PLEASE READ the preface, introduction, & chapters 1-6 FIRST, or you will not benefit from this book. There is an extremely important story line to follow.

The act of ascending requires "WORK;" so please do it; read the other chapters prior to this one on inter-dimensional travel.


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ASK, SEEK, KNOCK — The Inter-dimensional Traveler

dedication

preface

introduction

chapter 1 — types of travel

chapter 2 — awakening to you

chapter 3 — settling in at home

chapter 4 — astral projection

chapter 5 — energy travel

chapter 6 — dream time

chapter 7 — inter-dimensional travel

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chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7


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Ask, Seek, Knock — Opening the door to your inner temple

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Introduction

My guides want me to tell you my life story in this introduction. It is a lot to force into such a small section of my book, but here it goes.

To begin, it is the winter of 2017. I have been in this body nearly 59 years. I am female dominant, 5 feet and 11 inches, blue eyes, and in excellent health; mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.

I am writing my book from my wide-body houseboat on Norris Lake or in my studio in a little "hollow" on my mini-farm in East Tennessee. My mate/significant other, Chris and I like to call it "Divine Acres." It is such a peaceful little spot.

I found my mini-farm property first on the Astral Plane. I was out of my body, standing in front of an old workshop that was built into the ground. I said, “Gee, this would make a great studio.” I totally forgot about the experience, until after I purchased the property, and later saw this picture on Zillow.com. I was standing in the exact spot where the picture was taken for the listing.

I remodeled the entire farm in 2016 & 2017; the studio, an old mobile home, barn, and added several gardens. I even added a greenhouse to the back of the studio.

One of the things that I did to thank the Holy Father, was to create a spiral garden in the bottom of an old, dry pond. You should be able to see it below in the collage. I also created several meditation areas, including one in the barn loft during the renovations.

From what I have been told by my guides, I am already on New Earth (NE), but also still on old earth; I walking between worlds; but ascending to NE by vibrationally matching it with my own vibrational frequency. I will talk more about vibrational frequency later in the book.

I have always loved old earth or "Gaia." She is actually Coeus energetic mother. I have the best of both worlds, here in Tennessee; the land surrounded by mountains and on the water, surrounded by the sky. This is where I AM to "hold the light of unconditional love for the ascension of NE and some of her inhabitants.

I have been following my divine purpose my entire life, like a “well written novel” they say. My life overflows with grace and I would not trade it for anyone else’s earthly experience. I would also NEVER go back in time to alter one event; it could change everything forward.

Note: When I say, "they," I mean those higher evolved entities without a body suit. Not one in particular; as they are of collective thought.

I was raised in Western New York State, USA, in a small farming town near Lake Ontario by two hard-working parents. Both of my parents were only children, so we had a small family; just Mom, Dad, and my brother.

We always had animals growing up; dogs, cats, ducks, chickens, pigeons, and rabbits. The property was wooded with a creek running through it; there I would find solitude.

At a very young age, I could not help but notice that there was another adult in the house that would watch over me as I fell asleep at night; my “Shadow Man.” Yes, like many children, I had a “make believe” friend. Actually, it turns out that he was a ghost. I do not like the term ghost, because it has been badly represented over the years. Not all ghosts are bad, actually most are just confused about the loss of their physical vessel, their body, or are doing some additional work on the astral plane.

A “ghost” in a nutshell is an earthbound entity. That is, someone that took his or her body suit off and did not leave this dimension. They reside within our own dimension and that is why they are so easily seen, heard, smelled, and felt by so many of us wearing our organic body suits.

I never told my parents about my Shadow Man. I knew that they would not believe me; due to my “over active imagination.” Ah yes, I was/AM an insatiable “day dreamer.” My mind easily runs away with me and I can get "lost in a day-dream." This is actually a spiritual gift I am told, by Archangel Jophiel, who is my main Archangel. She is the Archangel of beauty and creativity, and yes, I am quite the creator. Jophiel says that I am a "co-creator with Lord Father."

Note: The angelic realm calls Father, "Lord Father." The gods call him "The Holy Father. I don't mean to confuse anyone with "words."

Jophiel tells me that “I can free my mind from the illusion.” Yes, what you see around you is an illusion, a hologram of sorts; it is not real. It is a bunch of molecules bouncing around to create mass in various forms and textures; consciousness. In reality, you have never left heaven; you are standing in it, and all of your loved ones are with you.

Jophiel also says, that I also have the ability to "lucid dream in the illusion." My "mind is trying to get back to spirit," where there is no body, but a Lightbody; my "real" me. This is my “normal” form; Lightbody or energy. When I daydream, everything vanishes through my eyes and I literally see another place in full color detail. I often wonder how I can do my art when I am not even looking at it; it just "happens" in the illusion.

I have been told that I am highly elevated in the realm of entities. Oddly enough, I have never asked how high, until recently, and was told exactly who I AM. It just didn't matter most of my life, because they said that I am very “mission oriented.” I am so mission oriented that I do not have a "silver cord" or tether that keeps me grounded to my body.

Note: Per wikipedia, "The silver cord in metaphysical studies and literature, also known as the sutratma or life thread ... the soul to the physical body) that connects the physical body to the etheric body, onwards to the astral body and finally to the mental body."

As a small child, I always knew there was a higher source and invisible being watching over me; LORD Father. I never really felt alone, and I was easily, self-entertained. My Mom could put me in a corner with paper and a box of crayons and she would find me in the same place hours later. It was such a blessing for her, because my brother was just the opposite.

I think that I had a wonderful childhood; even through all the family dysfunction. We all have this dysfunction and it is no coincidence. We incarnate with our soul families, to assist one another in karmic clearings. Sometimes there is success; other times not.

When the dysfunction would start at home, I would leave of the house, and go for walks in the woods with my pets, to avoid the family bickering. I would stop and smell the flowers and sometimes pick the flowers for my Mom. Unfortunately, Mom never appreciated my gesture; “Get rid of those things, they could have bugs!” would be her response. That was Mom’s problem; not mine, so I tried not to take it to heart.

I always operated “from the heart.” It was an unstoppable force in my life and the only way that I could/can function in this world. It is the only thing that is real and felt real to me; LOVE, and did I ever embrace it. I believe that love is also the only thing that we can take with us when we return to the light of Lord Father’s unconditional love; consciousness.

As a child, I adored playing in the creek; my own little heaven on earth. I would be in the creek for hours flipping over rocks, looking for fossils, and hunting for arrow heads. This was my space and time; not one dictated by another person. I was living in the moment; as it should be.

By the "time" that I was seven or eight, I was already a "creative entrepreneur." I use to enjoy making "Creepy Crawlers." They were little molded rubber spiders, bugs, and lizards.

My parents did not have a lot of money when I was little, so on the advice of my “artistic” guide, I started selling my creations on the school bus, to earn money to buy more “Goop” to make my little rubber creatures.

Even in middle school, I continued my business venture when "Creeple People" took center stage. They were rubber heads with hair that could be put on the end of your pencils and pens; similar to trolls.

As a teenager, I always had to be my own person and excelled far beyond others in everything. I seemed to be wired to create everything. I was self-taught and became a master of every craft possible; I just couldn't help myself. EVERYTHING had a "crafty" purpose if used mindfully.

I preferred hanging out with “older” people, rather than people my own age. They were such a wealth of knowledge and had such joy in their hearts that when telling stories it would make me smile.

I never wanted to follow other children or be like them; I loved me, just like I AM and wanted to be unique. I sewed all my own clothes, and knitted and crocheted my sweaters to make sure that I never looked like anyone else. As a teenager, I even cut my own hair; with logic and no lessons. I was "a making of my own creation.” For some reason, I did not like to follow patterns either. I had to make my own designs; just "wing-it" to meet my specific needs and requirements.

I have had the same "creative" spirit guide with me all of my life. He was so great with kids; loving, kind, and gentle. He got a little rougher around the edges as I aged, and would often bark at me, “Just do it!” He was instrumental in my adult entrepreneurship. What a slave driver! He had the mentality of “DIY; Do it yourself.” We were the perfect match indeed.

As a teenager, I dabbled in telekinesis; moving things with my mind. One day, I decided to move a lamp on an end table with my mind, you know, just slide it a bit. Well, after an hour of concentrating, I heard my Mom yell for dinner. When I opened my eyes to see the progress that I had made, I not only moved the lamp, but I levitated the table to a tilt position against the sofa. They lamp started to slide towards the floor, so I dove and caught it. I never tried it again, out of fear that I might break something near and dear to Mom’s heart.

Note: this is one of the major causes of people not embracing their life purpose or developing their spiritual gifts; FEAR.

I graduated from high school in 1977 and later from college in 1981, with a Bachelor degree in Art Education. Life was extremely busy being an over-achiever. I carried 21 credits each semester and worked about 18 hours a week. I just wanted to absorb as much wisdom as I could, be productive, and get my money’s-worth out of my education. Even at that age, I knew life was short, and I needed to grab all the gusto I could possibly hold.

In my early 20's I started to experience Mediumship. I saw dead people standing at the foot of my bed. Although this is not a frequent occurrence for me, Mediumship is an off-set of inter-dimensional travel. If you can inter-dimensionally travel, you have Mediumship. If you are a Medium, it does not necessarily mean that you can inter-dimensionally travel. As a matter of fact, I have found that most Mediums are completely unaware there is something called inter-dimensional traveling or astral projecting to those without bodies.

In my 20's I began having some very “real” dreams. These vivid experiences, made me wonder, “Why am I in this body and what am I doing out of it?” I felt like I was viewing the world from the inside-out; watching me watching it.

For most of my life, it was nearly impossible to feel alone. I always felt like a fish in a bowl. Right now, there is a group of onlookers standing behind me reading over my shoulder; I can feel their energies. Those are my spirit guides. If all of you knew how unconditionally loved you were, by those that took off their organic body suits, you would be shocked. They are our “cheering section” of Lord Father’s orchestra; the audience.

In 1988, at 29 years old, I married my husband Roger (Rog). In 1990, we both lost our jobs, due to business closings; within two weeks of each other. Roger was offered a transfer to Dallas with financial assistance. I could go to Chicago, without any financial assistance. It was an easy choice; it was off to Dallas, Texas. My layoff turned out to be such a blessing. I qualified for full severance pay, which made the cross-country move an added financial bonus.

Note: This is a common occurrence with people that are following their divine purpose; things just fall into place like a story. Something that seems bad turns out good, resulting in gratitude, which results in Grace.

Although life during the day was quite fast-paced in Dallas, I did manage to unwind during “dream-time.” This is when I started paying attention to my dreams; or what I thought were dreams, and started to keep a written and pictorial journal.

I have always loved to go to bed early and rise early at sunrise; dream time was so interesting. I often had learning experiences included in my dreams. I was literally “learning to walk” in my dreams; taking baby steps, until I was able to run, and learning to fly, until I was able to reach my destination. What great quality time I spent during dreamtime. This was dreamtime on the astral plane; not normal dreams that are created by the brain, rather from the heart.

During this period in my life, I started to have repeating dreams from my childhood. They were exactly the same dreams, because as I was dreaming, I would think, “Wait a minute; I have had this dream before; exactly. That is really strange.” Then I would wake up because I was thinking in my dream; observing my dream and trying to make sense of everything.

Also during this period of my life, I started “dream-walking," which is explained in a future chapter. Even more interesting, my dreams would often loop. The dream that I ended with in the morning would continue, when I lay down to go to sleep at night. They would literally pick up where they left off, or I would get flashes of them prior to falling asleep. I was very conscious of this event occurring. What I believe was happening was my return to spirit; to what is real, because this is an illusion.

I still do not know the technical name of it, but it is similar to how “déjà-vu ” feels; which by the way, it is not what you think it is at all.

Déjà-vu

So what exactly is déjà-vu? Most people believe that “déjà vu” is the feeling of doing something before. That is correct, but there is MUCH more to it, something pretty mind-blowing. It happens because you are a multi-dimensional energy being residing in multi-dimensions.

Déjà-vu actually happens in two or three parts, depending on how you perceive it. Let me explain. First, there is a vision of the experience at lightning speed; the “flash” as I like to call it. Most people never see it happen. It is an instance occurring in an alternate dimension. So actually this could be considered the first and second part. I have the ability to visit alternate dimensions out of my body; inter-dimensionally, or in my body, via déjà-vu.

We are multi-dimensional beings; omnipotent beings that resides in multiple “dimensions” or “energies.” Remember who you were created by; Lord Father/Mother in “their” image; male and female. “They” are a master of this gift and so are you, if you choose to acknowledge it and do your vibrational work.

Note: déjà-vu is a form of day-time, energy travel, although I talk about it more in the alternate dimension heading, which is under the inter-dimensional travel chapter.


The second part, or third part of déjà-vu, depending on how you comprehend it, is when the event occurs, days, months, or years later; the end result or déjà vu, is what most of the population experience. Upon this happening, people will say, “I think that I have done this before.” Well, you have done exactly the same thing in an alternate energy. Welcome to my world!

Over the years I have learned to “slow down” the first occurrence or “vision” of déjà-vu, to catch most of it in the alternate dimension. Later I would experience the multi-dimensional result with this dimension.

As the New Earth energies start to increase, you are going to find that déjà-vu will start to happen more often, as well as synchronicities in your life. This is because of the merging of timelines and energies into one unified field of energy within you.

I realize this concept is something that you have never heard explained before. That is because the majority of the population is caught up in a 3D-way of thinking; linear. Back to my, “life story in a nutshell,” as my guides say.

By 1999, I started noticing how tired Roger was and how he detested his job in accounting. I suggested that he take an early retirement and asked the company that I worked for, if I could telecommute; work from home. Being an outstanding worker and a great out-of-the-box thinker; they agreed. After several prior years of planning, we built Roger’s dream-house in the State of Wyoming, in a small town called Saratoga, which I intuitively discovered.

Wyoming is a very desolate state with little color. I wanted color in my new house, because color just makes me smile. While searching for ceramic tile, I discovered that the ceramic industry did not offer any kind of color-options. I searched for blue and purple tiles, but none were to be found. So that little voice in my head; Mr. “Just do it!” said, “Why do not you make your own?” So I did just that; and once again, self-taught myself.

I spent the better part of 1999 making handmade, leaf-shaped ceramic tiles, and round tiles, on a drop-leaf table behind the sofa in our living room; no pun intended. I do not know how many husbands, would let their wife drag 100's of pounds of clay into their living room, to make ceramic tiles with a rolling pin and two pieces of lathe, behind the sofa. It did not seem to bother Roger one bit; he was always my biggest fan, when it came to my artistic endeavors.

When my friends at work saw the pictures of my installed handmade tiles, they encouraged me to start a website; http://www.tileswithstyle.com. I really did not think my little business, at that time, would have become what it is today, but it did, and it is definitely part of my divine purpose.

In 2000, we sold our house in Texas and moved to the State of Wyoming. Things were going well, until the telecom sector crashed about 2002. Not only did we lose about half of our savings, but after four rounds of lay-offs, I lost my job.

One week after losing my job, the universe came through for me. I found a wonderful job as a courseware developer at a Higher Education center in a neighboring town; 60 miles away, on a contract basis.

After six months, my contract ended when the Director of Higher Education called me in his office. With a tear in his eye, he said, “We are out of funds and have to let you go. I only wish that I had three of you instead of the other twelve employees.”

We literally lived out in the middle of nowhere; without any job opportunities. I was a bit nervous about finding work, but just at that moment, once again, divine providence stepped in. My handmade tile business took off in a blaze. Orders started to roll in for my creative and unique tiles.

My entire life always felt “orchestrated” to me. I was flowing down a smooth river from point A to point B. It was not always easy, because there have been many rocks in the river to navigate. I would just know, without any uncertainty that I was doing the right thing; even if it was occasionally unorthodox.

About the same time as my business improved, I had a big boost in my intuitiveness. By exiting the “rat-race,” I was able to slow down, just a bit, to raise my vibrational frequency. Yes, you have to slow down the physical and mental, and balance your emotional body to raise your vibrations. You also have to make time to do it through various activities and meditation.

I always say that “prayer is the asking and meditation is the listening.” This is so true and requires a great deal of patience. Many people pray and pray and pray, yet never listen for the guidance or answer. Then they wonder why their prayers are never answered, when all the time, they were answered, and they never heard the response.

An answer is not always a tangible or physical result, but an audible one that you have to take time to listen for; through your heart, not your ears.

My personal awakening

One day, in 2003 while I was living in Wyoming, I decided to take a break from my work in my art studio that was located on the first floor of our house. I was standing on our hillside, by our house, feeling so grateful, and admiring our beautiful view. I heard a masculine voice say, “There is going to be a Great Awakening.” I do not know how I knew that it was Archangel Michael, considering that I had never heard of him before; I just knew it was him.

I literally ran in the house and Googled, “Archangel Michael and Great Awakening.” It was one of what I call, "my gulp moments." You know that little twinge from your stomach. There in front of me in black and white text were numerous references, to the great spiritual awakening that was underway on our planet, and Archangel Michael was instrumental in this project.

Shortly after hearing those life-changing words, Michael said, “You have to go home.” I ran in the house and told Roger that a voice was telling me that we have to move home. He said, “NEVER! Your family is dysfunctional and your Mom is always pushing your buttons. I will never move back there.” I kept hearing those words for a year, “You have to go home.” This Archangel was relentless; he wanted me to get back to Western New York State; one way or the other.

Roger and my relationship started to become a bit “rocky.” He had lost all interest in me years prior; it was like a light switch was turned off. He told me that he loved me more than ever, but he said, “It just feels wrong to touch you.” I was totally baffled. He was not very intuitive at all, but this message he received was powerful, and he didn't want to touch me in a romantic way any more, which was heart-breaking.

In 2006, I was lying in bed with Roger, and heard, “I love you.” Then I responded, "I love you too Lord." Questioning my sanity, I turned to Rog and said, “Did you just say you love me?” He said, “No, but I do!” It was so loud and clear. For six months after hearing those words, I would look at Rog and I would cry; every night. Shortly thereafter, Rog started looking a bit out of sorts to me. It was always hard for me to determine when something was bothering Roger. NOTHING ever bothered Rog; he was ultra “laid back.”

It was a week or two later when Rog finally agreed to go to a doctor. My friends helped convince him one night over dinner, when we all agreed his skin was starting to look gray. The next day, I drove Rog 60 miles to the hospital in Laramie, Wyoming. The doctor came out and told me that Rog was in FULL renal failure, and if he would have waited for four more days, he would have been dead.

I was in shock. Rog never had a sick day in his life, or even a headache for that matter. He was a “white-collar” worker and never exposed to any chemical-related materials. The doctors also figured out quite quickly that the diagnosis from his renal failure was Multiple Myeloma; a form of bone marrow cancer. Within a couple of weeks, my friends helped me pack up my entire business, along with a few personal items, and loaded a large moving van.

Most of our furnishings and house wares were dragged off by friends or donated to the church. As divine providence would have it, one of Roger’s daughters, just happened to be staying with us at the time, and her boyfriend had just arrived for a visit. His daughter and her boyfriend, within a week, hauled the moving van to Western New York. I hauled our 5th wheel trailer with our truck; Rog by my side. Four days later, we arrived in Western New York at my family home in a small farming town, Wilson, on Lake Ontario.

Now, knowing my life story in a nutshell, I want to talk a bit to you again about spiritual gifts and my own personal ministry. My walk is unique, as is your own. It is based on what Lord Father feels that I/we are capable of handling, during this incarnation and how spiritually advanced, and obedient we are in spirit.

Romans 12:1-2
Therefore I urge you, brothers, through the compassion of God to present your bodies holy, living offerings, pleasing to God, your spiritual service; and stop being conformed to this age, but you must from the inside continually be changed into another form, by the renovation of your mind, to prove what is the good and pleasing and perfect will of God for you.

I have many spiritual gifts. Some of mine are quite different than the “religious” norm. Many of my gifts are mentioned in my book.

RECAP: Religion is man-made; not Christ-made. Religion is interpreted by man and spread by man. This causes the people following religions to not do their own spiritual work, which I refer to as "The Way." The Way is about unconditional love and a life of service to others; the One, as we are all one with Lord Father/Mother/God.

1 Corinthian 4-11
And there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of ministry, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but the same God, the One Who works all things in people. And to each is given the manifestation not the Spirit towards that which is profitable for all. For indeed through the Spirit to one is given a word of wisdom, and to another a word of knowledge according to the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, and to another gifts of healing by the one Spirit, and to another activities that call forth miracles, and to another prophecy, and to another discerning of spirits (John 16:8), to another to speak in different kinds of tongues, and to another interpretation of tongues; but to the one and the same Spirit operates all these things, distributing His own gifts to each, just as He wishes.

We are all part of one body. The hand does not do what the foot does as a function of the "one" body. Just be your unique YOU and find your own unique connection to the Holy Spirit; The One.