An Intentional Community Apartment

An Intentional Community Apartment


Monday woke me up with her gentle grace, but I sniffed the energy and knew I awoke in another zoo. What zoo is this? What is the meaning of it?  The gentleness, slow pace of my mornings didn’t exist. I needed help. A rarity for me to ask, but Monday I did, and what awaited me shocked me.

Monday, January 15th, 2018 ushered in a new period of existence. The day went, without much of a hitch, until my guest asked would I like to go to grab a hamburger? A simple request, and at one of my favorite hamburger joints, I said yes.  I walked through the gate to get into her truck and was greeted by her husband and daughter. To my surprise, her daughter treated us to dinner. We dropped the husband back home so he could fulfill his obligations that evening, and I invited her daughter to come over with her mother. Nothing too exciting was planned. I figured a nice low-key night, which could aid this feeling, I woke up in another zoo.  Little did I know what was about to reveal itself.

My friend’s daughter and I have met a few times, but I never discussed the type of channeling I do. There was no intent to channel that night, or so I thought. My spirit group came out and instantly it was noticeable I froze-up in front of strangers. They came up with a game plan, which included both ladies, and that night I was informed,

“You will create an Intentional Apartment, where can channel for people, and build our communities.”

They left, and my mind stayed active throughout the night. How do I turn a small four-room apartment into sections? How do I create blocks of space for people to do diversify activities? Tuesday morning the answers started to appear, with rearranging my bedroom. I also created a room divider using my coffee table, since a newer one was arriving Wednesday night. Tuesday my friend called, to inform me her husband and daughter could bring a few things over. It would be a great time for me to try to channel. .After hanging up, I put my shoes on and went to the store and bought a few items for dinner. We would eat, and I would channel, or reverse. I channel better on an empty stomach, and they were kind to wait till I was done., It went smooth. A lot better than I expected. The next night they brought the rest of the furnishings, and we sat down and chat.

I waited to sage all the new pieces, till after they left. I saged everything, from new to used that comes in my house, since other’s energies stay on items. I don’t know whose energies are there. After I sage, I took a short video of my living room and placed it on Facebook.  A friend pm said watch the video at the end because there is an energy orb. I looked at it and sure was. It went straight to two crystals on the table. The large no shape crystal also used to demonstrate a replica of where the Crystal Dragons lived, and the pyramid crystal right beside it. The Crystal Fairy home replica it did not go too. We got to see the two crystal dragons who often channel through me. I’ve included the video for you to examine.

Energy Orb at the end of video

Life’s zoo still remained a mystery. My house now completely changed, and I figured for my out of town company coming next week. I figured wrong. Today, Saturday, January 20, 2018, I received a phone, from a woman I met in October. Though we played phone tag, we never caught each other until today. I met her at a Health Fair and felt strongly to gift her my book. That was on October 14th. Prior to that, I was told by spirit, to have this book ready and in my hand by October 14th. I just mentioned the other day, I’m not sure what this was all about, but if need be, I’ll find out. I trusted my spirit group to disclose any information if needed. Today, out of the blue she called. We talked for the first time, without interruption. She accepted my invite for next Saturday when a group of people is coming. As we were about to say goodbye, she asked if I wanted to get together. I was hesitant, would they wish me to channel tonight? Would these be a channel gathering or just an evening gathering? My one spirit invited her to come. She was a bite taken at first when a male with an English accent invited her. He identifies himself, as my spirit guide.

Tonight, I start to open the apartment for its main intention, a gathering to build communities of heaven.

Now, you know why I have slacked off from writing. There was much preparing to do this week, and yes, I am living in a different zoo. The zoo that attracts those who wish to build a heaven, right beside those who have built hell here on earth.

Enclosed is another video that shows the Intentional Community Apartment

Intentional Community Apartment

Till I have more to report, enjoy your day


Jasmine Renee



The Saga of ‘A Matter of Remembering’

Snow covered roads tend to slow down traffic in the Foothills of the Poconos. It took more than the previous Thanksgiving Day turkey wishbone to grant better conditions. College towns emptied during the holiday break, usually left a few strays who found refuge in the neighboring town. A Peace Pipe laid next to the turkey, marking its place as the common centerpiece. The year 1969 broke the record for strays both human and animals. College students lingered, as they process the news of an event coming that summer.  Some type of happening and each young adult planned to get involved.

Taking the peace pipe down from the cherry wood bookcase, she blew the dust off it, before dusting it with a cotton cloth.

“So many years we greeted them. They just came to share their experiences and hear others about those days, when life became a Matter of Trust. Now, it changed into a Matter of Remembering. “

He nodded in agreement to her comment and sensed the pulse of the fear beat in her veins. A hopelessness eased their eyelids down, as they begin to wonder, who would remember?

Shaking off the destitute clawing at her body she walked towards the dining room and placed the peace pipe on the long table, before entering the kitchen to check the turkey. Their guest would arrive in a few hours.

“I’ll check the__”  She started to tell him, as she passed the cabin window, but stopped and blinked her eyes.

“No. No. Please, not this.” She quivered as she glanced back outside and watched the sun-filled sky turn into a grey mist, with creeping, choking vines moving out of its center.

Tears flooded down her faces, as a singular cloud scribe one word. Death.

Is the prophecy here? Did we fail our mission? Where are the people who kept the memories? Where are people who kept trust? Daniel asked as he held her tight in his arms, while they both looked at the killer vines.

“2018 cannot be the year of the Apocalypse?” Kathy whispered to Daniel.”

A memory flashed and brought him hope. “It’s not too late, Kathy.”

“Perhaps it is, Daniel.”

“Here.” He reached into his tattered faded out blue jean pocket and places a penny sized crescent shape rose quartz into her hands, and whispered, “Crystal Rainbow a teardrop fell.”

Kathy turned around to leaned into her mate’s shoulders and cried while embracing the crystal.


he whispered traveled beneath the Poconos and reach the Lost Chord of the Crystal Enchantment of Artistic and Land Dwellers Continent. Guy and Rebecca received the message, as their crystal stream wept the colors of a fading rainbow.

“It’s Real. It’s not a dream. Let’s go and bring our villa with us.”

Putting his arm around her delicate framed laced bone shoulder, he kissed her. “I guess it’s time to meet Earth. We can be ready within a day’s break. Time to call the others who are to participate in this journey.”

“Thank you, Guy. I’ll meet you at the Crystal Emerald Ocean.”

“Hurry”, both said, as they took opposite paths to inform those who would come.


December 28, 2017

As I finish up Surviving the holidays or not, I must admit I did not survive. I zoomed through the safety of knowing what my life is and walked out the gate, figuratively.

The last ten days of this holiday season plagued me with the flu. A temperature remained during these ten days and filled me with the sense that we are all miracles. Part of me feared this fever leaving, for I have never experienced such peace and love within me and outside of me.

One morning I awoke and spoke to Divine and mentioned I want to do tarot readings. I’ve been a professional reader for over forty years. Retirement took place six years ago, when I reached burn-out. Now, I craved to lay tarot cards for others, using the techniques part of these eleven entities taught me. They are known as the Crystal Fairies. I’m delighted and surprised about this. Why the change?

I stopped living as a person who only survives. I walked my talk, and received so much more when I walked out of my garden and through that figurate gate. Change happened. I got onto Facebook and created a page for my service, and been enjoying doing Collective Consciousness readings, where the tarot reading applies to everyone. I now am also doing private readings.

This transformation occurred when I accepted entirely that  Divine Love saved my life and put me and eleven entities on a mission. What would you do if Divine Love- God saved your life and sent you back to earth, with eleven entities to do a mission?

I will continue to blog my experiences and feel welcome to read and share. I would love to hear your story too.

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Thank you for reading my blog,

Jasmine Renee

You Are A Miracle Called Love

December 24, 2017


Today marks Christmas Eve, as well as my late husband’s birthday. This year I don’t grieve. As I mentioned two days ago, the fever, brought on by the flu, took me on a journey, where I too died and came back. I’m grateful I see the world through a different lens, which I wish to share with anyone who wants to listen.

I am a medium, whose ability to channel is my blessings. I am a bridge to those in the spirit realms, Beyond the Veil, to us. They wish to help use stop self-sabotaging by only surviving and remember we possess within us, love. Each of us contains a miracle call life within our body, and it is called Spirit.


We tend to keep our eyes gazing upon that which we don’t have, and miss the pulsating heartbeat of love others are sending to us. Figurately, every day, we send back peoples’ and animals’ love because it doesn’t fit in the three cups standing, which we keep our gaze on daily.

Our proclaim script of how love is real occupies one of these cups, who is obligated to send us their love, is in the 2nd cup, and last but not least, everyone who screw-up and hurt us is in the third cup. The fourth cup is larger and bursting out of the rim, look at me, look at me, yet our ego shuts down our spirit senses. We forgot what love is. We see it through rose-color glasses of should and ropes to control or be control.

The survivor inhales from those three cups sitting, while the Spirit reaches out to the one lingering in the air. We just need to step out of those patterns that have roped us into misery.

The eleven spirits I channel speak of the Silver Platter we each received upon birth. Unfortunately, this platter follows many to the other side. We can start to unplug from those three cups, and quietly become receptive to the love we are receiving daily from many people. We can stop sending back their love unopened and rejected.

Surviving or Not the Holidays. Day 3

November 28, 2017

Today is a ‘not’ day. The road I’m traveling, endless possibilities, revealed a new path today while doing a Facebook podcast. On live, I experienced a meltdown and realized how expectations could turn you around and put you on another road.

It’s easy to expect others to do something so that I can stay in the shadows. When those expectations start to fall apart, you can’t deny a message is waving you down. In my case after three tries, in one week, it caught my attention.  I need to step out and create for myself what I seek, without strings attached.

Holidays come sewn in with unrealistic expectations, yet they offer a shadow of magical hope. What if? Wouldn’t it be nice? Our heart skips a beat with the promise of a ‘perfect’ holiday. Our meal, presents, family gatherings, friend gatherings will go as we planned, This concept lights up the inner child within us with hope. Though not raised Christian, I often relate this to the Santa Clause Affect. The magic of maybes.

Thanksgiving is my magical time more than the December Holidays.  It’s a time of gratitude for all we have. It is to spread love to all who wish to join. It’s not a religious holiday, just a day of appreciation. Since my husband’s death rarely has Thanksgiving met our open door policy. This policy was something I believed in before meeting him.

The sadness of being excluded finally worked its magic and woke me up to one fact. I can still create this. Clearly, through the tears I’ve shed over these past five days, it is an important holiday for me. I could carry on my tradition since the passion is there. It is within that flame that all things are possible. I have vowed next year I will have a place where people can come and enjoy the holidays, if they wish, with me. I will carry on my tradition.

My description for myself, being alone, has acted as a block. The first step to take is to erase that thought from both my conscious and subconscious mind when it pops up as a deterrent.

What is your constant limiting thought? Does it have to deal with relatives, ex, financial, or any other area that is a recurring thought? Erasing a thought takes time, but one day, you will have to think what was it you deleted?  At one time, I consistently stated, “Poor Jasmine”, which is equivalent to keeping abundance out of my life. A consistent statement wrapped in emotions must come true. Words create what we express through them.

That sentence now is vacantHo’oponopono Excerise in Breaking Down Blocks in my mind. How did I do it?

This Ho’oponopono exercise does the trick.

Today, I do weep. These are tears of joy and surrender. It is I who must create my vision, not another. I can share with those who wish, for strings attached is never the way.


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Jasmine Renee