More Than Intuition: My Personal Experience of the Ascension Process

By Tarra Logan

Tarra was born in Gympie Hospital and is a fourth-generation daughter of immigrants, some of whom came to Australia on the Montmorency, while others arrived on the Ocean Chief and Beausite in the early to mid 1800s. For the first eight months of her life, she lived with her family in the sleepy seaside village of Tin Can Bay, which provided her with her first memories and is where this story begins.

Moving each year with her fathers work, the family lived all over Queensland. Tarras upbringing was unusual. Her parents and grandparents attitude toward child-rearing was influenced by their experiences of the depression in 1929 and World War I and World War II. They wanted their children to be capable of surviving alone if necessary.

Tarra was a spiritually aware and sensitive child who began to close her heart more and more each time a personal trauma touched her until she became toughened up by life. Her awareness of her need to understand life and her reactions to it began at eight years of age with one seemingly insignificant pivotal moment, which changed its course forever.

This is Tarras true story and focuses on one aspect of her characterher spiritual growth, its challenges and joys, its frustration and humor, and its processas she navigates her perpetual path toward ascension.

Follow her journey as she speaks with family and friends now passed away, and family and friends from generations and centuries long past. Caz Greene, a trance channel, connects her in conversation with the Pleiadians, who are her family throughout time; archangels and goddesses; ascended masters, including Jesus and Ashtar; philosophers; and Gregory, a scientist whom she had never met before, not even in his time.

Even for the reader, these channels can be intense, so be warned and pace yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Sep 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504365451

Tarra Logan

Tarra is an Australian whose career was in retail management. She has travelled through Europe, Israel, UK, and USA; lived three years in Kathmandu, Nepal; two years in Nanning, China; and worked in Edinburgh, Scotland. She is a qualified reconnection practitioner now living in the Northern Rivers District of New South Wales ([e-mail]).

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Balboa Press rev. date: 09/20/2016

CONTENTS

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Introduction

PART ONE

Chapter 1 Memories

Chapter 2 Defining Moments

Chapter 3 Endings And New Beginnings

Chapter 4 Moments of Greater Awareness

Chapter 5 My Continuing Search

Chapter 6 Committing to My Lifes Focus

Chapter 7 Coming to Terms With Loss

Chapter 8 Streamlining My Life

PART TWO

Chapter 9 My Take on Channeling

Chapter 10 Transcripts of Channels

• 6 September, 2004 – Council of Pleiades, ‘The Fairies’, Jesus

• 25 October, 2004 – Imhotep

• 20 December 2004 – Jesus

• 31 May, 2005 – Quan Yin, Archangel Michael, Jesus, Quan Yin

• 20 June, 2005 – Socrates, Archangel Michael, Uri, Pallas Athena

• 22 August, 2005 – Merlin, Elizabeth, Archangels Michael & Raphael, Dad

• 17 Oct 2005 – Mother Mary, Gregory, Solaris

• 5 December, 2005 – Venus, Mars

• 8 June, 2006 – Ragou, Quan Yin

• 14 August, 2006 – ‘The Team’

• 4 December, 2006 – Merlin

• 22 March, 2007 – Quan Yin

PART THREE

Chapter 11 Individuality

Chapter 12 Forever Evolving

Conclusion

DEDICATION

I write this to honour my parents, Margaret, for her amazing determination and strength to live the life she chose for herself. She often had to face adversity with a heavy hand. She outgrew an illness that plagued her during her young adult years and exceeded the life expectancy her Doctors predicted by 50 years.

I take my hat off to my father, Evan, for his stamina in dealing with the challenges he had to overcome. I didn’t know the extent of his disability until twenty-five years after his death. He was an intelligent and sensitive man who was always aware that he didn’t fully understand. Every day he lived, no matter how he lived was a personal triumph.

We never touch people so lightly that we do not leave a trace.

Peggy Tabor Millin

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

To everyone I have ever met and am yet to meet. To all of those who love me; ignore me; fight me; challenge me; hate me; avoid me; work with me; play with me; teach me – I thank you for all that I have gained from our interactions and the positive impact they have had on my life.

A special thanks to Caz Greene for sharing her skills with me and supporting me in this endeavour.

Throughout this book I have tried to honour everyone’s privacy however, I do not live in a vacuum so to those whose first names or stories I have used I thank you for the clarity they bring to my process.

Finally I thank my brothers and sisters for being a part of my life.

Tarra

INTRODUCTION

This book is intended to offer comfort to those individuals newly awakened to the fact that they are on the never-ending path to ascension. Sometimes it can be a lonely journey because at certain points along the way I found even those I could normally talk to about the subject were not necessarily on a similar wave length to me much of the time. That is not surprising because there are as many pathways to ascension as there are entities in the Universe. Others are so far along on their path that their knowledge and achievements can be daunting to the newly awakened.

In this book I describe some of my communications with friends, insights, aha moments, defining moments, challenges, angers, thoughts, experiences, and struggles. I have also received permission from my friend, Caz Greene, to include transcripts of some of the channels she did for and with me. Added is a little of my amateur scientific speculation to show how my mind interprets what ‘my toddler’ on the ascension path’s perception of the universe is. Everything that I write about here is my experiences, my thoughts and as such is a true representation of what I was thinking and feeling at those times. They are not intended to imply scientific truth or historical fact, just the truth of my personal process.

Like the three blind men when asked to describe an elephant. The one encountering the elephant’s tail said an elephant resembles a rope. The second encountering a leg said the elephant is like the trunk of a tree. The third feeling the breeze from the elephant’s waving ear, felt it and said the elephant is like a fan. The three men were correct from their point of view and so it is with us, everyone sees life through their own eyes from their perspective.

Some of my thoughts and conclusions may seem silly to you and what works for me may not work for you. The ascension process necessitates delving deep into the very core of our being through the many layers and veils that separate us from our true selves. Facing ourselves can be scary; becoming all that we can be, can be scary; letting go of things, relationships and beliefs can also be scary. Holding to our personal truth and integrity in the face of the disapproval of those nearest and dearest to us can fracture our hearts. Being great? We are already great. Not just some of us but all of us. That’s the scariest thing of all to accept. Odd isn’t it that most human beings are afraid of the power of their true self?

I have no miracles to relate here however, the fact that any of us exist at all is a miracle. These are the musings of my ‘spiritual baby-self’ being birthed from duality into a life of reality and as such is a journey of changing perceptions and increased awareness. I am a ‘spiritual toddler’ who just happens to be creating her new reality as a ‘divine human being’ here on our beloved planet Gaia.

I felt very alone at times and know others out there have similar feelings of isolation; of not being understood; of not being heard; of not even being seen. Finally we actually rise above this and know that we are never alone, surrounded as we are at all times by entities who love us unconditionally.

PART ONE

CHAPTER 1

MEMORIES

Memories appear most of the time with total recall and at other times there are the types of memories, like the one I am about to relate to you, which surface a little at a time. The following is my very first memory half of which I remembered all of my life up to the point where I am being trundled down the stairs in my stroller. The remainder suddenly surfaced when I was twenty-six years old and it actually felt like it was an idle daydream rather than a memory. I believe I recalled the second stage of the memory because the outcome of the incident remained hidden from me and I needed to know what had happened.

So, my earliest memories were of my mother trundling me down the steps of her friend’s house in my stroller. The stairway, hugging the outside of the building, had its own corrugated iron roof. As we went down Mum was apologizing to her friend and the downstairs neighbour. She had been running a bath, and forgetting she was doing so, had overflowed the tub showering the downstairs flat with water. Still, I remember laughter and the atmosphere was light-hearted and pleasant.

We were going down for a walk on the beach which was just across the street from the house. Our outing consisted of me sitting in my stroller while my big brother Graham and his friend played. I would gaze out to sea while my mother and her friend talked. We used to stand (or in my case sit) under the leafy, wide spreading branches of a very large tree that grew just on the beach.

This particular day I remember that the tide was out and the toddlers were both on top of the slide. One toddler was holding the other by the ankles preparing to let him go head first down the slide. At the bottom of the slide was a big block of cement that anchored the metal posts of the slide into the sand. With the outgoing tide the ragged edges of the cement were exposed above the sand. There was a feeling of panicked concern attached to this scene.

I could hear my mother and her friend still talking and I could see little feet in white socks and shoes and the handle of the stroller. There was a tiny hand, which seemed to be disembodied, reaching up and pulling the full skirt of a dress. To the right I could see the legs and shoes of the wearer of that dress. To the left was the wide girthed trunk of the shade tree.

That is where the memory ends. My husband and I were living overseas when I put all of this together and realized it might be a memory and that the little hand might be mine. When we arrived back in Australia two years later I thought to relate this story to my mother and to ask if they were memories of an actual event. Her reaction was stunned to say the least. She said You couldn’t possibly remember that! You weren’t even talking when we left Tin Can Bay! I answered, Well, if it is an accurate memory then apparently I can and do. I’m just as surprised as you are but what I really want to know is - did you get to the toddlers in time? To which she replied Yes, we did.

It turns out that I was less than eight months old when we left Tin Can Bay and this incident took place well before that. At that stage I was neither walking nor talking. My brother would have been about two and a half years old.

For me there is a moral certainty to this story, apart from respecting the potential of the individual who is a baby, we need to understand that they are born with an already well developed intelligence. My baby self knew: -

1. what it meant to overflow the bath;

2. what my mother was apologizing for and why;

3. exactly what everyone was saying, and why;

4. that what the toddlers were doing on the slippery slide was dangerous, and why;

5. how to get someone’s attention and attempt to warn them;

6. what the mood and general atmosphere was like

Here’s the thing though, most of us go through life unknowingly downplaying children’s intelligence and natural instincts. We do this by our behaviour which shows clearly what our expectations of the child are from the day it is born and often our over-caring nature can be stifling to their normal speed of development which is very rapid in the early formative years.

I have always been fascinated by new born babies and their first reaction to the new people and things they see. How much memory of home do they retain after their birth? How much of what they already know is genetically instilled in them from their ancestral line? How much of their nature is instinctive and how much is gained from experiences of what we call ‘past lives’. How much of their communication with us is telepathic and of course, ours with them? And, how much of what they think and do is divinely guided because their connection to home is still very strong?

My baby self may not have had the words to express herself but my memory retained not only an accurate picture of what happened but also the feelings accompanying the incident. My baby self also saw physical danger and attempted to warn someone of it. My mother didn’t know that I was warning her but by pulling her dress perhaps I succeeded in drawing her attention away from the conversation to what was happening around her.

Why didn’t I recall the final stage of the memory? I can only speculate that either my view was blocked by the two parents running to the slide and/or because the danger had passed. I don’t really know and I don’t know why I recalled some of that particular memory in stages.

The fact that we have memories like this provides us with valuable insights into our interactions with others. Some of course are a bit disconcerting. Have you ever said a friendly hello to a baby in its mother’s arms? Usually the baby will gurgle and smile but sometimes it is shocked and cries loudly while turning its head into its mothers shoulder? This has happened to me a couple of times during my life and, knowing what I know of the intelligence of young babies, I have found those encounters to be some of the most disturbing. I come away from an experience like that feeling like I want to cry myself.

I see childhood a little like a long apprenticeship and it would be lovely to instill in our very young a sense of joy and passion for everything they do. I know as a child when I found something I loved to do I would become addicted and my joy and passion sustained me. At those times I was following my heart.

During my life there have been many pleasant memories that I like to relive and many traumatic ones that are painful to recall and fervently wish I could forget. We have our ups and downs experientially and no matter what the emotion, be it joy or sadness, at each turn we are always learning and growing. After all that is what life is all about, isn’t it? I like to buoy myself up by seeing this learning cycle like an ascending spiral of steps and as I take each one I learn more and more about myself. I feel there is no need to retrace my steps; I am always walking a new path because I carry with me on the new cycle things I have learnt from the last. So even when there are issues created from an earlier cycle I need not undo what I have learnt in order to correct that issue. In fact the knowledge gained from subsequent cycles allows me to be aware that negative issues arising from previous cycles are able to be healed right back to their source simply by acknowledging them.

CHAPTER 2

DEFINING MOMENTS

The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice. And because we fail to notice that we fail to notice, there is little we can do to change; until we notice how failing to notice shapes our thoughts and deeds.

R. D. Laing

While we are experiencing life there are many moments that propel us forward in some areas of our development while at the same time causing us to stagnate in others. The following is the first one of these that I experienced in this lifetime. I first wrote of it in 2004.

I want to acknowledge the many characters I have been along my path of ascension. Some of them I already know. The majority however, are like wisps of mist within my memory that I can’t quite grasp. Still others are confined to my sub-conscious giving me, from time to time, insights into things I had no idea I knew.

There is a plethora of self-help material on the market that can assist us when we are trying to understand ourselves and these are great as guidelines to kick start our process and guide us to what we believe to be our next step. We can be helped immensely by these and grow exponentially by using the many methods and guidelines others found useful to help us along on our pathway of ascension. Then eventually, while staying open to the insights and discoveries of others, we find ourselves following our own path and for this we must look within to determine our unique purpose.

In relating this story my focus is meant to give me clarity, and to offer the seeker companionship as they navigate their journey of ascension, by sharing just one of my ‘Defining Moments’. I’m referring to the points we reach that propel us to consciously take the next step to reclaim the greatness of who we really are. While each journey is unique there are similarities that others can relate to which help us to feel less lonely while navigating our personal process. I have learnt the hard way that it is detrimental to our continued development to judge ourselves when we fall short of who we think we should be. We learn from trial and error however there is also a karmic nature to some of our lessons. It is always a good thing to remind ourselves at these times that the same energies are available for all of us to utilize and on our path we begin to do just that. Used with loving intent they are very powerful indeed.

This story is about the defining moment in my life that made me question my own responses. Why I felt the way I did? Why I did things the way I did? What made me open up to or withdraw from life? Why society operated the way it did? Why beliefs and practices seemed to be contradictory? For me the dramas, traumas, and joys of daily life were secondary to the answers to these questions and many others. To tell you this I must first give you a little background about my early childhood.

I was born on 20 April, 1950 and during the first eight years of my life I had a relatively normal childhood for the 1950’s. In our household there were the usual chores to do. We had a variety of pets including dogs, cats, roosters, and chickens. We sometimes had pet joeys that Dad had rescued from the pouch of a kangaroo that had been hit by a car. My mother always had finches and budgerigars and often injured wild birds that she rescued and was nursing back to health. The joeys and injured birds were released back into the wild when it was deemed they were able to take care of themselves.

We lived in Queensland towns moving every year to follow the assigned logging trail that was Dad’s Job most of the time. By the time I was eight we had lived in six different towns, one of them twice, we had lived in eleven different houses and one four-man tent.

Mum was a dressmaker, working from home while she looked after her four children. Our youngest brother Timothy did not share any of our early life because he was born much later in 1968. In fact, Mum gave birth to him five days after I was married. During the school holidays we would travel with Mum by train to visit our grandparents’ farms while Dad stayed behind to continue working. We learnt to ride horses and to round-up and milk cattle. When Graham was five years old Uncle Peter, while keeping pace alongside the little blue Ransom tractor, taught him to drive. It didn’t take long before Graham was able to take the cream cans down to the gate for collection. We had the usual stilts, soap-boxes, push-bikes, tennis rackets, cricket equipment, reel fishing lines, toy pianos, fifes, mouth organs, yoyos, swings etc, and could use all of these - some more successfully than others. We learnt to dog paddle in the creeks rather than in a swimming pool because none of the towns where we lived had one.

All of the above was normal for the 1950’s. Added to this and our Sunday school lessons and schoolwork though was another layer of practical knowledge gained from my grandparents’ and parent’s experiences during the depression of the early 1900’s and during World War I & II. Our parents wanted us to be capable of looking after ourselves if suddenly we found we were alone in the sometimes harsh countryside of Australia.

I remember Dad stopping in a very dry area and showing us how to extract moisture from various cacti and the fruit of one in particular that was safe to eat. He showed us the most likely spots to look for water by digging down to the moisture level and allowing the hole to fill through seepage. It takes quite a while to fill the hole and when the water arrives it is sort of murky and frothy. We were shown how to peel and cook fresh water eels, to fish, catch crabs, and dig for yabbies in the mud of a drying waterhole or dam, and how to make fire