Now we come to the day of my visit with the Hopi. I was picked up early in the morning, and I was in the company of people from all over the world. In my car there were people from Spain, Scotland, USA, and of course, Canada. In the other car were people from France and Mexico.
On our way to the Hopi there were lots of government vehicles. They were keeping a close eye on us, and we had to be evasive about what we were doing there. They knew there was something big was going down here. It seemed they were well aware of the prophesy and were taking it very seriously.
I started to interview the people in my group. “So what brings you out here?” I asked. I answered my own question first, saying that I had no clue why I was on this trip. “I just knew that it was something I must do,” I said. “Now tell me about you.” Each one had a neat little story on how this journey came about. One told me that his grandmother, a seer, said he was to go and meet the Hopi. Another told me that he had deep dreams that led him out here. Some were like me. They just knew they had to go. Some knew that their vision quest tied into meeting the Hopi. So it was the unseen hand of destiny. I felt like I walked into some major adventure story. I found myself preparing for a gathering of epic proportions, the Institute for Cultural Awareness (ICA) meeting held in Arizona from April 18-26, 2009.
The person who was the head of ICA was Adam “Yellowbird” DeArmon, and he has travelled all over the world meeting native elders and preparing for the gathering. He spoke about meeting with elders in Alaska, Canada (the Black Foot), Africa, Asia, New Zealand, India, USA, South America, etc. There were the Navajo, Mayans, Incans, and so forth. You see, the indigenous peoples were all made caretakers of very important information.
In my interview with Project Camelot, I mentioned that I had a past life in Atlantis, but I did not mention what I did in that life. I was with a group of people who knew that Atlantis was going to fall, so we were in charge of preserving Atlantean knowledge and giving it to the ones who would take care of it until it could be brought back. We told them to hide it in children’s stories and songs so the knowledge would remain untainted, though it would not make sense until later on. That is how these messages and promises stayed on to comfort us.
I sensed that the people I was meeting now were people I had known before. I recognized in their eyes that they were with me in that time. My guides were right. This is a very exciting time to be alive. It is where all the lives we have ever lived collide into one and come full circle. It reminded me of Solara’s 11:11 activation in Egypt where people came from all over the world dressed in white, not knowing why. They were all led to hold hands and make sacred geometry formations on the planetary chakra points to assist the ushering in of a new world. These people were just led there by their intuition, and now there I was following my own white rabbit.
OK, so where we were, all the native elders from all over the world would be gathering and meeting in Arizona. It was not just the natives, though, but thousands of people as well from all over the world who felt compelled to be there. It is almost like there is a soul contract. I am sharing this right now because I know so many are really intrigued with hearing about my life and what I am doing. Perhaps what I share will call to your soul and inspire so that you might even feel compelled to come to events like this.
When all the people gather here, they will honor the prophesy of the eagle, coming from the four corners of the world to meet in a sacred place to usher in a new world of heaven on earth. We will decide to no longer live the way we do now. Rather, we will live in harmony with nature and each other once the blue star makes its appearance in the sky. You can learn more about the history of these prophecies here.
We drove around meeting with each clan, sharing our message that the time is near and we are ready. This journey was also kind of sad because I saw how the Hopi live. Many of them lived in a dump with drugs, alcohol, and poverty taking their toll. There were starving animals and people trying to sell whatever they could. It was understandable why so many were depressed. I would be too. They are forced to be a place where their spiritual self is not honored. Some of them were beginning to lose hope and faith in themselves.
They were so touched to see so many people come to them (there were ten of us) and believe in them as much as we did. It touched their heart and fuelled them to take back their power and step into their destiny.
We then were taken to meet the final elder who happened to be a weaver. How symbolic, I thought. Here we were all weaving ourselves together. He had some necklaces he wanted to present to us. Everyone had already bought some stuff from the other Hopis we met earlier. I hadn’t bought anything because I am not a stuff person. I do not like to have lots of things, and I am not a souvenir person. I always think, “Sure, all these things are nice, but I do not really need them.” I am like that with jewellery, clothes, and all material things. I do not like shopping, though I recall looking at his necklaces and thinking if I could pick one, I would choose the solid turquoise blue one.
When he realized that he could not sell them to us, he decided he would give them to us, and when he got to me he gave me the one I was thinking about. I was very touched that he picked up my thought telepathically, but also that he just gave them all away like that. I knew they needed the money. Could they afford to do such a nice gesture like this? I decided to give him $20 dollars for it. When I did, everyone stopped and looked at me. I thought maybe I did something I was not supposed to do. I did not know their culture. This was my first time with American natives, and perhaps I insulted them. It turned out that he was very touched and taken aback. He asked me what clan I was from, and I told him the Pleiades. He knew exactly what I was talking about and told me that I was welcome there anytime.
After sharing some of my insights, I stepped down to allow others to share too. One by one they came up, sweating, shaking, and crying by what they were feeling compelled to share. I was paying attention to this, but I was also looking up the information I would need for L.A., the next leg of my trip. I did not take any pictures of my time in Hopi as I felt it would be disrespectful. They are a private people, and this was no tourist attraction.
As I listened to these beautiful heartfelt messages, it started to dawn on me that I always want to bring people together and have all truths compliment others, but now I see it in a different light. We need to come together to believe in one another. Love and belief seem to be very closely tied, like in a relationship. We bring out the best in each other when these two things are most present. They give us our wings. Our belief in the Hopi was doing just that for them. When we are disempowered and put down, it diminishes our power and our light. This will now be another thing I wish to give to people. I believe in them so much.
I then heard the Hopis speak about their concerns with the floods and quakes. They were concerned for their children and children’s children and the world. I went up to them and told them, “My dears, do not give thought to that. It will not happen because inside we have the power prevent that. The reason that such things were mentioned in your prophesies was to motivate us to act and take back our power. It will be OK. Just look at the light in the eyes of the people and the children. There is a glow. There is peace in their hearts and deep insight. Do you really think these advanced souls came here to be wiped out? Remember that we are the ones we have been waiting for. We are the answer to our prayers. We are our own self-fulfilling prophesy.”
The Hopi were nearly in tears, but it was now time to go. I had a train I had to catch, though it turns out that I missed my train by a half hour. It was late at night, so I knew that Pam would be sleeping but not Raven. She was up working on her books. I was sad to miss my train because there was a concert by Steve Poltz (Jewel’s friend) in L.A. Yet I do not regret being late after all because of what I experienced and witnessed with the Hopi.
The next day I woke up early and bonded a bit more with Raven. She brought me to Pam, who was heading to Flagstaff that day. I told Pam that I had purchased another ticket the night before, but if I used it I would miss the concert. At least I wanted to see if I could make it, so I looked up my flying options. There was an airport in Flagstaff with reasonable flights, so all we had to do was cancel my train ticket, get my money back, and catch a flight. We would leave early so that I could make it on time.
When we got to the train station, we found that it would not be open until 3 p.m., so Pam and I had a few hours to kill. We went out to eat, explored town, and spoke about mind control. When the station opened, the ticket clerk said she could take back my ticket but she could not give me my money back because the station just opened and she had no money. I would have to wait until someone bought a ticket or something.
Pam came in wondering what was taking me so long. When she found out, she got the ticket woman to say that the only way we could change it was if it were an emergency. I told her that I had a flight to catch, but when she asked what time, I told the truth: I did not know. So Pam took me out of the station. She said that she had an idea brewing. She said, “You will never catch your plane if you just wait. It looks like I will have to teach you something.”
“Do you mean to be dishonest?” I asked.
“You’re a bit too honest, Jess. Here is what we will do. We will wait a few minutes and make it seem like we called the airport. Then we will walk in and say that the plane is leaving in an hour. That will make her go to the vault because it is an emergency.”
It worked. We headed out to the airport, but when we got to the airport it seemed like it was a ghost place. There was no action or life anywhere. I could have sworn I saw a tumbleweed go by. Exploring the airport, we found only one old guy and two girls,and not one of them knew about flights. It became obvious that I would not be flying out early after all. I should have known when I saw the dinky planes. How would I fly in one of those? Perhaps by tying myself to the wing? So we headed back to the train station.
Pam said, “Let me talk. I will handle it, Jess.” I bought yet another ticket. This would be my third ticket from them now. We now had six hours before my train. I told Pam that she did not have to wait for me and that I did not mind waiting at the station. But Pam would not hear of it. She said, “No, I will not leave you. Come with me. Let’s go drive around for a bit.”
When we got back on the road, the area started to look very familiar to Pam. It turns out that she had been here before shooting a documentary about the white buffalo. “What is that?” I asked. The local natives had a prophesy that said when the white buffalo returns to the planet then the new world and peace will be near. These buffalos only started being born in the 1980s in the middle of the USA. This was also in the prophesy.
Pam was shocked that I did not know about them, but I am not one to go research and study all the prophesies because there is too much information and it would be overwhelming. I am not ashamed to say that I do not know something, and besides, if I am meant to know about something, it will cross my path like the white buffalo. Given what Pam was telling me, I was now most interested in seeing them.
The white buffalo place was closed. We tried knocking on the window, but there was no response, so Pam and I tried to hop over the fence. We knew that at 5 p.m. the ranch workers would start feeding the buffalo. Finally, we got their attention. They recognized Pam and brought us in and allowed us to see the white buffalo.
These animals are so incredibly majestic! There was something very special in their eyes. I was told that people have come from all over the world to see them and there were little gifts everywhere. I started to speak to the buffalo in Pleiadian tongue, and there was this Navajo man who asked what I said. I told him that I said to the buffalo, “I love you.” He said, “Wow, I thought that is what you said. It is so similar to our language.” I had no idea. For a long time I thought I made up this language, but the more I said, the more he knew. He said their language came from their ancestors from the stars. There was a time when their family left and went to the stars and said they would come back.
As an aside, I have always known this, and now I had confirmation well. I had it a few times during this trip with the Anastasia books I finished and the Blue Star book. Things then started to click in my brain about our history and whole civilizations that disappeared: the Mayan, the Incan, the Atlanteans, the Akacore and goodness knows how many more. Some went to the stars and some went to the inner earth.
Lots of the crafts we see in the sky are actually terrestrial, but they are “extraterrestrial” in the sense I just mentioned. They left, and now they are coming back. They are back and they are us, only it is hard for us to grasp because of how we were taught to think about time and space. In a sense, our view of time and space is fragmented because the many cosmic multidimensional selves in us that got scattered in other time planes and became probable reality selves. As I started thinking about all these ideas, things just started clicking and pieces started fitting.
I recalled the lovely woman who came to me when I was younger. She comforted me when I was going through hard times, and she was always so familiar. As I got older and I looked at pictures of myself as a kid and recalled all the times I was sad, it popped into my head to travel back to myself in my mind and comfort this younger version of me. My younger self was seeing my older self in its etheric form. I thought it was an angel! My guides are me. I also started to recall how if I was sad in the present I would travel to myself a couple years into the future where I was in a better place. I would have my future self talk to my present self, and I would immediately feel better. I also started sending my energy and self and guides out to others in the world who needed comforting, and I would do this for all the years of existence, including the future.
Since then, as I travelled all over the world, wherever I went I have had people coming up to me saying, “You were in my dreams when I was a kid. Who are you?” It seems now so many recognize me. They know me. I did this with my mind, and I think there will be a point when others will do this as well. That is why people feel drawn to them and don’t know why, even if they have not yet done it. This can also be used for dark purposes, like when we want to control or dominate another. Then dark intent crash lands into another person’s existence in whatever time line and can come as a spirit or someone who does violent acts or as a nightmare.
Now back to my buffalo story. My Navajo friend then told me how he came across the white buffalo. It all started with a dream, and they were everywhere in a large field. His dream guide was there and said that he was to be the caretaker of the white buffalo. Yes, this legend, like all legends and myths, is based in truth. Later on that year, he heard that the first white buffalo had been born, and he knew that he must go see it. He told me he was the only one in his family who was not lost to narcotics. He felt so alone. I was so proud that he held his ground. Can you just imagine how challenging that must have been with everyone around you into narcotics? I told him that it was OK. “We are all family. You’re my family.” I then told him about my time with the Hopi and the event that was soon going to take place. He was very excited and said he would be there. “Ok,” I said. “I will see you again. Until then, my friend.”
He then turned my attention to the mountain that he saw in his dream. It was right behind us. It had the white buffalo on it on the snowy outline and a large spirit’s face along with a star and a crescent moon. I took pictures of it, and it will be on my facebook.
Right now, the people who run the Sacred White Buffalo Ranch are struggling financially. The place is too small for all the white buffalo, and the animals are in heat. The caretakers are trying to get a bigger place and do what they can to help the white buffalo. I feel that if more people knew about this place and the white buffalo, then that would help their business. Even though people come from all over the world, not that many people come. They have been forced to sell some of their white buffalo and will only give them to the right person. Their web site is http://www.sacredwhitebuffalo.org/
After my visit with the white buffalo, it was time to go. We headed back to the train station, and I caught my train. My time in L.A. was spent with some good friends who have been preparing my website, and I have been helping them with their projects and spiritual mentoring.
We are the answer to our prayers.