The Red Door

The Real estate listing said “needs love.”

This was exactly what I was looking for, a derelict property I could buy for a song. I had been saving every penny for five years, and along with my inheritance, I had enough to buy a property outright. Well, I had enough to buy a 500,000k property outright and a lifetime of property taxes left over.

This 150-acre property had been abandoned for 30 years. I couldn’t help but wonder why such a place would remain vacant. I decided to call the listing agent and ask a few questions and maybe schedule a showing. Dialing the listed number for the agent Abby Raya the phone began to ring…

“Raya Realty, how can I direct your call?”

“Hi my name is Isobelle Leaper, and I would like to inquire about the Corazon Ranch”

“Of course, I will transfer you to Ms. Raya.”

“Hello, how can I help you?” Came the friendly, yet precise voice on the other end of the line.

“Hi, My name is Isobelle Leaper, I have a few queries about Corazon Ranch.”

“Oh great! I have had this property on my roster for five years now, it’s priced to sell at a new lower listing price of $250,000.”

I was gobsmacked, that would cut my spending in half and allow for a lifestyle change I had previously not considered. This definitely increased my interest. The ranch was a massive acreage with a four bedroom house and several outbuildings and pastures. Why on Earth was it so cheap?

“250,000!! Can you tell me why this acreage if priced so low? Knowing it had to be something pretty extreme.

“Well, maybe you could come for the tour, I am going to be showing the listing tomorrow, from 8am to 4pm. There will be an open house and I will be presenting all known details of the property.”

“That sounds great!” I was feeling excited now, and a little panicky.

“Have many people shown interest?” I asked cautiously.

“I have about 40 calls in on this one right now, so I have created a short presentation to inform everyone who is interested. The presentation will begin at 1pm. Come have a look around, and then join me in the main house for a coffee, and a scone.”

“That’s sounds fantastic Ms. Raya, I will see you tomorrow!”

My imagination began to run wild. Many of my dreams could come true with all that land and pasture, not to mention the beautiful old farmhouse of my dreams. Local food, farm to table dining, art studio spaces, a real community hub!

I could barely sleep that night, so anxious to learn about the mysterious Corazon Ranch. It was 300 miles away from my home in Phoenix, and I would need to leave by 6am to arrive in time to look around before the presentation.

I decided to plan my trip to be a bit of a sightseeing adventure along the way. The five hour drive didn’t need to be tedious, i thought to myself.

I would be stopping at the Tonto Natural Bridge, The Montezuma Castle National Monument, and Lunch at a cafe said to be smack in the middle of a vortices in Sedona.

Now I was really excited, as I had always found the regions history fascinating. The property was a short distance outside of Las Vegas, and the five hour drive would now include a few short stops. Planning to arrive by noon, to give myself an hour to look around. I decided to leave at dawn to assure my timing was precise.

I watched the sun rise as I contemplated the journey in front of me. The road trip, yes, but also the dreams of exemplified sustainability that vibrated in my heart for so long now, like a blurry but joyful testament to what could be. To what I knew was possible.

With my travel bag and a cooler of snacks and water, I hopped in my car and made the 70 mile drive to the land bridge, four hikes of varying difficulty and duration were posted on the visitor information booth. It was 6am and the parking lot was empty. I chose the quickest hike, a 20 minute hike of novice difficulty. I would be back in my car by twenty to seven. Perfect!

Enough time to snap a photo and do another grounding. I returned to my car to begin the journey to my next destination.

The Montezuma Castle, once thought to be an Aztec settlement, was later found to be an ancient apartment complex of the Hopi People. Always fascinated by their prophesies, I was excited to behold this amazing remnant of times past.

I decided not to take the tour, instead I just sat and observed, had a snack and some water, took my obligatory tourist photo. I decided then to make another trip, as in itself was an entire day of exploring.

Carrying on my way to Sedona now, I arrived at my destination by 10am. Instead of going to the cafe, I opted for a solitary picnic beneath a stunning display of the red rocks in this region.

Feelings of adventure and contentment filled my body with pleasure. I couldn’t wait any longer, to arrive at what I was now determined to acquire, The Corazon Ranch.

Driving up the driveway I was mystified that this property was only $250,000! It was beautiful with a sprawling red cedar shake rancher style farmhouse, large well maintained pastures and a series of varying sized outbuildings including a large red barn.

This was to good to be true, I thought to myself. Why on earth has this place been uninhabited for so long?! Parking my car at the round driveway to the left of the house, I grabbed a bottle of water and proceeded to head to the barn. It seemed to have an inexplicable pull towards it, that I was unable to ignore. A rusty weather vane on the roof began to spin and creak, it seemed to be going very fast though I could perceive no wind. Touching the rough weathered doors, I proceeded to walk the perimeter, never removing my hand from its surface. Like reading brail, I attempted to pickup the vibrations of this place.

A small tingle of trepidation swept through me, and I shivered. It was now almost time for Ms. Rayas presentation. Resigned to explore the barn at a later time, I headed for the main house to hear more about this inexplicable place.

Ms. Raya was greeting others who had made the trip. I was now so curious and fixed on this place, a tremor of un characteristic hostility stunned me back to reality.

“Settle down Izzy, it’s not yours yet!” I admonished myself. Seating had been set up and was situated within an expansive rec room to the left of the kitchen. About 30 people were already seated.

Ms. Raya began to greet everyone, as we all took our seats, she turned on a projector that cast an image onto the large open wall above a beautiful masonry fire place.

“By now, you all must be wondering why this place is only $250,000”

The group was all nodding and agreeing with enthusiasm.

“Well, the last owners, the Van Der Waals, vanished without a trace In 1989.”

“No explanation was ever found, although during investigation, three detectives also vanished inexplicably. In 2004, five more real estate agents also vanished. This has terrified the locals, and frankly no one wants to touch it. The lore is vast and varied, though no definitive answer has ever been found.”

Half of the attendants rose and left without a word.

“I aquired this listing as a purchase for my agency, in 2015, thinking I would give it some tlc, and an extensive promotion to expedite its sale.”

“I have maintained it through a conservancy heritage trust, but I have recently been declined for a furtherance.” “Hence, it’s unspeakably low price”

Another swathe of attendees rose and left. I was now the only remaining soul in the group who was not put off by this history.

I knew the Corazon Ranch would be mine in that moment.

“Do you have the sales agreement with you Ms. Raya?”

“Yes I do.” She said, a little baffled by my apparent disregard for the disturbing information she had just imparted to the group.

I wasn’t going to let this place slip through my fingers, not in a million years.

“I can pay cash, and would like to take residence immediately.” I said to her.

“That can be arranged, would you like to purchase with or without the staging?”

“I will take it as is, how much will it cost with all the furnishings and decor?”

$340,000, which includes all furnishings and maintenance equipment that I have purchased over the last five years.

“Agreed, I can arrange a bank transfer immediately.”

“I should tell you, that a lot of the lore around this place is connected to the barn. I myself have never entered it, and have also not been able to convince any worker to enter it either…what you make of that, and this place are entirely up to you, thank you Ms. Leaper, I hope you love, and enjoy your new home.”

With that, she left, handing me the keys with a wave, she almost ran for the door.

By now I knew this place was the one I had been looking for, for decades. The vortex that my parents had vanished into, which acted as a bridge between my world and this one. Finally, I was going home.

Okay Izzy, get ahold of yourself” I silently admonished, while savouring my third of whiskey. My newly acquired gourmet kitchen, surrounded me intimidatingly as I pondered the likelihood that I might ever prepare a meal within it. As I considered the pristine appliances and counters, imagining them full with exquisite delectables and wine, cheese of all sorts, artisan crisp breads and fruit, I realized I had not one person here to share it with. Well at least not in this dimension of the Corazon Ranchs’ central hub.

Truly my only interest in this place was the barn, that held the long sought after vortex that would return me to my home dimension. Where the foundations for all my heartfelt beliefs about what humanity could be, were a reality.

We had been sent here, my parents and I, as agents of guidance and change for this twin dimension; where damage and violence had taken hold. A timeline that was affecting all other timelines, and one that could not be allowed to destroy all the beauty that existed in so many, many other realms.

It was inexplicable to us, that peace and abundance had not been found here. Our elders had appointed us to forge this journey, and attempt to place the seeds of possibility amongst this unfortunate branch of our brethren. Many here were striving for the great peace they knew in their hearts was possible. More than were attempting to rip apart the fabric of all good things.

Pondering a vase of freshly cut cosmos, a symbol in my mind, of a thriving and abundant garden. So bright and cheery, a feathery testament to the apian kind that so generously pollinate our gardens.

My parents had been forced to return to our timeline, as the emergencies of impending holocaust bore down on us in this dimension.

An awakening had been occurring as a result of our work, and the work of many multi dimensional and cosmic families who bravely rose to the occasion.

Tonight, I would be making my attempt to return, knowing in my heart that we had been successful; knowing that the fifth dimension had been initiated, and was now a tenant of this dimension. What seemed to be an unstoppable sequence of events toward destruction had been quietly averted. So many times this has been the case. With the unwitting masses never knowing the work behind the scenes to prevent darker, denser, entities from getting their way.

I could feel the happiness and joy of my families greetings as I returned home to that place I knew, and foresaw as possible here in the fourth dimension of earth. Abundance and peace for all forms, not one seen as expendable, not one forsaken, as we cultivate these gardens, feed our people, and love the lands that call us their own.

In the fifth, there is no sense of ownership of our collective home, only the true and ardent stewardship that has been the intended position for the sentient human experience, from its beginning. Being here without my parents had been the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I knew the depth of its importance, and at 16, a decade before, I had agreed to stay and continue the work. Pledging to locate the next vortices that would bring me home. I had a list of potential known vortices to explore, the one that would take me home having a frequency of 432hz the frequency of the heart.

That this was the correct vortex had become clear on my first night at the Corazon Ranch, as I sipped my tea on the large veranda that overlooked the property. From here, I could see the barn, as I sat staring at it while I daydreamed and sipped my chamomile tea, a green glowing light began to expand around the edges of the entire barn, giving it an otherworldly appearance that sent tingles of anticipation down my eager spine.

Now, I was to begin my preparations to go home. Leaving this place pristine, with no signs of my temporary habitation, besides my car in the parking area and my half full bottle of Jamiesons.

At nightfall I made my tea, and sat on the veranda waiting for the appearance of the green lights, that I knew would appear as soon as the night became quiet. I had nothing to pack or carry with me, the sense of freedom and victory strong in my heart, the lights began to expand from the barn.

Approaching it now, the weather vane spinning at light speed, I entered the barn to the spinning and massive tunnel that would return me home, home to this place in the fifth dimension. A figure began to take form and the smiling face of my Dad emerged. Grinning from ear to ear with a joyfully ecstatic expression and open arms. I ran toward him, jumping into the comforting embrace of his sturdy, and very real form.

“You did it Izzy! You fucking did it you beautiful angelic daughter of my heart!!”He held me tight and spun me around until the dizzying feelings of love and relief flooded through me. Placing me carefully on my feet, he took my hand as we walked into the light.

“Our mission is accomplished, this bridge is the final piece of the puzzle and the densities of hate and violence will no longer have dominion here”.

With that, the Green light enveloped us and exploded into the surrounding areas of the Corazon Ranch, which was now the expansion point for the Laws of Heart in the fourth dimension. As was written in the halls of all the etheric libraries of time, space, and form.

Victory was ….EVERYONES✨💚

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