Rincon Where Spirit Matters: Rehab and Replacement Villa California

By Jane Benson

What are you doing? Well, I just brought a truckload of Goodwill furniture over to Rincon and I need someone to unload the truck. Why? What? Why all the furniture? We are making an alcohol rehab site, and will make a dormitory with the used furniture.

The Rincon property was up on a hill. It had been home to a 1920s starlet, who created an oasis amidst the orange groves and lemon orchards in the valley. The property was unique in that it was walled, secluded from the outside world; a world that over the many decades had deteriorated into crime, anger, and mania.

A rehab joint here? Under the California sun? No being cooped up in a locked building. Speaking of coop, did you want me to take this chair out to the chicken coop? Yup, and sit on it when you get it out there. There are 2 signs on the wall out there I want you to read. It basically means we might be in for a surprise!

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jun 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781475931785

Jane Benson

Jane Benson is a traveler, With a B.A., N.D., D.I Hom, and C.Ht. She enjoys watching films with her children, singing with a Threshold Choir. She lives in Los Angeles , and Iowa , with frequent trips to the L.A. Zoo, and Lake Balboa Park.

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Contents

Foreword

Preface And Disclaimer

Acknowledgements

Introduction

Epilogue

End note

For Mom, who knows this is no ordinary bunch we have been dealing with, you and me included. Deep love and much gratitude, Mom! Thank you for contributing to a faith that is expansive, that is inclusive with hope, and forgives with grace, and that loves no matter what.

Foreword

What are you doing? Well, I just brought a truckload of Goodwill furniture over to Rincon and I need someone to unload the truck. Why? What? Why all the furniture? We are making an alcohol rehab site, and will make a dormitory with the used furniture.

The Rincon property was up on a hill. It had been home to a 1920s starlet, who created an oasis amidst the orange groves and lemon orchards in the valley. The property was unique in that it was walled, secluded from the outside world; a world that over the many decades had deteriorated into crime, anger, and mania.

A rehab joint here? Under the California sun? No being cooped up in a locked building. Speaking of coop, did you want me to take this chair out to the chicken coop? Yup, and sit on it when you get it out there. There are 2 signs on the wall out there I want you to read. It basically means we might be in for a surprise!

On the west wall hung a tattered and torn paper stapled to plywood that said: "There is always something shady about subscribing to a faith that very many people have shared beforehand. There is more resignation in that act than could be framed in human words. Faith is a human faculty that can be expanded, and anyone who can do so ought to contribute to this expansion. Elias Canetti The second one was Sharpied onto an 11 by 14 picture of a waterfall, a quote from Bruce Lee. Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. More will be revealed" was penned on the edge.

Preface And Disclaimer

When Marilynn said to go up the hill to the villa, and when the furniture started piling up, and when the grounds seemed to have wild animal cages, and when I had just recently returned from France seeing a medieval castle whose King collected a menagerie of wild animals and when Rincon seemed to now collect wild people who all seemed to have been eligible for anger management, it was ripe for a story. Even though this story seems to be a story, it could be a channeled healing to the reader or the dreamer or for the spirits who may just peek in from time to time and wonder what we are going on about. This story is for all that and more. It is for the song in your heart as you face challenges. It is for learning and sharing. It is for believing that we all make a difference. Oh, ya, it is also for Spirit, that shows up as Matter.

1) Jaine (aka Jane) Benson is not a licensed healing arts practitioner and therefore anything in these pages is not to be taken as a prognosis nor as a diagnosis. This is fiction.

2) If there is any inference to time travel, (which could be inferred as space travel on the space-time continuum), please do not share this book with anyone in China, as discussion of time travel is currently illegal there. This author or publisher will not accept liability for such sharing.

3) If you really like typical 12 step groups and are adverse to alternate versions of such a thing, read at your own risk. This is not meant to disparage your programs in anyway. This is fiction.

4) Any likeness to real people is purely co-incidental in this story. Characters created are a mirror composite of the writer. (see end)

Acknowledgements

For all the saints who have gone on before us, and for the veil being thinner now than ever before, and for the love pouring in, in these days of Revelation, and all the writers, researchers, healers, dreamers, singers, songs, quotations, references, and inferences of all mentioned in the following pages, on this timeline or others, in this dimension or others, all who have contributed to the unified field, from whom I have drawn inspiration, I thank you for playing your part. Play on!

I need to thank NaNoWriMo for the encouragement in November while I was writing Rincon. I had started Rincon in 2003, but it didn’t go anywhere until I was part of the drive to write and track the word count everyday. Thank you NaNoWriMo.

The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words. And if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish. Terence McKenna

Remember, if you can imagine it, it exists somewhere. Stewart A. Swerdlow

Introduction

If you find yourself at an intersection and you think you see someone you dreamed about, or someone who beckons you, or some glitch in the wave and particle in front of your eyes, you may be at a place like Rincon, where rehab turns to replacement, and time out turns fanciful and maybe some of the people you see are Spirit manifesting for your highest design. If that is in your field of possibility, write and let us know. We have only this moment. Share it with us!

Jayna will welcome you! She has been waiting a long time for this.

And in the end, will you agree with these random timely comments: Any shaman worth her salt will access this crossing, this tear, this opening, this stargate, this gateway, (in the unified field). Thank you Tobias Lars Gunnar

There is a design, hidden in the chaos, and you have your place in it, said Wesley to Angel, written by Joss Whedon.

You pervade this universe, and this universe exists in you. You are Pure Consciousness by nature. Do not be small-minded. Astavakra Samhita shared from and with this quote from Elizabeth Ann Bugler, What ever we shine our consciousness upon takes form.

Welcome to Rincon!

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There was only one way to start writing; she said; start writing. Then the subconscious does the rest. Billy was talking about his mentor and rehab facilitator, Jayna, who ran the Rincon Rehab and Replacement Villa. She had told him, because he hated to write, that he needed to prime the pump. The pump was him, and even thought he had blocked a lot of the childhood abuse he had endured, he was still open to the type of change that Jayna offered, from the inside out.

It was an open model rehab, honoring the concept of free will. You could only get in, if you were battling insurmountable odds of recovery, meaning everything from terminal illness, to generational trauma. The promise was that in 30 days the trauma erase would be complete.

Time however was speeding up and 30 was turning into 21 with 12 hour days running instead on 8 hours of perception. The universe was in a type of revelation itself, revealing hidden orbs, alignments long predicted, and a whole lot of shaking going on. The moon was wobbling, from side to side and the clouds looked like movie-set holograms and with the L.A. pace of anything goes, the universe was conspiring as well, for a full and complete makeover.

Billy had signed up based on one requirement, well, two. 1) He didn’t want to be forced to sun gaze. The poor boy’s Grandma had tried it once and it blinded her for life. And 2) He hated the word paradigm. He couldn’t spell it, either, but also refused to be associated with such a level of boxing up ideas, dimensions, and protocols, into such a narrow construct as a paradigm. That’s why he chose RRV for it’s free will mandate and healing program. And the circles looked like fun.

The circle was started by the Ojibwa Shaman who appeared in spirit form, even though Billy and the others thought they were seeing her in 3D. Ellen wore a white robe, and her white hair glistened under the light, and as she ventured outside to the circle of chairs by the pool, taking the seat of honor, bringing the eagle necklace, which she carefully removed from her neck. It was bronze and gold, silver and pewter, with a jade and turquoise backdrop to the spread wings in flight. The eagle represented the perspective Ellen brought to the rehab and was on a spirit schedule, not a lockdown have-to schedule. Well, it was more than free will, it related more to when the messages were ready to be heard. Apparently the group was ready.

Jim joined the circle just as the eagle pendant was being lifted off Ellen’s neck, being lifted up to gesture to heaven and to the Christ who once revealed a reconciliation following a 2000 year reign of terror, and his legacy lived on in Ellen and other Shamans around the world; walkers between worlds, between dimensions.

Jim joined the rehab group not because he needed rehab. He did need rehab 20 years before and had succeeded in a measure of spiritual based sobriety. (Less because of the program, and more because of what his spirit brought to the program). I gave up the have-to’s when Jayna showed me what forgiveness meant, he said, when inquiring about joining the group. Well, why are you requesting to join then? Jim was quick to reply; The kind of rehab we had 20 years ago was based on shame and blame. Only Jayna’s forgiveness floating me up to a higher point of view! I want more of it, more.

Welcome was the all encompassing word to such a heartfelt request. Welcome! We are allowing the wellbeing to come in, come in to stay come in today, the old song went. Jimmy was not a singer, but appreciated that music was to be mentioned. He once picked up a guitar. He once had liked his namesake, Jim Morrison, until he heard that Morrison Sr. was a mind control expert, and he hadn’t touched a guitar since then. Healing maybe will come with music as well.

He pulled back in his chair, but gazed attentively at Shaman Ellen, waiting for Ellen who held the pendant and said, "Welcome! You are all here because the spirit led you at this time and this place, to RRV, and we welcome you. Con todo el Corazon, a heartfelt welcome. It is ok to come; to come broken to this circle, because we are not broken. It is ok to come to this circle to fix yourself, but there is nothing to fix. It is ok to have delays in the journey because delays are part of the pathway. An aerial view of an escarpment trail on top of a mountain has switch backs. If we fly higher than where we walk, we look down at the path we have trod and we find ourselves seeing that what we used to call a set back is none of that. There is no set back on the trail. The switch back means the trail needs to meander, to wander, to work its way and if we follow the trail only calculating the moon and stars and sun, we think we know but we don’t. We think the trail goes backward, but that is not the case". She paused to look at each of them. She felt their apprehensions, secrets, hope and even joy.

It is not going backwards" from the Eagle perspective; it is just going its course. In between lifetimes, we discuss with our guides and angels, and mentors too, which trail we take in one dimension, and which ones we are taking in several dimensions. There is one that we perceive at any given time, in the same way that as a train rolls along, and we are in it, looking out, we see the scene from window to window one after another, whipping by so past, we cannot focus. But if we focus on one window, its point of view seems to diminish in the distance, and we think the viewpoint of our dimensional perspective, gets small and smaller yet, and leaves us without perspective. We are a dense race on this planet, and we have not been able to focus on the vibrational frequencies that are speedy as reflected in this train story, but we are also raising vibration through forgiveness, so no worries, nothing to fix, nothing is broken.

So really, now, we pause, we decide, we choose. Be the Eagle, Close your eyes, Ellen speaks gently to the group. Close your eyes, when you want to, if you want to, when you are ready, when they are ready to close, and you feel the call and wish to close them."

Jimmy smiled. He tilted his head back and smiled. This is what he was talking about, free will! None of this now do this, and now sit, stand walk,, etc. No, it is when you are ready. When you can see the connection and you can feel the vibe; that is true spirit. As the eyes closed one and now two by two around him, he, watching with satisfaction in the release he saw in the faces around him, paused, and his eye caught Billy staring at him with a squint, as if Billy did not buy what was going on, or was it a façade. He was here all right. After all, Ellen said the people were led there. I wonder if you can be led and not know it. I bet Billy was led and has no clue, and with that, Jimmy’s eyes snapped shut and he fell into a deep trance where eagles flew with him as he soared above L.A., then over the Sierras, up the Continental Divide, up and above the tundra, he circled the barren frozen wasteland where light danced and shimmered and then quite suddenly the eagle pendant was placed in his left hand open on his lap. He startled back into the circle under the California sun, and realized he had been gone for half of the circle, missing the seven before him mention what they were grateful for. He quickly threw these words for all to hear. I’m grateful that I can fly. This time he did not see Billy’s sneer. He only felt the pendant in his hand as he placed it carefully into the left hand of the person on his right. It was time to return to the flying that seemed so very easy between Ellen and Jayna’s energy. It felt as though he was no longer tethered to the 3rd dimension. It felt like the world was a field of infinite