Navigating the New World as the Old One Crumbles

By CC Treadway

There have been many wonderful channelings on this subject flowing through the internet as the tectonic plates of the financial and political systems shift. For my two cents, I wanted to share a recent personal experience because I feel it illustrates a great lesson in the navigation of the new world. As I still live in the heart of the disintegrating financial capital (although only for a few more weeks), I've been needing a lot of support and tools. The energy in New York City is just beyond describable right now. There is so much fear and uncertainty, I wake up some mornings shaking from it. Were it not for what I am about to share with you, it would be pretty difficult to get through it.

I recently had the pleasure of hanging out with my new best frenemy, Ayahuasca. I had always said I would only do Ayahuasca in nature with a few select people, but for whatever reason, I felt called to go to this ceremony. Some dear shaman friends of mine were leading it in Harlem of all places. I wondered why on earth I needed to go this ceremony, but I listened to guidance and went. I was pretty excited. I had never done any hallucinogens, since I am so open anyway, but by now I felt grounded enough to do "drugs." I thought plant medicine would be a great thing to try under the watch of my friends.

The medicine ceremony started at nine PM and would last through the morning. About 30 of us gathered in a circle at a beautiful renovated church. We were lead through the opening prayers and I took my first cup of Ayahuasca. I sat very still and welcomed the medicine in, feeling her presence. It felt so feminine, like a woman. I began to hear her sing a beautiful, haunting song inside my head. It was my personal song for the night. If I opened my eyes I would become ill, so I closed them, and kept my focus on the experience of allowing what I felt as extremely potent medicine in my body and field. After sitting still about an hour, we did a water ceremony and people came up for their second cup. Given my sensitive nature, I decided to wait. Good thing because when my friends began to sing the ceremonial songs, the energy escalated in the room, and I immediately ran to the closest bucket and "got well" as they say. I felt myself vomit out old, limiting belief systems from my body, I looked in the mirror, totally altered and fierce and said, "I am a priestess." I laughed and for the next several hours it was like living in an Alex Grey painting. It was a total visionary experience. My eyes were now wide open, all three of them.

I was able to see and feel everything in the room. At first it was really scary; the energy was so intense I felt that my skin was going to burst. So, I left the room and found a spot to relax. I lay down on a bench, surrendered to the experience and began to watch the magic unfold. The molecules of light that dance through the night came into form. They looked like schools of fish, moving lightning fast and responding to the songs. The interesting thing was that they weren't really responding to physical movement, just emotional movement and the songs. They danced together as a unified energy. Amazing. At the same time I started to see Mayan hieroglyphs popping out of nowhere. They also formed a unified field although they weren't moving like schools of fish. I was giggling in delight from all of these goodies. Then the most incredible thing happened, the Flower of Life appeared everywhere made from gold light. Mandalas burst out of the Flower of Life like fireworks, I was surrounded by sacred geometry; I was sacred geometry. Creation and destruction was unstoppable, it just happened without opinion.

What was so apparent was that the life process was completely out of duality. It was neither good nor bad, there was absolutely no judgment. The universe was neither for or against it, or for or against me. How liberating! Of course I had heard these kinds of things, and thought these kinds of things, but to feel them in this way was much more powerful. Everything was made of love, and that seemed like no big deal. I kept trying to analyze but there was no room for that. I would soon forget my thoughts as something else was shown to me.

I felt myself getting cold and needed a blanket. The room was pitch black and I was having a hard time moving, but somehow I knew that I needed to stretch my foot out a couple feet. I did that, and voila! There was a blanket neatly folded and ready for use. I said, "Thank you," and covered up while I giggled. "I'm thirsty," I thought. And my friend appeared with a glass of water. The night progressed like this, I would feel the need for something and it would appear. I was just receiving what was already there when I needed it, and in fact the need was often stimulated by what was about to be offered. However if I went into a demand, or wanted something out of harmony with the environment, nothing would happen. I heard the line:

Manifesting is receiving that which is already manifest.

Well, in my state of mind this was just the most profound thing I had ever heard! I had studied so much and experienced so much about the astral field and manifesting, but it was really fun to truly be in it, eyes open and experience the instant manifestation properties it possesses. I had been transmitted the feminine way to manifest, a much needed tool in the face of the masculine system crumbling. Creating from effort is unnecessary because creation just happens anyway. Better to attune and receive that which is being created, and simply be part of the creation process. But this requires a real letting go, and a developed sense of trust.

What would it be like to completely let go into the unknown? Well you don't know, do you? That's the thing, the known is the present, and in the present you receive the future, the unknown which already exists. Like a present, you receive it, and just like that it is known.

After coming back into semi normal consciousness, I decided to take another cup of the medicine. After all, I had many more hours with these people and I was pleased with the results of the first cup. I had some trepidation, but I took the second. And just like that the puke party began. My sensitivity was kicked up to a notch unknown to mankind and I began to purge everyone else's stuff. The "limpias" had begun. This is when the leader uses water and songs to seal up the holes in your field, cleaning out your garbage. Images of their pain would come to my consciousness and into the bucket it all went. My visionary quest had turned into a nightmare. The singing would start and I would puke, they would stop and I would return to normal consciousness. I tried to protect myself, but I was no match for the group field, the songs and the medicine. So, I threw in the towel and let go even more.

Here's the thing, I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for the event. To take full responsibility for that choice meant I could be in a complete state of trust with myself and everything around me, and therefore I was safe. I was having an empathic attack, but I was still me, no matter what. In fact I could feel myself so completely I was in ecstasy with the source of my own existence. As the images of the other participant's pain flashed before my eyes, I would laugh and cry with abandon. The more I felt them, the more I felt me.

It was time for my limpia. Totally exhausted, I flopped down on the floor, my trusty blanket wrapped around me. As I hid under the covers, images of being a newborn filled my heart. I remembered feeling every emotion in the environment, and how I wanted silence and space from everyone. But I also felt my conscious, incarnational choice to experience life in this way, and was so grateful for it because this sensitivity allowed me constant connection with my spiritual core. The deal was, if I agreed to be this sensitive, I would never forget God. I could carry divine frequencies easily in this body with that level of sensitivity. While I have often resented my sensitivity, I have never felt disconnected from my Divine Self and God; Ever.

I once again took full responsibility for that choice, and that meant a deeper feeling of trust and safety in every moment. As I got my limpia, I took the blanket off, completely surrendered into the healing, feeling waves of bliss run through me as my normal consciousness was restored. When it was done, I was totally fine, no longer experiencing everyone's stuff. I felt great.

At that point I was asked to do a healing on someone who had an entity possession, so I was right back to work! The extraction was completed successfully and it was time to rest. I climbed into one of the balcony pews and passed out, totally satisfied with my first hallucinogenic experience, but not knowing yet just how valuable it would be.

I leave you with a quote from Michelle Eloff of thelightweaver.org:

"Humanity needs to understand that to break out of the old paradigm of victim and poverty consciousness requires of them to completely let go. This means all control mechanisms in your world will fall. You think there has been change politically and economically up until this point? You haven't even seen the core of where this is going. There is much more to come, therefore it is vital that you have full confidence in your ability to create and to manifest everything that you need. It begins with you and ends with you."

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About CC Treadway

CC has a private energy healing and channeling practice in New York City (www.cctreadway.com). Her specialties include artistic development and performance, spiritual connection and relational therapy. She also teaches workshops on healing, channeling and the arts and has a successful documentary film-editing career. She is a graduate of the Barbara Brennan School of Healing and The Rhode Island School of Design, has traveled the world with Drunvalo, and is continually dedicated to her own path of healing and learning.