SHIFT HAPPENS
by
Bea Campbell
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Shift Happens
Copyright © 2010 Bea Campbell
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Part One: The Shift
Part Two: The Awakening
Part Three: The Garden
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Dedication
This fictional tale is dedicated to all who live their lives in loving service: be it service for family or service for the masters it matters not.
All carry the divine spark.
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to Judith Bailey for her support and kindness and for typing this manuscript.
To all the editing assistance from numerous sources … especially my sister … and to a brother-in-law who donated time and energy and ink to help complete this project.
Some channelled material has been excerpted from the book Earth’s Birth Changes … St Germain channelled by Azena Ramanda, and The Crystal Stair: A guide to Ascension by Eric Klein.
Introduction
Because this is a time of tremendous change for all of us, the greatest need, as I see it, is first to give a clear understanding of the difference between the obvious climate change we are experiencing and the more important spiritual change of the dimensional shift we will be going through in the very near future, some say as early as 2012.
It is not useful to live in fear and so I have addressed this shift in a way that tries to make it more of a matter-of-fact event.
It is about how an Australian family steps into their personal power and discovers that they have everything they need, and it is all contained within.
PART ONE: THE SHIFT
Why didn’t we take it seriously? We knew something was up! The climate changes were there. Big changes, north and south, poles melting, flooding in most countries of the world - water everywhere. The climate changes were talked about constantly. Media coverage was relentless.
But what to do? Governments of the world could not agree even though the climate was changing. We suspected it was our fault, polluting parasites that we were.
Back and forth it went, no-one actually knowing which way to turn. The only solution the great minds of our time could come up with was to remove CO2 from our atmosphere, which we believed was contributing to the warming of the planet by creating a greenhouse effect.
The solution as we saw it then was to control the carbon-dioxide spewing forth from our industrial centres and cars. No-one was in panic mode however, and except for some climate scientists and concerned individuals life went on, everyone leaving it to everyone else to do something.
Australia was the leader in proposing some solutions but still nothing was done. The Carbon Emissions Trading scheme was hotly debated but there was no agreement there either.
There were groups of people all over the world however, who were studying every prophecy ever made and believed that something major was on the horizon, just not sure what it was or when it was going to happen.
The computer was rampart with information. There were sites claiming extra-terrestrials were channelling information regarding all kinds of doom just around the corner. Several sites proclaimed that a huge planet variously called Nibiru, planet X, or Wormwood was returning around the year 2012 and would this cause a reversal of the poles?
There would be huge Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tidal waves, and elimination of most of the world’s population. Those left would have to return to living off the land and probably few would survive this new way of living. Others were worried about the sun’s magnetic field and solar flares affecting our magnetic field, knocking out our satellites and our electrical grid - shutting down our civilisation in one fell sweep.
Much of the prophecy was drawn from Christianity and the religious belief in the End Times. However, many indigenous natives of the world, the Mayans, the Hopi Indians, the Hindus, ancient texts, also talked about a shift into another dimension of reality - a great shift after a massive upheaval and cleansing process of the Earth’s surface. This was said to be a regular occurrence and had very little to do with the way we humans were polluting the atmosphere, although it certainly was not very helpful.
The precession of the equinoxes they claimed, was a naturally occurring event every 26,000 years, and we were entering it again. Entering an energy called photon energy. This energy would cause us to lose our electromagnetic fields. Would we be unable to utilise electrical equipment so new forms of gravitational and electrical fields would have to be established quite quickly? They also told us that the loss would actually be a benefit as all atoms and molecules at the subatomic level would be altered when we enter into this new energy. Humans would be changed in magical ways.
These were some of the beliefs being passed around on the internet. Most who followed these prophetic warnings were establishing gardens, stocking up their larders - and trying to live simply - waiting for 2012 to arrive and the change to begin.
Some of the weather changes were becoming bizarre - Beijing experienced a storm that turned day into night - at 10. 30 in the morning it was black as night! At first the changes had been strange weather anomalies but now they were becoming frightening. But when the Big Shift did happen NO-ONE was ready, NO-ONE! What follows is an account of what happened to one Australian family, and how life turned upside down for billions of people around the world when the lights went out.
It was a sunny day in Perth, Australia, light breeze, really nice autumn weather. Rain was expected for the rest of the week, for which everyone was glad, as they were talking water restrictions. We had had the driest winter on record so rain would be welcome. I had just returned home after filling a couple of prescriptions at the pharmacy. Checked the fridge, took out some leftovers for a quick lunch, and returned to the reading and writing nook in the back garden to eat in peace and quiet.
I noticed a bit of a haze on the horizon, but thought it was probably the storms expected moving in. Not to worry. Forecast was sunny all day. Around 12 noon, it seemed to be getting quite a bit dimmer. Thought I had better go over and collect neighbour’s mail. She and her son worked away all week. Was starting to feel a bit edgy - the dim light was making me feel uneasy. O.K. will put in a call to my sister who lived in the city - she was a practical person, pretty well grounded, maybe the light was normal in Perth.
“Hey, what’s up Sis. Just thought I’d give you a quick call to check if the storms have hit there yet. The sky is really hazy down here and this strange light - can’t really explain it but it’s quite eerie. Feels like the sun isn’t there or something.”
“Hi! Rae. Yes it is sort of weird - no, the rain hasn’t arrived but it sure looks stormy. I was going to give you a call - John and I have to go south for a few days - John has to meet someone from over east - would you like to come down for a couple of days?"
“Hmm. Sounds good - Can I bring the kitten."
“Well the dog is here - Pippa brought him down with her and the kids."
Jen, was a very generous person and it was usually open house when she and John opened up the property. “Oh, well I can’t leave him home. I will have to keep him in the laundry. I might have to put him on a leash.” “O.K. How long will it take you to get down here?” Jen and I and John were always in contact when we travelled south - the cell phone did cut out in some areas but we were able to keep in touch most of the way. “I’ll call you, better get a move on - it will take a good four hours. I’ll be coming via Pemberton. Don’t fancy driving in the dark. Expect me around five."
My sister and brother-in-law had a lovely property. Grape vines covered acres of the property, two big dams full of marron, a nice little farmhouse and just a most peaceful feeling about it all. It was rather isolated and really unnoticed from the highway. “Bring warm clothes. It’s cold at night. We have the oil heaters but the bedrooms are cold."
I put down the phone and started to plan what to pack. The cell phone went centre of the table where I could not possibly miss it. Quickly took out the garbage, grabbed my kitten and his litter tray - got him settled in his carrier on the back seat - snatched a bottle of water from the fridge, and filled a box with whatever I could find in the pantry. Even though they had a pantry full of tinned foods I always contributed whatever I could find. Locked front and back doors and was out of the house inside 30 minutes. First stop, petrol station to fill up, get oil and tyres checked - drew $100 from the ATM - and then off. It was really looking dark now - everyone had their lights on.
I knew that Pippa was down there with her small family and that my nephew was riding his bike down. Jarrad was in training for a bike ride from Albany to Perth to raise funds for various charities, but this ride would be exhausting. He was fit and did a lot of cycling but the weather was really weird. I still had a feeling of anxiety that something was not normal.
This little group of people were my only family. Pippa and Jarrad were my sister’s son and daughter in law - they had three children. There was another son who was working in Singapore. He had had two little girls. They visited often and Rene was over with the children, staying with her mother in Perth. They would come down too when they were able to get some transport.
The drive down was extremely stressful. No street lights as this was open country. Had lights on high beam the whole way and never saw a car. Finally pulled into the bush road to the property and was grateful that John had left the gate open for me. The property was surrounded by an electrified fence and so it was kind of important to have that gate open..
Driving up the bumpy, gravel track I tried to adjust my eyesight to see if the macadamia nut tree I planted a few years ago was alive. It had never done well down here but managed to keep living somehow. There were several fruit trees growing on the property. The soil was rich. Had been a potato farm before my brother-in-law bought it. The huge sheds were still there and now housed machinery for running the vineyard.
As I switched off the car motor and lights and got the kitten from the back seat I saw the front door open a tiny slit and heard the high voices of little people excitedly calling my name. I squeezed in, passing the cat over and kissing little cheeks on the way. It was a lovely little farm house. Always enjoyed the cottagey feel about it. My sister was in the kitchen busily getting something together to feed us. Not like me she was a superb cook and it was a real treat to eat with them.
Returning to the car I got my backpack and some bags of kitten food and went round the back door to catch a glimpse of the dams, so peaceful and calm - yelled to Jen, “Am I in the office?” That was where I slept when there was a full house. I noticed Pippa stretched out on the couch - “Hi Pippa - what time did you get down? Straight sailing was it? Heard from Jarrad?” She continued reading, after a few nods. She was usually worn out and made the visit to the farm her time to rest. “Oh, Hi Rae! - He is cycling down, expect him any time now.”
We all sat in the front room where the oil heater made it so cosy and watched the T.V. news. The news readers were all talking about the unusual light. But the main news bulletins were focused on the disasters that were growing around the world.
The economy had collapsed in many countries after a lot of propping up by governments. Unemployment was rife and people were roaming the streets – an ominous sign of civil unrest and paranoia was growing, especially among the elderly.
They had had a taste of bashings before, when things were not so rough, so felt quite vulnerable – trust was starting to crumble. Doors were locked early and no-one ventured out after 6 in the evening.
There was money still circulating and most industry was still operating – the shit hadn’t quite hit the fan – but many businesses had gone under, the wine industry had collapsed -grapes still sold but no-one wanted the wine. Had to wonder whether Jen and Johns’ huge vineyard was a viable proposition – what were they going to do?
Just then John arrived home. He had been visiting Smith Bros., the winery on the hill; it was visible from John’s place. The combined grape harvest of the two properties was processed on the Smith Bros. property. Johnno was the manager of the vineyard, but it was owned by an Eastern States firm. Sheep and cattle could be seen as small dots - grazing peacefully.
I unpacked a few things, caught up with the children’s activities and looked around to see how I could help. “What can I do Jen? Set the table ?” Jen and John were talking together in the kitchen so I was keeping busy out of earshot. “Yes, thanks Rae. I’ll be there in a minute."
I turned back to putting plates around the huge dining table where we had enjoyed numerous social occasions over the years. Suddenly squeals of delight from Tommy. He had spotted his Dad propping his bike on the back verandah.
Jarrad limped in - looking completely buggered. “Oh Boy! that was some ride. Could hardly see a metre in front of me, what’s with this strange light? It’s October, should be daylight this time of the evening.” Hearing the excitement, Jen and John came into the front room and we sat around talking until the children took over and were banished to the kitchen for their tea.
Pippa and Jarrad were good parents and the children were open about their feelings and were listened to respectfully when they had something to say, but at the proper time.
The two little girls, Susannah and Stacey, 9 and 8 respectively, were very bright, although very different in temperament. Tommy, 4 years was a little ray of sunshine. Jen and Johns’ other son worked in Singapore and had to do a lot of travelling. James and Rene, with their two little girls, were back and forth to Perth. We did see quite a lot of them.
Jen and Pippa vanished into the kitchen to supervise the children’s evening meal. I thought this was a good time to ask John about James and Rene - “Have you heard if Jamie is flying home John? Jen did mention he would be coming down sometime soon.” “Yep, was just talking to him this morning - he is flying in tomorrow. Rene has her mother’s car so they will all come down - should arrive in the afternoon sometime."
After we had eaten - Barnaby, the poodle and Jinj my kitten were the centre of attention. They were not getting along so I settled the kitten in the office. The children went to bed and we settled down to watching TV, reading newspapers and magazines. There was always plenty to read. Jen and I usually got into mind games.
The property was shared out among family members so Jen and John provided entertainment for whoever was visiting. There was a satellite dish for extra T.V. channels, video player and lots of games to test I.Q. A lot of riding around on the gator and their bikes kept the kids amused. There was marron to catch and eat, many really nice wineries to visit and lovely eating places tucked away in bush settings. It was a very comfortable 21st century life style but – how quickly that was to change.
The second day of our stay dawned. It was again hazy. We switched on the lights early. The family sauntered out one by one to feed themselves on toast, eggs and coffee. The children were fed and sat to watch a favourite video. The oil heaters had been on all night, the house was lovely and warm. We were looking forward to Rene and Jamie’s arrival later in the day.
Lunch was on the table at 1.30. We had gone for a drive to check fences to see where the roos got in. Lunch was salads, cold meats and fresh bread. Help yourself was the credo – no-one was obliged to wait on anyone else. I thought to myself how nice this life style was – we did take it for granted.
Around 3.30 Jamie and his small family arrived. The little cousins knew each other and went off to play. Jamie, John and Jarrad sat around the table discussing the economy, while Pippa and Rene renewed their friendship. There was a lot of catching up to do.
I watched them chattering away and wondered how they would cope if a new life was thrust upon them. Our generation had things a lot harder. I remembered the old dunnies, newspaper hanging on a hook behind the door and a bottle of phenyl on the floor. The pot under the bed for emergencies.
Trekking to the outhouse, at the bottom of the yard, in the middle of the night, was not something we relished. No heating after the kitchen stove and maybe a wood fire in the family room was out for the night. No refrigerators, no computers, no television, videos players, or cell phones, no iPods, no money for overseas trips, no money for the latest brand name clothes.
Yes, it was a poor life but a much less stressful life. The age of technology in my humble opinion has increased personal stress levels tenfold. I wondered how we would cope with plain no frills living today, having been spoilt with so many luxuries for so long. I wondered what was in store as we approached the dates that had been talked about as being the end times. If we had to, could we handle a return to living off the land and a dependence on physical ability to meet our everyday needs.
By 4 o’clock the night was upon us and it was very black and bleak outside. Once again we had the oil heaters on and so the house was warm. Everyone retired early – fortunately there are lots of bedrooms. Bunk beds for the kids had solved a few problems. I elected to sleep on the long couch in the front room where the main oil heater was on all night.
It must have been about 3 a.m. when I noticed I was feeling cold. Went over to check the heater and it was off. Strange, must have run out of oil - have they run out of oil? Oh well - not to worry - will just slip out to the laundry to use the toilet. Turned on kitchen light - no light. No light in the laundry either. Electricity was off. Oh Boy!
It was really damp and cold out back so didn’t linger too long - trying not to make a noise, managed to trip over some boots. “Is that you Rae?” Jen appeared, feeling her way into the kitchen with hands stretched in front of her. What’s up with the lights?” “Don’t know, but the electricity seems to be off - the heater went off about 20 minutes ago. Have you run out of oil?” “Don’t know,” whispered Jen - “I’ll get John to look at it in the morning."
I crept back to the sofa and tried to fall asleep, but tossed and turned. It was cold … no use trying to sleep. Might as well get up and get dressed - put on some warm clothes.
Feeling warmer, I fumbled around in the dark kitchen finding a box of matches on the shelf over the old fashioned stove. There had been talk off ripping the stove out at one time but Jen had decided to keep it as a talking point. The microwave was mostly used but there was also a gas stove which ran off the gas cylinders.
It was so dark outside but everyone was beginning to stir. I had managed to find candles, the big torch was of no use. Must need batteries, I thought to myself. The few candles were lighting the way as the children stumbled out from their rooms rubbing eyes and blinking.
“Why is it so dark outside Mum?” asked Susannah. “Don’t have a clue, your guess is as good as mine."
Pippa was getting the bread out to toast some bread for the children and was trying to keep things as normal as possible. She got the bread into the toaster and then it dawned on her, no electricity. “John, have you checked the fuses?” asked Jen. “Yep, can’t see anything blown out there. I’ll give Colin a call and see if his electricity is off."