Category Archives: Cahokia

The Matakin on Time Portals

January 18, 2015

time portal

This is the Matakin. It is Sunday, 11:25 A.M. on I-70 going east.

Feel that swirl! You are suddenly in this big sky country yet again. But that’s not all that it is. As we have said before, there is the Spindle of Heaven to your left, to the north, just north of the village of Pocahontas. And that is a vortex. It is a portal as well. And it is a beacon of a sort that draws lots of beings to this particular part of the continent. Cahokia was a kind of welcoming station in relation to this. But the energy here is in fact of a different sort than is at Cahokia itself.

We wish to get back to the point we were making yesterday as you drove through—that there are many different modes of frequency and radiation energy working their way through the atmosphere and reaching your Planet. Some of these are created by the Planet: they rise up from the deep core and through the surface into the atmosphere and then are circulated around in the stratosphere and dropped back in a kind of circulatory exchange much like the evaporation and condensation of water through mist and rainfall.

tesseractBut one of the aspects of energy-frequency-radiation that we drew your attention to yesterday and wish to reinforce today is that there are also frequencies, webs of energetic definition relating to time. There are Time Portals, in other words. There are temporal folds in the universe—a Wrinkle in Time, as Madeleine L’Engle put it in her amazing book—and these vortexes, these temporal vortexes that you can engage in allow you to travel first of all great distances in no time at all. It’s very much like the phenomenon of tesseract in the book you were having read to you.

wrinkle antBeyond this, these temporal portals are exactly that: Time Portals that allow you to travel in time, to go to what in your experience would be “back in time” and what from your experience would be “forward in time.” This means that you have at your disposal many ways of engaging with experiences past and future as well as present, and learning and reworking certain experiences.

You also had the notion that grew out of this particular idea yesterday that someone could be reincarnated not simply in the near future but perhaps in the far future, in the far past as well—you could be reincarnated in the Middle Ages or five million years ago (as you now experience time)—but also you could be reincarnated in the same body, so to speak, the same circumstances, the same parents and location. The body is actually an extension of what happens in those circumstances, so it is not correct to say that you would be in the same body because that body would grow in a very different way according to different contingencies and impulsements. So we were suggesting that you consider meditating on this notion of vortexes of time, these temporal vortexes, and what that might mean, because not only will this open up practical possibilities but, intellectually speaking, this will allow a greater expanse of your conceptual capacity. You can literally take in whole new universes and dimensions in temporal terms as well as spatial terms.

So that was our primary message yesterday and today.

l'engle

The Matakin Emissaries Between the Heavens and the Earth

[The following is a transcript from an audio file recorded while driving between Nashville and Cahokia. I had attended the first day of proceedings (Thursday, September 18, 2014) at the Star Knowledge Conference at Montgomery Bell State Park about a half hour west of Nashville. On this Friday morning I was still greatly affected by the spirit energy of that gathering when the Matakin Sky Spirits began communicating with me near Princeton, Kentucky. I had first come into conscious contact with the Matakin in western Illinois on May 26, 2014, and now they were giving me more information about the role they play as emissaries and guardians of the Earth’s atmosphere.]

September 19, 2014

princeton, ky

There are no times better than this time, Gabriel. There are very few times when you would already enter into this conversation so baptized, so to speak, washed in the fluid energy of spirit that surrounds you and flows through your being. You are in an energetic circuit at this moment—

Wow! I just saw these amazing egrets in this lake I’m going over in southwestern Kentucky! I’m right outside Princeton, exit 45 on I-24. [Spirit language.] Ah, this is all so familiar! This is all an energetic line. [Spirit language.] And, not surprisingly, I’m going by a sign that says Kentucky State Penitentiary. They always put the prisons on these power lines! And they must tap into that power in some way in this mechanism of control, which I don’t fully understand—I think I don’t want to understand. I’m in denial. [Spirit talk.]

—So yes, Gabriel, you are in touch with the Matakin once more. You’re coming into the circuit, the circle. There is that 50 mile radius around the initial perimeter, but the energy strikes out from there in such amazing flows. Take it in. Experience it and ride with it, because you are riding on the fluid river energy of the continent! The Mississippi itself is one of those conduits. But that is only one. You are in the etheric plane. You are riding the etheric train of energy right now as you travel along this route. You are exactly right: this route, I-24 from Nashville into Illinois follows a major energetic line, a ley line that conducts major spirit energy, so to speak, from one point to another.

I-24 mapThis is a transit point. This is a line where spirit moves along in dimensions where time and space are no longer appropriate in terms of categories of understanding. And yet there is a literal three-dimensional base that contains this particular multidimensional energetic line. But along this line it’s a linear portal in a sense that allows for multiple pints of entry into massive, infinite, transdimensional travel.—

The lake is beautiful! The energy is so thick. And I am in this interesting state of consciousness where I am simultaneously taking in and channeling so many messages, and yet speaking in my own voice. [Spirit talk.] This is so thick! So the Matakin, I’m coming to realize, have a connection to the Kachinas. They are not identical to the Kachinas—at least the Kachinas who contact me, who are primarily the guardians, the overseers of the energetic portals from beneath the surface of the Earth. And they help, they oversee, they direct in many ways the travel of various entities along those energetic lines below the surface. But the Matakin work with them and in many senses this is a kind of joint energetic effort on a devic level where the Kachinas are working from below the subterranean levels up to the surface and the Matakin work from the atmosphere down to the surface, and in terms of surface level, it’s a sort of yin-yang relationship. The Sky Spirits and the subterranean Earth Spirits. Not that these Kachinas are solely Earth Spirits, but that is their primary relationship when it comes to human beings. [Yeshe anna hakamah hoike.] And they make use of subterranean portals and passageways that through the connection to the inner sun within the Earth allow for a kind of interdimensional travel to other universes in other planes of existence that humans can barely imagine.

The Matakin are one devic branch of the Sky Spirits who oversee these portal transit energies. They work with the extraterrestrials who come through the atmosphere—the ones who find that necessary—and the Star Beings make their way through the atmosphere to the planet. Of course, all of these beings, as are all beings, are extraterrestrial in origin. They have been working on this planet long before humans were introduced. The Matakin are emissaries. The Matakin are mediators, and they oversee the travel from the heavens to the Earth and vice versa. They are also related to the weather patterns. And so the Matakin are very concerned with the whole issue of chem trails and geoengineering through atmospheric interruption by humans. There will be a lot more for them to say about this in the future. They are laying that seed right now for me to consider.

But the Star Knowledge Conference is one of the most important gatherings wherein spirits of all kinds come together and work together in conscious relationship to the Star Beings and in conscious attention to the extraterrestrial origins of humanity.

—Wow! This is a very interesting moment in the development of humanity, for we are waking up to our extraterrestrial origins and recognizing that information provided through public media such as the X-Files television program barely scratched the surface and do so in a very limited way.

—Whoa! I just went over some big river, but I didn’t see the sign. Maybe there’s a sign here on the other end. It is—well, it says Lyon County. I’ll have to look that up. That’s quite a river. Cheshay anna hakamo hey sheyki anna hakamoah. Ah toshi anna makah. More to come.]

And here is the YouTube version of the original audio recording:

The Matakin Sky Spirits and the Spindle of Heaven

harmony_of_spheresMay 8, 2015

I’m sitting in the Powhatan Motel in Pocahontas, Illinois (really) feeling through the impulse to begin recording some of the information regarding this spot that I have been receiving over the past few years. To cut to the chase, I need to start fleshing out a picture of a class of beings who have introduced themselves to me as the Matakin. The Matakin are devas of the sky sphere, the atmosphere—the sphere of Atmos, Atman. And the primary element in the message they send through me is the existence of what they call the Spindle of Heaven.

I should begin with the feeling of the place and the utter ecstasy that it instills in me. I first noticed this effect about two years ago as my wife Anna and I were driving my daughter Tori back to her mother’s house in Kansas from our house in Ohio. For almost twenty years now I have driven this route along I-70 between these two states, and each time I drive through the Pocahontas area I am struck by the utter beauty of this glacial plane, of this amazing—stunning—plane of flat earth. And as I swoop into the perceived flatness of the earth’s sphere, my attention is lifted up into the atmosphere. The sky is so immense, so palpable, so inviting—and now, I realize, so alive. Alive with Sky Spirits.

And so these Sky Spirits began speaking to me—or through me—a little over a year ago, much of which I have recorded in voice memos but have yet to transcribe into written text. The element of their message that they wish for me to pass on at this moment is that of what they call the Spindle of Heaven.

Ptolemaicsystem-smallThe Spindle of Heaven is an energetic formation at least a mile high. (I do not yet know its precise dimensions, if such spatial parameters are even appropriate for trying to account for its magnificence.) The Spindle is a vortex that rises straight up from the earth into the heavens at a point roughly five miles due north of the village of Pocahontas at exit 36 on I-70. While its primary structure is what one would expect of a vortex, a kind of tornado-like funnel of energy, it also contains winding arms or ropes of energy that spin on a downward angle along its axis. These energetic arms are like tentacles that contain pods of some sort that serve as elevator cars, in a sense, for various beings that ride up and down the spindle as they arrive to this point on the globe from origins in space and beyond this spatial universe. (I do not know why such beings would need such pod-like conveyances. I have a sense that they serve as decompression chambers—or perhaps compression chambers would be more appropriate—as these various extra-planetary beings arrive to this planet.) The actual spot where the Spindle rises up from or drops down to the earth is remarkably calm energetically, much like the eye of a hurricane.

Key to its function is its continental location: Pocahontas, Illinois is roughly at the center point of the North American continent between the Great Lakes and the Gulf of Mexico on the North-South axis and between the Atlantic ocean and the Continental Divide of the Rocky Mountains on the East-West axis. In terms of terrain, it is located at the point where the glaciated plains of the Midwestern region meet the foothills of the Ozarks and the hills of the Ohio Valley. In terms of tectonic structure, the Spindle is on the primary rim of the New Madrid Fault system. In terms of water systems, it is very close to the junctions of the Ohio and Missouri Rivers as they conjoin the Mississippi River. And in terms of subterranean structures, it sits at the eastern edge of a massive network of underground caverns, tunnels (physical and etheric), and subterranean waterways that spread underneath Missouri and Arkansas out into Kansas and Oklahoma.

It is not coincidental that the Cahokia Mounds just to the east of St. Louis are located only thirty miles southwest of the Spindle, for that mound complex served for millennia as a ceremonial reception center for terrestrial and extra-terrestrial conventions, so to speak.

powhatanI am told that the Spindle was and perhaps still is known to various indigenous peoples of this entire continental range, but I have not yet been told which tribes specifically have had interactions with and still might have knowledge of the Spindle. I do know that human interaction with it has taken place far into the past beyond the presumed origins of the current peoples of this region.

In fact, one reason I am being asked to present this information at this moment is to begin the process of reaching out to those who might have knowledge of and experience with the Spindle. The time has arrived for a reconvening of the various peoples and entities that are involved in the recalibration of the Spindle for what will be momentous times in the near future.

There is more information to come.

Cheyshey yakima hakame cheyshey. Sha sha sha.

wind-vortex-engine-tornado-power-lead

Showdown at Cahokia Mounds

[I originally wrote this report of an experience at Cahokia Mounds in November 2012. Given that I have been again drawn to Cahokia for a variety of reasons and have as a result experienced new things, I am posting this older spirit journal entry in order to provide some explanatory background to the stories I am now recounting.]

November 8, 2012

I feel the need to recount my last experience at Cahokia in part simply to record the information of that day, but also because I know I have been avoiding confronting what happened then and what it might mean. I’ve been avoiding it because it involves ego issues for me that I am uncomfortable with. Getting to the point, the event was a kind of Matrix-movie dramatic showdown between the forces of Life and the forces of Death, and I was playing the leading role as the hero shaman who saved the day.

This has become an issue for me again as Melchizedek (one of my guiding spirits) has been urging me to step up to my identity and my calling, to accept the power that I know I have, and yet I am uncomfortable with appearing to be sunk in some ego hero drama. It seems, though, that rather than coming to some kind of balanced understanding of who I am and what I need to do, I keep getting caught in this see-saw back and forth between denying myself any power at all and seeing myself as the all-powerful savior of the movie. And Cahokia itself draws this out of me because it is there that I am most being called on to take a stand, not simply to understand the past but to correct it.

So to the story of that day: on October 2, 2012, as I was driving back to Athens, Ohio from Lawrence, Kansas with the goal of closing up the house so it could be ready for a buyer to move in should it sell while I am in Finland, I stopped by Cahokia again. I was called to do so, but I had no idea what the plan might be. I wasn’t aware of any new mound to explore or situation to take into account. I just knew that I needed to go there. So I did, despite the fact that I was also eager to make good time on the fourteen-hour drive back to Athens.

As soon as I stepped out of the car into the moody, rainy afternoon, I knew that I needed to walk between the Twin Mounds. I still didn’t know why. As I approached the mounds I felt a growing sense of anticipation, knowing that there was a large host of spirits gathered here for this very visit and that I was somehow going to be involved in something big. I walked up along the southern end of Mound 60 (which Anna and I take to be a male energy mound) and entered into the space between it and Mound 59 (which we take to be a female energy mound).

As I entered into the space in between the mounds I could feel the combined energy vortex there growing in intensity. At this point I found myself quickly shifting into the consciousness of what I knew was one of my former selves—a shaman who had lived and died at Cahokia during the critical time of the take-over by the sacrificial priests. With reassurance from my Higher Self, I gave this shaman permission to use me as his vehicle for this action.

I immediately knew everything about this former self who was now controlling my body, speech, and actions. I knew that this shaman-priest was very powerful but that he was now confronting the power of a rising class of sacrificial priests who were converting the mound powers from structures of love to structures of death and mind control. As with many other early communal experiments in democratic spiritual societies devoted to superconscious development of the Power of Love, this Cahokia was facing its destruction and conversion into a technology of death. I was the shaman representing the losing side, the advocates of Love Power. But I was now here to turn the tables and bring back the Power of Love.

I—I will now speak of the shaman in the first person, given that he and I were now unified in action and that this was a lesson for me from a past self, even though I was watching the entire scene as though I were a passive observer watching a movie—I walked solemnly and powerfully to the power point where the vortex energy of the two mounds converged. I raised my hand to the west and began drawing in the energy from Mound 59. Then suddenly and completely by surprise, I found myself shouting prayers to the mounds in a language I have never heard before. I continued to speak this language, shouting out sacred orders and incantations of some kind throughout the rest of my time at Cahokia.

Next I turned my face to the east towards Mound 60 and began taking in that mound’s energy. Two whirlpool columns of light shot up from each mound high into the heavens. During all of this thousands of voices were cheering me on, shouting “Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!” I then found myself turning my face northward and drew in the energy from Monk’s Mound, the massive earthen pyramid that draws most tourists to Cahokia. As I did so, a whirlpool column of light shot up from Monk’s Mound and then arced downwards towards me. The power point between Mounds 59 and 60 was now triangulated by this addition of energy from Monk’s Mound. Suddenly a massive tower of light shot up from my power point high into the heavens, illuminating the entire quadrant of the planet in the midst of the rainy overcast Illinois sky. This was accompanied by the increasing sound of cheering voices coming both from other past inhabitants of Cahokia and from a host of spirits and fairies.

Throughout this drama of energy and light I was still clueless as to what the whole show was about. Things started to get a little clearer, though, when I found myself turning my whole body around to face the south—where Mound 72 lay in the distance, secluded from the greater community of mounds. Mound 72 had been revealed to me during an earlier visit to be the site of the sacrificial priests, all of whom were represented by the figure of the Birdman of Cahokia, the honorary priest whose corpse was found by anthropologists with its bones lying among the skeletons of dozens of women. This particular mound had become the primary embodiment of the sacrificial turn at Cahokia.

While initially a figure that commands awe and fascination (and today is the official Park icon), the Birdman in the end represents the power of the bird of prey turned against the innocent. In order to enhance their own status and power and prestige, the shaman-priests here began a culture of ceremonial sacrifice that converted the site’s Power of Love into the Power of Destruction. Now here I was, with thousands of shouting spirits by my side and in the skies above me, solemnly and powerfully marching southward towards the representatives of the Powers of Destruction at Mound 72.

As my shaman-self continued marching confidently towards the mound, my watching self was getting pretty nervous. This was shaping up to be some kind of major confrontation, a battle between the forces of Love and the forces of Destruction. While this was all very exciting, I was at the same time a bit embarrassed at playing such a Neo-type role in this drama. Who am I, after all, to be drawing such attention to myself, with throngs of spirits and followers shouting in support as hosts of fairies sang their songs of anticipation and praise from the surrounding woods? I was both thrilled and embarrassed to find myself unexpectedly cast in this messianic role. I was also uneasy with the thought of the impending violence that promised to be unleashed in this righteous confrontation.

When I arrived at Mound 72 I circled around it from the west and then the south, walking to the southeastern corner of the mound. This is where I had sat months before when I originally received the vision of the blood and sacrifice that the mound had always represented. Now I saw that it was my intention to challenge this figure of destruction. This was to be the initial showdown in my attempt to turn the tables once more and raise the Power of Love. The shouts and songs echoing around grew in intensity.

I raised my arms into the sky, staring intently at the center of the mound, seeing the Birdman of Cahokia ready for attack. I began to open my mouth to shout, expecting this to be the onset of the great battle. I leaned my head back and shouted, “Birdman of Cahokia, bearer of sacrifice and destruction, representative of the Priests of Death, I am here to tell you that we love you! We are here to welcome you into the Circle of Love where you have belonged from the beginning. Forgive yourselves for the destruction you have created and unleashed upon the world. Forgive yourselves for the rape and the murder you have conducted in the name of all that is holy. Join us in this Circle of Love!” I was absolutely stunned by this speech. This was not what I had expected at all. Here I was, nervously expecting the beginning of some battle of Armageddon, and what I witnessed instead was a call to Love and self-forgiveness.

The Birdman of Cahokia was clearly just as stunned as I was. He drew back into his mound, not sure what to make of this surprising turn of events. All around me the fairies of Cahokia were singing and cheering, thanking me for finally returning and beginning the Great Turn of Love. I looked deep into the woods into the heart of the fairy throngs and smiled. I knew that I had finally stepped up and had accepted my calling. I knew that now I had finally embraced the Shaman of the Circle of Love who I had always known myself to be but had never dared to acknowledge.

Just at this moment, I looked back northward at the space between the mounds. A deer ran into the space from the same southeasterly direction in which I had approached Mounds 59 and 60. The deer ran right to the vortex power point where the light funnels from the three main mounds had converged. It stood there, facing Monk’s Mound, surrounded in intense light. And then it turned and looked directly at me for what seemed like a full thirty seconds. I thanked the deer for consecrating this event. At that point it turned and ran off towards the north, disappearing from view as if it had evaporated before my eyes. I felt truly blessed at this sight.

I marched back towards the Twin Mounds as triumphantly and gloriously as I had marched down to Mound 72. I spoke with the spirits of the trees as I passed. I returned to my car, looked back briefly at the Twin Mounds, and then pulled back out onto the street to continue my trip to Ohio in the gathering rain.

Cahokia and the Stairway to Heaven

December 9, 2014

Here I am recording the experience I just had at Cahokia Mounds. This is Tuesday at 1:27 in the afternoon Central Time. And I just spent about the last half hour at the mounds on my way back to Ohio after a weekend in Kansas with Tori.

As usual, I went straight from the parking lot to what is referred to as the burnt pillars of the former stockade section—I’m not quite sure that’s exactly what it was. But I am often drawn to begin there my mound experience there, as Anna and I were when we first visited this complex almost three years ago now. As it turns out, Tuesdays are days when the park is closed. But luckily you can still be on the grounds. You just can’t go in the museum building, which is fine with me, having been here so many times now.

The Male Energy Twin Mound

The Male Energy Twin Mound

Next I went to the Twin Mounds across from the stockade. I began tuning into the energy of the first Twin Mound (Mound 60 or Fox Mound), the one to the east, which is the male energy mound, the flat-top mound opposite the rounded conical mound, which is the female energy. As I now see it, I was drawn to this mound to establish that male energy connection as a part of my path in this particular world. I then walked over to and stood at the vortex point (where the energies of the two mounds intersect in a vesica piscis) and went into Etheric vision, with the Mists of Avalon rising all around me as so often happens when I go into the Etheric mode.

As I was doing so, feeling the energy, letting the energy be channeled through me, I began to see various entities, lots of entities all over the grounds—I was facing south—with some very close to me, within ten or fifteen feet, others fifty feet, a hundred feet, some a few hundred feet away. They formed a wide series of concentric rings of beings who took this opportunity to encircle me as I engaged in this particular moment.

Cahokia Birdman tablet_HRoe_2012At this point I was then called down to Mound 72, which I haven’t visited again in quite some time after having some very powerful visions there. I then realized that I had been urged to go to the Twin Mounds in order to ground myself in that energy, the male energy that I am identified with in this lifetime, the fusion of those in the vortex, in the vesica—and with the power of those energies I was then able to go down and once more confront the Birdman of Cahokia, the sacrificial priest of Mound 72 who had been buried there with several young females. As I went down there I felt that this was definitely what I was called here to do.

I was called to read the explanatory sign once again, which I originally was going to ignore, having read it so many times before. But this time I noticed a little paragraph towards the bottom that talked about the alignment of the mound.

IMG_2464The particular angle of the mound is set perfectly for sunrise during the Winter Solstice and sunset during the Summer Solstice. So I walked to the southeastern corner of the mound and climbed up onto that southeastern point and stood facing the southeast, the direction of the Winter Solstice sunrise. Especially given that I’m called on again to carry out the Winter Solstice sunrise ceremony for the People from Below in this moment of Emergence into the Fifth World, I could tell that this was a very important point for me.

mistsAs I was standing on the mound I then became very enraptured by the energies of the place and felt myself expand throughout that energetic field. Again the mist rose, a very thick mist this time, exactly as in the movie The Mists of Avalon. They were so dense that I could not really see through all of the mist to the woods before me. The woods, by the way, are filled with fairies—this is a very powerful fairy spot, and has been for much longer than humans have been on this planet. They have been very important in some of the stages of development of various cultures at Cahokia in the past.

As I was facing the Winter Solstice point and just going into the Etheric vision, again I could see many, many beings standing before me and could feel them in a ring around me and throughout the woods.

The birds, by the way—the starlings, I believe they were, or swallows, who fly in these murmuration patterns—had been swooping all around, and I realized that they were actually the ones who had drawn my attention to Mound 72 when I was at the Twin Mounds. They flew around me and then landed in the trees in front of me, staying in front of me like witnesses or supporters the entire time I was down at Mound 72. They were chattering away, singing and chirping while I was engaged in this particular ceremony.

I could see all of the fairies and various other beings. And as I was looking at the beings, allowing myself to see more clearly what these various entities might look like, suddenly a funnel of spiral energy opened up from the base of the mound where I was standing on perhaps a 30º angle from the incline of the earth, an angle that would probably match up with a particular moment of the sunrise on the Winter Solstice.

stairway-to-heaven-mountain-dreamsBut the peculiar thing about the spiral was that while I could see the energies rotating in a spiral pattern, I also very clearly saw this turn into a stairway. I could see the steps reaching off into the heavens, which was peculiar for me. I’ve never seen anything quite like that before. And as I was looking at the stairway I then could see beings, probably hundreds or more, entities, energetic beings just walking up and down the stairway that was connecting the mound to the heavens in a dramatic way.

And at that point I was reminded of the Emergence and the Solstice and also that in Pueblo tradition the Kachinas come and go on the Solstices. I realized that this was a universal vision for the Winter Solstice, what the Hopi refer to as the Soyal Ceremony. I could see various beings coming down from the heavens on the stairway to the Earth. And I could then see them walk right through me as they passed along the ridge of Mound 72 and then walk up another stairway to heaven towards the northeast from that opposite corner of the mound (the coordinate point marked by the San Francisco Peaks in Arizona), now re-ascending for the Summer Solstice.

hopi_dance1921After seeing the Kachinas and other beings ascend back into the heavens, I knew my ceremony was over, that my vision had come to its conclusion, and that it was time to give my thanks to the spirits of Cahokia for allowing me one more chance to see into the magical dynamics of its past and to prepare for my greeting ceremony for the People from Below on the coming Winter Solstice.