The Vast and Silent Sea | Catherine Viel

By Catherine Viel, December 5, 2021

(Golden Age of Gaia)

December 4, 2021

…we settle for desire…for a life
like too much water, shallow & wide,
for enough salt to make a little sea.
~Renée Ashley, Salt to Make a Sea



I am in a place of great quiet this morning. As if I’m in a small boat on a vast and silent sea.

Perhaps it’s the fog. After several glorious days of sun and 75° temperatures, we are plunged into cool gray. The steely helmet of sky is conducive to turning inward.

I wonder how much of this is also a universal quiet, a waiting, a collective anticipatory held breath.

At least, those of us who consider ourselves in the know are anticipating…something. Soon.

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The longer this all drags on, the less I feel invested in needing to know when the deceptions will be revealed so the truth can trumpet forth. They say it will bust open this month, but I seem to recall the same thing being said about November, October, and so on back for months.

It’s a good thing I’m able to maintain some objectivity. I have no personal control over the mainstream media, which is often touted as the only way—other than the EBS—that truth will be indisputably disseminated to the masses. (Whether individuals believe any or all of it is another story.)

After the mass dissemination of truth, the increasingly onerous mandates will be seen for the illegal control mechanisms they are and should immediately be rescinded. Certain commentators have indicated that the media has already been taken over by the White Hats and a snail‘s pace mass rollout of truth is occurring. (1)

Since none of my sleepy friends have contacted me, breathlessly asking what’s going on—if they even realize that I might know—I can only conclude that the snail has not gotten very far.

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John Smallman, channeling Jesus or Saul, often notes that what is happening, our physical surroundings, and even our very selves are in fact unreal although they seem very real.

While we have been conditioned over the millennia into accepting the 3D world as true reality, Jesus and Saul tell us that Love is the only reality.

And as Matthew Ward has noted, Love and Light are two facets of the same universal energy and force. Everything is Love-Light, and there’s nothing that is not Love-Light.

To me, Love-Light being the only reality is not usually apparent when looking at the real world. After all, the physical world seems pretty darn tangible and unavoidable, and frequently quite unpleasant. The opposite of Love, I would say.

But I think I’m getting a glimmer of what both John and Matthew might be talking about.

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Yesterday I received an email from the County of Santa Barbara. The public health officer announced, with rather unbecoming self-importance, that for everyone’s safety the indoor mask mandate has been extended another month, at least to January 2, 2022.

How annoying. How absurd. How…oh, why bother lamenting it? On some transcendental level, it’s not real.

It’s very real to the beleaguered individuals who must earn their daily crust by working in retail or an office or anywhere else indoors. And it is real to anyone who walks into a public building within Santa Barbara County, or other counties, states, and countries that follow the medical- and science-defying prescriptive that masking in non-medical settings is a way to protect everyone’s health.

So it will be real for me whenever I enter a public building. But as for the other 99% of my life, what tangible hold does that dictate have on me?

And even when I walk into that public building, my mask is below nose or even mouth. I’ve found that I can’t tolerate even sixty seconds of the mask over my nose.

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The mandate is not real to me. It is unreal. In a most peculiar way, it’s as if it is over the horizon, beyond the calm sea of my true self, obscured by grimy fog and muffled by the confused cries of the self-damned who apparently believe such things.

Everyone opens to truths that are beyond the mainstream’s presentation at their own pace, I know. I’m still saddened at what I view as the close-mindedness that prevents people from being more at ease in these fraught times.

It’s impossible to deny facts. The email did land in my inbox. The PHO thinks that he can force me to smother myself. At least half the people that I see out and about are unnecessarily wearing masks outdoors or while driving alone in their cars.

The clerk at the bookstore was wearing two masks. My heart went out to him, but my lips were sealed upon any attempt to enlighten. To me, two masks indicates obdurately closed ears. He may never open to beyond-mainstream truth. And surely that’s perfect and right for him, for his soul’s path.

All of that—what I see as the overly obedient and mindlessly frightened reactions to Covid—certainly exists.

But they are…over there.



I looked at that email, and I flashed on a visual of so many people uncritically wearing masks, and it didn’t connect to something in my brain. On some internal level, I don’t understand it, I don’t accept it, I don’t even acknowledge it.

Y’all go ahead and proudly wear your masks. Go line up for the poison shot.

I needn’t contemplate it, worry about it, or imagine that it truly affects me even on the level of physical reality. I can look with compassion on these paradoxical times and the absurdity foisted upon us by authority figures. Even while masking if I must, because I do want to escort family to medical appointments and grocery shop for us, those mandates are not real to me.

I think I get it, John and Matthew and the radiant beings you channel. Perhaps I am perceiving that love is still the ingredient, the underlying component, of the masks and the obedience, the unthinking fear that dictates so much of people’s current behavior. Even the smug PHO with his illegal dictate is nothing more than Love disguised beneath fear.

On this vast and silent sea, only Love is real.



(1) See, for example, Janine on 12/3/21: https://tinyurl.com/5n77nvt2