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.
The 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.
I 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.