Return of Love to Planet Earth: Memoir of a Reluctant Visionary Hot

It’s not easy to describe this book. If I were to make a perfunctory laundry list of the elements covered it would look like this: Cosmic Council of Beings, Golden Dolphins, archangels, Christ-consciousness codes, ascension, channeling, grid lines, automatic writing, Vogel crystal, stargates, stardreaming, earthkeepers, crystal skulls, creativity, and most of all, love. But this list doesn’t really convey the nature of the book, which is primarily a verbatim record of channeled messages the author received over a period of several years, and the details of ceremonial Christ-consciousness transmission events she either led or participated in around the world, as she traveled a personal path of realization into her highest, higher self—as an ascended master.

With a team of non-physical guides to support and guide her, the author took many leaps of faith in her alchemical journey, acting only on her inner senses and their reassurances about realizing her true nature and purpose as a lightworker (my word, not hers). And while this may sound like someone who has false sense of grandiosity, there is little written to suggest that misguided ego is from where the author speaks.

I certainly can entertain the possibility that there may be beings of higher consciousness who are watching over and even assisting in the orchestration of humanity’s evolution, but the writing itself didn’t transport me into this higher state of awareness, nor did it offer an intellectual discourse to wrap my mind around, or even a deeply-felt inspiration by vicariously living the author’s experience. I especially missed the human aspect of the author’s journey; she disclosed that she is reluctant to live through her feelings, and this shows up in the writing: this book, to me, reads more like a disembodied, fantastic, travelogue than a memoir.

At one point in the book the author describes an event where she first met someone: “This was our first meeting, so I was overwhelmed when [she] greeted me with gushing words that ran around in my head trying to enter my ears in a coherent way. I recognized the words Sirian spaceship, ambassador, lake, you, but it was all too much and someone else’s truth.” And that nicely summarizes my experience of reading this book: all too much, and someone else’s truth.

That being said, the crux of the message is truly universal: human beings are creator beings, and as such, it is critical that we raise our “frequency,” to bring in the structure and vibration of love to the earth. This message I understand, and even resonate with, for what could be more fulfilling or inviting than the evolution of human consciousness into a more humane and loving state?