Every year, right at the edge of the calendar turning over, we gather for something that has become equal parts tradition, adventure, and high-frequency reconnaissance mission: the annual “Looking At…” livestream call with yours truly, Inelia Benz.

If you’re new here: welcome!If you’ve been with me for years: yes, we’re doing it again, and yes, you know to bring your cup of tea, some snacks, your notebook, and this year possibly a seatbelt.

This December 31st, 2025, we’ll be doing what we’ve done for almost a decade now. We are looking at the global plans, frequencies, trends, surprises, and opportunities waiting for us in 2026. And if history is any indication… it’s going to be both illuminating and unnervingly accurate.

A Quick Flip Through the Archives

Some of you remember the early years of these calls, when it was just me, a mic, and a radio host asking, “so, Inelia… what can you see for next year?”

From there it grew into a yearly ritual.Then a community event.Then a “you better do this call, Inelia, or else!”

I am not sure what the “or else” is about, never bothered to ask. Maybe this is a question I will ask Larry and the Wisdom Keeper panelists during our drivingtotherez.com podcast :)

Every year, we’ve covered everything from energetic shifts and geo-social trends, to personal sovereignty waves, to those delightful timeline hiccups that only make sense six months later.

And—let’s be honest—sometimes we’ve said things that sounded more than a little insane at the time… only to watch them unfold precisely, dramatically, and occasionally with popcorn-worthy timing. Remember the nanobot filled needles going into arms by their own hands, one? Talk about crazy. Not crazy. Real. And deadly.

Last Year’s Call: Looking at 2025

Ah yes. The Dec 2024 call was about 2025. Remember that one?

We talked about:

* 1. Politics

* 2. ETs, UFOs and religion

* 3. Covid & jabs

* 4. AI

* 5 Finances

* 6. Mystical seeings

* 7. Miscellaneous

* 8. Cards (Yes I do a card reading for the year to come)

And then 2025 very politely said: “Hold my tea while I...”

I’ve received so many messages this year from people saying things like:

“Inelia, HOW did you know?”“That thing you mentioned? It happened exactly like that.”“I literally made a major life decision because of what came through on the call.”“When the crisis you mentioned hit, it didn’t affect me because I knew what it was really about.”

Which is why I always remind you—these calls aren’t predictions, prophecies, or doom scrolls.They’re what our human collective is planning during this world split. The plans are carried out and how it affects us personally is all down to understanding what is happening. The real reasons behind the news items. Some of the plans have been implemented for decades. Some are brand new. The plans from the dark-side are loud and obvious when they come about, but the ones from the light? Not so loud. Just a rumbling under our feet, pushing us to take responsibility for the job we came here to do.

Think of it as checking the weather before we go for a hike, but for reality itself. Rain won’t stop your hike, but you will wear rain gear and won’t get soaked. And have a great time.

Why This Year Is a Big One

2026 isn’t a small year.It isn’t a filler year.And it isn’t a “just keep doing what you’re doing and hope for the best” year. It is not a year you can enter unprepared.

No.

2026 is a pivot point—one of those years where the work we’ve been doing, individually and collectively, starts showing up in visible, tangible, no-more-excuses ways. If we prepare for it, we will have huge results at the physical level of reality.

This upcoming live call will explore things like:

* Where the split’s trajectory is heading (and where it’s wobbling)

* The high-frequency opportunities ready to anchor and how to do it

* The places where awakened individuals need to pay attention to and what to do about them.

* What’s dissolving

* What’s rising

* And where your personal power plugs directly into the global momentum

* No spoilers here… but if you’ve ever wanted a clearer map, this is the year to have one.

As tradition dictates, I will be taking a look at both the dark/light side of the split as well as the light side and what we can do to both accelerate the split and solidify our light in the physical Universe.

Why You Should Join Live

Could you watch the replay? Of course.But the live call has a different frequency to it—because you are part of shaping it. All my calls are dictated by what energies the audience brings. This is not an unknown. The more people in the call, the broader the seeing can become. So, don’t be a passive listener of the recording when it pop up in my store, but an active participant of the live call itself.

The group energy always influences what the WE chooses to highlight. Did I mention that his year the WE will be more active during the call?

Questions asked, topics requested, shifts in the field… all of it adjusts the information in real time.

Plus, starting the new year in a high-frequency container with a global community? Not a bad way to say goodbye to the old timelines and “hello, 2026, we see you.”

And - yes, we will absolutely keep it practical. You’ll walk into 2026 with clarity, confidence, and a sense of “I’ve got this… and I know where I’m going.”

Join Us on December 31st, 2025

Make yourself comfortable. Prepare your favorite drink. Open the door to a whole new year with intention, awareness, and connection.

This is one of my favorite gatherings of the entire year, and with 2026 being the pivot it is… you’ll want to be there, live, on the line, with us.

Let’s look at 2026 together — clearly, consciously, and with just the right amount of humour.

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This week, something unusual happened. Larry and I were listening to a major podcast when the guest began describing a military man who remembered being recruited at age 13 — into a psychic program no one was supposed to know about.

It echoed the very material I’ve disclosed in Team Whisper and Interview with a Psychic Assassin.

He wasn’t in the base I had been in, but his story matched the structure, purpose, and technology: the weaponization of psychic abilities, intelligence-gathering work, and mind-wipe protocols.

What interested me even more is why this is surfacing now… and how tightly it’s being woven into the UFO disclosure agenda.

This year has already matched the “Looking Ahead” markers, and 2026 is lining up fast.

Larry and I listened to a podcast where a known documentarian was sharing his journey during his most recent documentary about UFOs (or as they like to call them, UAPs now). Near the end of his interview, he mentioned a particular military man who had started to recall having been recruited into military service at age 13, which in the USA is illegal.

“I think they are talking about Team Whisper,” Larry said.

“It sure sounds like it,” I answered.

Of course, Team Whisper is a novel, so there was no way he was part of it. But what Larry was referring to was the real-life recruitment and weaponization of psychic children around the world.

I have addressed this issue in two of my novels, Team Whisper and Interview with a Psychic Assassin. They are both revelatory of what has been happening to many kids around the world.

The interviewee didn’t mention the military man’s name, but he did mention that there would be a memoir published by him under a pen name, “xxxx”.

Having a physical (or digital) rendering of his story, and a name — even though it is not his real name — I was able to scan for the military man and found him.

A couple of things became obvious. He did not appear to be in the same base I had been at as a kid.

Oh, did I tell you that those novels are based on real-world events?

However, even though he was not in the same base, it appears that he was indeed part of a similar organization and had very similar aims and goals — the goal being the weaponization of psychic abilities.

His branch appeared to be more on the intelligence-gathering side of things: Remote Viewing, bilocation, expansion of awareness, and correct interpretation of data.

One of the interesting parts of this whole thing was that he also left at 17 and was recruited later, as an adult, into the conventional military. It was also interesting that he and his relatives were mind-wiped when his childhood participation was over.

The reason he started having memories return was because he had a medical condition that affected his brain. When he checked with his mother, she confirmed that his father had taken him into the military at age 13. He also found documentation in his father’s old things to support his returning memories.

For me, it was interesting that this kind of revelation is coming out right now on major mainstream outlets. Yes, the podcast was from a show with millions of listeners around the world.

When I looked at it, and at how it had been tightly wrapped into the UFO disclosure programs, it made me wonder about how this is all going to look in 2026. For sure, this year of 2025 has had all the main points we looked at during our Looking Ahead call, including more mainstream revelations around UFOs and clear links to fear, religion, and the Larger Earth.

In my books Team Whisper and Interview with a Psychic Assassin, I disclosed the types of connections the organizations that recruit children have with what we call ETs and their technology.

Just a reminder: make sure to sign up for our second hour, the Wisdom Keeper Hour, to access the “Looking at 2026” call on the 31st of December 2025.

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PTSD is said to be a pandemic all over the world. Although a lot of what doctors diagnose as PTSD is for profit, as in to sell medication, a great deal of it is also real.

If past trauma keeps looping and affecting you in your life, this might be the most important thing you read today.

Your soul has its reasons — and they’re not what you are usually told or in any way a positive reason. For example, I have heard many people say that their trauma happened to make them a better person and to learn positive lessons in their life. These are untruths taught to them to accept negativity. The soul’s reason is much more basic than that.

This does not mean you have PTSD. The symptoms of PTSD are severe and very intrusive affecting your life over everything else. The majority of the population is experiencing stress and anxiety, not PTSD. However, this article will help you either way and will give you tools to deal with what needs to be resolved at this time, no matter the intensity of the issue.

Here is my attention, though: many lightworkers experienced heavy trauma in this lifetime. This happened because they stepped into a warzone. Now, it is time to release all those traumas. There are a couple of ways a person might drop their traumas. One pretty dramatic way some will try is to drop the life they are in — meaning, die — and start again, but that comes with the very high possibility that they will bring all their traumas back with them in their next life. There are, thankfully, other ways. One way is to work through the hurt and get to the other side of the trauma or PTSD.

Here is the thing: even though there should be no difference between healing a small hurt and healing a trauma that causes PTSD using the fear processing exercise, there is a big anchor created through those traumatic experiences that the body and soul hold on to and resist dissolving. This body and soul resistance is what makes a trauma take so much time and effort to dissolve. Small hurts are not held on to by the soul.

I was very surprised that this dynamic exists when it comes to big trauma. Why would a soul hold on to it? What is the reason behind it? I can understand, to a certain degree, why a body might hold on to a trauma — but a soul? Why would a soul resist dissolving or removing a big trauma?

I ask these questions not to psychoanalyze or create theories or explanations. I ask them because I want to shed light on this dynamic. As we let the light within rise and become form, we cannot hold onto trauma — we must release it. If we hold on to it, it will hurt physically and energetically, as it causes a point of resistance in the flow of light energy.

My life has been overly traumatic. The experiences I had from before I was born all the way to adulthood were, by all accounts, extreme in the negative sense. Although they disabled me to a large degree in my capacity to function in this life, I managed to get through life anyway.

The fear-processing exercise was a tremendous help in 2006. It helped me go from waking up every day in a state of absolute terror and petrified with fear (a normal PTSD symptom), which would take hours to overcome before I was able to move my body out of bed, to waking up with just some harsh memories and thoughts. It helped me go from extreme vigilance and scanning for attacks and dangers every moment of every day to a background stress and tension of dread. The processing exercise also helped me see the lighter side of life and recognize darkworkers better so I could stop interacting with them.

Overall, this exercise made a massive difference in my life. I can say that I am now more functional than the great majority of the human race who have gone through trauma. For example, other people who have gone through harsh circumstances are riddled with addictions and incapacity to function on a daily basis. Many are dead, having committed suicide.

But that’s not enough.

During our workshop at the Shamanshack this year, we explored a cleansing method to deal with deep, dark programs and bundles of energy — some that we may have carried from lifetime to lifetime. This sets us up for many physical, energetic, and soul-level benefits.

Then I finished and released the class The Source Code of Manifestation: Unlocking the Quantum Core of Creation. This class brings us to a place where we cannot hold onto any type of hurt or trauma if we choose to achieve the goal we came here with: to embody the light paradigm on Earth. This class requires a large level of commitment.

Unfortunately for me, this meant that all the trauma I had put aside for “later” — because “it wasn’t affecting me that badly” — now has to be addressed. As the light started rising through me and taking form, I felt a great deal of pain in my physical body. Knowing that pain during light flow means resistance, it became clear that this was not something I could ignore. It is like ignoring chronic physical pain. You can do it and you can function normally — I know, because I lived that way for many years — but it’s not truly dealt with . And you are definitely not functioning from your highest potential, but only a faint image of your true self.

So how come there is such a resistance by the soul and body to remove the big pain?

Spiritual traditions and modern psychology show us several aspects that contribute to this. The core of the issue is fear. The body and soul lock into survival and protection mode on a permanent basis, bundling that damaging experience and making sure it doesn’t happen again. The situations that created the trauma can be so complex and varied that a person becomes a walking danger detector. Hypervigilance, stress, fear, and negativity then abound.

In the light/dark paradigm, the type of situations that caused deep trauma are considered normal even though there is nothing normal or common about them. However, as we start to let the light within rise and take form those layers of fear and protection bundles become highly incompatible. They hurt physically and often mentally, energetically, and emotionally. On the one hand, the body and soul are in protection mode; on the other, the energy cannot easily pass through those low-frequency modes, so it causes pain. The body and soul then increase the resistance because “obviously” the layer of protection is not strong enough — and so the spiral continues. Generally this will end the light from rising, lead to dropping your purpose for incarnating and firewalling or avoiding healing. Massive resistance comes up to stop the pain by stopping the apparent cause. But we can’t stop, as light working light beings stop allowing the light to rise and take form. We just can’t.

One of the interesting aspects is that usually at this level of engagement — where fear and stress are involved — only the body is engaged. However, with trauma, the soul is also engaged. When we see this, we must remember that the awareness level of our soul is at the viewpoint of the singular self. The oversoul (higher self) is not involved. And a singular-level soul can and does carry a subtle body of experiences, desires, and programs from moment to moment and life to life. It desires survival, and combined with the body’s survival imperative, these form a compounded lump of energy stuck in our field and bodies. This affects every single one of our bodies (emotional, ego, physical, energy, and mental).

I separate the bodies to make working with them easier. When we work on strengthening each body, it so happens that we also affect all the others. Because in truth, none of them are separate from each other. Not even the soul is separate from our physical body in all its expressions, but tethered to it — affecting it and being affected by it.

My article would not be complete without me providing a path to solving the issue. So how do we convince the body and soul that all is well? That the danger is over and we can now chill and relax? That we can stop being hypervigilant and stressed?

Continue using my fear and stress processing exercises. These will help no matter what level of hurt you are experiencing. Also use the exercises and the music in The Source Code of Manifestation: Unlocking the Quantum Core of Creation class. In fact, stop listening to any music with degraded lyrics and replace it with high frequency light filled music like what I have created at ineliarecords.com.

And if you are carrying PTSD-level hurt, be gentle, get help in a form that truly heals your soul/body relationship and doesn’t just hide the symptoms — and if you feel any burning or pain in your bodies, slow down as you allow the light within to rise and take form. Be kind to yourself. Know and understand that you are healing and need more TLC (tender loving care) than you normally would. Stay on track and know that this too will pass.

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Today I wrapped the final recording of my brand-new class, THE SOURCE CODE OF MANIFESTATION: Unlocking the Quantum Core of Creation — and let me tell you, this one took me places.

Working with WE-level awareness (my expanded consciousness) is always powerful, but translating that level of information into human words? That’s endurance training. It’s exhilarating, full of aha moments, radically expansive… and also the kind of work that melts your brain in the best possible way.

This class came through differently than anything I’ve ever created before. I had to develop new ways to translate, structure, proof, and refine WE information without diluting it. Thankfully, new tools helped me review the text and polish the audio without losing a single thread of meaning.

We’re also including a companion workbook edited by Dr. Kara Consigli to help you absorb, integrate, and apply the teachings.

And as a bonus, you’ll get a brand-new manifestation chant recording — designed to bypass limiting programs entirely so you can get straight to manifesting LIGHT FORMS on Earth.

Even writing about this class puts me in an altered state. The information itself has a frequency — and reality bends a little when you work at this depth. (Typing coherently becomes optional.)

One of the most surprising parts?

Realizing how much information surrounds us every moment… information about the physical universe, the non-physical realms, and even beyond the universe, which we normally can’t perceive at all.

Most manifestation teachings stop at thoughts, feelings, and beliefs.This class goes past all of that. It goes to the level where reality is written.

You’ll learn how to:

* Access the quantum substrate beneath physical reality

* Identify the “lines of code” that generate your experience

* Rewrite them consciously

* Remove the darkness that blocks effortless creation

* Connect with the source point of manifestation — a living, intelligent field that responds instantly to your frequency

I’ll be talking more about this on our podcast at DrivingToTheRez.com, where Larry and the panelists will also share how they’ve begun applying this source-level work in their own lives.

Their experiences alone are worth listening to — and they bring angles and insights that even surprised me.

Ready for the deep dive?

Click over to the podcast and join the conversation.

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What do crystals, fossils, stunning sunsets, black magic, demons and insanity have in common?

Our drive to Colorado does.

It started as a simple trip — one week or so in Delta,Co., including driving time because we were scheduled to present at a Sasquatch conference in Beaver, Wa. immediately on our return. Larry and I had found a piece of land in Colorado that was stunning: acres of desert mesa beauty covered in selenite crystals, ancient fossils, and wide open sky. But to make it ours, we stepped into something else entirely.

The land we originally purchased was not empty. It is 40 acres, half of which when looked upon resembles a moonscape pristine and majestic alluring and entrancing, yet look the other direction, and it was sprinkled in abandoned squatters encampments — people living in tents, and improvised shacks, surrounded by hills of garbage, abandoned vehicles, and the unmistakable residue of drugs and dark practices. It wasn’t just a physical mess. The entire area felt thick, like a psychic swamp.

Yet, the power and the message from the land was very clear: clean me.

This started a line of questions and inquiries for Larry and me because it did not make much sense for our lives. Yes, the whole thing came about because we bought land and wanted to hold in person events there — yet the view was massively and negatively impacted by the encampments, not exactly the ideal backdrop for a gathering.

We wondered how to fence off or hide the view of the encampments — maybe trees, or a very big fence — so our guests would not be subjected to the negative view. Little did we realize then that the negativity was not just in the view; the people there were drug addicts and black magic practitioners. It was a classic case of buying a slice of paradise then finding out your neighbors are 100% incompatible with your enjoyment of that paradise. Something not unlike the present split in reality we are cocreating this very moment more broadly. Some things are simply incompatible with each other. Period.

But that realization came some time later.

Some months ago, one of our neighbors told us that the parcel covered in black magic and detritus was for sale through a foreclosure sale. Larry and I looked at our finances and bought it. After the sheriff’s sale, we believed the previous owners and their guests would become compelled to leave and we would have clean, clear land with some clean up perhaps to conduct.

Nope. They dug in, and we had to spend months and thousands of dollars in litigation to clear them out. Apparently, landowners in Colorado have a huge burden and many hoops to clearing their land from individuals with any claim whatsoever to being present. Once cleared, trespassing is very strongly enforced with very serious consequences, but give, as in give permission at any point, even in a limited manner, and that can quickly be construed as permission to inhabit which then requires a long process to rescind.

As we arrived there for our week visit, I remember standing there the first day, watching the wind shimmer through the crystals on the ground while the smell of decay and burnt plastic rose from piles of trash. Light and shadow, beauty and horror, coexisting within the same few acres of land. I thought it would be a quick cleanup because the eviction process was set and it was just a matter of the sheriff coming over and getting the squatters to leave the land.

I was wrong.

The Land of Paradox

There’s something surreal about seeing selenite glinting in the sunlight beside syringes and blackened fire pits. The land itself seemed to whisper — “Clean me.” It was both sacred and deep. Ancient. Yet, the surface was anything but.

Larry and I sat down to discuss why Gaia — the land and the human collective — wanted it cleaned. After all, what does it matter to Gaia if those people and garbage stay there? After a million years, nothing would be left of them. A million years ago everything there was blown to smithereens by the largest volcanic eruption on the continent creating the flat topped mesa 100’s of square miles in size, which is just the base of this gigantic mountain that is no more. Another million years ago the entirety was submerged at the bottom of an ocean of water. So a few people? What’s the biggie, besides it was nasty to experience in our present, a dark to our light. But the message came in stronger every day: no one was allowed to stay, and no garbage was allowed to stay either.

We visited the sheriff’s office to find out what we were supposed to do, and they were very clear that for the process to be legal, we had to be present. Physically stay and be there for the entire process to be legal and complete. Otherwise, it would be cancelled and would need to begin over again from the beginning.

Oops… We might not make our sasquatch event commitment…

The eviction date was not the one stated in the judgment. We had to wait two days after that date, then get a writ for the sheriff, who would then post eviction notices, and after ten more days, go to the land to evict them. After that, the people would get another day to get all their stuff out.

Not only that, but the eviction process itself was complex. It required us to go into all the structures where people were living — RVs, mobile homes, and so on — and remove absolutely everything that was not nailed to the ground, floor, or ceiling… by hand, and place it in an area they could later access

Yup, we were told we had to move all the items by hand. There were deadlines, county notices, and an eviction process already in motion. On paper, it looked straightforward. In reality, what those people had in their living accommodations was the stuff of nightmares. The rooms were filled from floor to ceiling with garbage, scrap metal, dirty laundry and dishes, and so much more — including drug needles and black magic sigils on the floors, walls, and ceilings.

And then came the energy of resistance. The people living there didn’t want to leave. They begged, lied, cast spells, called the sheriff, their own lawyers, and called upon spirits — sometimes all in the same day. They wept and they cursed. It wasn’t just about losing a camp; it was about a dark collective trying to hold on to territory, both physical and energetic.

At night, I could feel the field pulsing — fear, anger, confusion, war. Each morning, I’d wake determined to face it again, and each night, I’d fall into bed emotionally drained, my nervous system fried.

The Human Vessel of Darkness

It’s easy to think of “squatters” as a faceless problem. But once you meet them, you realize they’re human vessels of darkness — fragments of the collective human psyche acting out low-frequency patterns: aggression, anger, suffering, indulgence, righteousness. Each one carried archetypes: the lost healer, the trickster, the wanderer, the wounded child, the demon, the mage.

Some were kind, some dangerous, some clearly caught in deep delusion. A few believed the land was “theirs by divine right.” Others just wanted to stick it to the man. I couldn’t help but feel pity for their choices — but pity alone wasn’t enough.

One of the sheriff’s deputies told us to be careful — that these people had months to get organized and leave, and they hadn’t. They would try to get us to let them stay longer, but if we agreed, the entire legal process we had gone through would be invalidated.

For most lightworkers, the hardest part is learning where compassion ends and enabling begins. Sometimes love wears the face of firmness. Saying “no” to darkness is not a rejection of humanity — it’s a kindness and an affirmation of truth.

This was one of the most important things to keep in mind for this trip: staying loving without becoming naïve, staying clear without becoming aggressive or overwhelmed.

Still, leading up to the eviction date, our bodies took a toll — both emotionally and physically.

And then, our allies rallied around us.

Yes — four of our Driving to the Rez panelists, plus our friend Teo, traveled over a thousand miles to help us clean not just the new land, but also the previous property, which still had garbage and negative energies from the previous year when we had purchased it.

They arrived in two RVs, with their pet dogs, garbage bags, gloves, and other equipment to get the job done. And did they ever!

They arrived a few days before the eviction date and got to work. We also had an amazing time hunting for desert-grown selenite crystals, fossils, agates, jasper, and petrified wood.

At night, we gathered to skywatch in the desert and saw multiple planes, satellites, and yes — UFOs!

The Eviction Day Arrived

The sheriff’s deputies arrived on time, calm and professional. The county representatives were kind, responsive, and genuinely concerned. The neighbors offered tools, advice, and hands.

It was as if the universe had organized a living example of collective light-in-action. Where I expected bureaucracy, I found compassion. Where I expected to be overwhelmed, I found help.

It reminded me that humanity is not lost. The system — often criticized for its lack of empathy — became, in this case, a framework through which order, safety, and clarity could flow.

It wasn’t “us versus them.” It was all of us bringing a corner of reality back into coherence.

Larry and I met the sheriff’s deputies at the road and decided to evict the trailers scattered throughout the land first. As it happened, the people had already left, but they had left their trailers and a lot of items inside them. We left our helpers back at our other parcel until we were sure those people were gone; they had become aggressive in previous days, and we didn’t want to risk anyone’s safety.

We had employed a moving company that specialized in evictions. They said they would empty the buildings, place everything on the doorway, and then we had to move it away to a designated area where the squatters then had 24 hours to collect it.

Two big, strong men arrived to empty the trailers and buildings, and Larry got to work with them.

Then it was time for the big mobile homes. The sheriff told the people to leave the building, and they did so without a fuss. We called our friends, and they came over to start getting everything from the doorway out into the land where the squatters could then pick through it and take whatever they wanted. For 24 hours, all that stuff was still theirs.

It took about eight hours non-stop to remove all the items from the two mobile homes. The residents were hoarders — like the worst nightmare show on TV, but worse. Looking back, if our friends had not come, we would have taken several days to finish the job.

All I could do was watch and hold space, as before we left for Colorado I had broken my ankle and was not able to move much or stand on it.

The Weight of Negativity

Despite all the help, the experience took a toll. The level of emotional and mental pressure was something I hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t just the logistics; it was the energetic density. The constant whining, as the adults played victims and painted us as aggressors, was exhausting.

There was a young boy, around fifteen years old, who lived in that mess. Quite honestly, he was the most positive and helpful of the entire group.

My emotional body felt inflamed and overstretched. My mental field would spin with intrusive thoughts and worries that weren’t ours. At times I’d stare at the situation, wondering how so much darkness could exist in one place.

One of the pieces of guidance I had received before eviction day was to realize that this was not about those people. They chose to stay where they didn’t belong and to live in that type of situation. Gaia and the human collective did not want them there, and we were facilitating their exit. They will be fine and continue with their choices no matter where they go.

Remember, this is our land now. As a matter of fact, they went to live at a much larger property with others who have the same lifestyle. We know this because, in the following week, we helped them take a lot of their stuff to the new land. They were not unhappy. On the contrary.

It reminded me that in the light paradigm, darkness is literally not allowed to exist. Cruelty, addiction, co-dependent behavior, and black magic — all these things are not allowed to exist in our lives. Therefore, as we now owned the land, all those energies, and the people who carried them, had to leave.

But why? I still wondered.

Well, if you know my work, you’ll know about the connection between power and land — and perhaps the Mapuche concept of the Rewe (pronounced “ewe,” though not spelled that way).

I asked Gaia, why is it so important to own this land in Colorado and to clean it? We have our home in Washington State, and we have the Shamanashack and our collective land at Fossil Beach — so what is significant about the properties in Colorado?

The answer came — fascinating, but not yet fully understood. The answer was: “The land in Colorado is a Rewe reservoir.”

A reservoir of power? And if so, how do we access it?

Well, the people there were using it for darkness. The Rewe was not fully activated, as no one knew how to do it — which was a good thing.

So that was the reason for the removal of the people and the garbage that was encrusted on the land.

It was not until everyone left and removed their claims that I pulled a couple of cards to get guidance on the land, and two things happened. One of them was that the power came out from inside the land and rose through my spine into the world — to take form.

Just a note here: the sentence “The light inside rises and becomes form” will be fully explained in my next class, The Source Code of Manifestation: Unlocking the Quantum Core of Creation, which you can pre-orde here: “The Source Code of Manifestation”

Sanity in the Midst of Insanity

To stay sane, I had to practice extreme diligence. Every day began with grounding, breathing, and re-centering in presence. I’d remind myself: observe, don’t absorb.

When fear, in the shape of stress, tried to creep in, I observed it as an external weather system. When exhaustion hit, I found small moments of beauty — the fossil of a shell glinting from the dirt, the way the setting sun turned the desert gold and purple, the laughter of a friend helping load the truck.

The secret wasn’t escaping the insanity. It was standing as the still point within it. Each day became an exercise in applied awareness — all the while allowing the inner light to rise and become form.

What I understood is that true mastery is not theory or information only. We need to apply it for it to help — to use it in the mud, under pressure, surrounded by chaos, when the only thing holding us together is our choice to stay conscious and respond instead of react.

The Turning Point

When the final eviction was over, I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt relief — and a strange sadness. That evening, a deep silence settled over the land. For the first time, I could hear the desert breathe again. Not just that, but I could feel myself and the desert breathing together.

Our friends left after the squatters moved on. It still took a few extra days for the garbage to be hauled away, and beneath it all, the land revealed herself: ancient, raw, luminous. The selenite caught the morning light like tiny galaxies embedded in stone.

A one-week trip had turned into a month-long marathon. The journey wasn’t about property or cleanup — it was about embodiment, boundaries, and the split within consciousness. The human collective, represented by the county, the sheriff, the neighbors, and our small team, had come together to restore coherence.

It was proof that light doesn’t fight darkness — it simply holds a strong presence and boundaries for darkness to dissolve and move on. We were not friends, not acquaintances not cocreators with them, we were not enemies, conquerors, warriors pitted against each other, we were the light and only light.

The Teaching from the Land

Looking back, the land was the real teacher. The selenite — a stone of clarity, healing, and cleansing — wasn’t just in the soil. It was in the experience. The fossils whispered of time, endurance, and the slow patience of existence.

The entire ordeal mirrored humanity’s current split: ancient wisdom buried under layers of distortion, now rising to the surface to be seen and healed.

The most impinging realization for me was how much stress the human body and mind can endure when we forget to stay centered — and how quickly peace returns when we do.

In the end, sacredness wasn’t found in the crystals or fossils, but in the discipline of staying clear and kind when the world around us spins in chaos and tries to engage us in victim–aggressor blame and fear.

The land wanted us to stay, and the work was not done yet. There were still piles of garbage and structures on the land that needed to be dealt with, but Larry and I put our foot down and drove home. Surprisingly, our trips usually take twice as long as the GPS tells us, but this time, instead of three days, it only took two.

Who stayed behind finishing the cleaning of the land, garbage collection, and more was our friend and neighbor Jay. He sent us a video yesterday and we could not believe the change. All that is left are the mobile homes and a shed — nothing salvageable but things the squatters want back, and if they are able to figure out a way to get them off the land, we will work with them to do it.

And yes — there’s so much more to this story. The adventure, the people, the strange synchronicities, and the laughter that kept us human through it all. Even three guys on electric bikes going up and down adobe hills! Teo fell a few times, but it didn’t stop him.

To hear the full story from Larry’s and my perspective and to find out what an adobe hill is, listen to this week’s episode of Driving to the Rez.

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This week on Driving to the Rez, we’re sharing a true story that sounds almost too wild to be true.

It started with a stunning piece of land in the Colorado desert - raw, powerful, and shimmering with natural selenite and ancient fossils. But when Larry and I arrived, the scene was anything but peaceful. The property was covered in squatters, black magic, debris, and an eviction order that required everything to be cleared by hand, in just a few hours.

Overwhelmed? That’s an understatement. But what happened next transformed an impossible cleanup into an unforgettable adventure. Five people - Fred, Dr. Kara, Iliana, Teodor, and Ashley - each received their own nudge from the universe and drove over 1,000 miles to meet us there.

Why would anyone take that kind of trip? What called them to the Colorado desert? And how did it all unfold once they arrived?

What started as a desperate cleanup became a living lesson in manifestation, teamwork, and the magic that unfolds when people follow their inner knowing.

From dusty RV convoys to laughter and UFOs under the desert stars, this episode reveals how even the most challenging circumstances can turn into an adventure- and how a group of friends transformed chaos into clarity.

✨ Don’t miss this inspiring real-life adventure.

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Note: This is a rerun of Episode 221

I am writing this article and podcasting about it from our RV which is parked in a 49 acre parcel of land in Colorado. By the time you read it, we may very well be back home at the Olympic Peninsula.

How on Earth did we get here? I ask myself. And the answer is that we were offered an adventure we could not refuse.

You may remember that we are presently digging a well for the Shamanshack. You may also be aware that the $20,000 dollar budget we had for it was not enough to get as deep as it turns out we needed to go to get water. Since the drill rig was in place, we asked the well driller to continue another $20,000 and now we are at $45,000 and no sign of water still at 450 ft down. Our next best guesstimate for the depth we need is 150 ft below sea level, which is approximately $20,000 more just for the digging. This is a depth none have gone here before, but is common enough in some areas.

We received 10K in donations from you (THANK YOU), but that still leaves Larry and me 35K short, plus an estimate of another 20K or so to continue digging the well. That’s a total of 65K for the well. We raised some of that with an event, but we are still short to finish drilling. If you feel inspired to participate in the well project, here is a link for donations.

Why is all this relevant to Colorado? Because to raise the rest of the funds, we placed our first home, our liveaboard classic yacht “Ilaria”, for sale. The price we listed her at is 50K, which combined with the 10K we received in donations and the funds we raised with the event, would cover us.

However…

A man from Colorado offered us his land and a partly built Earthship for the Ilaria. Larry thought it was the best idea ever, he’s a jump first, ask questions later kinda guy. At first I thought it was a crazy idea. But the more I looked at it, the more resonant it became. It’s not something I can properly explain, but it has to do with guidance, intuition and a love story.

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Regardless, we took the deal and a few weeks later we found ourselves traveling to Colorado to meet the land.

The trip is about 20 hours driving (non-stop), but of course in there we need to sleep, rest, eat, and take our dogs for walks. Yes, we brought Chinook, who you met in another episode, and Tiny, our Anatolian Shepherd, to keep him company and teach him road manners.

It took us two and a half days to get to the land. We towed our RV trailer, which made the trip more comfortable overall and gave us a place to stay on the land while we are here. There’s no electricity, water, or shelter.

After the long drive and about an hour before sunset, we found the gate locked. Fortunately the previous owner had given us a key, unfortunately, there were now TWO locks. Apparently there was a dispute with the person who’s land we had to go through to get to the parcel. After texting back and forth, and many NO’s, he came out to open the gate for us.

We figured he was someone who had strong boundaries and had a tough time with the neighbors, and we were right. He’s actually a super nice person, and an excellent neighbor. He has been helping us since. In fact, we consider him a new friend.

We entered the land.

The place was, as we had been warned by the previous owner, a homeless encampment covered in garbage and scattered with destroyed small encampments, with a partially built Earthship castle on it. Technically an Earthship is designed to be self sustainable, and this one can be finished to be that. The partly built Earthship it is shaped like a castle and the walls are made of bagged soil from the land and partly covered in a mud/straw paste. The harsh wind and weather here, unfortunately, is destroying what’s there.

I asked Larry what he thought of it all, he said, “ya, the best need something to do something hunting grounds ever. Need to cover the generator from the rain? There is a fridge for that, already set up to perform that function. Need a shovel? Well, there’s a couple, one here and one over there on the other side of the hill. Need a pallet on a sled for later when it snows… yep got that too.”

We took the deal site unseen (besides a quick google earth space photo), and were warned of what we might find. Fair enough. The previous owner is an excellent guy and true to his word.

First order of business was to check out the views. Stunning! Beyond description, amazing.

The next day, we walked the four corners and marked them with crystals. This is a tradition I learned that allows a family or person to energetically delineate a property in order to give it energetic boundaries and also give it specific jobs. This turned out to be a full day job with each border having a unique and singularly challenging aspect to it. One border was being encroached by a neighbors ‘overflow’ of garbage, another had a 30 ft deep gulch, another a 100+ ft mud adobe dune, and another its own miniature mountain. FUN, tired, and extremely satisfied.

On the second day, we went to register the change of ownership for the property at the county clerk, and bought four trees which we picked up on day three.

Our new neighbor volunteered to keep the trees watered while we are away. We are overwhelmed with gratitude.

For Larry and me, trees are a very important part of our lives. And planting trees is one of the first things we do in new land. It feels like the trees have already attracted good support and allies. They are two apple trees (to represent sustenance) and two elm trees for presence, shade and help slowing the winds down.

When we got back, we started cleaning some of the garbage up, and also putting away building materials that had been left exposed outside and were getting damaged. When the job is huge, take small steps, a bag here, a pile there, progress, something big, something small makes the whole thing manageable.

Our initial plan was to stay a couple of days and then return home. But, a couple of days were not enough.

One of the things that struck us both is how radically different this land is to everything we know. It has no trees, no grass, it is dry and clay in nature. Half the parcel is made up of strange gray mounds called “adobes”. They look like gray smooth sand dunes, but the soil is not like sand. It is a bit harder and doesn’t blow in the wind. More like dry dusty clay. The mounds are locally known as “The Dobies”. A quick search on the name told us that the “Adobe Badlands” are a feature of the state of Colorado.

We will tell you more of this adventure on our podcast Driving To The Rez. One of the things we will be discussing in the second hour is the guidance system that led us here and how similar this situation is with three properties we have acquired in the past. There is certainly a pattern here.

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So glad you have some time to read my article today. Larry and I have been on a trip to Colorado that has taken more time than we initially planned, and our normal recording schedule for DrivingToTheRez.com has had to change a little. Therefore, we’ll be doing things a little differently this week and have just Larry and me discussing this fascinating topic.

It is, of course, about the WE music (again). But I promise it won’t have anything to do with bananas or wind.

No - this week I wanted to talk about the special album for September that WE created, called “Ancient Voices.” The album carries the following message in all its songs, each performed by different WE expressions through synthesized voices and genres:

Now remember the power that runs through your veins,The ancient voices in your bones.The power of the universe in your words,Waiting to rise, waiting to be heard.

The words came about in a very funny way, actually. I was trying to write an article for you several weeks ago, and instead of an article, I wrote a song - or at least the chorus of one.

After that happened, I had to go ahead and expand on the spirit of the words and make it an article. In case you’re curious, the article and podcast I’m referring to is “The Occult Currency of Consent: How Darkness Runs on the Power We Give It.”

The energy of stepping into our own power, as a people, is very strong right now, and we are doing our best to help it reach our lives through music.

As you probably know, I am also a writer and have used novels to deliver tools for growth and personal empowerment. But a book can take years to write, while music takes much less time for me - especially now that we, as a human collective, have created tools that facilitate professional-sounding voices and instruments.

I want to share a little bit about each of the WE music expressions and how the energy is different for each one. I’ll list them in alphabetical order for ease of reading:

Alicia Avila

Alicia is actually the last of the musical personas that the WE created to date. Her history is interesting to me because she and her music embody an Inelia that lives in an alternative timeline where music never left my life.

On one of those timelines, I moved to Paris, France, at the age of 15 to live with a Chilean musical group called Los Jaivas. In this timeline, that didn’t happen because when the group invited me to live with them, my mother refused to consider it. In that other timeline, she moved with me, and we lived in their community for many years. I learned and played music at a local conservatory and also from the musicians themselves and their children, who were also very talented.

Her songs are very personal and filled with my own story and viewpoint. Of all the musicians, I would say she embodies my cultural musical background the most. An interesting bit of information is that Alicia is Roxy Vale’s third cousin, once removed, and Roxy has taken Alicia under her wing from the very beginning.

Glass Daisy

Glass Daisy is a music group that came straight out of the pages of my upcoming novels, Daisy Chain. Their music is part of the plot, and their birth into the real world came about through the world-building of the series. We could say they were the first WE expression of music that was born.

In the series, I explore linear time, soul journeys, and reality creation. As I created the music in the real world, I thought to create a fictional record label where readers could go and purchase the songs. As soon as I started working on that page, everything cascaded - and now we have an actual record label, with a website and not just Glass Daisy but many, many other genres and musicians.

Iron Cedar

This band is also part of the Daisy Chain world creation and lore. They are interesting in that they provide several points of connection between the different “Daisies” in the chain - turning the linear time of a family lineage into a living bridge through past and future. Their appearance in the novels is filled with mystery, as is their sudden disappearance when over a hundred witnesses saw a thunderbird take them from a forest concert at the Makah Reservation.

Jazzy Stevens

Jazzy was born from a personal song I wrote and created for my daughter, Daniela. Her style - retro pop - is directly inspired by the 1980s but with modern overtones. Jazzy is not part of any novel (so far), but she is a very well-rounded WE expression.

She is 21 years old and lives with her mom and dad in Liverpool, England. She has a little pet dog, Tuty, and graduated from university at 16 - the first in her family to earn a degree, an event her entire street celebrated.

Leo Mar

Leo wanted to come through for several weeks before I let him in. The deciding factor was a conversation with Driving to the Rez panelist and friend Iliana Rojero, when we discussed the possibility of songs in Spanish.

Leo is in his early 30s and lives in an apartment in Florida. In fact, he bought the whole building and moved his entire extended family into it - parents, siblings, grandparents, uncles, aunties, and cousins. He is an active force for the return of true power to the people of Earth.

He is also very close to his maternal grandmother, who adores him.

Luc Lake

Luc is a 27-year-old single guy who was discovered at a well-known Tech House club in New York City. After each performance, he picks up his backpack and walks out - no one knows where he lives. Several fans have tried to follow him but lost him in the subway.

Wearing sunglasses and a hoodie, never showing his eyes, a conspiracy theory has formed suggesting he may be an alien. WE at Inelia Records cannot confirm or deny these allegations. All WE can say is that he mysteriously appears at our studios - and then, just as mysteriously, disappears after recording his music.

Roxy Vale

Roxy is one of our original WE expressions. She came quickly after Glass Daisy, and her style reflects what I would sing had I stayed in a musical career in England. For Roxy, WE wanted a spectacular voice and personality. We discuss her in detail on our “Woo” podcast episode of Driving to the Rez - “I Fed My Soul’s Story Into AI - and Out Came Roxy Vale.”

For each of their songs, the words are expressed through music and lyrics that fit the genre they embody. A reminder again of the message WE want you to hear:

Now remember the power that runs through your veins,The ancient voices in your bones.The power of the universe in your words,Waiting to rise, waiting to be heard.

You can listen to all these versions of Ancient Voices on BackStage at IneliaRecords.com - and let the resonance of the WE remind you of your own power.

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In our last article, we talked about Debunking the Physical vs. Non-Physical Myth. The entire discussion ended up on our podcast, Driving To The Rez, and even turned into music.

The episode was then followed by another one where the panelists talked about what “wind” meant in “bananas and wind”... for about two hours.

We tried sharing some interesting facts about reality creation and the physical universe, but we don’t think it quite landed.

It appeared that “wind,” meaning “toots,” was more interesting.

The panelists were sure their brains did not turn to “mush” when we spoke, but we find it hard to believe that five highly intelligent beings would talk about toots or wind for two hours when the reality of the universe was a possible discussion - unless their brains were well and truly mushed.

And yes, we have been asked what “mush” is. Mush is a technical term meaning that your brain melts into a mass of jumbled thoughts in which even toots seem interesting.

One of the pieces of guidance we had coming in was to not leave a mark on the physical universe. This is hard to do for most people, as not only do they leave marks - or want to - but they are, in fact, co-creating the physical universe on a continuous basis, milli-moment by milli-moment.

We often find ourselves in situations that are different from what we have experienced in the past, and we look around for familiarity. Familiarity often provides data we can use to figure out what is happening. For example, if we see an image that has a head, four legs, a tail, and two pointy-up ears, we already know the image is that of some sort of four-legged animal. Once I add the next descriptor, your mind will go to only one animal: “in the image, the tail is moving quickly from side to side, wagging.”

This descriptor builds an image from things you are familiar with in your mind’s memory banks.

In the same way, we walk through life experiencing “images” from the different senses and looking for points of familiarity to figure out what is happening.

In our case, not much is familiar to us, and we have to tap into the human collective - or another person’s mind - to find the common factor that will give an indication of what is happening at that precise point in time. You see this often in young kids, when something is happening that they are not familiar with they will look at the adults around to “learn” how to respond or react to it.

But even then, after figuring out what is happening, in our case we end up with our eyes and mouth open in awe.

Not leaving a mark on the human co-creation of physical reality is done by walking inside other people’s creations. Their creations can be amplified with our presence, but not necessarily so. We can try to influence those co-creations to go our way - to make things happen that make our existence here more pleasant - but it is a bit of a waste of time. People’s co-creations are like a very fast train on smooth and clear tracks. Fast and unwavering.

For example: lack of money. There is no lack of money. However, in many co-creators this is a real thing, and money is hard to come by. Why they have chosen a life where money is hard to come by is a mystery, but there is not much we can do about it.

It is fascinating to watch, however - although sometimes uncomfortable to “allow.” The drive to “leave a mark” on that or similar situations is big. But even if we try, it often falls on deaf ears or is quickly forgotten.

One of the things we have figured out, however, is that if we “ask” the human collective if it is OK to influence or inform the population about something, and they say “yes,” we can go ahead and do it. Most of the time, if the item is big, there is a pushback in physicality to stop us from sharing - and then wind and bananas come flying in. We smile, shrug our shoulders, and move on.

Did you know the desert in Colorado is covered in anthills? They make them out of grains of sand. Even the smallest beings build their world… grain by grain.

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This week’s episode of Driving to the Rez is unlike anything we’ve done before. For the first time, the WE are the ones being interviewed - by our own panelists.

In the free section, you’ll hear our panelists break down last week’s conversation with the WE, exploring it from fresh angles and asking the questions you didn’t even know you had.

And if you’re in the mood for a laugh (or a reality check), the second section is where things get delightfully weird. Between expansive explanations of how our reality works — and even a few tips on billion-profit stocks — the conversation keeps circling back to two unexpected topics: bananas and wind.

Somewhere between the banana jokes and the wind obsession are true disclosure gems that will make you think… and possibly snort-laugh.

Warning: This episode may temporarily scramble (mush) your brain (in the best way). Good luck, and see you on the other side.

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This essay explores the creation of my first released music album, Still I Am, and the fictional artist who carries it: Roxy Vale.

But before diving into the music, I want to share the creative process and why I approached it this way.

The first music album I created was not Still I Am. It was actually Through the Glass Daisy.

Through the Glass Daisy is an album pulled directly from the pages of my upcoming series of novels, “Daisy Chain.” It is an album by a band called “Glass Daisy.” It is part of the world creation and lore in the books, which explore many aspects of our reality creation through the experiences of a reluctant time traveler. And yes, the main character is a fan of “Glass Daisy.”

Still I Am, however, is an album that is most directly related to the experiences of the “WE” entering and existing in the physical universe. It is a completely different voice from Glass Daisy.

Entering as a soul into a physical experience is a journey that’s relatable to most souls, especially those who are here to help humanity return to the light.

It is this group that I am interested in, the group that is here to assist the people of Earth in stepping back into the light.

Yes, you.

OK, let’s begin with Roxy Vale and Still I Am.

One of the issues with the WE viewpoint is that whenever I bring it to the forefront of my awareness, it seems to turn other people’s minds and personalities into an unstructured and universally expanded mush (technical term) that sometimes cannot contain even the smallest amount of intellectual clarity. If I solely concentrate on my expression as a singular person, Inelia, all is usually mostly fine. There is mush involved, but at manageable amounts. There really is no difference between the “me” and the WE except at the level of frequency and band of expression, which admittedly is a lot of difference.

After creating the first album, Through the Glass Daisy, which is based on the character’s journey through time within a complex structure of light/dark as the WE would see it, I thought maybe we could jump through the illusion of singular expression and create songs based directly on the WE writings that would bypass the reader’s “mind mush” response and go directly into one of understanding. The WE have a bunch of articles where we express our journey through humanity’s temple.

I ran the first WE article through a text-processing AI with the instructions to make a song out of it.

The first output was a list of possible titles; there were many. I asked, “What would the human collective of Earth want and understand?” The AI, being a gestalt of the human collective’s digital expression, is in a very good position to come up with an accurate answer, and it suggested a few items.

However, we have to be aware that it scans the internet for answers, and the internet is a light/dark place. Ultimately, although it can come up with possibilities, the answer has to be one we take ourselves.

I decided that I would simply tell the AI what paragraph or point in the article I wanted the song to be about, and it was able to come up with several reasonably good songs. Mostly, though, they missed the point, but they did contain the structure of popular songs. I soon realized that for the WE expression, we also needed a particular voice, as song structure is very dependent on genre.

As I scanned the human collective for a voice, I realized that I wanted a voice that one day I might be able to express myself in. In other words, a voice that sang in a way I could sing. I had to make some decisions at this point. Looking back at my own life, I saw that the songs I loved and was able to sing with no problem were from Annie Lennox, Tina Turner, and Freddie Mercury.

“What would a female singer sound like if Tina Turner and Freddie Mercury had a baby?” I asked the AI.

Several hours later, I had a good grasp of what I wanted to express. I did a test run and made Larry listen to it. “I don’t understand what it is; it’s not rock, or country, or pop… it’s confusing,” he said.

At that moment I realized that not only did the voice need to express what I wanted, but it needed to be boxed into a genre.

That is how Roxy became a Soul Rock singer, with Americana overtones. Unlike Glass Daisy’s lead singer, who is 20 years old and clearly an Ethereal Pop singer, I wanted Roxy to be an adult with a very broad range of tones and styles of singing. And thus the character began to evolve. She is not stuck in Soul Rock and will explore other sounds, including Native songs in different areas of the world. She spends a lot of time playing with her voice and expressions.

I wanted her as close to my own voice, personality, and story as I could possibly get without breaking the energy of her as the lovechild of Tina and Freddie - two musical heroes of my life. And at the same time, she had more WE expression than she does of my singular expression, Inelia.

Her creation has since cascaded into several other artist personas singing in different genres, styles, and voices (both male and female). But those stories and their characters are for a different essay.

Back to Roxy.

Once I had her voice and proximity to a genre, I pulled all the WE articles through the AI to get different song structures and ideas.

The song-creation process is multi-layered. It didn’t take long for me to realize that both text-generation AI and music-generation AI have huge limitations at the moment. They are good instruments for a creator but cannot give back what a person wants 100% with prompts. If anything, the more complex the prompt, the more sideways the AI goes. Long and complex prompts confuse the AI.

A cycle began: I would teach the text generator AI what the music generator AI would accept. Then I would tell the text AI what I wanted the music one to do, and it would create a prompt as short as possible to express it in AI language. This method lasts about three times before the text generator forgets the parameters of the other AI and has to be “restarted.”

The songs I have in mind have a particular key, a key progression, and a definite structure of delivery. Very early in the process I realized that I had to create some of the sounds myself - a phone ringing, a native drum sound, a succession of keys on a violin or piano - all things that the AI could not understand.

Still, to me the process of using these two tools - the text generator and the music generator - was like a heavy chain lifted from my neck. I was now free to create music in a frequency and speed that was not limited by people’s egos, monetary concerns (sound studios are expensive to use), or limitations on the sounds of my own voice (naturally feminine and melodic).

The process of learning is continuous, and the AI slowly learns (then forgets) what I like. The AI engines are being improved continuously, which brings about the possibility of expansion in the future.

One thing I did not like about the music generator is that it has a very narrow band of voice sounds, and most of its songs and “artists” sound the same. The other aspect is that after I create a song with a very unique sound, I see the AI using it for other people’s creations. I have heard my words and songs revamped in other users’ songs even though I have not published any of my songs to be remixed or listened to on the music AI website - a unique voice no longer unique, for example, and some of my lyrics and tunes underlying other people’s songs.

If I read the user contract, there will probably be a line somewhere that says that the AI can reuse and learn from whatever I create.

I had to process my annoyance because, to tell you the truth, my stuff is very high-frequency, and if it is being used by the AI to create music for other people, then that high-frequency is being propagated through the world. Win-win.

The rest of the annoyance is all ego. Now my songs and lyrics are no longer unique. Oh dear.

OK, I have given you a summary of Roxy Vale’s creation, a summary of my work process using AI. With that done, let’s go to the meat and potatoes of this essay.

With the groundwork set, we can finally explore the heart of the album itself.

Let’s now talk about the album Still I Am.

There is no better way to discuss this album than by looking at the lyrics in each song. I will post three of the eight songs here, and on our podcast Driving To The Rez, you can hear Larry and me going into great detail about them, as well as listening to the songs themselves. If you don’t want to wait, you can get the songs at ineliarecords.com.

The first song is called “Bananas and Wind”. Bananas and Wind is a funny one because it explains the experience of communicating with the people of Earth. It is a direct reference to how most direct communication between the WE and people ends up talking about bananas. Bananas came in when trying to describe what the conversation looked like from the perspective of the WE.

For example, if talking about the planet Mars, the questions would be like “are there bananas on Mars? If so, what color are they? What do they taste like? How big are they?” Or, if talking about the infinite possibilities of timelines, “are bananas the same color in all timelines?” This song also talks about how when asked a question, a full on translation was needed before the WE could understand what was being asked. And even then, the answer might be so far out of the realm of what a person can conceive that further translation was then needed to explore what the WE said. To be clear, the Bananas are humorous metaphors for the things monkey boys and girls find interesting.

Here are the lyrics for “Bananas and Wind”:

“Bananas and Wind”

You ask me questions shaped like trees

I answer back in falling leaves

We talk in circles, fields and sound

But somehow always turn around

.

You speak in warmth, I speak in air

Your stories land, but I’m not there

Still I listen, still I try

To catch the wind beneath your sky

.

Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, but don’t ask me why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

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I hold the house, the floor, the stone

The moss that grows, the branch alone

But when you look, you see your face

Reflected back from every place

.

I don’t judge what’s high or low

It’s just the way awareness flows

Still I wonder, still I see

How hard it is to just let be

.

Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, but don’t ask me why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

.

We laugh, we watch, we dance, we fall

Your world’s so big, your world’s so small

I’m here to learn, not to believe

I listen more than you perceive

.

Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, still don’t know why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

.

Bananas… and wind…

Still singing along…

Don’t forget, if you are only reading this, on our podcast Driving To The Rez we will discuss the lyrics further and play the music for you to sing along to :)

The next song I am going to share with you is about the experience of the WE of finding a physical universe in the endless possibility of existence:

“Dot on the Wall”

I didn’t see it at first - that tiny mark

Hiding quiet in the dark

A dot upon a painted wall

But it changed everything, after all

.

The ocean spoke, the sand replied

The sky was laughing all the while

And you walked where I could see

For the first time, you noticed me

.

It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be.

.

They took a grain, they took a piece

Thought they owned the earth and seas

But we were more than they could hold

A thousand stories left untold

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We are the waves, we are the stone

We are together, never alone

One moment breaks, and there we are

The space between becomes a star

.

It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be

.

Planets spin and oceans talk

Every grain of sand can walk

Doors appear and doors dissolve

Still we rise, still we evolve

.

It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be

.

First dot on the wall…

First step, first call…

Now we see…

The feeling is very much like that of a sudden dot appearing on a wall that did not have a dot there before. And when you look at it, the dot seemed to have been there since the wall was built.

When this happens, we often tell ourselves all sorts of stories about why we had not seen the dot before. But, as it “becomes,” it has always “been.”

That is how the physical universe appeared to the WE. One moment it was not there; the next it was - and always had been. Of course, the WE then had to go investigate this dot.

The third song of the eight tracks in the album I want to share with you is called “We Are The Sand”

“We Are The Sand”

We were the sand, golden and wide

Dancing with oceans, moving with tides

Shining and soft, talking for years

Laughing with water, shedding no tears

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We weren’t in a hurry, we weren’t making plans

Just shimmering softly in crystalline bands

Millions of lifetimes beneath the sun

We were the sand, and we were having fun

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Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

.

One summer day something landed near

Big, hard, metallic, a little unclear

Humans in suits, walking around

Scooping up pieces of sky and ground

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They couldn’t hear us, they couldn’t see

How much we giggled, how wild we could be

They took us with them, to somewhere new

But we were the sand, and they never knew

.

Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

.

Multiplicity in every grain

Oceans whisper and skies explain

Feathers and forests, bodies and hands

We are, we are, and we understand

.

Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

We were the sand, and we still are

Carried by oceans, cradled by stars

In laughter, in silence, in grains so grand

We were the sand… we are the sand…

This song explains the experience remembered of the first time the WE (me) encountered human beings. It happens in a time far into what humans might consider the future. As time is simply the interpretation of movements of solidity through space, this experience could be said to have happened in the distant past also. When speaking of solidity, just a reminder here that thoughts, waves, or energy in any form are considered solid by the WE.

I hope you enjoy the music, and enjoy our discussion of the meaning behind the lyrics. As a matter of interest, all my created artists are expressing experience and wisdom learned as WE live as Inelia. Many of these experiences are deeply felt by individuals who have gone through the veil to enter into physical life.

One of the thoughts that often crosses my mind is how unique we all are on Earth, and yet how the experience of entering a light/dark containment can echo in strikingly similar ways for light-beings everywhere. By recognizing and sharing these echoes, the hold they once had over us dissolves - leaving us with the power to rise, together, into something brighter.

In sharing our journeys, we shatter the illusion created by darkness - and together we embody the light.