And what does “V” stand for?

Veritas. Vitality.

Truth is Life.

I realized this after taking a heroic dose of mushrooms after listening to an episode of Mark Passio’s podcast (you really must start at episode 1). His talks center on Natural Law, or as I like to conceive of it, Moral Law, or karma. (I will be sure to circle back to that specific heroic dose mushroom trip in a moment).

What is Natural Law?

It’s what governs all Creation. It’s based on objective Morality– not moral relativism– objective, actual Right vs. objective, actual Wrong. Not the laws of man, but the Laws of the Creator.

And yes, I know we have a Creator and I’m not talking about/worshipping my genetic engineers/Annunaki creators/overlords and/or any religious worldview of Who Created Us.

I’m talking about God– God the Creator. The One we each and all come from. The One we collectively deny and are so afraid of saying exists because of… why? Socialized way of thinking? Self as a god/creator?

OK, so what is Right and what is Wrong?

Right is not Wrong. It’s about what you’re not doing.

OK, so what is “Wrong” then?

Wrong is if we, both as individuals and as a collective, initiate harm to another sentient being (notice that it’s “sentient being” and not just “another human being”– so, this concept includes animals), if we engage in Theft of any kind (of another sentient being’s safety, life, sexual consent, private property (this includes government taxation which is a form of Theft), etc.), we will reap the negative consequences of what we negatively sow. If we choose Wrong, we will be punished/continue to live in Slavery/worship Death.

We individually and collectively reap what we individually and collectively sow.

And, as a collective, Humanity has chosen Wrong (in countless ways– expounding on those ways is a PhD thesis, if not just another broadstroke blogpost or two in the future). Thus, Humanity has been and is currently enslaved. We did this to ourselves.

I first arrived at Mark Passio’s work after I started researching satanic ritual abuse survivor stories. Having a pedophile priest try to molest me when I was a child and not being believed by my parents gave me the ears in adulthood to actually listen when people like Anneke Lucas, Cathy O’Brien, Jay Parker, and other courageous and inspiring individuals speak.

The worst thing I can imagine is, not only going through Hell and back, but then telling people about it, and not being believed. I believe these people.

The broader implications of their and similar community/collective testimonies are: We are living in a slave society of our own choosing and making. We collectively can continue to do Wrong, against ourselves, each other, and other forms of Creation, or, we can live up to the endless potential God bestowed within each of us.

So I had taken 3.0g of mushrooms (from what I recall). It was something I felt called to do and it was something that I had been thinking about doing for a long time.

It was night. My baby needed to go back to sleep so I was holding him while staring out. The baby that gave me psychic dreams. The baby that Society told me to abort because he has a genetic “disorder” called Down syndrome.

People with Down syndrome have deficits in their Left hemisphere development (language, logic, etc.) but their Right brain– their creativity, willingness to connect, imagination, etc. — is not only unaffected, but I would argue, just from experience, enhanced.

Our society tells us people with Down syndrome are “disordered” and should be pitied and viewed as expendable. That people who have a well-developed “intellect” and are sociopaths/Right hemisphere-deficient, are not only considered acceptable, but are the leaders of our society. Meanwhile, the people that I have met with Down syndrome are, I have found, cosmic teachers.

I literally saw a glowing, vibrating, illuminated Buddha when I was pregnant with my baby (more on that in a future EMDR post).

The mushrooms start to hit. I start seeing a mess of blankets in front of me. It’s a faded dark silhouette in a dark room.

The silhouette changes into a silhouette.

Of me.

Of my dead body.

I am Dead.

I initially perceive this, and feel Fear. “I am dead! Oh no!”

Then, I feel Peace. It’s not scary, being dead. It’s quiet. Calm. Comforting, almost. A blanket. Like that quiet when snow is piled above you and you’re a child, looking up, face covered in snow, breath floating up into the quiet air above you.

Then, a voice.

No, a telepathic message– which I will try to summarize/transcribe/describe here:

“We are the Fungi. Fungi are a collective conscious entity (they don’t think in terms of species– they are a whole/hive-mind thinking) that have existed before humans came onto this planet. They are the Great Teachers and Watchers of this planet ‘Terra’ or Gaia. They have existed, exist Now, and will exist, after we each individually live. We are here as guideposts for humanity. If humans are ready and willing, we are willing to teach you. We are part of the Life and Death cycle of organisms on this planet, including you human organisms.”

“What is it?” I ask, telepathically.

“Do you, the individual before Us [Geraldine Cabezudo] choose Life or Death?”

I beheld my corpse. It was me, peaceful. And dead. Nothing more to it. It was where I came from and where I am going (in this human meat suit experience).

I looked at the baby in the Now, in my arms, sleeping. I want to be your Mommy. You, I love you.

Love.

Love is Life.

“No! I choose Life!”

Several planes of existence are perceived and shoot above to my Right, like astral, glowing platforms, a spiritual staircase. The music of triumphant trumpets pierces through the tomb-quiet.

“Where have you been, all this time?”

“We did not want to reveal ourselves, for fear of you wanting to come back and not completing your Starseed mission.”

“The figures? The darkened shadows with the smallest flicker of a flame that is Life, that is within them? That they have yet to awaken and resurrect within themselves? They came to you in a hoard, a whole mass of Darkness.”

[Programmed fear reaction].

“But then, you realized that they weren’t coming to attack you. They wanted your help and guidance.”

I resurrected myself. My corpse was now a pile of blankets in the dark again, and I was in the Now in my Mother body, holding my baby literally and figuratively.

I awakened as Mother.

My true calling.

Not to only be the mother to my human children.

I am a fractal entity of a Dune-level bene gesserit of awakened psychic Mothers around this planet, Gaia, as She is known, who I have met and talked to about this– in the 3D as well (high concentration in AA/NA/SA circles– those who feel the collective’s pain and choices the most, are the ones self-medicating– they feel the World). We know the actual serenity prayer:

“O God and Heavenly Father, grant to us the serenity of mind to accept that which cannot be changed, courage to change that which can be changed, and wisdom to know the one from the other through Jesus Christ, our [King – my amendment], Amen.”