Sample article from the May 2001 Star Beacon

Canary 6.8: A close encounter of the seismic kind

Lilian at 1999 conference

Lilian Mustelier at the 1999
Love and Light Conference in Hotchkiss, Colorado

by Lilian Mustelier

EDITOR'S NOTE: On Feb. 28, the earthquake that shook Washington state and measured 6.8 on the Richter scale, affected Lilian Mustelier, whose account of what she felt prior to the event is included in this personal report.

Canaries are birds that, in the olden days, were used to monitor the toxins in the mines and warn the miners of approaching dangers. We have all been talking about the earth changes, about how we are right in the middle of them, and what a welcome chain of events that will be. Well...

When the earth shook for 45 seconds on Feb. 28, 2001, I remember thinking, "What in the ___ is that!!" I never got an answer. But let's go back and see what took place here and how it affected one lightworker -- me!

All the signs were there, but even I did not make the connection altogether. I was very affected by frequency changes and the information that NASA e-mails out every day. It was right there in my face. The sun's magnetics reversed only a week prior to the earthquake, and when my granddaughter, Destiny, noticed how strange the incoming tide was -- it came in and formed a channel and went backwards -- we talked about it and wondered why that was.

The water levels in the reservoirs dropped. The news said it was because of the drought we have been experiencing. But we had discussed that in our Sunday D.U.M.P. session (discussion group). It was like there was a hole in the earth somewhere, we thought.

Four days before the quake, the calls started coming in and we were monitoring the symptoms that friends were complaining about: itching (especially in the breast area, but all over in my case), loss of balance (in my case total vertigo), inability to sleep, craving of comfort food (in my case ice cream, which I do not eat, and nuts and M&Ms), joint pain, lots of hip problems, even in those who had no back problems, heart palpitations (a 30 percent increase in ER visits), irritability, difficulty while driving (it felt like one was driving on black ice at all times), flu-like symptoms, and bronchial problems.

A friend who monitors frequency activities and planetary movements in space by sound had an actual heart attack. I am not sure if that was related or just a coincidence.

On Feb. 27 at 11:21 p.m., I thought I felt the earth moving. I am sure of the time because my granddaughter came by and was off work early. I looked at the clock upon her arrival. Then, about midnight, I felt it again. I called her and she thought I had imagined it.

At 4 a.m. on Feb. 28, I heard the terrible noise. It sounded like grinding metal. It lasted four or five seconds. I knew then the quake was coming and I packed a bag with all my needed documents, medications, glasses and personal need items. I laid the coat over my purse and placed it by the door, then put my shoes on. I waited until 5 a.m. and fell asleep with my shoes on.

What later turned out to be about 9:30 a.m., I awoke out of a very deep sleep because an old leg injury was hurting me badly. I limped to the restroom, wondering what that pain was.

I had dozed off again when the actual quake hit at 10:55 a.m. I awakened and tried to reach the door, but was thrown about 15 feet, all the way across the trailer, back onto the couch. I landed on my alien doll and covered my head with a blanket. That is when I had the thought mentioned in the beginning of this story, about the canary.

Forty-five seconds is a long time when you have no sense of what is going on. After the noise and whatever sensation I felt was over, I jumped up and inspected my physical body. I was fine. One is always fine while running on adrenalin!

The phone rang and my daughter called to check on me and to tell me she was picking the children up from school. I had electricity, so the news reported the "Seattle earthquake" that later turned out to be the "Nisqually quake," and I was located 3.5 miles its epicenter.

The cell phones were dead. I set up a phone center to call some key people who were in place to check on people and get messages to others. Most of the regular routes were cut off, and friends called to have me guide them through town, because the freeways were either down or gridlocked. It took almost three hours for my daughter to collect six children in four different schools, and she managed to get through and call in the streets that were travelworthy.

I called the hospital to check on my son. They said everyone was fine. I later found out that the hospital was not fine. It had been built to swerve in a quake, but after an addition was added that was a solid structure, the main building slammed into the solid structure and did a lot of damage. For obvious reasons this went unreported. My son was okay, but I can only imagine what it was like for 45 seconds, having a building slam into you! The street collapsed close to the hospital. Bridges were down and the capitol was hit. If you go to the Web site, www.news.theolympian.com, "earthquake archives" tells the full story with pictures.

All the food that was in plastic containers in my house had popped from the pressure. The house was a mess. By evening I had picked up most of it and thought that was the end of it, so I counted my blessings.

After an earthquake, it is advisable to take a brisk walk, because of the cellular memories in your bones, and also to eat a meal to ground yourself. I did that, except I was not walking straight. I felt as though I were on a train, having to shift my weight from side to side. I slept through the two aftershocks.

The next morning I heard a weird noise and came outside. There was an old Mexican man cutting my grass with a lawnmower from the ‘70s. I asked him what he was doing. He just smiled and said, "Have a nice day." Looking back on it now, I don't think he was a man at all, but that same Aztec who had guided and protected me once before. I thought I had imagined it. Nevertheless, the grass was cut, like he had put boundary stakes just on my property and no one else's.

The second night I woke up out of a deep sleep and was "told" to go up town. I heard the song, "In the Heat of the Night." I followed that voice and did not stop to use the restroom. Since I did not know what the reason was for the urgency, having to do so, I did not want to alarm the local friends. I got my friend, Monica in Texas, out of bed to talk to me. After two hours, I returned home and thought that had been odd. I later realized that it was at that time the trailer made its initial drop.

Some of the friends donated some money and I replaced my food. My son seemed fine and my daughter found out that her two-story house had moved to the right 1.5 inches, and the shingles on her new roof were now turned upward. She had damage inside and the three-year-old told his story and showed off his scrapes and bruises. "My mom drug me by my foot across the room and went under a table," he said. "It said dodododo. I said, ‘Mummy, don't leave me, the house said DROP." He was pointing to the left. "Mummy, don't leave me, the house said DROP." He was pointing to the right.

Things got back to normal, except that I was still doing my "train walk." It did not feet right. My grandson and I heard a terrible noise while leaving one day. It was then that I decided to call someone to check my foundation. Andy went to look under the trailer and found a 20-foot-long crack in the ground. It was 15 feet wide and we did not know how deep it was. I spent the night at my daughter's, and when the city came the next morning, my life changed forever.

There is ground that is sitting almost on air, I was told by a senior building code specialist from the city. The soil has some organic material under it. A geo-technical soil specialist used a three-foot probe that went into the ground like butter.

I grabbed Ms. E.T., the cat, and her litter box, and had to leave my home of 15 years, now red-tagged. And so the madness began...

FEMA came the next morning and so did all the paper work. I guess when a person is in shock, they sign a lot of papers. Even after all is explained, you become this mechanical something and just... do.

The Red Cross actively came looking for me and I thought that was great. They put me into a motel room and paid for my food for one week. They also gave me a clothes voucher for Mervyn's. The nice salesperson there even let me keep the hangers. That was the easy part. My daughter became my mom -- that was the great part. I had no watch, so she gifted me a beautiful silver necklace watch with rubies. She was in need herself, but that was her "comfort food," to take care of her mother.

I spent parts of my days at the motel and slept on my daughter's couch. I think she needed to have me in her sight. It is very important to allow people to do what they have to deal with in a crisis. We cleared out the "Cropper," the RV, only to find that our food supply had been invaded by other species and had to be thrown away. It kept us busy for three days.

My life changed every two hours after the insurance company came into the picture. Yes, I do have insurance. I discovered a deposit had been made in my account and, thinking a friend had donated it, called to find out who actually did. It was FEMA, $573. I bought things that I needed right away, including nail clippers, a suitcase, undies, cat food and gas for 278 miles of in-town driving that I would do in the next few days, to fill out papers and keep my almost hourly appointments to answer questions.

Then I was notified by FEMA that I had to return the money, because they found out I had insurance. This was after I had spent $277 of the money.

We had more than 900 misplaced people in Olympia, which in essence dropped three inches. Therefore, finding a place to live was pretty slim. With my budget I cried to see some of the places I would be able to afford, and thought that Ms. E.T. deserved better than that, and I am a human being, so I would rather live in the "Cropper" than rent one of those places! My neck that reacts to toxins was no longer swollen, and I was grateful for not having to live in my place any more as I had been sick for years. A canary, if you will -- only I did not realize that at the time.

I was still laughing most of the time. Hysteria, I think it was, and I am sure the person experiencing all of this was not me, but my Higher Self. Imagine the only house that was lost.

The Red Cross had me stay in the motel a second week. Friends asked what I needed... everything! Except you have nowhere to put anything. Again, some of my friends sent money and a stranger bought me two VCRs so I could continue to copy the shows for the stations. She had read in the newspaper that all the equipment was in the house. In fact, I was unable to cover my own story. I had not cameras.

The most valuable help anyone could give me at a time like this was CASH and phone cards. You need a lot of them! I had my documents and was able to prove who I was. Some people were not that lucky.

Oh yes, the insurance, you ask. They were great. They had a lot of answers that did not work, because of the special circumstances. I love my adjuster. His lesson was, and still is, to go with the flow. But we will get to that a little later.

The city allowed me to enter my home for a very short time, and again my daughter volunteered to take a chance and help retrieve some of the thing I needed. We threw my T:L:Rampa books, all the research books, and most of the African artifacts out the doors and windows; it was just too unstable in there. The computer and fax machine were hoisted out, and some of my hats with the help of a broom-handle were thrown out the window. It was just too dangerous and we finally abandoned ship, and with that decision I left all my belongings, all the irreplaceable things such as family pictures and clothes collected from across the world, in the house. My friend, Edie, said we had a choice between dropping everything to the "Center of the Earth" or flinging it into "Outer Space." The printer did not survive, and neither did the VCR monitor, and I am not so sure about the fax, but we gave it our best shot.

Up until this time, I was still in a daze. While there, the mailman came and brought me a package. I opened it and it was from Monica. It was a gift set of my trademark perfume, Paloma Picasso. I sprayed it all over myself and when I smelled the familiar scent that was me, I immediately grounded, knowing I was here and that my Higher Self left and returned control back to me. In her wisdom Monica knew I would never spend that amount of money for perfume at a time like this. It was so important to have happened like that, we realized later.

After two weeks, the insurance put me into an apartment for emergency housing. They were great and rented everything: furniture, household items, TV and bedding. It was great, only I thought it had all cost too much. I am a simple person. So, for a little while, I am able to relax... or am I?

I have to get an address for all the papers to get mailed to me, so I can sign them. a P.O. box... more money... driver's license has to be changed... more money. Checks have to be replaced... more money. The final electric bill has to be paid... more money. The phone has to be transferred to the cell phone... more money. All of this, of course, has to be done a second time, should I ever get out of the "hole."

The ground in Olympia is still moving. More damage is being discovered every day, five weeks after the quake. I am still in the sinkhole and sinking more every day. Many lives are still disrupted and not everyone is dealing with everything as well as I am.

So let me tell you about my blessings. My neck is no longer toxic and swollen. The TV show is still going and has a lot more viewers. After the dust settled, I remembered that, for some strange reason, I had sent my show archives to Steam Boat Island for safety, three weeks before the quake.

After a talk for the children in middle school the week after the quake, I forgot all the things I had displayed, so they were returned to me. A new friend, "Rose," gifted me two VCRs and I can continue delivery of the shows. Some of my friends came forward to help me. My family was great. Martha became my backbone and was willing to go down with the ship. Sue and Lisa were my helpers.

My insurance adjuster is a wonderful person and will be able to find a solution to his dilemma as soon as my guides find a suitable place for me to be able to follow my path. I am psychic, you know... but I am not telling...

My hope is that some scientist will see the wisdom of having Canaries for the next time, and should it be me, SO BE IT! Now that I know how it works.

Your continued support is so appreciated. I have a long ways yet to go.

If you would like to help Lilian and her family with cash donations, please send them in care of Earth Star, P.O. Box 117, Paonia, CO 81428.

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