Chasing the Carrot

By Karen Revell

"Chasing the Carrot" began in 1993 when, again, my world was folding in against me. Part 1 is when my guide, John, met me in the garden to show me what life in the fifth dimension would look like. He also showed me what it will take to get to the fifth dimension. Take time to picture what you would see in the garden. In part two, I go through where my journey has led me. See where your life was in those times. Part three comes when Trump is elected as president. As we wait for the hammer to come down, Trump's plan to drain the swamp has hit a few bumps in the road. We will continue to chase the carrot of freedom until we have the final victory. Our world has been run by rich oligarchs for centuries that have held us back and controlled us. John informed me about the collective consciousness and how this is our way out of the matrix we now live within. It wasn't until two years ago when Donald Trump was elected president that I finally saw a conclusion to this book that I started so long ago. QAnon or "Q" was introduced on the internet in October 2017 to keep the alliance/patriots informed. When the arrests of the Deep State finally happen, we will be charged with creating a whole new paradigm. Feel free to read the last page first, united we win! Readers can contact the author at [e-mail].

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781684563371

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Chasing the Carrot

Karen Revell

Copyright © 2019 Karen Revell

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2019

ISBN 978-1-68456-336-4 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68456-337-1 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Dedicated to My Angels,

without them I never would have finished this.

Part 1

The Holographic Garden

Chapter 1

The Garden

I woke one morning feeling restless and decided to take a drive to the mountains. It was a rare sunny morning in Everett, just north of Seattle. A walk in the woods was just what I needed to clear my dusty mind. I headed north, away from the cities, then east to the mountains. As I drove, I became lost in thought and just allowed destiny to take me wherever the road led.

After a while, I found a secluded spot, ah, serenity; it looked like a comfortable place to go for a walk. I walked through some forested area and came to a clearing. In front of me was a meadow, but I could see it fall away at some point. I walked over to see if there was a valley below. I heard running water, but I hadn’t seen a river. At the edge of the meadow, there was a staircase heading down to a garden. A waterfall was on each side of the stairs, a mist engulfed the stairs, and the sun shining on the mist created a rainbow.

As I descended the stairs through the rainbow spray, I felt a glow and peace within my heart; it almost brought tears of joy. I came to the landing at the bottom, and I turned to look back at the waterfalls. There were twin underground streams, creating waterfalls on each side; the water came out of some rocks toward the top. On each side of the widened path, it contained the cascading water, creating pools and fountains. The water was crystal clear, and I could see many tropical fish swimming. This must be someone’s garden. Small, gentle rivers ran off to the side of each fountain. As I turned to look in front of me, there was a beautiful garden in between the rivers; it widened as it flowed away from the waterfalls and fountains. There was a narrow path going down the center of the garden, and as I took a few steps on the path, I stopped to smell the various fragrances; I then focused on looking at the flowers.

There was a magic array of flowers, all sizes and colors; they appeared to be symmetrically planted by a world-class landscape artist. There were flowing wisterias, bursting rhododendrons, and tall spiking gladiolas. It was a symphony of flowers before my eyes, the colors, sizes, and fragrances all vibrating at once. I stood still and listened to the song of the flowers; a rhapsody to my senses; the booming giant hydrangeas, the light tinkling of the lily-of-the-valley. It was awesome.

Pattern after pattern, color combination after combination continued, each just a bit more intricate than the scene I just passed. I must have walked and gaped for at least half an hour. Smoke billowed above the trees ahead; checking my watch, I realized that it had been hours since I left home early this morning. My step quickened even faster as I realized that I had no idea where I was. Who could be having a fire here? Was it a forest fire? Where would I run? I didn’t see any frightened animals, so I must be safe.

As a matter of fact, I hadn’t seen any animals. I looked around for some and soon heard the rustling of bushes behind me. I turned with a start and saw a fawn eating some berries as the mother doe watched carefully. I walked over and petted the fawn and mother. As I focused on the deer, I was suddenly aware of the birds and other sounds in the garden. Up until now, I hadn’t even been aware of any sound except the flowers.

Soon, a small dark cloud passed close by the sun’s rays. It brought me back to my senses and my predicament. I didn’t know where I was or how to return home. I left the animals and started to jog down the path toward the smoke.

As I approached the smoke, I started to smell food. Wonderful food, ambrosia was the only word that came to mind. In front of me was a clearing with a cabin. It was no ordinary cabin; I could feel peace inside me just observing it. As I approached, I realized the logs were polished petrified wood, like brown marble. There were white awnings and shutters with strange symbols on them. The lawn was immaculately cut and trimmed, many flowers and trees, and an inviting walkway, so I walked up to the door.

Immediately, a man in a long white robe, white hair and beard, both neatly trimmed, answered the door. I hadn’t knocked, and there he was.

I said, Good afternoon. I’m sorry to disturb you, but I’m lost.

Welcome, he said with a warm smile, I’ve been expecting you.

If I don’t even know where I am, how can you be expecting me? I inquired.

Come in, come in, Karen, you had a long journey, he said warmly.

But, I said, It has only been a few hours, and how do you know my name?

I spotted a Sunday paper on the coffee table with a smudged date that looked like June. The year was clearly 1997.

I said, Excuse me, is this some kind of a joke? It was July 7, 1993, when I left this morning. I know what year it is.

He held my hand and motioned me to sit down. As I looked for a place to sit, the room appeared to grow, or I paid no attention to its size when I came in. This was getting strange.

He began to explain, "This is a way station for spiritual initiates, others have been here, but each has had a different experience. You have seriously been on a spiritual path since May 1989. Your consciousness is in 1993, but our physical selves are here in 1997. You have been working very diligently to awaken and transform who you are. You appeared to be stuck, so we arranged for you to meet us here. You will find a computer over there in the corner, an Akashic computer that has eternity with its memory. It contains the past and many possibilities for the future of the planet and universe. You can access any of your past lives and any time of your past in this lifetime. You can watch as an observer of any meeting with others, but you cannot access their programs, only chance encounters. Also, keep in mind anything you view in the future can happen. There must be threads of reality between the scenes you choose to view.

"You can look at some of the future possibilities you have set for yourself, but unless you make the right choices, some of those possibilities will not materialize. Since you are here in 1997, you know there is a future for you.

I will prepare a snack for you while you acquaint yourself with the computer.

As he left the room, I walked over to the computer. Although his instructions were cryptic, I proceeded. When the screen came up, it said, Karen, so I hit enter. A menu came up that had only two entries: Past and Future. Decisions already, which do I want to see first? I already knew where I’d been. Ah, but I only know where I have been until July7, 1993. Does the computer hold the time from July 8, 1993 in the past or future? Without disturbing time, I needed to know which computer bank July 8, 1993, through July 1997, was held. Questions already! I decided to hit the help button to see if there were any directions.

The first message on the screen said, You must choose where you want the present moment to be when you leave the garden and resume your life.

I thought to myself, Why wouldn’t I want it to begin in June 1997 since I’m already here? The answer quickly appeared on the screen.

Because you might miss the fun that is in store for you.

Ach! What fun could I possibly miss? Life hasn’t been too great up until now. It has been getting progressively better, but not a movie I would want to see again, or times I would like to relive.

The computer told me to go to the future and check out July 1997. I got back to the menu and typed in July 7, 1997. The screen lit up with graphics better than a television set. There was a huge outdoor stadium that was packed, and people in the parking lot watching large TV screens. The stage area was also filled; it appeared to be a news conference to the people. The program was about to begin. I wondered what this had to do with me. Then I noticed one of the women on stage was me! I was conferring with several others; we were deciding who should start speaking first. The screen went blank. I asked myself, What was that all about?

The computer typed HELP on the screen, so I hit the help again.

You can only see glimpses of the future; you must have free choice to get to that point. You can only see a portion of what is in the future so as not to influence your decisions and where you wish to resume the ‘Present Moment.’

What in my past would lead me to be on a stage with hundreds of thousands of people, waiting for my colleagues and I to speak? In searching my memory banks, I