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Winning at the Game of Life!
WTF is Going On???
A GUIDE FOR THE TIMES
Tales of an Ascension Enthusiast
8 Decades | Bizarre Stories | Hard-Won Truths | Practical Steps to Peace
I love this book. It’s one of the few enlightening reads I’ve found that is entertaining. I’ve known Challamar for a long long time and it’s true she is absolutely fearless. She seems to flow through life’s challenges with a steadfast trust in the Universe, even if things are really difficult. Her rich life’s stories are brilliantly documented for our pleasure and activation. Highly recommend.
~ Pamela Barinoff, B.A, M.C., entrepreneur, animal lover
Searching for Direction in the Chaos?
A Guide for the Times
is one person’s take on what we are doing here on Planet Earth at this time.
Took 8 decades to figure out… and it’s all clicking into place now.
Fact — the World is Set-Up — a Psyop
We are extricating ourselves from the largest coup in history
— the entire planet — and our authentic voices are being called upon now
to assist in Earth’s reclamation.
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Being true to our inner knowing — being real — is the Key to all Creation
That’s why this book can be helpful right now… because it shows us a pretty convincing
path to authenticity — to inner peace.
A COMPANION FOR THOSE READY TO POWER UP
SEARCHING FOR DIRECTION…
My escapades have indeed taken me to the edge… and over. And I have learned what
“going with the flow” actually means in real time.
In fact I consider myself a certified expert on letting go… no joke.
There is magic literally oozing from the mystery, my fellow journeyer,
…and we have full access to all that wonderment!
Time to Tap In
Wild Stories. Clear Truths. Real Tools.
- Wild Stories. Clear Truths. Real Tools.
~ Anne Wylie, astrologer, gardener
WTF is Going On???
A Guide for the Times
Tales of an Ascension Enthusiast
WTF is Going On???
A Guide for the Times
The Intro
“….. Do you accept, as I do, that we create all our experiences? I believe we generate every inch of our lives for our betterment… so we can recognize our lessons and move forward with greater awareness. So let’s ask ourselves – do we need liberating from unresolved feelings that come up again and again to be recognized for what they are – our own creations / our own triggers – and release them?
“Raise your hand if you’ve ever been triggered by your family.” (everyone raises hands)
“Okay now keep your hand up if you STAYED triggered for 40 years.” (half keep hands up)
Yah…. like that! ……. “
Sovereign Humans
“……I think we can agree that we are all 100% completely original designs. Right? No one like ANY of us in the entire Cosmos. Think about that for a sec. There can be NO comparisons when the whole POINT is our incredibly unique individuality.
There is no other being alive now or at any other time in history on any other rock with our particular composite of looks, physiology, elements, psyche, desires, fantasies, likes, gifts, loves, abilities, talents and characteristics!!!
Do we realize how staggeringly diverse all our uniqueness’s actually are… how frigging amazing that makes each one of us??? I’m just beginning to.
So here’s the thing… YOU are meant to be here – which means you are KEY. You agreed to come here and live through all this soul-destroying subjugation and stress… so you could choose the opposite. Let that sink in….. “
Understanding Loneliness
“…….. Do you ever feel lonely – bone deep loneliness that possibly no one really cares about you, that you are invisible to the world? Do you ache for connections that are no longer there? Well, my friends, we are discovering that this is in fact a Holy state. Perhaps the Holiest of the Holy. Hear me out…
If you ever feel like the ‘black sheep’ of the family… you have simply stepped off the script of life that most people use as their yard stick for an acceptable existence. You were built for more. You threaten their illusion.
So here’s the key. Quietly embody the frequency you know to be true. There is no need to defend yourself. You’re not supposed to ‘belong’ where illusions are still worshipped. You are creating a life that has not yet been seen in your family. You are rare. Holy. Sacred. The first signal breaker in a long line of sleepers. You came to dissolve the spell….. .”
Choose Your Frequency
Villains, Victims and Victory
“……. Upcoming world events may be majorly disturbing. This can absolutely cause feelings of hopelessness. And I am guessing it will take some years to rehabilitate our wonky world. So experiencing more turbulence is pretty much a given as darkness grapples with the light and ultimately loses in this epic historic Cosmic battle of good over evil for control of humanity.
Bear in mind – these crisis events are ultimately useful. Being so horrific, they force us to look at events deeply. After absorbing it all, our proverbial foot comes down so we will never again be seduced by medical and debt tyranny. We will no longer be mind-controlled by a false history, false media narratives, world banking systems, bioweapons, wars, child abuse, poverty and debt that most definitely do NOT have our best interests at heart.
Our energy is best spent striking out towards our unfulfilled dreams and passions. If we have a decision to make, go without fear towards the soul’s true desire, where you can literally feel joy to your core. That’s how to move forward from here. Anything less, don’t act….. “
~ Vern Swanson, longshoreman, peace seeker
The Science of Consciousness
“….. I believe we are actually cleansing Mother Earth Gaia and all upon her right now. Defections out of sync with this new level of harmonic resonance will be gone. Nothing of merit can survive without the support of the consciousness grid which is the foundation of all growth and sustenance on planet Earth.
Earth is the most highly focused place in all of creation for transition and transformation. One of the few places that has gone as deeply into the dark, when consciousness can allow itself to experience such a level of darkness and still find it’s way back to the light …. “
Reality Bites
“…… All particles in the world are entangled. They resonate at distance… no matter how far away they are. So that would account for the fact that people know what has happened to someone they are connected to… even though they are somewhere else in the world. This explains peoples’ dreams that come true. Resonance.
Relativity applied at the quantum level. Unification of all fields… has to add all the information that makes up the structure of the Universe – updating every nanosecond. Being here and not being here. Being here and there at the same time. Over and over and over. This is how someone can bi-locate or relocate without an obvious transport mechanism. Our bodies keep updating themselves the same way – it’s because of consciousness….. “
Gratitude
“….. The swiftest way to rise above all this dark manipulative chaos is simply to hold a high vibration of gratitude and act from your inner knowing.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” – Cicero, 2000 years ago
The more we are thankful, the more we attract things to be thankful for! The grateful human being is one of the most powerful generators that exist. Coalescent whirlwinds. Depending on the polarity we align to, we create high or low vibes. Dark entities feed on low vibes as if we were their batteries. The awakening of humanity has tilted the collective vortex towards higher consciousness frequencies. This is why Satan’s bought and paid for ranks were (and may be still) attacking with such ferocity. They are in mortal fear of losing their power… from and over us….. “
Deserved Recognition
“…… To those devoted souls who try every day to help humanity, who feel isolated and different and who lost many friends and family in this awakening process. To those who stopped going out in unconscious environments, instead choosing to investigate what was really going on and dare to say what no one else would. You have dedicated your life to this ascension process. Some have actually given their lives to assist in humanity’s awakening. Each and every one of you is held in high esteem, as this process was the hardest thing anyone has ever had to do, and you did it first….. “
How Energy is Created
“…… For years, we’ve been taught that energy is simply a matter of calories: food in, energy out. A straightforward equation of input versus output, surplus versus deficit. But the human body is not a furnace. It is an electron management system.
At the centre of this system are the mitochondria. They take electrons from the food we eat and move them through a chain of specialized proteins. With each step, energy is released and used to produce ATP (Adenosine TriPhosphate) —the body’s primary energy currency. This process is not simply about burning fuel; it is an organized transfer of electrons.
Oxygen is an essential part of this process. At the end of the electron transport chain, oxygen accepts the electrons, allowing water to form and the cycle to be completed. This is why breathing is about far more than taking in air.
Without oxygen, the electron transport chain slows or stops. Without that chain, ATP production declines, and without ATP, cells lose their ability to function efficiently……”
Arigato for the Memories - the 25,000 Mile Road Trip
“……. As we attempted to board an oversold train in Peshawar, Pakistan, we found ourselves in the midst of a riot. With the ferocity of a mother protecting her children, I held fast onto our 3 bags and swung them wildly around me to dissuade the hoards of ‘grabbers’ who were trying to take advantage of the chaos. They didn’t even get a sticker!
Trying to make it through to Afghanistan, we were held at rifle point in the Khyber Pass as they emptied the metal skeleton of a bus we were riding in, to extract a ransom from all of us. No biggie… standard procedure apparently. What I remember more vividly is the huge barrel of water that Jerry accessed to pour over me again and again as I sat swooning on the wooden seat in this stifling hot bus. Heat stroke from Delhi revisiting? After we passed inspection, we then had to traverse the rough-hewn roads of the Spin Ghar mountains. Riding that unforgiving plank was the hardest test of my bum’s extensive life.
Once in Kabul, and attempting to conserve funds, we found a couple of Swiss guys in a VW bus who were willing to let us hitch a ride through to Europe. Second hitch… they were headed back the way we had just come. They still had to go to India to buy their contraband. Likely Indian cotton shirts – very popular. I just reread that and I sound so naïve. They were probably drug smugglers! OMG……”
Miracles for Non-Thinkers
Glow with the Flow
“……. Anyway, I forgot that train of thought the moment I slipped into the massive dark and steamy pool in silent reverie for this profoundly starry night in Tibet.
I pushed off rocks in all directions and swam the length and breadth of the compound to see if I was alone. Mineral rich plants that loved this steamy heat were thriving and cascaded wildly over the walls into these soothing waters. Such exotica would have kept me entranced for hours… but then I had a thought. What was it like on the men’s side, and could I swim under-ground through the tunnel against the current and make it there in a breath? It was an undertaking that intoxicated me…… “
Guns, Mafia and Coke
“…..I once was a spirited teenage who dropped everything, stashed my little VW bug with my boyfriend, hopped on the CNN Choo Choo in Vancouver in the middle of a freezing Canadian winter and traveled 2500 miles one way to Montreal with $20 in my pocket – and no one shivering in the snow to greet me.
My mom was non-plussed. Although she did not know how much money I had for the trip…she did know it was one way. Mum was well aware of the moxie of her wild teenage girl… yet still entreated me in her soft British accent – “Oh Janie, must you darling?!” Makes me acutely aware what we put our parents through. Anyway she packed me a giant Woodward’s paper bag of food for the trip, including some salmon bits and a dollop of chocolate mousse if I remember. Oh… me ma!!!! Such a loving and accepting being.
I arrived with a full stomach and found a temporary residence of sorts downtown on MacKay Street that you didn’t have to pay for ‘til you left, which gave me a few days to create some moolah…… “
Rocks of Ages
“……I couldn’t speak I was so cold. The boy and Isabel and I squeezed together like sardines, lying on an ancient bed of stone hewn out of the walls of this massive cave high in the Himalayas, as we desperately tried to stave off hypothermia with our combined body heat. At least on one side. Come to think of it, Isabel took the middle spot so she got both sides heated. If I ever run into her again, I will let her know that next time I get to be in the middle. Or, being the egalitarian that I am, possibly the boy. We could draw juniper straws.
The old man unfurled an ancient prayer rug, and not only took off his yak wool chuba, but his undergarments as well, leaving only a thin cloth around his waist. He then sat cross-legged and began a chant that would last ‘til first light. I didn’t question that he could keep his body warm with his vibe. Frequency through intention….. “
~ Anne Wylie, astrologer, gardener
Dazed and Confused in Bonners Ferry
“….. Barely missing a beat, we sailed through the lower extremities of BC over to the West Coast of Vancouver Island to go windsurfing on Chesterman Beach. Being my third day ever windsurfing, I was thrilled to be in such wild open spaces with steady winds and rolling waves. Turns out I was a natural. Out past the break we were flying back and forth, back and forth. And then the winds started to build. Took only ten minutes for a legit storm to hit our sails. Holy shitski wonder woman – time for that cape!!!
With all that tacking I had been blown downwind from the beach and was now perilously close to crashing up against a wall of massive jagged rocks. My sail had been wind swept out of my hands and pummeled into the sea and it was obvious that I was soon to be smashed to a pulp…… “
Feeling Low on the High Seas
“…… Biting cold I had rarely known and then some… and the winds howled. I knew everyone was doing their nut trying to survive this dramatic adjunct that had instantly turned our world on it’s head. I heard my name being screamed over the winds… “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” I was hypothermic by now in my thin nylon jacket, and frozen in place. Literally unable to turn my body or even my head to respond. My voice was gone. I was beyond spent. And now my very organs were being sucked into this wretched retching that was turning me inside out…. “
Bust Out a Birmingham Wudja! - Closest Hospital 7900 Miles
“…….“We’ve decided to keep the hip and replace the rest of you.” – Mike Flanagan
Kuala Lumpur, June 2016. My wheelchair hit the edge of the counter causing me to flinch in pain, but they kept pushing me, tracing my path backwards from the departure lounge through international customs and security. At the same time they cancelled any and all passport stamps I had been given, all the way to a vacuous concourse where they left me for two hours as they tried to determine what to do with this truant lady who was not only lacking a visa for India but whose passport was stale dated. Oooops…
Would I miss my appointed hip-replacement surgery in Chennai? Would I be turned all the way back to Seoul… to Canada? …..”
