It was like the world began to contract in around me, like how they describe it when a fighter pilot blacks out from turning too hard. I broke out into a massive sweat, just drenched within seconds. I could still talk and was trying to say I'd just lie down there (on the ER floor???). My wife saw it happening thankfully and grabbed a nurse, who led me back out to the waiting room to sit down and get some water.
Now I have generalized anxiety disorder, a very thorough case of it, lol, so I've studied what a panic attack feels like in exquisite detail. This wasn't that, it was something different in just about every way. I had a similar experience one other time several years ago, a sort of mental collapse into myself that happened once while my wife and I were out shopping. I had no explanation for it at the time, but the effects were devastating. As it became clear that something was really wrong with me on this first occasion, I told her I thought I was having some kind of panic attack that was dramatically worse than anything I'd felt and we had to leave. I made it to the car, and rode part of the way in the passenger seat, but finally had to crawl back into the back seat, where I huddled in a fetal position and drenched the back of the car in sweat. I finally made it to bed, shivering so violently it hurt, thoroughly drenched the bedclothes, but thankfully passed the f%*k out. I awoke a couple hours later, still soaked through, but more or less back to normal, nothing a hot shower and dry clothes didn't fix.
So I recognized this feeling when it happened again in the hospital. But strangely, this time it was over much, much faster. As soon as I was led from the emergency room, in fact, I started to feel better. After a couple minutes sitting in a comfy chair nursing an ice water, I was fine. Still didn't understand what had happened to me at the time, but I dried myself off, shrugged off the experience and went right back into the ER.
That's the first time things got weird. When I came back in, the priest was bent over speaking to my father. But as he saw me come in, back on my feet and obviously fine, he stood bolt upright and looked at me a little wide-eyed. He just quit talking mid sentence, smiled awkwardly, backed away, and left. It registered as weird, but I was immediately too busy talking to my dad again to really process it.
It wasn't until a couple days later that I remembered this incident and I asked my wife about him, what he had said to them while I was gone. She said it hadn't amounted to much (my dad has a healthy disrespect for organized religion, so was smartassing the guy even in his rather wrecked state), especially since I came right back and he left so suddenly. But then she said something that stopped me cold. She added that he had seemed like an ordinary collared catholic priest, except for his weird, definitely unorthodox necklace. It was a tiny black leather bag with silver spiral designs traced on it that hung around his neck on a black leather thong. Suddenly that seemed very sinister, as did the only other time we saw him that day.
At one point while they were doing something gruesome to my father, they made us leave his room and stand in the common area outside. We were at the end of a short hall area with four emergency room wards off of it. They rolled in a patient on an ambulance gurney, a middle-aged man who was strapped down. We didn't think much of it, but after a few minutes a disturbance started.
The patient on the gurney was starting to freak out, yelling, cursing at the orderlies who were attending to him. There was a cop present, and we realized this poor guy was in legal trouble on top of being in physical distress. Chaos sort of descended there, thirty feet from us, with us cornered in the area right with it all going down. A head nurse saw us and raced over, first trying to shove us back in my dad's room, but when the doctors in there were like "oh God don't let them in here!!" she turned us around and hustled us right past the disturbance and out of there. We dodged a few more cops racing in as we were hustled out, and I turned to catch one last glimpse as we rounded a corner.
It was a scene of chaos, orderlies hovering carefully out of range of a gurney with a violent injured person strapped to it, cops racing over to subdue him while a big male nurse held up a syringe and squirted sedatives into the air. All of that made sense. But there, in the midst, was one really incongruous image. That damn priest in his black suit and collar was standing five feet away from the gurney, his hands clasped in front of him, motionless, ignoring the chaos around him and staring intently down at the head of the raging man, a weird smile on his face that pisses me off just remembering it. He was the eye of that storm, and no one seemed to care, not the cops, not the nurses, not the orderlies, not the patient who was screaming violent threats at everyone else...
He was gone fifteen minutes later when they let us back in. The patient was still strapped down, silently sleeping off his sedative. We never saw the priest again.
With everything else we were dealing with, it took me a couple days to put the pieces together, to realize what an anomaly the priest represented in the whole experience. So it wasn't until the night before Easter that I finally thought to ask my wife what had happened with him while I was out of the room. That's when she told me about his amulet and the weird vibe she got from it. (She had been pretty skeptical about the rabbit hole we've all found ourselves down here, at least up until that point. But bumping into an evil mage masquerading as a man of God in order to spiritually attack human beings in their most vulnerable state really hit her, I think. It certainly blew my mind when she told me. She had a devout Christian upbringing, and so was having a pretty hard time accepting the things I was realizing and discovering, until she saw it with her own eyes.)
As soon as she told me about him and I realized the implications, I performed the most intensive energetic or magical effort I've ever undertaken, burying that hospital under an avalanche of Holy Light, and setting up energetic protections to rebound his efforts back at him should he try to undo it or come at me again. It seems to have worked.
I was a bit amazed when I got to the hospital on Easter, then. It just felt like a totally different place, from the grounds to the people. Everyone was smiling, the sun was shining. It really was a delightful day, considering I spent it at a hospital while my damaged father went under for a major surgery. A day or two later I saw what the Schumann Resonance had been up to that day, and for a minute, I couldn't help wondering if I might have helped spike it in some way! Since then I haven't noticed any corresponding flares in response to other actions I've taken, so probably not. Perhaps I happened on a serendipitous moment energetically to perform a cleansing, and the power of a wave from the Central Sun energized my efforts. (As if serendipity is a real thing.)
Sorry for telling the whole story here, but it illustrates a point that I want to make as we work on figuring out this moment of spiritual transition. I've talked a lot about external causes for our challenges, the "thems" out there attacking "us." There's pushback against the polarizing us/them dichotomy out there, and I agree that this focus can be a distraction. You yourself wonder if you are really being attacked, or just attacking yourself. I should say, just so everyone doesn't think I'm part of the problem of pushing polarization, that I do tend to view this situation from the perspective of Unity. After all, to whatever extent "victory" is even a real thing, we really can only "defeat" "them" by sort of reaching past polarity to the truth of the Light, wherein the unifying power of the Original Thought is brought to bear in a way that simply dissolves distortions that are not purely Holy. (That's the power of the wide-open heart chakra, blasting out that intense creative Love in all directions of space and time. It's a weapon of mass destruction against Shadows.)
But once we've acknowledged that this is just a "game" in some sense, an inescapable conclusion that emerges from the truth that each of us is the Creator tackling an exploration of Itself from a slightly different angle, I do think it's important to focus part of our attention on what's happening right Now in our world. And right Now in our world, there are angles of the Creator that are exploring themselves in ways that afflict great harm on those around them. Regardless of whether they have a Divine Right to do so, the allotted time in which they could explore those things here is now passed. The Planetary Entity that is Earth/Gaia is evolving, ready to move to Her fourth density as a fully positive polarity world, during which she will manifest a new sensory and cognitive apparatus comprised of humans and other spiritual entities that are telepathically networked into the archetypal planetary subconscious that we've known as the akashic record. On that world, there will be no Shadows cast.
And that's where your search to Find the Others comes in. At some point, that switch is going to be flipped, apparently triggered by an emission from the Galactic Central Sun, and all of us who are prepared sufficiently will have our potentiated Fourth Density bodies activated. I don't know exactly what will happen at that moment...perhaps many of us will have the chance to undergo full Ascension right on the spot. But I do strongly suspect that at minimum, our telepathic linkage into the social-memory-complex will be forged, and we will find ourselves suddenly a multitude that is One. Talk about finding the others! Yeah, we're all connecting online already, but my carpal tunnels are really looking forward to the time when my mind can handle the communication by itself.
And that brings me to the timing, always a delicate subject. I make no predictions. However, I will say that the eclipses this month affords us some really, really powerful energetic opportunities that could trigger the shift, if doing so is within our power. Since I've massively rambled on here ;D, I will save the eclipses for their own post. There's a lot I'd say about that, and huge global meditations being planned that I'd love to see people here notified of if they weren't otherwise aware. I'm going to put something up in Spiritual Development & Metaphysical Matters about it. The lunar eclipse that kicks it all off is later today, so it's a good time to get word out. Full moons are a good time to start a new venture after all.
A final note, my father recovered remarkably well from his accident. He was severely damaged, but six weeks later he was back at work right on schedule, pretty much fine. I didn't try to heal him, as it was obvious to me that his higher self was working him very deliberately through all this. I'm glad he put himself through it, too, because I'm watching his Self destroy his business as part of the energetic changes (get out of advertising dad). He's integrating those changes quite well, and spiritually, much to my delight.
It's a reminder for us to watch out for our loved ones though! I know, and know of others, who are going through bumpier rides right now. I firmly believe their Selves have things in hand, but they'll use our loving hands too, if we offer them.
