Chapter Three: Time, Quartz Hills and Resolution Trash and quartz can exist within the same geography… if we let it. Today, I want to talk about time. Time, to me, is the movement of objects through space. As we witness movement, we call this “time”. A clock does not depict time, it depicts movements of its arms around the clock face. The movement of objects through space. The reason I am talking about time is that our stay at our Reservoir of Power has been clocked by movement of objects and people. But when objects start appearing and disappearing from space, or spaces that were not there before, suddenly are, we can no longer ignore that when we say “yes” to a Gaia and high-frequency human collective request, things are going to step out of time and into the realm of conscious co-creation. OK, the above might sound a bit cryptic, so let me tell you what has been happening, and you can share your own conclusions around it during our Friday Meetup for Driving To The Rez. Our guests as well as our Olympic Peninsula tribe and the co-conspirators in my Birthday Party Celebration, left Colorado and went home. Some went home via long routes to other locations, but eventually they all got there. Suddenly, there was silence in the land, coffee for two instead of twenty, desert birds singing instead of laughter. The silence after everyone left was enormous. For days the land had been full of movement. Music, generators, conversations, shovels, laughter, vehicles arriving and leaving, people cooking, people in discussion, people hugging, people working. And then suddenly there were only the two of us, our three dogs, the wind, and whatever remained behind after the gathering dispersed. Even the Reservoir of Power itself felt different. Larger somehow. It is weeks later now and Larry and I are still at the land, which does not feel exactly like home, but not exactly away from home either. I knew, coming in, that Larry and I would need to stay at least another few working days in Colorado, as I had received clear indications that we had to sort out our legal land claims as well as claiming the space completely away from darkness. And that we needed to remove living structures left behind from last October. I mentally planned to do that after everyone left. In case you are new to this story, the land we own in Colorado is desert land that was completely covered in drug addicts and their shanty town. Gaia requested, no, actually she demanded that we remove all that darkness from this land. After which she revealed that this land was, in fact, a reservoir of power. Larry and I are softies, and when some of those people who had been evicted seven months ago asked for more time for them to be able to remove their prior living quarters, we allowed them to procrastinate for months. Seven months, in fact. While here, and as our guests, who are all highly skilled in expansion of awareness, can testify, the removal of those living structures was important. The structures impinged greatly, despite their small footprint on the vast acreage. An impression beyond the physical. Darkness likes to make you wait because as you wait, they still have an energy line straight into your life. Lightworkers think that waiting for darkness to sort itself out before moving out is compassionate, it is not. Anyway, the few extra days needed to get the land fully into our names have now turned into nearly a month. The path was filled with what Larry calls “monkey mind communication.” In other words, it wasn’t a simple “Gaia asks us to remove these things from the land” and we do it. If we had done it, maybe we would be home by now. Every time we prepared to leave before things were settled, another obstacle appeared forcing us to stay. When we ignored the requests, things escalated. One of the people who had left last October decided she was moving back in. When we refused entry, she physically attacked us. It escalated into both criminal and civil court very quickly, but resolution moved much slower. Delays stacked upon delays, keeping us on the land a few more days at a time. Once the pattern became clear, we decided to stop resisting what we were being asked to do and simply do it. Also, if monkey-mind communication is required, we would much rather receive it through a mountain full of quartz crystals than through violent confrontation. Done! Things started moving. Spaces became visible that were otherwise invisible. I woke up one day with the words “Tartaria” in my mind. The Larger Earth. What the heck?? That was my initial reaction, then I became curious. So, Larry and I started exploring mountains and canyons with our eyes wide open. The canyons themselves felt impossible. Massive walls of stone, strange formations, an entire hill glittering in the sunlight as if someone had cracked open the inside of the Earth and left it exposed. A mountain of quartz pieces! The deeper we drove, the stranger the landscape felt. Not dangerous. Not even unfriendly. Just… hidden in plain sight. Radical changes in landscape from desert dry to forests and lakes. The earth would go from deep red to black, to brown, to gold. Lost objects started appearing back on our land, we detected Tartaria technology nearby, chemtrails filled the skies, and we found out that there is something very strange happening in Delta, Colorado. By all appearances, Delta is a small, insignificant city. Barely bigger than a town, really. However, as we started noticing how odd this town was, including what increasingly appeared to us to be a major power reservoir northeast of the city… We also noticed a ton of other strange things, such as billionaires/trillionaires living all around it, the city logo being an Illuminati pyramid, and signs of Tartaria left in the canyons and hills close by. It might, by all appearances, seem that Larry and I stopped moving through time. After all, we still have not started our journey back to Washington. But in truth, it feels as if we are standing in the center of immense movement through space. Space expanding. Revealing a past covered in mud, a present filled with wonder and power, and perhaps a future written by what we are willing to imagine into being. Will next week see us finally begin the journey home? Perhaps. But then again, Bilbo Baggins did return home eventually, and yet he was never entirely the same afterward. Nor was the Shire untouched by what he brought back with him. We don’t plan on a ring to rule them all, that’s for sure. At most, maybe a truck full of quartz. We will share some of photographs and videos of our strange and wondrous discoveries on the Wisdom Keeper hour of DrivingToTheRez.com The discussion doesn’t stop here - listen to the full podcast episode for unfiltered insights from Inelia and our panelists. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit dttr.substack.com/subscribe
