Notes from the November 2021 Satsang
Those with eyes saw.
Those with ears heard.
Those with no voice sang.
Before social media there was a call that could be heard throughout all of creation.
The call for sovereignty rang out as silent bells at the end of the Atlantean Era.
Many of you rang the bell allowing full realization of your sovereignty at that time and space, which runs parallel, simultaneous to this designated ascend-ee lifetime right now.
Most often people find the Sovereign Collective through that silent song.
Sometimes it is accompanied by a dream or meeting in the beyond - not a visit from Lauren's energetic expression but from consciousness - Sar'h (sa-RA) who held a form to sing the song of freedom in the last Atlantean lifetime.
A call to gather around the fire of the Sovereign Collective.
A no-place space and no-date time.
Sovereignly together. Together and free.
We. Are. Not. A. Group.
For some of you, there may not be full context here for the video above.
But the energy is the same.
We are using it as yet another sound-less song to gather again.
For the others this may be gibberish.
Totally, and that's okay.
That's also why it's not on public YouTube or social media this month.
We'll do something for everyone next Satsang - where we go back to the individual journey.
In honor of you --
A little more background is below - just in case....
For the story of how I lost voice in Atlantis (background only):
My Atlantean memories first started to come back in January of 2018. About 2-3 months after realizing I was realized – The Return to Self.
Each one has come with a physical symptom – mouth sores, cold sores, nerve pain and on…
And, as the Atlantean memory surfaces to integrate with love, compassion and allowing forgiveness, the part of the body experiencing the problem as become ‘healthy’ again. It’s never about the symptom really. It’s never about the human stories we used to tell ourselves.
So, in this memory I am an Atlantean woman of some stature.
I am tall with long black hair, and I feel my ‘power’ in my womb.
This is later in the Atlantean era when things are beginning to really fall apart in a way that can't be put back together.
I enter the Temples of Tien to talk with the leadership about some of the things happening in Atlantis. Perceived severe injustices.
The Temple Leaders tell to me stop talking or I will be punished.
This is not our first conversation about this.
They have already taken many things from me, yet I continue on.
“I will never stop speaking up,” I tell the Temple leaders.
One of the leaders (also here again now but nicer this time), looks at me with laser like focus, and I feel something in my throat.
My voice has been disabled. It is like someone cut out my voice box so I could no longer speak. It feels as if my throat was energetically raped.
My voice – my power – was taken from me.
Others in the temple watch, but they say nothing.
They turn their back on me.
They know it’s wrong but they won’t do anything because of their fear.
In that moment, I want revenge. I want to attack and destroy.
And then something rises up deep from my womb of knowingness:
I realize my power – so to speak – comes from within and no one can actually take it from me.
I realize this is my own creation, and there is no one to blame.
I realize I do not need my voice to speak.
I make a sound-less laugh in the face of the temple leader, bow and exit.
Thank you – I whisper -- nothing comes out.
This video covers what comes next.
Painting of Sar'h Consciousness by Eiril Art
Lauren Hutton (Sarah) writes adventure novels and short stories about the self-realization experience and beyond. She fancies herself a humanizing divinity journalist and shares her work joyously here with the Magus Kuthumi.