A Natural Frequency

If one studies the language of a civilization, then they might gain great insight into the way that world is structured.  I am tackling the beautiful beast that is Latin (via Rosetta Stone).  It's not so much that I'd like to speak Latin with other humans on this planet, although that will be part and parcel of its mastery.  As I understand it, Latin is the mother of most languages and may just illuminate what it is I am seeking, although I don't really know or even pretend I will know until I know.  It's a proverbial Mt. Everest that I'm honored to enjoy the journey climbing.  Part of my known interest in this endeavor is that of training for future missions involving other civilizations and first contact scenarios.  As an earth human with the native tongue of English, it will probably serve to focus on the correlation between Latin and English, as it is the primary communication in Western culture.  How that all formulates and ties together is a mystery to me, and truly its something I'm up for grounding in a practical and spiritual way.

Though I haven't the slightest clue whats in store for me in this, I trust my intuition enough to take action and let the rest unfold.  It has occurred to me that when, not if, but when I am involved in these contact missions, I will transcend language all together.  First mastery, then transcendence.  Which brings in the reality of telempathy and its key role in this equation.  English is a very 3D expression.  Kudos to this sentient race though, because we sure know how to rock it to the fullest!  2010 is proof of that.

I'm also spiraling out in pretty much all of my spare time on Photoshop tutorials and creating digital art from "scratch".  It'd be super delish to create magi pieces on the regular.  So that's something you might enjoy if you tune in more.  All feedback is welcomed, please and thank you.  *bow*

Sempiternitus affectus ad iste.  Eternal love to you....

*Art by George Atherton (http://www.viradical.com/)

Interdimensional Voyeurs of Sexuality, part I of series

Excerpt from a series I am writing...

We are an interdimensional collective of voyeurs of universal sexuality.  Through agreement in this moment, we recall the story of Now and we gather at the edges of a human physicality.  Soberly intent upon a reawakening of ancient stories, meant to play out continuity in the dawning of the Satya Yuga.  We rest our attention on a king-sized landscape of white linen, upon which is a female specimen, roiling in the heightened vibration of pleasure with her male counterpart.  We watch with suspense and a strong urge to burst forth into their density. We observe them with excitement building inside us.  Hundreds of luminous tendrils of energy twist and tighten between his solar plexus and her sacral.  And the story picks up exactly where we left off.  Our entrance onto the scene will spark a new dimension of sexual magic to be re-explored.  

Pure, sacred, true, electromagnetism is cycling between the two bodies in a fierce figure eight through each channel of chakra.  He heaves her senses with a fine tuned ripple of joy by oily penetration of her ripe vesica piscis.  He towers with power over the organic feminine sculpture.  A doorway will be opened now through the heart, yet another entrance to the tesseract of multidimensionality.  We send suggestion that his attention be placed on her heart chakra.  Their eyes dilate and lock in the intensity of their parallel simultaneous incarnation connections.  

With his arm behind her lower back, he ravenously pulls her body up to meet his high perched stance on strong knees and sculpted thighs of beautiful masculinity.  With her head falling back toward the support of a bed below, he maneuvers her hips to envelope his hard phallus slowly to the base.  Her root chakra pops, and a wave of kundalini vibrates all the way up to her crown. This sends a wave of contortion and sensual pulsations of her tightening yoni.  Repeatedly now, he pumps her with primal friction and focus, and the luminosity of their combined energy grows and builds.  A blending of physical body with erotic emotionality occurs and the veils begin to disintegrate and dissolve, leaving a complete open channel for raw life force to flow through.  As they ground deeper, they expand exponentially; the more primal energy they bring into the now, the more cosmic geometry flows into the here.  

We sense that our presence is now sensed.  Momentarily, she scans for us in a milky darkness.  She knows we are watching.  We await her beckoning now to co-create sex magic again like we did so playfully in the ancient temples of tantric priest and priestess.  An invitation is received, and the doorway to their dimension unlocks and spreads open its sexy spiritual legs.  We enter and begin the sequence of unfolding...

Ode to a Hummingbird

Ode to a Hummingbird,

The perfect purr of your sonic wingsong evokes my incorrigible affection.

Your arrival signifies the drumming heartbeat of accelerating fourth density,

and your shiny wisps of aerial speed demand my immediate attention.

My world wanes to slow down and suspends in your celestial glue.

Mindful and rhythmically present to continuum in your timelessly focused presence,

the corners of my lips ascend, and my gaze is magnetically locked on your frame.

I feel honest and childlike as I watch you watching me, showing off your beautiful wings.

In your curious nature, you teach me to feel innocent and purposeful at the same time.

You show up on cue in my dream within a dream as a master of transformation.

Your cute little chirp: a suggesting gong of "wake up sleepy head, and re-member".

You teach me to reach impossibly fast for the nectars of this world,
And to drink them while flying in golden mean timing; a singular formation of my own accord.

You are a numerical reminder to emerge from my human cocoon of comfort,

So that I might transform into the benevolent butterfly you say you see me to be.

Smiling at you as I always do, knowing that I am perfect and this is enough.

That I am enough.

And as quickly as you arrived, you dash away on your mission.

I love you, sweet hummingbird teacher.

I will not miss you. I cannot miss you.

You are me, whole and complete; and I am missing no-thing.

Spinning Onward

There have been numerous inquiries into where I am these days and what I'm doing.. So I thought I'd straighten the said question marks into exciting little exclamation points in one swift swoop! I'll begin with declaring my state of gratitude for quality of life I have been blessed to co-create with my higher self and all of you. There would be no need or desire for me to write if there was no one to receive and learn with these expressions. So thank you immensely for energetically holding the space for me to sing this digital song.

I am finely nestled into the terra rosa enchantment of Sedona, Arizona.  This place is absolute and I have no doubt a spectral spiral of some of Gaia's most picturesque vortical energy spots.  I am now an ocean floor dweller of what was once, linearly speaking, in ancient times (Lumeria and Atlantis) an aquatic arena of our cetacean brethren.  I will not attempt to be an expert on the vortex energies of this red earth canyon, but I will certainly share from a perspective of experience.  And I say unto thee, this location doth painteth a high degree of timeless dream quality and reverie.  I feel I have been vortexed in.  Not only to this place, which is a hot spot for identified friendly objects and roving interdimensional portals, but to this surrogate family, the Macauley Noells.  I am taking a break from an assignment as Miss Macauley's personal assistant to write this blog in fact.  I can't begin to tell you how difficult the tasks are.  I am a slave to this woman's relentless support of acting on my highest excitement *gasp!*  Its terrible... All day long I have to research topics like inner earth beings, the Montauk Chair, time travel, martians, Atlantis, white holes, the Annunaki, DNA etc etc...  And in addition to all this boring and hard work (wink wink) I have to make all this raw food with love and intention.  Oh the humanity!

Were I to take full advantage of my surrounding abundance each day, it would (and mostly does) look like this:  I would, and do, awake to the gentle buzz of the hummingbirds (or espresso machine singing the song of the adrenal march - which sometimes sounds like a native american flute, I might add).  I mosey just a few short steps outside and into the radiant rising sun, shedding its light on a wonderfully sculpted morning aLuna face and hairdo.  I lie on warm blades of grass while I tell my iTouch stories of other worlds and lucid adventures from the delta dreamtime.  After all has been remembered and archived I visit bell rock vortex, said by a Pleiadian source to be the main vortex in Sedona.  Here I spin tetrahedrons of eternities in my heart, pink and green forever and ever and ever.  I hike with no shoes because I've decided that I prefer a real earth connection and dirty red feet over the soft and delicate skin of cosmopolitan aspirations.  My ankles grow stronger every day.  I run to the spa, where I have a free family pass, which happens to be the perfect 15 minute cardio session.  Here I get my fitness activation on and blaze endogenous opioid peptides (endorphins).  With a red pulsing face of blood oxygenation, I blast intentional chanting rockets into the cosmos in the superacoustalunatical steam room (hey hey Keller fans).  That my friends is the best wake and bake I have ever known, although I have never been much of a green smoker anyhow.  I return to the layer of the goddess, where the address in numerology is literally 13:13, fresh, fit, meditated and ready to begin the aforementioned research and simultaneous belief system management.  My most ingenuous obstacle to being productive in this creative format is the black hole time suck of facebook.  Could be worse, hey?  When I am in the flow, I am creating a *fantasy novel, that is writing itself, based upon the real metaphysics and timeless teachings of great master teachers  (*none of it is fiction, its all true).

Financially, I have dipped further than the well goes in the travel savings department.  Indeed, nepotism is a wonderful thing.  My loving grandfather has supported me immensely.  The greatest thing about this scenario is that you can very well just call my bank account  the Kale Fund - because aside from chia, stevia and quinoa - that is my main expense.  :)  

As mentioned in the previous blog, I am sharing astrology reports for $15, at Heather's grace in using her system, so that is keeping the Kale Fund alive!  Thank you!  Also, the universe has dangled a job offer at,  you'll get a kick out of this one, the UFO Store in Sedona.  The owner says to me, "Hey, are you looking for a job?" I shrug and say "Nope."  "Are you sure?  I can come pick you up. Call me." So, its my understanding that this JOB involves talking to people about aliens and spacecraft all day, as well as taking them on vortex tours.  Hm.  Does that sound like something this aLuna would ever do!? ;) ;)  So we'll see how that plays out.  I'm open to trying it out as long as I can have my routine and expanding cultivation of self-awareness... which I most assuredly can and will.

Getting ready to go dancing to some more Brazilian beats and connect with some jedi lovemasters, off and on this planet.  Thank YOU for synchronizing to my abstract world of lucid blogging, and I bid thee and loving and warm gooooood day.

Destiny Reports

Greetings friendlings!


Have you ever heard of a Destiny Report? This is an ancient astrological system that represents personality archetypes, symbols of our personal expression that reflect with amazing accuracy important elements of our life.  It is represented through the conventional 52 card play.  This was a way of preserving the practice of astrology through the different eras of occult and esoteric.

I am super excited to offer this Destiny Report to you for $15.  All you need to do is this.  Send me your full name, date of birth and email address and I will get the specialized report to you...  Donate below and we will chat via facebook (Sarah ALuna) or email (booty.sarah@gmail.com).  I personally resonate highly with this system and continually feel that its entirely on point.  So if you've ever been interested in learning about astrology and planetary rulings - this might be a perfect way for you to learn... through experience of its accuracy!!  To read more about this, visit my fiend Heather's page: http://aspaceoflove.com/astrology.html

Telempathic aLunacy

The following is an rant I had with myself today between desert rainstorms and marketing emails...  I thought I'd share a little of my humorous aLunacy simply for the entertainment value... Here is a tidbit of my trying to figure this whole earth life thing out...processing as it were, but with a lightness that can be felt.

So maybe language isn't always the best way to express oneself.  I feel more expressive when my body is moved by music.. or during the intensity of an eye gazing session.  Words are indeed powerful, yes, but they are diversions from what we are really trying to relay, which I believe is always love.  I feel more telepathic communication from people than I do the words they spew.  When I spend a lot of time with a particular person, I find that I feel their desires and goals in life, if they are activated strongly enough that is.  God willing, I will hold the space in my aura enough to be clean of others' missions and really hone my own.  In case you hadn't noticed, *looks around with a sense of secrecy* We are highly telepathic beings... Just pointing out the obvious.

And now I'd like to debate with myself a bit hereafter rereading these last statements regarding language and words.  Words are a perfectly valid form of expression and sometimes they serve a much greater purpose than a dance or a telempathic glance.  What I am saying will make my reality so...  aren't I using words to relay this message to myself?  How insane can this human psyche get, I mean really... I am very literally arguing with myself in a blog.  This is hilariously bizarre, and I'm going to flow with it.  So now that I've regained my lucidity as a master reality creator, I'd like to make it known to myself that I am aware and conscious of where I place my intellectual footing.  It does not serve one to excessively ramble about the abstract possibilities that exist within the mind.  Instead, it serves to be enlightened.  To meditate and become meditation.  Of course I am not saying in any form that I am enlightened, but I am saying there is a seed that has begun to sprout in my heart that is magnetizing this path to me and me to it.  

 We can talk about ________ all day, but until its become a personal experience, the love vibration of god cannot fully permeate it.  My mind is being fine tuned and prepared for samadhi and beyond everyday, and I feel its presence in my meditations more and more each time.  Twice a day, as the recent Dr. Lenz prescribed.  So get yourself on a healthy diet of meditation and mindfulness, unconditional love and compassion.  You can add some high vibrational food in the mix somewhere, and after digesting, maybe go on a run or do some sit ups.  Feel good about where you are in your life and don't pine for being somewhere else.  Because, it is likely that if you were to come here to usher humanity into your version of light as the proverbial enlightened master, then you would have done so at age 20.  Don't try so hard to be a leader.  Step off that solar plexus a bit to serve and soothe the heart.  You can seek enlightenment, and when you are relaxed enough in your seeking, your teacher will find you.  This treasure hunt of jaguar mentor and enlightened teacher is stirring up some emotions of resentment for the beauty that surrounds you already and the array of counsel you have at your fingertips.  You will find one another in synchronicity and that appointment will be met.  Relax and enjoy the luxury of this timespace hologram you're in.  Its meant to be enjoyed, not looked past as a means to and end.  You already said it, your favorite part about the journey is the journey.  But feeling so human can sometimes be eluding.  Sometimes I feel like I am lost in a fog of unattachment.  Its as though I don't know what I want.  And then I remember..I am re-minded by you.. to sit back down and create the space for god to fill in my meditation.  I remember that I am eternal and that this world is really truly just another dream.

So you (meaning me, talking to myself here) hold the idea of enlightenment in your heart, love it, nurture it and the journey will certainly take you there if you let go, unattached, and enjoy.  The journey is far from serious and far from difficult.  Although, yes, it is not easy to look at this world and love it with your whole heart and have to kiss it goodbye every other passing moment.... but this is possibly the poetry of expanded awareness that Rumi writes of; Because you don't claim any of it.  That as soon as you feel like you've got a handle on it, it slips away, gently and peacefully.  Its not yours to claim.  

As you can see, there is no real form to this rant, because all I did was just let go and my fingers did the rest.  I hope it made some kind of sense, but if it didn't, I don't really mind.  Literally, no mind.

There is still a stream, I'm still rowing gently and merrily and this sure does look a lot like a dream.  <3

Travel Journal: A Retrospective Recap

So I've just returned from two months in Guatemala and Mexico. Traveling parts of Central America was as exhilarating as it was shocking. I was sick on many occasions from the food and the mosquito bites in the jungle. Most of my fellow American travelers that were used to a “Standard American Diet” had no health issues.  I decided that I’d adapt and flow with the culture by eating the way they do.  No meat, but I did put aside my vegan preference for the sake of experience.  What I didn’t really put aside though was my negative judgment.  That was the ultimate doozy.  In transparency and retrospect, the food only made me sick because of my definitions of the quality.  The parasites that my body had not yet built an immunity to were playing a part and doing an intense heavy metal and chemical detox before I left Kansas also left me quite sensitive, in my opinion.  Not weaker, just more sensitive. 

When on the go with only a backpack and a new destination every few days, things get really interesting. There is no such thing as a comfort zone, so you're really forced to put yourself out there, meet people, break language barriers and express. If you haven't already, you learn to really stand your ground because there are some prejudgments about Americans (shocking huh?). So diving into a new cultural psychic sea that I didn’t know a lot about with no refined intention to form my own beliefs separate from others, I naturally - as we humans often do - adopted them at a subconscious level.  I did find that while in Central America, being a telempathic human, I had to do routine cleaning out of belief systems.  (I've come to find that this is a necessary ongoing process for me in my path) When I heard things that did not represent my preferred view of the culture, I just went within and intended to neutralize the statements at a subconscious level.  Not doing this, on occasion, got me into a few “hairy situations” as it were.  But I was able to reclaim my lucidity and bring things back to bliss with the right dose of recognition and remembrance.  

Being back in the states is reintegrating, but I feel like I'm sinking into a comfort zone and what I’ve discovered through experience is that there's really not a whole lot of growth in that state of mind. So I'm leaving Sedona, AZ on Monday for the next adventure, which is a job at an organic farm doing only god knows what.  For my last couple days here, I am redesigning my permission slips (tools we use to reach desired states of being) and recharging my energy for the journey ahead, behind and ongoing.


If you're interested in seeing photos of my journey, visit my facebook page: www.facebook.com/sarah.booty

Star Commander aLuna....Ten-Twentyfour