Lakkos Artist Residency

Heraklion, Crete, Greece.

The energy is palpable. 

Vignettes.

During a nightly meditation, I received the 12th Ray. I learned that it is the Divine Unity/Universal Christ Consciousness frequency that “emanates from the Great Central Sun…, manifests the qualities of peace, harmony, creativity, and unconditional love…, [and] balances the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine.” It is maintained in the ethers above Crete in The Temple of Truth. (Robbins, n.d., n.p.) 

I’d been working on Christ Consciousness in my personal ascension plan, reading Essene texts and focusing on the Sun, the same texts that mention the Sisterhood of the Rose, but I had not yet noticed that. 

I’d been asking for love, peace and harmony to flow through me. 

I’d been releasing all fear and doubts that block the way to creative expression.

Star told us that there was wisdom in between breaths and for 20 seconds a day, I should focus on the breath, specifically the in-between space (Soul Spa). The first morning that I intentionally focused on this space for 20 seconds, I heard, “Sophia.” I searched the meaning and found that Sophia in Greek means, wisdom. Wisdom is indeed in between the breaths. Through this wisdom is Creation.

Sophia maintains the higher rays, including the 12th Ray in Crete, and is involved with the Sisterhood of the Rose. 

On Wednesday: a drizzly morning, alone at the Palace.

“Can I touch it? With just my hands, not my feet?” I asked about an original mosaic floor in Knossos. Looking around, he said, “Ehmm, yeah, ok.” I touched it. “Now, I feel like I want to touch it, too.” He knelt down and touched it, too. The guard.  

12 groups of 12 women each. 144.

The Sisterhood of the Rose came to Crete after fleeing Atlantis. Their memory danced in the theatre of the oldest road in Europe, there at the palace. Pink roses appeared along the way, 

their interconnections 

points of sacred geometry. 

The visitors were still few. I found a corner on a step and took off my socks and shoes. I put my bare feet on that same ground. 

Memories flooding.

Tears streaming.

I saw us dancing.

I laughed.

I cried.

I rejoiced in this moment.

And something bit me. I laughed at the DNA exchange. It must have been familiar.

A single Greek coffee with medium sugar, parakalo.

And that little sweet cheese Cretan pie that I still cannot pronounce (Lichnarakia), warmed is best. A kitty tried to snatch it.

On Thursday, I went to the outdoor market and bought a bouquet of pink roses.

It’s no surprise that The Sisterhood of the Rose, the mystery school of knowledge, sought refuge in Knossos. I already know the word, Gnosis, “knowledge of spiritual mysteries or knowledge of thyself,” a feminine Greek noun. The ascension path reveals more and more that these are one and the same. I’d remembered that word and Logos, the Word, from my studies in undergrad.

A child walks by, “Look a pink rose!” laughed Mathew, the residency host. I mentioned that the hand towel he gave me at the residency was also covered in pink roses.

The Sisterhood of the Rose is found in both Gnostic gospels and Essene texts. There’s even a Gnostic gospel called The Sophia of Jesus. I looked it up, and it’s a seven-page pdf. My feet tingle with the alchemical processing.

“But I, who came from Infinite Light, I am here - for I know him (Light) - that I might speak to you about the precise nature of the truth. For whatever is from itself is a polluted life; it is self-made. Providence has no wisdom in it. And fate does not discern. But to you it is given to know; and whoever is worthy of knowledge will receive (it), whoever has not been begotten by the sowing of unclean rubbing but by First Who Was Sent, for he is an immortal in the midst of mortal men.” (Parrott, p. 1) 

I’d been thinking quite a bit about immortality and singing to my body systems, “Go electrons, go electrons, go!” And to my Body Elemental, “Go Body Elemental, go body elemental go!” She has hype dance moves, and we laugh as we recalibrate misappropriated DNA. Everyone, go clockwise, now!

Sanat Kumara, through the unlocking of the Seven Seals had given me a clue into the coding. Sanat Kumara had come to me on my best friend’s birthday. It had taken 21 months and countless clues before I finally realized who it was. I was on the way back from Helsinki, clearing out old photos because there was no tv screen on the plane. I came across a screenshot that I’d saved in my phone: “Who is senakumar?” I hadn’t heard very clearly, the name given to me and had not spelled it close enough for Google to provide any relevant answers. It’s interesting that my knowledge comes through in the way that is the most challenging for me. I can’t understand a word until I see it written. This is an interesting block to clear. I’ll add that to the list.

Sanat Kumara is a twin flame that came from Venus to assist humanity’s consciousness progression, to quicken Cosmic Christ Consciousness. The human experiment in free will certainly needs all the Light help it can get. “He is the Planetary Logos of Earth.” This statement seems to be reductionist for Logos and Kumara, but the connection is important.

There is twin flame knowledge coded throughout all of these synchronicities but that is not the focus of this piece. Not this time; at least, not directly.

Sanat Kumara “initiates us on the path of the ruby ray… (Jones, 2007, p. ).” 

“The strains of Sanat Kumara’s keynote were captured by Jan Sibelius in Finlandia (Jones, 2007, p. ).” What is incredible about this is that “Finlandia” is not a Finnish word. The word for “Finland” in Finnish is “Suomi.” “Finlandia” is the word in Spanish (and Italian) for the country, Finland. All this was revealed to me when I was on a plane from Finland to Spain, where I was living at the time. I had not been in Finland for 7 years prior. And what I just discovered while proofing this is that it is also the word in Greek, Greece being where I am now, making the first official art piece in 7 years.

There are 12 initiations and a Path of the Rose Cross. I won’t get too deep into this; there is too much to learn but, in this moment, I will quote, “They are the guardians of the twelve gates of the Holy City... They are the foundation of the Twelve Hierarchies of the Sun. They are the initiators of the hundred and forty and four thousand on the Path of the Rose Cross (Prophet, 2001, p. 32).” It is also mentioned that there “are four and twenty seats of authority whom the Nameless One hath assigned unto twin flames representing the Twelve Hierarchies of the Sun in the masculine and feminine power/wisdom/love (Prophet, 2001, p. 29)” but like I said, this piece isn’t about twin flames. It is about balancing the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine. It is about power/wisdom/love. It is about the Sun. It is about 12.

Venus’ orbit draws a rose, an 8-year cycle. “Hello!” I say to Venus, Saturn small beside her, spin around to wave at Jupiter glowing bright and Mars, the small orange rising. They’re all going to align on January 25th.

On Monday, it was a full moon. Considering the reputation of that moon, well, it was no surprise that I ended my ‘responsible’ date early, tempted by immortality, that was offering some real fun. That balance of fun is necessary to stay up. Go electrons, go electrons, go! Go Body Elemental, go body elemental go! Yeah, I had so much fun. The energy was calling me in. It didn’t make any logical sense, but in terms of energies, well, like I said, that’s where it gets fun.

It was on the 1st day of the residency that I’d decided to do a tribute to the Sisterhood of the Rose. It was a full week and one day later when Mathew and I walked the street with my rose template and paint can. At that moment, there were 12 pink roses added to the street:   

Graffiti-template-style to blend in with everyday life and culture here in the city of Crete because even though they were not typically hidden from society (at least not back in those days), the Sisterhood was a secret, blending in day-to-day, aside from the profound peace, innate Light, like the Sun, and the Divine Love that they emanated, besides all that, they blended in, I guess.

Like a bright pink rose blends in with graffiti. 

This was all on the same day that the 12 Star-assisted Dragon Goddess Seeds had been planted. January 14, 2025. 

A single Greek coffee, medium sugar, parakalo.

Friday, I went on another responsible date. I don’t know why. I hadn’t learned my lesson, yet. But by the end of that one, I’d started to be more honest with myself. This is where it gets ridiculous. I was going on dates, looking to match the same energy I’d already been gifted. I love a humbling moment that makes me laugh at myself. What was I thinking? I’d been hand-served on a platter, bandera, if you will, the exact energy that I needed here and now. What was I doing looking for it elsewhere? How absurd. The absurdity of radical honesty and authenticity that can only make me laugh. I’d walked past this place several times, each time slowing down because I really wanted to go but it was intimidating. The social culture here is not designed for solo travelers but finally I was pulled in.

I was handed the menu: Croquetas, en serio? Jamón serrano, come on! No puede ser. I haven’t made any rash decisions, but Spain hasn’t loosened her grip, at least not yet. How in the actual fuck did I end up in a Spanish tapas bar in Greece?

“Is there anything Greek on this menu?” I started with a freddo espresso and ended with a Cretan Red (Krasi). I refuse to eat paella in Greece ni tomar ninguna copa de Rioja. 

A bouquet of pink roses has been tossed into an abandoned lot.

On Saturday, I was resting in my room, storing up energy for the Name-Day Party that I’d been invited to later that evening. I was thinking about Star and the 12 conceived seedlings. I shifted my eyes over and saw a Phoenix on my wall, appropriately from Light. The Phoenix symbolizing rebirth and… immortality, an immortal bird that gets its energy directly from the Sun. I’d just snapped a photo of a coin in a museum because of how much it resembled the eagle on US money. I now see that it is a Phoenix.

Go electrons, go electrons, go! Go Body Elemental, go Body Elemental, go!

A double Greek coffee, medium sugar, parakalo. I was going to need it.

A little girl sells me two pink roses.

There are now 12 roses in my room. The bouquet had nine; I hadn’t counted. And now these two.

I have the 12th. 

Inspired by Sanat Kumara’s transmission, I’d spent several weeks reciting, “The alchemy of transcendence whereby this mortal shall put on immortality and this corruptible shall put on incorruption (Prophet, 2001, p. 74).” Immortality paid me a visit. Gave me a good time, showed me myself, and allowed me to choose with clarity what type of experience I was going to have in Crete. Astrology said that we’d be releasing micro-traumas hidden deep within, but I’d ignored it. There can’t be more, can there?

Apparently. 

A bottle of Cretan Red, notwithstanding. 

At least there was no Raki this time!

Did I mention that I researched the meaning of the name celebrating their Name-Day Party?

And the name means:  Immortal.

A pink rose is painted on a canvas above my chair at the bar.

The Sisterhood of the Rose is ready to reveal their knowledge to those willing to receive it. I did this tribute to the Sisterhood, in gratitude for continuing after Atlantis, and for continuing today. I am still trying to lift the veil of all my understanding. The veil, thinner and thinner every day. 

It took me a full week and one day later to be clear. I won’t harp too much on why it took me so long to be honest with myself, but I will remember this lesson moving forward and with much gratitude that I was given the option to create the scenario that I wanted. I was given four tries. Each time that I failed, I thought that I was done, only to desire another opportunity, to state this clearly, and to immediately be given the opportunity, again. And, again. And, again. And, again. Now, that’s a gift, four gifts, over a full week and one day.

Has the last petal dropped?

It’s hard to hit publish on a piece that continues to reveal itself. At least I can edit this post as many times as I’d like.

Unlike this tattoo I just got.

A single Greek coffee with medium sugar, parakalo.

Efharisto. 

Works Cited

Jones, A. (2007). The Seven Sacred Flames. Mount Shasta Light Publishing.

Parrott, D. (n.d.). “The Sophia of Jesus Christ” in The Nag Hammadi Library.  https://www.wendag.com/dokumente/geskrifte/The%20Sophia%20of%20Jesus%20Christ.pdf

Prophet, E. (2001). The Opening of the Seventh Seal: Sanat Kumara on the Path of the Ruby Ray. The Summit Lighthouse Library.

Robbins, N. (n.d.). “The Higher Divine Rays: The 12th Golden Ray of Unity Consciousness” in Elements Design Collection. https://elementsdesigncollection.com/the-higher-divine-rays-the-12th-golden-ray-of-unity-consciousness/

Soul Spa. Various Conversations.  https://robinalexis.com/soul-spa-home/