Spiritual Transmutation

Summer Solstice 2010

Spiritual Transmutation Journal

The spiritual DNA transmutation of an entire family bloodline was suggested by Chung Fu, a teacher following Lao Tse in 400 BPE.  Photo :Pilot Peak with Sequoia and Family Photos

Guests were invited to attend a ceremony of transmutation at the summer solstice, June 21, 2010, 11:23 a.m. PDT, near Pilot Peak in Plumas County, California, on the old Quincy road, now paved, out of La Porte. Marjorie would gather to herself all the family guilt, fear, negativity, anxiety and assorted malevolences and toss them into the flame and the mountain.
“Please encourage your familiar spirits, angels, saints and archangels to attend. Pertinent family names include Briggs, Huntington, Franklin, Wheatley, Orriel, Reaume, Gifford, Hastings, Gordon, Ward, Basted and more. 
Friendly spirits are welcome to attend this event and if corporeal, dress warmly.”

Summer Solstice 2010 The Ritual
   
            We selected our spot on the shoulder of Pilot Peak and set the date for transmutation of Marjorie's entire bloodline to June 21, 2010. The project derived from Chung Fu's assurance that I had acquired enough spiritual strength to effect a transformation to freedom of all my ancestors and all my progeny, to release the whole tribe from flaws in our spiritual genetics.
            David and I  began gathering photographs of as many progeny and ancestors as possible and making a bulletin board collection. I had agreed to take on all the family mischief and karmic negativities personally and to transmute them all to cosmic freedom.
            These negativities manifested as soon as I started my project and for a few weeks I, and people I communicated with regularly--our supportive kids and medical personnel-- were uncertain whether I would stay alive long enough to do my work. First, I had finagled my way into the good graces of two estranged progeny and as soon as that happened, I started having crises. I went to the bank and coming out, I got pitched out of my new power wheelchair onto my head. That resulted in a terrific shiner and a badly bruised body that gradually turned purple, then yellow. This was April 20 and our 17th wedding anniversary was April 24. No way could I turn up at a fancy restaurant with my ever-gracious husband looking like a spousal abuser. I couldn't eat anyway for nearly a week.
             I recovered enough to enjoy Mother's Day with all my surviving grandchildren and restored daughter. That same day, my errant son initiated contact, saying he had forgiven me, and thanking me for the transmutation ritual. That night brought my first nosebleed. We were able to staunch the flow with pressure and pads, but next day, after David left for an appointment I started bleeding hard, tried all our remedies, failed and called my flashing lights taxi to the hospital, 35 miles down the hill. I lost a pint of blood and lots of protein, energy and iron.
            My primary care physician explained I was between a rock and a hard place. Persistent atrial fibrillations called for coumadin to avoid clots and strokes, but with fibrillations I needed to forego coumadin to avoid bleeding. So I switched to Plavix and had a TIA right away, which I ignored as soon as my mind and words started coming clear again and I released the emergency personnel.
            While collecting spirits and ancestors I kept running into known angels and spirits such as Paramahansa Yogananda, who had visited me long after I moved to the hills in 1974. While gathering  all these beings, I started getting confused about who was a friendly spirit and who was an ancestor needing rectifying. My grandmother, Alice, was certainly an angel, for example, then I realized it wouldn't matter which category anyone fit. We're all the same cloth. Me included. We melded.
            Our day began warm, clear and calm. We'd had snow late in May and didn't know how high we might go. Voyage of discovery. We started from home, at 2300 ft. elevation. Our dogwood was all faded and gone but above 4000 ft. it was back in big white saucers, then the tiny yellow star irises that we have in white. Lots of downed trees higher up and small ones still bent from heavy snow, trying to rise. Plenty of big trees were broken off near their tops. David knew the road well as he had commuted for a time to teach at La Porte at 5000 ft.  The sky got bluer and cleaner as we rose and we caught glimpses of Pilot Peak, little snow on it, but plenty on Mount Lassen to the north. Up our own road the deciduous trees were gone after La Porte, though at other places we would find quaking aspens at the same elevation.
            We passed our chosen site, we both had the same in mind, and David told me. I thought we should push on but some instinct told me emphatically to listen to David. Surprisingly, I did, and we went back to the right place. David lighted the candles right away to welcome the spirits, in the car. I didn't get out as there wasn't time, already 11:20, solstice at 11:23 and I didn't feel strong enough to attempt it.
Not so our 90 pound malamute.  Sequoia is an elderly lady like me with arthritis but she stepped right out and dipped into the snowmelt running by the van. Feet only, she loves to wade but not to swim and wet her whole body.
            David got out our bulletin board with ancestors and progeny.  He found John and Eliza Orriel at the last minute and pinned them on. John was a member of Irish parliament and they had fine art portraits made, evidently by a student of Sir Joshua Reynolds.
 Chung Fu Glyph on Pilot Peak Slate
  I adapted an old Chung Fu mantra of mine and used "you" instead of "I", and David repeated after me: “I am complete within myself, I am perfect within myself. I am happy and satisfied within my self, I am one with all life within me. I am free, I am free. Every part of me moves, every part of me motivates. Every part is a part of all kinds of movement within my life. Now, as I sit here, I open for all cosmic energy to enter my body and to activate all those things that have needed activation. I am a poised, positive, powerful, prosperous, productive and healthy individual. All my needs are met.”
            David and I breathed in our higher selves slowly and with each exhale, whooshed out my family transgressions. Long inhale to a slow count of five and then our loud whooooshes into the candle flame and the mountain.
            We were plenty warm enough without stuff to bundle up in. The sun was hot and melted the candles on the dashboard. Sky an amazing blue, it held only two puffy small clouds and we took a few pictures. I couldn't get my feet flat on the ground for direct contact with earth, only the car floorboards, but David lent me his earth contact by extension. No messages came that I could recognize but I read Chung Fu instructions aloud so interested parties could follow them at leisure.
         “From the divine mother, the love comes pouring through me to you. Love from the source, love that is devoid on any negativity,  that contains only pure positive essence of the Living Spirit. It pours through me and I am ever filled, I am ever filled from the source. From this eternal source, I set up anew these communication lines. I make new choices within these bloodlines, I who am the matriarch. I, who am the eldest upon this earth plane, I stand here, and I draw back the wounds of the ancestors from this bloodline and from all members, and I commit these wounds to the earth and to the fire. I let go entirely of all this content. I bring it out of the grandchildren and I fill all of my bloodline with the love from my higher self, with forgiveness and mercy, with generosity and compassion.”
             We were home by 2 PM, after stopping by the PO to find a check, both of us exhausted. My medical and home support team is hovering closely and finding favorable results, e.g. my carotid arteries are both cleaner. We had a very satisfying day and I for one am glad to have the experience behind me. I honestly believe we did it right as far as we were able and all the rest is come-what-may. We are confident any results will be beneficial to somebody.
Marjorie Giles June 24, 2010


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Transmutation of a bloodline

Marjorie Giles’s reading with Chung Fu took place by telephone with Sally Pullinger in Glastonbury, UK. Chung Fu reported that Marjorie had evolved from pain and loneliness to equilibrium and the power to change things. As the eldest of her family she was then assigned the role of matriarch to her entire bloodline, all her ancestors and progeny. She was to accept the negativity that had been plaguing the bloodline for eons, take it into herself and then transmute it, replacing negativity with cosmic love and setting the whole tribe free to evolve without the karmic negativity.

You are invited to attend a ceremony of transmutation on June 21, 2010, 11:23 a.m. PST, at Pilot's Peak in Plumas/Sierra Counties, California. Marjorie will gather to herself all the family guilt, fear, negativity, anxiety and assorted malevolences and toss them into the fire and the mountain. Please encourage your familiar spirits, angels, saints and archangels to attend. Pertinent family names include Briggs, Huntington, Franklin, Wheatley, Orriel, Reaume, Gifford, Hastings, Gordon, Ward, Basted and more.
Friendly spirits are welcome to attend this event and if corporeal, dress warmly.

Chung Fu resurfaced

Under the Plum Tree, The Tao of Everything by Chung Fu, edited by Marjorie B. Giles is well underway for celebrating our 21st year of Inkwell partnership. To this end we contacted Sally Pullinger in Glastonbury, Somerset, UK, who is now channeling Chung Fu, replacing Marshall Lever, who was Giles' first contact with CF.

Marjorie had a consultation with Chung Fu in November, 2009 and asked early on, Did you tell me to write that book? (UPlum)

"Yes, I did," said Chung Fu and thanked me for "collaborating" with him. He also hoped to reconnect with other students of the 1970s. I think of Sandra Stoddard, Jeanne Vessard, Paul Block, Agnes Hilman, Madge Elliott (deceased).