My Personal Journey...
I was born in Caripito, Venezuela, where my father was then
working for an oil company. My mother was forty-five years old at the time of my
birth, and I was her first and only child. At the age of four months, I would
each night make persistent sounds, which my mother seemed to instinctively know
how to fulfill. Instead of popping a bottle in my mouth, she took me outside
underneath a canopy of tropical stars. I pointed to the heavens, and said
'star'. Of course, no one but my father believed her. She simply smiled to
herself and began to chronicle my life.
When we left Venezuela I was two years old. I remember looking out of
the prop airplane as my mother told me we were flying over Angel Falls, deep in
the jungles of the Amazon. As I stared into its frothing tumble, it appeared to
be the gleaming wings of an angel. Something stirred deep inside me, perhaps a
memory of those who guided and nurtured me.
When I was three, we moved from Venezuela
to the Ozarks of Arkansas, where we owned a dairy farm. It was 1952. We had
no television and seldom went to the movies. It was during this period in my
life that I began to have very vivid 'dream' experiences, which I now
believe to have been out-of-body travel. I would soar over a desert terrain
(nothing like Venezuela or Arkansas) toward and then into, a large mountain.
Once inside, I was greeted by nice-looking men who were tall and mostly
blonde, and who dressed in skin-like white, seamless suits. They treated me
as an equal and took me through their underground complex, explaining to me,
how their 'machines' (computers) operated in the most scientific of terms,
which I understood completely. These computers did not look like any fact or
science fiction of the 1950's. They more closely resembled what we now see
in the Star Trek-type movies and TV shows. When I 'returned' from my
journeys, I would describe them to my mother. Once I drew pictures
of different things I had seen there which included what I called 'a clock
controlled by the mind'. My mother saved these drawings, typing at the
bottom of each picture what I had said about it. I began to commune with the
fairy elements of the beautiful Ozark mountains, and may have been referring
to them when my mother heard me say at age three to no one in particular,
"Their thoughts shared a lovely, dreaming time with the high hills."
In my sixth year of life, I began philosophizing. My mother
kept typing and scribbling every word. One statement I made to her at that time
was, "I think that we could see a great deal more if we believed more. For
instance, we look at something and see only a small part of it because we don't
believe there is any more." I also plaintively asked her, "Does it bore you to
share my confidences?" She assured me that it didn't.
As I discovered the reality of others around me, through being
exposed to the educational system, I felt very much alone. It was as if they
were in one world and I in another. The whole process of education and the lack
of sensitivity for the most part which I experienced there, was devastating to
me. Whereas my mother and father were receptive to my thoughts and feelings, the
'system' treated me as an underling who was expected to believe without question
all they put before me. I sensed that much of it was either grossly incomplete
or distorted. When I was four, my mother had read to me from cover to cover
(nightly installments), 'The
Greatest Story Ever Told', on the life of Jesus Christ. When she finished
reading the entire book to me, I took the baby bottle out of my mouth and said
"Read it again, Mama." She started reading from the beginning again without hesitation.
I never reconciled myself to what I considered to be the
prison of false education. While I made fairly good grades in all but math, and
was at no time a disciplinary problem, I reviled just about every day I spent in
the educational institutions. One day in my junior year of high school, my
mother let me out in front of the cafeteria which served as a study hall. It was
raining, so I decided to go inside the building. As I put my hand on the door, a
'voice' said inside my head, "Christine, if you go one more day (to school) it
will be dangerous." I was stunned, as I hadn't had any significant mystical
experiences since the age of ten, after my father died. My mother was still
there, waiting to see me go inside, as she knew how difficult it always was for
me. I slowly turned around, came back to the car and got inside. When she
queried me, I told her what I had 'heard'. She looked at me for a long few
moments, and then said, "Let's go home." I never returned to school classes
Right after my having left school, I began once more to
receive from the Otherworld. I wrote my first book at age eighteen, entitled
'Under the Grey Moon', a story of a post-Lemurian people in Canada. By the time
I had finished the book, both my mother and I knew that it was a true story
which I had naturally gleaned from the akashic records: those magnetic encodings
of thought that are impressed within the etheric grid of the planet.
I continued with my work, and although my health began to
deteriorate, my mother was unfailing in her support and encouragement. She took
care of all the physical aspects of life, freeing me to receive and write.
Beings of Light began to appear to both of us, sometimes when we were in the
room together. More and more we moved into the understanding that we were
communing with spiritual intelligences of exquisite love and wisdom. In 1977 I
came to work on the inner-planes with the Illumined Master, Thoth Hermes (The
Initiate), who has remained my primary spiritual "benefactor".
My mother made her transition in 1993. In 1994 I met my
Nartoomid, a man who is in his own right, a mystic, healer and wise soul. I
have since become a digital artist and am now able to bring the visions and
faces from these realms into my art. I work with people both in word and image,
to aid them in self-discovery.
We re-located to Maui, Hawai'i in March of 2004 and then moved
to Kaua'i in October of the same year, to begin a new level of our spirit work
In 2009 Simeon and I dissolved the marital aspect of our relationship.
This after 14 years of being together in relationship, 13 of those in
marriage. We still love each other deeply, but it had been a long time
coming. We have both realized for a great while that although our love for
one another is incredibly deep and true, we are not at all compatible as
"husband and wife." Certainly astrology and "Human Design" dramatically
backs this up. We had grown closer in these last few years of my illness,
but not as personal partners. As of late April, 2010 Simeon now lives in the
UK and is re-married. I continue to be here in Kaua'i, in a new residence.
While Simeon is no longer a part of Spirit Heart Sanctuary he continues to
help me with the business and technical aspects for the time being.