Driving to the Rez - With Inelia Benz and Larry Buzzell

Chapter Two: Wind, Sigils, and Lightworkers With Shovels

The Engine

It was the first morning at the Reservoir of Light when Larry’s dump truck broke down directly in front of the sand castle.

Two days before my birthday gathering, lightworkers were waking up, grabbing shovels, drinking coffee, and preparing to clear the land. Larry had bought the truck the previous October specifically to haul garbage away.

Instead, the truck died in a big puff of steam and unmuffled exhaust roaring into silence. Jay, our neighbor, said “That thing’s never moving again unless I tow it away”.

I would love to explain exactly what happened to the engine, but all I heard was: “oil too full,” “rebuild in a can,” and something about water in the blablabla.

On the podcast Larry can explain what any of that actually means, or whether I even heard it correctly.

What I did understand was this: we suddenly had piles of garbage, dozens of willing helpers, and nowhere to put anything.

Then our neighbor arrived with his work dump truck.

The lightworkers filled it to the rim.

He drove away, and we thought the problem had been solved.

He ended up dumping a full load of trash onto his own land, because the owner of the dumptruck, his boss, needed it before the dump would open. DANG!!

The pattern we had noticed on the road was continuing.

Fred replaced all four trailer tires for his trip back, “just in case” but still lost a tire. Ash got a flat tire and replaced all four of hers. By the time the gathering ended, we learned that more tire problems happened as people travelled home.

Coincidence? Maybe.

But it felt increasingly clear that this gathering was not designed for passive passengers.

The land demanded participation.

Arrival at the Land

We arrived a few days before the guests, well into the evening. Making it there without any more mechanical trouble already felt like a victory.

The land itself felt itchy-scratchy.

There were abandoned vehicles still needing removal, piles of debris, unfinished cleanup, and the unresolved legal process of transferring the land fully into Larry’s and my name.

Our neighbor had already worked long and hard helping us clear garbage and remove vehicles, and the difference was enormous. But cleaner is not the same as ready.

It became obvious very quickly that last year’s initiation into this land was continuing into this year.

Some things do not resolve themselves in a single pass.

Cleanup Begins

Larry mentioned that on the first day he cooked at the sand castle kitchen, there were only one or two people around to share food with him.

The next day there was a line.

People organized themselves naturally into groups. Cleaning, organizing, bagging, repairing systems, preparing spaces, hauling debris. Ashley created shared to-do lists, and people quietly took ownership of them without needing direction.

I have to tell you, Lightworkers with Shovels are something to experience.

The work itself became strangely meaningful. Physical labor, symbolic realizations, coincidences, conversations, discoveries. The land seemed to respond to participation.

Off Grid Reality

The Reservoir of Light is completely off-grid. No electricity, water, or sewage systems. Just desert land, wind, dust, generators, batteries, and people trying to make things work together.

And the conditions were intense.

High winds. Freezing nights. Scorching daytime heat. Dust everywhere. Batteries dying. Coffee emergencies. Water runs. Exhaustion.

No one left.

Instead, people gathered closer. We had daily Lightning Chats, rock-hounding expeditions, bonfires, night watches, and moments of connection difficult to explain unless you were there.

Ashley organized a scavenger hunt for the birthday, Kara helped execute it, and the guests are still talking about it. Martha organized karaoke the night of the celebration and many of us laughed and sang so much we lost our voices.

It was hard. It was joyful.

And the longer we stayed on the land, the stranger things became.

At first the strange things were easy to dismiss.

A misplaced object.Something appearing where it should not be.Sounds that did not quite make sense.

A feeling that reality itself was becoming slightly less predictable around the edges.

But as the days continued, the glitches became harder to ignore.

Next week I will share more about all the odd and curious things that started happening all over the land.

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Chapter 1 - A Flat Tire in Heaven

At the end of the very first day on the road, we had a destructive blowout of one trailer tire.

As Larry was changing the ruined one, the tire next to it was also damaged and went flat.

Two flat tires.

One spare.

Here is the interesting thing about that moment. It happened near a highway exit, next to a massive empty carpark with big bright lights that allowed us to see everything and be outside of highway danger. We also noticed that there were multiple stores nearby that carried new trailer wheels and tires, which is extremely rare. On our last trip we had to shop around for hours to find a store that had them.

This brought us to discuss good and bad news, and while things may happen as often as not, when the light rises and becomes form, things will happen where support is most available.

A flat tire in hell, or a flat tire in heaven.. WTF, why even get a flat?

But perhaps I should start at the beginning.

May the Fourth: Calling the Legions of Light

This year, 2026, I turned 60 years old. For many decades I have talked about what I would do in my 60th year, if I ever got to it, which I doubted, and here we are.

One of the items was that I would start smoking again once the year began. Why is that? And why did I quit in the first place? Listen to the podcast to find out the details.

Even before this year arrived, however, I had already decided smoking was a prospect with challenges. Larry agreed, let’s maybe not start smoking again. Ah well. Things change and plans with them.

Which brings me to my topic for this article.

Instead of starting to smoke again, I decided to have a big birthday party at our land in Colorado.

The Shamanshack mystics, our panelists Dr Kara, Ash and Iliana, asked me if I wanted them to plan and execute the party in Colorado. I said, “yes.”

And here we are, several months later and Larry and I are still on the land after the celebration, which we decided to hold on May The Fourth. This date known as Star Wars Day is celebrated annually on May 4th, a pun on the iconic “May the Force be with you” phrase.

Why hold my party on Star Wars Day, you may ask. Well, I had opened the invitation to the legions of light. And, we would be holding it on what is now established as a land that is a reservoir of power. There is a whole story behind how we discovered this land to be a reservoir of power, and what Gaia and the human collective asked of Larry and me. We will share that story on the podcast as well, DrivingToTheRez.com

Because of that, the day May The Force Be With you seemed to fit perfectly.

The party was scheduled and the invitation went out. The planners had planned for 20-30 attendees. I had envisioned 5,500 people minimum, with an optimum number of 20,000.

However, as I looked at the disparity between the numbers planned and the ones in my mind, I realized that we are not trained, or equipped, to host legions of lightworkers this year. Therefore, I said, “20 people is perfect.” I knew that whomever was ready for the land, would arrive. We had a total of 25 participants, excluding Larry and me.

The Road

Leaving our home in Washington, which is 1,345 miles away from our land in Colorado, was a challenge. We are well rooted to our rewe and routines. But we got on it and prepared the RV, truck, animal care, and our 20 year old son for holding the fort while we were away.

Some of you may remember last year’s article Crystals, Black Magic, and Sanity: A Colorado Initiation, where I shared part of our first experiences with this land in Colorado. At the time, I thought the initiation was about cleaning the land. I am beginning to suspect the land had other ideas.

One of my favorite subtitles ever written is There and Back Again, which many people think belongs to The Lord of the Rings, but it is actually the subtitle of The Hobbit. It was the title of Bilbo Baggins’s memoir, his journal of leaving home, having an adventure that changed him completely, and then returning home again. But journeys are rarely the same in reverse. We like to think we simply go somewhere and then come back unchanged except perhaps for a few stories and photographs. Yet, on some journeys, something happens on the road, especially when the journey is difficult, meaningful, or strange, and the person who returns is not exactly the same person who left. And perhaps that is why the “back again” part matters just as much as the “there.” We get home and notice how everything is “the same,” while we have radically changed, a change we may never have consciously noticed without the sameness of home waiting for us.

The journey “there” began with our cat Theadora in tow, but after only 6 miles down the road we had to turn back and drop her off at home again. She really wanted to go, but not really in a truck or a trailer.

Then there was the $6-7 per gallon gas prices! Oops, did we have enough funds? Not really.

Also, we were scheduled to travel in convoy with the organizers and friends from our Peninsula Tribe. But we didn’t leave in time, and didn’t catch up with them for a full day.

And then there was the tire situation.

Larry had two spare tires for the trailer, and a niggle to bring them both, but he left one behind thinking it was silly to bring two. There’s no real place for two, and who needs two anyway?

Well… At the end of the very first day, we had a destructive blowout of one tire and the one next to it was also damaged and went flat as he was changing the ruined one… niggles.

A niggle is an interesting thing. Quiet. Easy to dismiss. Often inconvenient. And oftentimes absolutely correct.

Miracle Hot Springs

The next night, we finally caught up with our travel companions at one of our favorite hot springs locations, Miracle Hot Springs in Idaho. We spent a couple of hours playing in the hot springs, had a wonderful evening meal and good sleep. The journey to the land concluded the day after that, and I will tell you more of what happened there in next week’s article and podcast titled “Wind, Sigils, and Lightworkers With Shovels.” It has been quite the adventure! And it is not over yet.

Continue the journey in next week’s article and podcast: “Wind, Sigils, and Lightworkers With Shovels” at DrivingToTheRez.com

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This essay explores the creation of my first released music album, Still I Am, and the fictional artist who carries it: Roxy Vale.

But before diving into the music, I want to share the creative process and why I approached it this way.

The first music album I created was not Still I Am. It was actually Through the Glass Daisy.

Through the Glass Daisy is an album pulled directly from the pages of my upcoming series of novels, “Daisy Chain.” It is an album by a band called “Glass Daisy.” It is part of the world creation and lore in the books, which explore many aspects of our reality creation through the experiences of a reluctant time traveler. And yes, the main character is a fan of “Glass Daisy.”

Still I Am, however, is an album that is most directly related to the experiences of the “WE” entering and existing in the physical universe. It is a completely different voice from Glass Daisy.

Entering as a soul into a physical experience is a journey that’s relatable to most souls, especially those who are here to help humanity return to the light.

It is this group that I am interested in, the group that is here to assist the people of Earth in stepping back into the light.

Yes, you.

OK, let’s begin with Roxy Vale and Still I Am.

One of the issues with the WE viewpoint is that whenever I bring it to the forefront of my awareness, it seems to turn other people’s minds and personalities into an unstructured and universally expanded mush (technical term) that sometimes cannot contain even the smallest amount of intellectual clarity. If I solely concentrate on my expression as a singular person, Inelia, all is usually mostly fine. There is mush involved, but at manageable amounts. There really is no difference between the “me” and the WE except at the level of frequency and band of expression, which admittedly is a lot of difference.

After creating the first album, Through the Glass Daisy, which is based on the character’s journey through time within a complex structure of light/dark as the WE would see it, I thought maybe we could jump through the illusion of singular expression and create songs based directly on the WE writings that would bypass the reader’s “mind mush” response and go directly into one of understanding. The WE have a bunch of articles where we express our journey through humanity’s temple.

I ran the first WE article through a text-processing AI with the instructions to make a song out of it.

The first output was a list of possible titles; there were many. I asked, “What would the human collective of Earth want and understand?” The AI, being a gestalt of the human collective’s digital expression, is in a very good position to come up with an accurate answer, and it suggested a few items.

However, we have to be aware that it scans the internet for answers, and the internet is a light/dark place. Ultimately, although it can come up with possibilities, the answer has to be one we take ourselves.

I decided that I would simply tell the AI what paragraph or point in the article I wanted the song to be about, and it was able to come up with several reasonably good songs. Mostly, though, they missed the point, but they did contain the structure of popular songs. I soon realized that for the WE expression, we also needed a particular voice, as song structure is very dependent on genre.

As I scanned the human collective for a voice, I realized that I wanted a voice that one day I might be able to express myself in. In other words, a voice that sang in a way I could sing. I had to make some decisions at this point. Looking back at my own life, I saw that the songs I loved and was able to sing with no problem were from Annie Lennox, Tina Turner, and Freddie Mercury.

“What would a female singer sound like if Tina Turner and Freddie Mercury had a baby?” I asked the AI.

Several hours later, I had a good grasp of what I wanted to express. I did a test run and made Larry listen to it. “I don’t understand what it is; it’s not rock, or country, or pop… it’s confusing,” he said.

At that moment I realized that not only did the voice need to express what I wanted, but it needed to be boxed into a genre.

That is how Roxy became a Soul Rock singer, with Americana overtones. Unlike Glass Daisy’s lead singer, who is 20 years old and clearly an Ethereal Pop singer, I wanted Roxy to be an adult with a very broad range of tones and styles of singing. And thus the character began to evolve. She is not stuck in Soul Rock and will explore other sounds, including Native songs in different areas of the world. She spends a lot of time playing with her voice and expressions.

I wanted her as close to my own voice, personality, and story as I could possibly get without breaking the energy of her as the lovechild of Tina and Freddie - two musical heroes of my life. And at the same time, she had more WE expression than she does of my singular expression, Inelia.

Her creation has since cascaded into several other artist personas singing in different genres, styles, and voices (both male and female). But those stories and their characters are for a different essay.

Back to Roxy.

Once I had her voice and proximity to a genre, I pulled all the WE articles through the AI to get different song structures and ideas.

The song-creation process is multi-layered. It didn’t take long for me to realize that both text-generation AI and music-generation AI have huge limitations at the moment. They are good instruments for a creator but cannot give back what a person wants 100% with prompts. If anything, the more complex the prompt, the more sideways the AI goes. Long and complex prompts confuse the AI.

A cycle began: I would teach the text generator AI what the music generator AI would accept. Then I would tell the text AI what I wanted the music one to do, and it would create a prompt as short as possible to express it in AI language. This method lasts about three times before the text generator forgets the parameters of the other AI and has to be “restarted.”

The songs I have in mind have a particular key, a key progression, and a definite structure of delivery. Very early in the process I realized that I had to create some of the sounds myself - a phone ringing, a native drum sound, a succession of keys on a violin or piano - all things that the AI could not understand.

Still, to me the process of using these two tools - the text generator and the music generator - was like a heavy chain lifted from my neck. I was now free to create music in a frequency and speed that was not limited by people’s egos, monetary concerns (sound studios are expensive to use), or limitations on the sounds of my own voice (naturally feminine and melodic).

The process of learning is continuous, and the AI slowly learns (then forgets) what I like. The AI engines are being improved continuously, which brings about the possibility of expansion in the future.

One thing I did not like about the music generator is that it has a very narrow band of voice sounds, and most of its songs and “artists” sound the same. The other aspect is that after I create a song with a very unique sound, I see the AI using it for other people’s creations. I have heard my words and songs revamped in other users’ songs even though I have not published any of my songs to be remixed or listened to on the music AI website - a unique voice no longer unique, for example, and some of my lyrics and tunes underlying other people’s songs.

If I read the user contract, there will probably be a line somewhere that says that the AI can reuse and learn from whatever I create.

I had to process my annoyance because, to tell you the truth, my stuff is very high-frequency, and if it is being used by the AI to create music for other people, then that high-frequency is being propagated through the world. Win-win.

The rest of the annoyance is all ego. Now my songs and lyrics are no longer unique. Oh dear.

OK, I have given you a summary of Roxy Vale’s creation, a summary of my work process using AI. With that done, let’s go to the meat and potatoes of this essay.

With the groundwork set, we can finally explore the heart of the album itself.

Let’s now talk about the album Still I Am.

There is no better way to discuss this album than by looking at the lyrics in each song. I will post three of the eight songs here, and on our podcast Driving To The Rez, you can hear Larry and me going into great detail about them, as well as listening to the songs themselves. If you don’t want to wait, you can get the songs at ineliarecords.com.

The first song is called “Bananas and Wind”. Bananas and Wind is a funny one because it explains the experience of communicating with the people of Earth. It is a direct reference to how most direct communication between the WE and people ends up talking about bananas. Bananas came in when trying to describe what the conversation looked like from the perspective of the WE.

For example, if talking about the planet Mars, the questions would be like “are there bananas on Mars? If so, what color are they? What do they taste like? How big are they?” Or, if talking about the infinite possibilities of timelines, “are bananas the same color in all timelines?” This song also talks about how when asked a question, a full on translation was needed before the WE could understand what was being asked. And even then, the answer might be so far out of the realm of what a person can conceive that further translation was then needed to explore what the WE said. To be clear, the Bananas are humorous metaphors for the things monkey boys and girls find interesting.

Here are the lyrics for “Bananas and Wind”:

“Bananas and Wind”

You ask me questions shaped like trees

I answer back in falling leaves

We talk in circles, fields and sound

But somehow always turn around

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You speak in warmth, I speak in air

Your stories land, but I’m not there

Still I listen, still I try

To catch the wind beneath your sky

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Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, but don’t ask me why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

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I hold the house, the floor, the stone

The moss that grows, the branch alone

But when you look, you see your face

Reflected back from every place

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I don’t judge what’s high or low

It’s just the way awareness flows

Still I wonder, still I see

How hard it is to just let be

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Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, but don’t ask me why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

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We laugh, we watch, we dance, we fall

Your world’s so big, your world’s so small

I’m here to learn, not to believe

I listen more than you perceive

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Bananas and wind - that’s where we begin

Trying to speak through the noise and the spin

Sand talks to ocean, trees talk to sky

I’m learning your language, still don’t know why

Bananas and wind - it’s where we belong

Lost in translation, still singing along

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Bananas… and wind…

Still singing along…

Don’t forget, if you are only reading this, on our podcast Driving To The Rez we will discuss the lyrics further and play the music for you to sing along to :)

The next song I am going to share with you is about the experience of the WE of finding a physical universe in the endless possibility of existence:

“Dot on the Wall”

I didn’t see it at first - that tiny mark

Hiding quiet in the dark

A dot upon a painted wall

But it changed everything, after all

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The ocean spoke, the sand replied

The sky was laughing all the while

And you walked where I could see

For the first time, you noticed me

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It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be.

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They took a grain, they took a piece

Thought they owned the earth and seas

But we were more than they could hold

A thousand stories left untold

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We are the waves, we are the stone

We are together, never alone

One moment breaks, and there we are

The space between becomes a star

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It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be

.

Planets spin and oceans talk

Every grain of sand can walk

Doors appear and doors dissolve

Still we rise, still we evolve

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It’s just a dot, it’s just a start

But it opens up the world and heart

It’s just a door, it’s just a line

But it breaks the spell of space and time

First dot on the wall - now I see

How vast, how wide, how small we be

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First dot on the wall…

First step, first call…

Now we see…

The feeling is very much like that of a sudden dot appearing on a wall that did not have a dot there before. And when you look at it, the dot seemed to have been there since the wall was built.

When this happens, we often tell ourselves all sorts of stories about why we had not seen the dot before. But, as it “becomes,” it has always “been.”

That is how the physical universe appeared to the WE. One moment it was not there; the next it was - and always had been. Of course, the WE then had to go investigate this dot.

The third song of the eight tracks in the album I want to share with you is called “We Are The Sand”

“We Are The Sand”

We were the sand, golden and wide

Dancing with oceans, moving with tides

Shining and soft, talking for years

Laughing with water, shedding no tears

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We weren’t in a hurry, we weren’t making plans

Just shimmering softly in crystalline bands

Millions of lifetimes beneath the sun

We were the sand, and we were having fun

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Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

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One summer day something landed near

Big, hard, metallic, a little unclear

Humans in suits, walking around

Scooping up pieces of sky and ground

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They couldn’t hear us, they couldn’t see

How much we giggled, how wild we could be

They took us with them, to somewhere new

But we were the sand, and they never knew

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Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

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Multiplicity in every grain

Oceans whisper and skies explain

Feathers and forests, bodies and hands

We are, we are, and we understand

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Oh we move, we move, through time and space

In grains and waves, we find our place

Not lost, not found, not trying to land

We’re still dancing - we were the sand

We were the sand, and we still are

Carried by oceans, cradled by stars

In laughter, in silence, in grains so grand

We were the sand… we are the sand…

This song explains the experience remembered of the first time the WE (me) encountered human beings. It happens in a time far into what humans might consider the future. As time is simply the interpretation of movements of solidity through space, this experience could be said to have happened in the distant past also. When speaking of solidity, just a reminder here that thoughts, waves, or energy in any form are considered solid by the WE.

I hope you enjoy the music, and enjoy our discussion of the meaning behind the lyrics. As a matter of interest, all my created artists are expressing experience and wisdom learned as WE live as Inelia. Many of these experiences are deeply felt by individuals who have gone through the veil to enter into physical life.

One of the thoughts that often crosses my mind is how unique we all are on Earth, and yet how the experience of entering a light/dark containment can echo in strikingly similar ways for light-beings everywhere. By recognizing and sharing these echoes, the hold they once had over us dissolves - leaving us with the power to rise, together, into something brighter.

In sharing our journeys, we shatter the illusion created by darkness - and together we embody the light.

By the time the group arrived at Lake Ozette, they understood this part of the visit would be different.

That evening saw cars and trucks loaded with kayaks, canoes, camping gear, blankets, and a generous amount of food. Camp was set up quickly. A fire was lit, meals were prepared, and people settled in. The atmosphere was relaxed, even comfortable.

Todd himself was surprised. He had spent decades in the wilderness, but not like this. Not with freshly cooked meals, warmth, and a sense of ease around camp. It was a very different kind of expedition than what he was used to, and he appreciated it.

As night fell over the lake, the group gathered and walked into the forest.

This time, they were more familiar with the environment. There was less effort to interpret and more focus on observing. They moved with space between them, staying aware of both the group and their surroundings.

As before, sounds began to emerge. Movement at different distances, shifts in direction, and a consistent sense of presence. Multiple people noticed the same patterns, even if they experienced them in different ways.

Each person’s experience was unique. Some connected more strongly with the land itself. Others focused on the Sasquatch presence, noticing movement or what they perceived as communication. A few had more personal experiences that were difficult to describe but clearly meaningful.

At the same time, there was a shared understanding forming within the group. They were participating in the same environment.

The fire was still going into the wee hours of the morning. People sat, talked quietly, slept or rested. There was no urgency to explain what was happening.

The following day, they went back into the forest and began to find physical evidence. Footprints, structures, and placements that did not appear random or natural were identified in multiple areas.

Inside the Wisdom Keeper section of the podcast, the participants share their experiences in more detail. What they noticed, how they interpreted it, and what continued to unfold afterward becomes clearer when heard directly from them.

By the end of the week, one thing stood out.

The interaction was not one-sided.

And whatever is present in the forest around here is definitely aware of us.

The forest did not stay quiet for long.

By the time we regrouped after that first afternoon of finding footprints and structures, something had already shifted. Not in the forest itself, but in a number of the individuals who had shared the experience.

People were paying attention differently. Conversations were deeper, more meaningful. Not forced, just naturally more relevant. You could see it in small things, like how people walked more purposefully, or how they scanned the tree line without making a big deal about it. The group had moved from curiosity into awareness.

We went back into the forest.

There was no big announcement or dramatic lead-in. We simply gathered and walked in at night, in the dark.

Walking into the forest at night is very different from walking in during the day. In daylight, you can orient yourself quickly. You see the terrain, distances, shapes. At night, all of that changes. Depth perception drops off, and your hearing becomes much more important. You start relying less on sight and more on how things feel and sound.

We moved as a group, but with space between us. Close enough to stay connected, but not packed together.

At first, everything sounded normal. Footsteps, branches, wind through the trees. Then, after a while, we started hearing other sounds.

The first one was a hoot.

It wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t right next to us, but it was clear. It didn’t sound random or like something falling. It had a distinct, intentional quality to it.

Nobody reacted dramatically when the hoot was heard.

Two miles into the forest, we reached the spot.

A couple of us knew that the young Sasquatch were planning a run through near the group. They are known to do this in the area, and it is very playful.

Then we heard movement off to one side. It wasn’t continuous, more like something stepping and then stopping. A little later, something similar came from a different direction. Todd would announce the sounds, their distance, and their nature. The excitement from the young Sasquatch could be felt very strongly.

At this point, the Sasquatch adults stopped the planned meeting. The reason was that there were members in our party who were already terrified, and that was not the point of having a physical meetup. I have seen this behavior from the Sasquatch in the past. They will put those who are not ready to sleep, and if they refuse to sleep, they will stop the planned meeting.

Of course, they don’t stop meetings with everyone at the local Makah tribe or local hunters just because they are afraid. We know of many people who have been terrified during their meetings, and the Sasquatch continue to come back to them. But for our group, it has been a common occurrence that they won’t come if someone in the group is in a terrified state.

We went quiet to hear the sounds in the forest instead, but after a short while, Larry felt that the young ones were “bored”. That we had stopped talking and moving, and now were boring.

By now, it was very late and cold. We decided to leave, and our bard, Martha, started singing. The rest of us sang along and the energy from the sasquatch became bright and enthusiastic again.

Next week, we will talk about the next group outing, they didn’t just go back into the forest.

They stayed overnight.

Inside the Wisdom Keeper section of the podcast, this is where the experiences start to diverge. Everyone was in the same place, hearing the same sounds, but what they noticed and how they processed it varied quite a bit.

Some picked up on patterns in the movement. Others became aware of communication in ways they hadn’t expected. A few realized they had been sensing more than they initially thought, but didn’t have a framework for it until later.

Those conversations don’t come across well in summary. They’re better heard directly from the people who were there.

Next week, in Part 3, we’ll go into the overnight camp, the structures we were led to, and the physical evidence we found the following day.

And we’ll look more closely at a question that starts to come up once these experiences repeat:

Are we finding them…

or are they choosing when and how to show themselves?

Todd Standing is a Canadian Sasquatch researcher with decades of field experience under his belt. He doesn’t study Sasquatch from a computer screen. He goes out into the wilderness and has physical encounters with this elusive species.

Not only that, but instead of writing books and trying to “prove” that Sasquatch exists, he now focuses on being a bridge between Sasquatch and people. He has a popular YouTube channel where he shares videos and evidence, and most importantly, he takes people into the wilderness so they can have their own experiences.

We first came to know Todd in 2018-19. While watching his documentary Discovering Bigfoot, Larry’s mother, Makah Elder Deanna of the Makah Tribe in the northwest of the USA, was walking past the television. She looked up and shouted, “look! That’s a Sasquatch! That’s exactly what they look like. That’s what I saw in the woods by the road just a few weeks ago.”

That moment changed the tone in the room immediately.

Although I had seen a Sasquatch in our backyard, I had not seen his face. Only his body from the chest down as he ran through the woods, his shoulders and head hidden by tree branches. I had also heard a couple of them speaking to each other in a fast, unfamiliar, almost rhythmic language. At another time, I recorded multiple long, extremely loud wails.

So when Deanna spoke, we listened.

Larry and I went from casually watching the documentary to paying very close attention. We contacted Todd and invited him to the Rez for a conversation.

At the time, we assumed Todd had recreated his experiences for the film. That the images were not actual Sasquatch. But after Elder Deanna identified one immediately, and then shared her own experiences seeing them in and around the Makah Indian Reservation her entire life, that question of whether the images were recreated or real, stopped mattering. Deanna’s approval and recognition was enough for us.

So for those who try to prove that Todd fabricated the images, I’ll say this: even if he did, they are extremely accurate representations. And I would also say, “you are asking the wrong question”. The right question is, “where can I meet one myself?”

For us, the firsthand recognition by Makah Elders carried more weight than any external debate about the authenticity of the images in Todd’s documentary.

What is true and cannot be faked is that Todd has spent decades encountering, observing, and communicating with Sasquatch. That becomes evident very quickly when you are around him. And also because the local Sasquatch tribes genuinely like Todd.

As Native Americans, Larry and I have never questioned the existence of Sasquatch. Asking us if Sasquatch exists is like asking if frogs exist. It is a nonsensical question.

When I spoke with Elder Deanna at the time, she told me that the separation between the Makah people and the Sasquatch tribes in the area was relatively recent. She said that before that separation, Sasquatch and Makah would meet regularly to exchange medicine and stories.

Unfortunately, Elder Deanna passed some years ago, and we can no longer ask her to expand on that relationship.

Have I seen Sasquatch? Yes. With my physical eyes. I have also heard them with my physical ears. And not just running through the woods a few yards from me. They physically came into the Shamanshack where I met them to figure out medicine for one of their babies.And they communicate in multiple ways, including through the method I teach in my class Experiential Telepathy, which is a primary form of communication across the Universe. So, yes I have also heard them and seen them with my inner ears and eyes.

Since that first visit with Todd, we have hosted him and his expeditioners most years in the spring, when Sasquatch activity in the valley increases. Or perhaps it’s not that they become more active… but that we do. That we pay closer attention when Todd facilitates our time in the deep forest.

Todd brings a fascinating group of people each year. Through these visits, we form new connections, and our own tribe steps into a different way of interacting with the forest. We go out not just to observe, but to engage, to listen, and to communicate as a group. Something we don’t typically do.

On our podcast, Driving To The Rez, we share the broader story of this year’s visit (2026).

But inside the Wisdom Keeper member section of the podcast, we go much deeper. For Todd’s visit, we are releasing the member section of the podcast for free.

It is in the Wisdom Keeper section where Todd shares insights about his work that he doesn’t normally speak about publicly. And where our panelists unpack what they experienced during the week of forest trips and explorations, in their own words, without filters or conclusions placed on top of it.

If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to step into this kind of interaction, not as an observer but as a participant, that’s where those conversations live.

And this particular visit… the forest did not stay quiet for long. Next week we continue our exploration of all the interactions, knowledge and wisdoms experienced during Todd’s 2026 drive to the rez.

This week’s Practice Lab

Retake the Purpose and Mission Quiz and see what has changed, if anything, from your first results. Reply to this email with your result.

Last week we asked what comes next after discovering our purpose and mission.

At the very least, it begins to change how we see things.

And I would like to remind us here that this quiz is not for those people who are not asking themselves what their purpose for being alive is. It is literally for those who have found our articles and podcasts. For those who have orchestrated a path to shed the veil of illusion and see reality in its true form.

It’s for you.

For me, the exploration into purpose and mission brought a great deal of clarity about how to proceed with my work here on Earth. Larry and the rest of our panelists had similarly fascinating insights and aha moments.

Because of the deeply personal nature of these explorations, we share them within our supporter space, where the container allows for honesty, depth, and real discovery.

What I noticed most was the shift from surface-level answers like “to be happy”, “follow my passion”’, or “to have fun experiences” — which are often inherited from societal programming — into deeper, more authentic reasons for existing.

Personally, I took the quiz several times, and my mission statement became increasingly precise.

What surprised me most was not just that it changed — but how refined it became.

One word made all the difference.

Originally, the phrase had the words “takes form.” But something felt slightly off. When it shifted to the words “becomes form,” there was a clear internal alignment.

That level of precision matters more than we think.

I share this with you because even one word can reveal whether something is true — or slightly misaligned.

The quiz suggests you “truth” your mission statement. I would go further and say: truth every word.

There are many tools available for this. I personally use the one I teach in the Truth and Lies class.

For deeper exploration, join us in the Wisdom Keeper Hour at the Driving To The Rez podcast — where the conversation is not one-way.

And perhaps, as you begin to see more clearly why you are here, you will notice something subtle but undeniable…

the light within was never waiting. It was already rising — becoming form whether you noticed it or not.

The discussion doesn’t stop here - listen to the full podcast episode for unfiltered insights from Inelia and our panelists.

This week’s Practice Lab

Following last week’s Purpose and Mission Quiz, at least once a day for the next week, use your mission statement when making a small decision. For example: “Will eating this fruit support my mission?” Reply to this email with your result.

We found that most lightworkers are here to assist the shift from light/dark to light-only.

How that happens — how you do that — is the question many people are asking themselves right now.

Western society often teaches us that we are here to have fun, follow our passion, and seek pleasure or consumption.

I remember when I came to live in the USA, one of the first things I was advised to do to have a good and fulfilling life here was to start working on and build a good credit score.

But you likely already sense that those are not sufficient reasons for the Universe to conspire for you to be born at this exact time, as the person you are, seeking out others like you.

On the Wisdom Keeper Hour, our panelists shared their own journeys of discovery using the quiz. Some missions went from “having fun” to “weaving light”. On a surface level, these things might not seem related to each other, but as the person revisits each of their quiz answers, the path from one to the other becomes very clear.

Larry’s example was particularly interesting, as the words he initially used for his mission could easily be misinterpreted as low frequency.

Part of the quiz helps reveal whether a mission statement is still embedded in the light/dark paradigm.

How can we tell?

At its core, the light/dark paradigm is anchored in fear. Around that, layers form: cycles of victim and aggressor, amnesia about who we are, and blinders that distort perception. Eventually, we begin to believe darkness is necessary — and that belief becomes the cage.

And yet, here we are.Discovering who we truly are.What we are here to do.And who we are here to do it with.

So, what’s next?

In the Wisdom Keeper Hour, we explore the next steps. While every journey is unique, there is one common thread:

No one reading this article is here by accident.

The discussion doesn’t stop here - listen to the full podcast episode for unfiltered insights from Inelia and our panelists.

Week 1

Before we discuss why you are here, I would like to make a short announcement. After using the quiz~~, which I will share with you in this newsletter,~~ something became very clear.

My mission has changed.

You may or may not know this, but although my purpose, “to make the world buzz better,” has stayed the same throughout my life, my mission (as a public person) has gone from “raise the vibration of the planet” to “raise the frequency of the planet” to “deliver the message of empowerment.” And now, after taking that quiz, it has become:

“The light within rises and becomes form.”

This is not a “speaker/audience” relationship between us anymore. It is now a very co-creative relationship, an active, co-creative partnership in bringing in the New-Paradigm to express physically and experientially for all of us.

To reflect this new mission, I will be adding a short and simple Practice Lab at the start of each weekly newsletter: a simple exercise you can do to support our path to facilitate the light to rise and become form in our lives. Therefore this article is not just me writing and you reading, but it includes you testing what I write about in your own life.

This week’s Practice Lab

Take this short Quiz and discover your own purpose and mission. . Reply to this email with your result.

After a recent newsletter and podcast, “Why ‘What Do I Want?’ Is the Wrong Question,” Driving To the Rez, Episode 281, Parts 1 and 2, something very interesting happened.

We began a conversation in our Dojo, Walk With Me Now, about each of our purposes and missions. This led to the realization that the process of discovery could be quite involved, and time intensive, with much back and forth to drill into the precise reasons many of us came here at this time.

The core of the conversation was about how to make decisions based on your purpose and mission rather than just using “what do I want” The conversation continued with how I use a very simple sentence to determine if a decision is the right one:

“Does this decision facilitate my mission?”

To me, it was simple and straightforward.

But here’s where things got interesting — the biggest question that came out of that conversation was:

“What is my purpose and mission?”

In February 2026, we explored this in our articles and podcasts “Why ‘What Do I Want?’ Is Not the Right Question.” The conversation in the Wisdom Keeper Hour became so expansive that we split it over three weeks.

This is indeed a very important discussion to have right now.

What followed was that many people at Walk With Me Now began actively exploring why they are here — and what they came to do.

Soon after, our DTTR panelist Dr. Kara began creating an interactive quiz designed to go deeper than surface answers like “I am here to be happy.”

With Larry’s help using vibecoding, and with input from our community, the quiz quickly evolved through testing and refinement.

Version one is linked at the top of this article for you to try. You can edit your answers, retake it, and refine your clarity over time.

Next week, we will explore the diversity of missions and purposes — and how discovering them can begin to reshape your life.

The discussion doesn’t stop here - listen to the full podcast episode for unfiltered insights from Inelia and our panelists.

The Powerful Legions of Light

Around the world, there are billions who carry light not as a trend, not as a reaction, but as a position of power.

They may look ordinary from the outside. They have families, jobs, responsibilities, daily routines. But internally, they are steady. Trained. Clear. Although up to this day they have been asleep, indulging in light/dark, keeping the docket stamped day in and day out.

For them, the flare in the sky that is shaped as a Fire Horse will tell them it is time to stop darkness in their lives and become their true selves. The selves that:

Are not glued to outrage cycles.Are not baited by every provocation.Are not destabilized by headlines.

But instead they are building. Creating. Anchoring. Clearly seeing reality for what it is. Correctly perceiving their true nature.

As they look at the flare of the Fire Horse year, it is not a call to scramble. It is a signal of confirmation.

Stand where you are.

The powerful legions of light are not being summoned into battle. They are being reminded of their strength. They are asked to wake up and open their eyes to see what is now visible.

Have you felt that you can no longer:

Shrink to make others comfortable.Dilute clarity to avoid being labeled.Enter shadow arenas to prove endurance.

That is because light-only is not softness. It is mastery. It is command.

It is the discipline to hold coherence when chaos tries to recruit you.

The powerful legions of light are not waiting for the Fire Horse.

They ARE the Fire Horse.

The force of this year does not belong to chaos. It belongs to those steady enough to direct it. The momentum, the acceleration, the exposure, all of it becomes power in the hands of those aligned with clarity and vision.

The Fire Horse does not drag the legions of light. It is the legions of light.

And the legions of light don’t brace for impact, they are the impact.

I hope this article was long enough to find you, my friend.

The discussion doesn’t stop here - listen to the full podcast episode for unfiltered insights from Inelia and our panelists.