The Blue-White Lightning Bolt
A direct question and a dream from the Field: Who are you after the bolt?
This Feels Right
This first article is precisely why I wanted to build a new coherent room tier inside theBWWT, so I could freely share the acceleration of this incoming nonlinear field data.
I need to be clear. I am not offering this as a prediction, doctrine, or a claim about what anyone else should believe. I’m sharing it as Field Data from my lived experience — the kind of symbolic material that sometimes arrives with enough charge that I know it is asking to be tended, not broadcast raw.
Keep in mind that your comments here are visible only to those with a genuine interest in what I, and perhaps future coherent contributors, share. At this point, what I share does not have mass appeal. It’s the fringe; it’s the edge of consensus reality. And it is no longer a wide-open broadcast to bots and lookie-loos. It is a place to work with the language of resonance and the power of coherence.
What many of us are remembering now — mostly through the experiential states of “contact with more,” occurred because our worldview was repeatedly shattered. We lost our identities and everything connected to them. In hindsight, we see these were necessary events to restore our true nature, but it need not be as uncomfortable for you. Why? Because you won’t be alone, like many of us were.
A Few Notes to Gently Frame What I Share
For the record, in my world, Field Data refers to dreams, downloads, visions, and similar somatically-anchored experiences. I have many articles available here on theBWWT to learn more about how this all came to be.
When I share my Field Data, it comes from my lived experience. I have received and shared this empowering data for some time now. It’s a signal born of Love, passed through me to you. I know the resonant hum of my instrument and how the Field communes with me. And yet I still translate inaccurately from time to time. That said, I’m always happy if people find it helpful. Last but not least, at this extraordinary time for humanity, it is important to listen to the data that, above all, resonates with and empowers you.
Early Morning Field Data
I want to emphasize what this most recent Field Data was not saying: “this is what is going to happen.” Instead, it responded to my clear, embodied request for greater awareness and offered more than I expected.
Two nights ago, after a long, tiring, and emotionally heavy day, I sort of had a rant-dialogue with the intelligence that delivered the emotional awareness tool, “The Dialogue,” all those years ago. I will spare you the details, because this is my private radical somatic-honesty rant. But know that under my breath, and at the close before landing in bed, I stated firmly:
I need to know now.
I won’t accept zero response.
Give me some greater awareness of why I’m still here. (I’m making it prettier here in the article. Usually this is where I say, and as I have said over the years many times, “Throw me a f*&king bone!”) My other long-time friends who are navigating these territories of rapidly accelerating consciousness while living in “crazy town limitation land” might agree. It can be very challenging to begin to open to, let alone be a decades-long carrier of this data under these circumstances.
I need to understand why I have had to navigate this in invisibility, with few resources, while struggling to keep my head above water. To this day, I continue to experience “contact with more” and data downloads, and I have no clear-cut way to both honor the signal and explain them linearly to other humans. I remain here. Still trusting, because you somatically light up my heart, my palm, and the bottoms of my feet. You fill me with Love and guide me each step of the way. I absolutely trust this Love above all else. But honestly? Sometimes I really need an update.
The Field’s Response
At 3 am, I woke in the night with an inner image. It was a quick flash of a blue-white horizontal lightning bolt. POW! It interrupted my barely developing thoughts as I was waking up. It even paused the Pandora Comedy track I had coming through my earbuds (humor is my unconventional sleep aid). It then informed me, in the somatic way it does, that this was coming. But it was less an event to interpret and more like a question to prepare for:
Who are you before the bolt?
Who are you after the bolt?
How much distance is there between the two?
I do not understand this as something to fear. I understand it as an orientation question.
When life interrupts the old frame — when the familiar story resets, breaks, pauses, or no longer holds — who are we then? Do we reach for the old scripts? Do we collapse into panic? Do we perform certainty? Do we ask the old room to tell us who we are?
Or can we return to the deeper ground and continue to embody the greater essence of who we are?
For me, the practice is not to brace for interruption. It is to orient before, during, and after it.
I am here.
I tell the truth about who and where I am.
I return and resync with the body.
I let Love remain present.
I do not make fear the authority.
I listen for the note that can still be sounded and guides me forward from here.
And that is the piece I want to pass along the most: not the alarm of the image, but the usefulness of the question.
Who are you after the horizontal blue-white lightning bolt?
In my body awareness, it does not feel like a test.
It does not feel like a threat.
It feels like an invitation to remember what remains when the old frame and related identity are interrupted.
Of course, this was a private experience with my own words and imagery. And yet, I feel the orientation section may be useful to you. Insert the specific details of your transformational journey, your rants, your story, and maybe we meet up on the other side of the blue light — where important pieces of ourselves await.
The Dream Beyond the Blue
At 5 am, I woke up again, still questioning what all of this was about. Just as I decided to get up for the day, I felt almost drugged and pulled back into a deep sleep. I had a dream that I was working with someone: helping them bridge through the tones on our two separate piano keyboards separated by a wall. The practice was a kind of call-and-response from the old, out-of-phase orientation to the now-familiar resonant one. I asked her who she is now, after the bolt. She quickly provided a very specific new name.
The entire dream was much more detailed, but I offer an overview to convey that this is another embedded message from the night’s activities: following this “blue bolt,” we may be unpacking more of our gifts.