Jen­nifer Goes to Things & Does Stuff The earth didn’t move for Jen­nifer Levin at the Laark­maa Heart Gath­er­ing, a week­end retreat for learn­ing non­ver­bal com­mu­ni­ca­tion from an in­ter­stel­lar en­ergy force


Pasatiempo - - CONTENTS - — Jen­nifer Levin

AS ad­ver­tised, the Laark­maa Heart Gath­er­ing, held at La Fonda from April 24 to 26, was a week­end retreat for learn­ing non­ver­bal com­mu­ni­ca­tion from an in­ter­stel­lar en­ergy force that speaks in heart songs through hosts Pia Smith Or­leane and Cullen Baird Smith. The stated goal was to build a “new di­men­sional” re­al­ity and world com­mu­nity of Light Be­ings. About 30 peo­ple of dif­fer­ent ages and races, most of whom were not from Santa Fe, con­gre­gated in the New Mex­ico Room for Or­leane and Smith’s Fri­day-night open­ing re­marks and a ques­tion-and-an­swer ses­sion with “Laark­maa,” who ap­par­ently lives in the Pleiades star clus­ter and ac­cesses Or­leane and Smith’s stored vo­cab­u­lar­ies to com­mu­ni­cate. Upon my ar­rival, the blond-haired, bright-eyed cou­ple ap­proached me, arm in arm, for in­tro­duc­tions. Be­cause Or­leane and Smith knew I was a re­porter there to ob­serve the first evening, they stood close as they shook my hand and thanked me for my in­ter­est in their work. I took a seat in the back and was im­me­di­ately struck by a pow­er­ful flo­ral smell. Though the event was sup­posed to be scent-free, there were sev­eral pun­gent pink-and-white bou­quets around the dais, on ei­ther side of which stood a ban­ner fea­tur­ing a pic­ture of Or­leane and Smith along with the dec­la­ra­tion “We bring wis­dom from the stars.”

Santa Fe has long had a rep­u­ta­tion as a des­ti­na­tion for spir­i­tual trans­for­ma­tion. It’s the set­ting for many in­sti­tu­tions and schools pro­mul­gat­ing med­i­ta­tion, div­ina­tion, and holis­tic heal­ing as well as the birth­place of the I AM move­ment, the orig­i­nal “as­cended-mas­ter teach­ings” op­er­a­tion, which was founded in the 1930s and is con­sid­ered the pre­cur­sor of many New Age re­li­gions. Over the years, I’ve heard var­i­ous ex­pla­na­tions for why Santa Fe at­tracts th­ese move­ments, in­clud­ing that the city is built on a shift­ing crys­tal bed func­tion­ing as a thresh­old to other di­men­sions or that those seek­ing trans­for­ma­tion are drawn here by Na­tive Amer­i­can spir­i­tu­al­ity. When in Santa Fe, Or­leane told the ea­ger at­ten­dees, she ex­pe­ri­ences di­men­sional shifts, time loss, and par­al­lel re­al­i­ties. Be­cause of this in­sta­bil­ity, though she and Smith met in Santa Fe a decade ago, Or­leane re­fused to move here when they first got mar­ried. But last year a voice told her it was time for them to re­turn. In the in­ter­ven­ing years, they’ve lived in Ore­gon and Ari­zona, among other places. Dur­ing that time, they be­gan re­ceiv­ing mes­sages from Laark­maa, first through a ra­dio but now through the at­mos­phere. For the process to work, the pair must hold hands.

“Star be­ings hang out in Santa Fe,” Or­leane told us. “The en­ergy of the earth is dif­fer­ent here. You can shift to some­thing that’s not ex­actly third-di­men­sional re­al­ity. Ev­ery­one in this room has been called here to find a fam­ily and a pur­pose.” She re­quested ques­tions, and a young woman asked what the com­mu­ni­ca­tion they are experiencing from Laark­maa means for the fu­ture. “Hu­man com­mu­ni­ca­tion is go­ing away,” Or­leane ex­plained. “Peo­ple don’t un­der­stand each other any­more, but now we are com­mu­ni­cat­ing with an­i­mals, fairies, and star ba­bies. The veils are com­ing down.” We were told not to worry if we started to feel sick or strange, if we needed to laugh or cry — that this is a nat­u­ral re­ac­tion to shift­ing en­ergy. Chron­ic­pain suf­fer­ers in the au­di­ence were made aware that their con­di­tions are not sick­ness: It’s the body’s way of deal­ing with the tran­si­tion to a new re­al­ity. Or­leane and Smith played off each other as they told sto­ries and ac­knowl­edged that some­thing dif­fer­ent is go­ing on with the earth now, and those who are per­cep­tive can feel it. The au­di­ence mur­mured its ap­pre­ci­a­tion and un­der­stand­ing.

Be­fore be­gin­ning com­mu­ni­ca­tion with Laark­maa, Or­leane and Smith walked slowly around the room, plac­ing a piece of heart-shaped rose quartz into the cupped hands of each par­tic­i­pant. We were as­sured that the crys­tals had been asked if they could be cut and used in this man­ner. I be­gan to feel out of place. The cou­ple’s charisma was lost on me; the in­for­ma­tion they im­parted seemed some­what child­like in its won­der. But I wanted to hear from Laark­maa. I wanted to try to ex­pe­ri­ence at least a lit­tle of the con­nec­tion shared by the oth­ers in the room. Fi­nally, Or­leane and Smith held hands and closed their eyes. They jit­tered and shook a few times, and then Or­leane said, “Hello, dear ones, this is Laar-maa.” (As it turned out, the k is si­lent.) Laark­maa talked about en­ergy chang­ing the planet, about heat waves in the ocean and wind mov­ing stag­na­tion, about our lov­ing re­la­tion­ship with the cos­mos and drop­ping old pat­terns and be­liefs in fa­vor of the new re­al­ity, and about how we can as­cend to this re­al­ity with­out death by merg­ing both our light and phys­i­cal bod­ies into a rain­bow body.

It was quickly clear that what­ever it was that called the hearts of the par­tic­i­pants to Santa Fe to wit­ness this was not res­onat­ing with me. As at­trac­tive as it might be to imag­ine that I am some­how spe­cially con­nected to the uni­verse, I felt my­self grow­ing more and more dis­tant from what was hap­pen­ing, and it no longer seemed right for me to be there, po­ten­tially dis­turb­ing the en­ergy they were try­ing to cre­ate. I waited for Laark­maa to fin­ish an­swer­ing a ques­tion about hu­man choice and the col­lec­tive un­con­scious — the an­swer to which was that his­tory cre­ates a cycli­cal pat­tern in hu­man­ity, and that we need to break this pat­tern — be­fore slip­ping out of the over­heated, over-scented room and into the busy chat­ter of din­ner and drinks at La Fonda on a Fri­day night. Out-of-town and lo­cal ac­cents blended into a familiar singsong over the clink­ing of flat­ware and mar­garita glasses in the lobby’s sprawl­ing restau­rant. I paused to lis­ten and breathed in as deeply as I could.

Hu­man com­mu­ni­ca­tion is go­ing away. Peo­ple don't un­der­stand each other any­more, but now we are com­mu­ni­cat­ing with an­i­mals, fairies, and star ba­bies.

— Pia Smith Or­leane/Laark­maa

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