The Code Journey For 2023

My True Inspiration

(as written by Jesse)

My gratitude in this book goes out to a dear soul named Orlie. You will read more about her in my chapter A Journey Into The Code Connection. She was and still is a great mentor, friend, and guide. She inspired me through a journey that is ongoing; and one that I imagine will be for the rest of my life on Earth. Together we created a union; and in this union opened a door to understanding. Every day I appreciate the time we shared and everything that she unfolded for me. I knew from the moment we met, that my life would never be the same.

Orlie, you took me to a new space of compassion; and gave everything for me to receive the codes. Your ongoing love and guidance are, nothing less than God’s presence; and everyone that met you sensed that. You never needed an ounce of recognition. You saw every moment for the miracle it was.

You opened a door in my life. You showed me strength, in the times I felt weak. You shined light into my darkness. You gave me comfort when the world was harsh. You opened a door in my heart and soul that can never be closed.

The time has come to take everything that you showed me, taught me, and shared with me; and put it out there for others to also gain understanding and compassion. You have opened not only my own heart; but the heart of so many others who were fortunate enough to have met you. Thank-You, for everything that you gave to help me remember, you paved a path of understanding the truth in a world that can be so disorientating.

A Journey Into The Code Connection

(as written by Jesse)

Throughout the years of my life, I have studied numerous things. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to understand the workings of things on Earth. Astrology was one of the first things I picked up. It was so intriguing how someone could tell me what would happen in my day.

Even as a child there was nothing like looking up into the sky. It could have been to see what shapes the clouds were making; or to gaze at the stars. There seemed to be so much mystery and excitement in how big and expansive it was.

I also, had a strong connection with nature. I couldn’t wait to get out in it. Sometimes, that was for exploring the Redwoods or National Forests, other times it was exploring the ocean. Basically, it didn’t really matter what it was, just as long as I could connect with the elements.

Even as a child, I could tell by the breeze whether things were taking a favorable or unfavorable turn in my life; or the lives of those that I knew. Yes, I am one of those people that can usually feel when autumn is preparing to come. I often have been able to smell when the first snow of winter was ready to come in.

A roaring campfire at summer camp; seemed to always connect me with myself in some way. Maybe it was the communion of people coming together, or the silent reflection it offered, or any other numerous things in my life. Perhaps it was the time to be still and quiet; a pause from all the responsibilities and obligations I had in the world. Simply put, it was a place of acceptance.

It seems that we often have connections in things early in life that later become important aspects to who we are. In addition to nature, I often felt a strong bond with many animals, particularly cats. Growing up we almost always had a cat around the house. It was having a cat in my life, which saw me through the highs and lows; and probably literally saved my life, more times than I can count.

I know now, it was probably the unconditional love that an animal offers us; which really allowed me to see my way through things. They have a way of bringing you into the present. They don’t run off when things get a little challenging; and they always are ready to cuddle up or make you laugh.

My thirst for wisdom and understanding; has never subsided. While I don’t have to know everything, I still enjoying understanding the truth of things. A thirst of power in my youth; has now shifted to an appreciation of simply being able to see and connect with the truth of something, without judgment of what it is.

Lying has been a pet peeve of mine, for as long as I can remember. I believe this is because of how many lies and deceptions I have worked through in my life. Perhaps, it was the bullying that I endured throughout my childhood. Still, it could be the manipulation of people I trusted or was supposed to be able to trust. It seems that repeatedly in my life, the truth was unfolding before me; crumbling what I thought I knew, to be true.

Over time, I have learned the value of this process; no matter how disappointed I felt in the moment. Things that I thought were true accomplishments; often turned out to be nothing more than who had the budget to make it happen. I can’t count the number of times I thought I was aligned with something positive and real; only to find out the real lies and deception behind it later in life.

I suppose we could all relate to that aspect of wiser in reflection. And this brings me to the aspect of wanting to always know how to decipher through the web of lies. If the illusions are so strong and deep; how can we ever know what is true and what isn’t?

It is in this constant questioning, that my journey unfolded. My curiosities as a child; became areas of study as I got a little older. Even as a very young child, I remember having premonitions at the age of 3. Dreams and visions were a constant in my life; and it wasn’t until later on that I found out not everyone dreamed in color as if it was real life.

My studies led to unfolding more and more of my gifts. By the time I was 8, I was trying to teach myself about planets and astrology; and trying to find books on living spiritually and that talked about the influences around us. Almost anything connected to the paranormal or metaphysical realms was for me. I was beyond intrigued by the connection of creating things in my life and understanding the world.

By the time I reached my teens, I was actively studying and practicing magic and rituals. I was learning all about auras and healing. Anything connected to herbs and holistic healing beckoned me. I was interested in understanding different beliefs and practices all around the world. I had friends of all different cultures and belief systems, which I loved spending time with. I found so much beauty in the meaning behind things.

My quest to learn how to harness my gifts and energy continued. Eventually, I have brought myself to understanding this innate drive within me. Now, having studied and incorporated over 50 different practices in my work; I have a vast range of things to draw on, connected with Divine or God presence.

Part of my real learning came in letting go of the traditional meanings and aspects of these tools and learning how they came together for me. After moving to Southern Utah to be closer to my mother in her later years, after my father had passed on; I started unfolding some family history. It showed, that on one side of the family there was a long lineage of healers and spiritual advisors, and on the other side of the family a long lineage of Druidic Practitioners. That put me at around the 13th generation for this energy. Mix that up with a little American Indian, a little piece of African, and who knows what else in addition to the European mutt mix; and it all starts to make sense.

It was during this time, I really unfolded an understanding of why my whole life I had been drawn to this path of understanding life, how things work, and the wisdom in the world of symbolism and energy movement and alignment. It was my time in Utah, which I also found my voice to really share my message; and unfold what it was. Clear as day it came to me, that I was to focus on Compassion; and how people can bring that into their everyday lives, without spending a dime.

It was also during this period, that I came to understand all of the manipulation and control patterns that had been evident in my life. The truth was unfolding everywhere. Partly, to allow me to shift course where I was being a victim; and to realize how these patterns became evident in my life. It was quite an emotional ride, which eventually led to a long-time friendship ending, as well as some highs and lows.

Difficult times were hitting my life; and I was feeling powerless and helpless. Hard decisions had to be made; and they weren’t pleasant ones. I also knew that they were ones that most people would not understand; and that would create some unfavorable judgments by others.

I was in a period that just didn’t make sense. How could my life be falling apart so badly, when I was sharing all this great work? How could things be so rough when I was living in Compassion?

What I realized, is that what seemed to be falling apart was really coming together.

The reality of it was, though, that with all of my awareness and understanding; I still didn’t have the pieces that explained things like this. I still didn’t have the pieces that explained why life is so rough for some, and so easy for others. Yet, it was time to take a leap of faith.

I had to make a choice to leave Utah, at a time when my mother had little time left. I know that most will never truly understand this decision; and I am not certain my mother did either, as her health took a strong decline after my departure. It is something that I am not certain if I will ever be able to fully explain. It was ironic, that I had moved there to be near her for the rest of her life; and then was not there at the time of her passing.

About a year and a half prior to her passing, and a few months before going on tour full time with my work; my mother unfolded how she was manipulating me throughout my life. She disclosed all the ways that she was trying to control me; and how she was focused on changing my mind and trying to direct and control my choices and actions. As this was happening, it opened a huge door to realizing how this played out all through my life. I began to realize how this had been going on all of my life; and how it affected the relationships that I had. It had a great impact on my self-confidence and worthiness.

Now, don’t get me wrong; I am not blaming my mother for anything. Ultimately, the choices were mine. I was grateful to finally have this understanding; and to begin to shift course. I concluded that enough was enough; and I was going to free myself from those that operated in this manner with me. It was heart-wrenching as the layers unfolded to me.

In the time of processing this information, among what felt like a crashing world; I started to take the time to focus on lots of releasing and clearing. I released a 5-year relationship, my sense of obligation to family (although I would still be there for them if truly needed); and a year later a 27-year friendship. I realized that I had to start living without allowing others to influence me; and started putting that in motion in my life.

I know that my mother had all the best intentions; and she did not mean harm. I know she just wanted the best for everyone. She had an enormous amount of love in her. I can’t even begin to express the hurt I saw in her eyes; the day I had to leave. I also can’t express the spectrum of emotions going through me, to not be able to be there at the end of her life.

At the time that all of this was happening, I felt like an exhausted ocean swimmer, with a riptide about to pull me under. My refuge in all of this; was the time I spent on a creek near where I was living. It was the one place that I could go to for some peace and connection with nature. I would take a break from my work about once a week; and go there to do some prayer work. I would find a little spot in the middle, so that the water would be all around me; and just be in connection with my soul and pray.

It was during this time, which the real code journey began.

It was late in the afternoon of June 9th, 2014. I had gone to the creek to pray. My heart was heavy with the decisions in my life; and the choices I was making at that time. I was getting ready to start a major new chapter in my life, which included leaving family, going from a 2400 sq ft. home to a 24 sq ft. vehicle. I was preparing to be on the road full time with my work; and living on a lot of hope and faith that things would work out, somehow.

I remember heading out to the creek. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a small animal. At first, I thought was a small dog. It was common for people to stop there, that were traveling in campers, and to let their dogs out. I was sure the owners must be nearby. Still, something didn’t seem quite right.

I was concerned; but thought, I can’t worry about this. I proceeded to walk up the creek a little way; and to do my prayers. As I came back down the creek, this animal was still there; and I saw no one around. The closer I got, I realized that what I was seeing was a small cat. Cats did not come out to this area; there was wildlife that would make it too hard to survive.

By this time, I am feeling a bit puzzled. There was no way that I could possibly take a cat in. I was getting ready to be on the road; and feeling like I could barely take care of myself let alone a cat. Plus, cats are not always exactly the best travelers. However, I couldn’t just leave it there either.

I really don’t think, my logical side had a chance in this. I am standing there in this situation; and I hear this voice (have had them all my life with being clairaudient) that says your life depends on this choice. My logical side is telling me, who knows what diseases it might have, etc. etc. etc. Yet, again, I hear your life depends on this decision; what are you going to do?

I could tell that somehow this cat had defeated all odds; and being that cats are never at this place I knew this was a test or a soul path I had to walk. She was literally skin and bones, her eyes were crusted over; she could barely see. I could tell that she was listening to the sound of the creek to know where to drink the water. However, that worried me too, because the waters in this region are often contaminated with Girardia.

There was a waterfall right where she was drinking; and I was scared to approach her, in that I would startle her and be the cause of her going over the edge. So, I stood back a little way; and called out to her. I said hey, what are you doing? She sat up and lifted her head and moved it from side to side a little. Thinking she was hearing voices, just put her head back down to drink some more. So, I said it again; and this time she turned her head towards me.

I then proceeded to say yes, I am talking to you; what are you doing? It was then, that she turned around and walked over to where I was standing; and sat down, right next to me. I could tell that this was not a cat, just a kindred soul in a cat’s body. We stood there for a couple of minutes in conversation.

I said, you know, I am not really in a position to take a cat in right now; when I am getting ready to be on the road full time. She held her gaze straight ahead as I pondered things, and sent a thought out loud; then looked up at me as if to say well, what are you going to do? I replied, I cannot leave you out here; but you already know that.

I wasn’t sure what I was in for. Now, that my decision had been made. I still had to manage to get her into my car; and I have no idea how she will respond. I had no carrier or any other comforts for her. Not to mention no air conditioning.

I made a couple of calls; however, just my luck that the vet in town was closed for the day. I missed them by about 15 minutes. My only option was to get her about 45 miles away, to an emergency clinic. All the while, I have no idea how to pay for this; with credit cards mostly filled up to start with, and I had no idea of the kind of care she would need. I figured with her condition, that distance, and no air conditioning in 90-degree temps; there would be little chance for her to survive the drive.

She was so smart. She found a space under the passenger’s seat; and let herself go into a deep meditation. I had communicated to her what we were going to have to go through, to get her help. When we arrived, I saw no movement; and thought oh my god, she is dead. She didn’t make it. Then suddenly, she started stirring and moving.

Somehow, we managed to get out of the clinic with an application in to Care Credit and just under $400. It was all I had. I couldn’t believe this cat had no major health issues, mostly only dehydration. Although, her white blood cell count was off the wall; the highest they had ever seen. They said she had very little hope of making it; and it was likely she would pass in a few days or couple of weeks due to the infection in her body.

So, I picked up a few necessities; and home we went. What a trooper. We had a lot to accomplish in a short amount of time if she was going to be on the road with me in only 3 months.

When we got home, she found a place by my desk where I worked all of the time; and positioned herself in front of a large Amethyst Geode that I had, and laid her head to sleep on a large piece of Selenite that I had. It was like she was just allowing herself to rest; and to connect with the energy of these stones. After about 3 days, I could see she was starting to get some strength back. I was working with her on some holistic practices, nutritionally and energetically; although she seemed to know everything to do on her own.

The day then, came to have her re-checked; and so, into the regular vet we went. Her white blood cell count had seen a dramatic improvement. They basically said that whatever I was doing, I should keep doing it. After a couple of more visits, everything had come fully into check. They had estimated her age to be around 11-13 years old, which we later realized was on the higher end of this.

It wasn’t too long that she had gone from a 3 ½ lb. skin and bone look to a 7 ½ lb. healthy and happy cat. She was interacting with me in ways, I can only describe that a soul mate or twin flame would. We had a bond and a union that, I knew, was unbreakable. I have always had close connections with my cats; but this was something completely different and unique.

Her birth defects on her face, just added more character and charm; and it was a face that everyone would fall in love with. She had a presence that exuded love and wisdom. She was packed full of heart and soul.

My time in Utah was dwindling; and we now had to get busy on preparing to be on the road. It was time to get her on a leash and comfortable with being around loud noises, cars, and other animals. I was going to need her to be able to do hikes with me; and handle a variety of situations and experiences. I got a front animal pack, so that I could carry her on longer days; we were a team, and I wasn’t going to be leaving her in a vehicle.

Over the next few weeks, we worked hard together. We learned how to communicate and interact in subtle ways. After realizing the necessity of the leash, she just went with it, and she took right to things.

It was the middle of September and we were packed to the hilt. The tour schedule for workshops and events was set. We would tour through November, and then take a little break in December; and start up again in March. Everywhere we went, she was the talk of the town. Whether she was hanging on my shoulder, walking a labyrinth with me, hiking a trail, or hanging in the pouch; she drew attention.

Never, in my wildest dreams would I have imagined traveling the U.S. with a cat; and having litterbox and all in a vehicle. People would photograph her, bikers would hold up their gang to get a picture with her, and 6 ½ foot broad shoulder guys in New Jersey melted in the presence of this small cat. She even had standing reservations at restaurants. Whether we were walking around a small historic town, or riding a ferry; she brought out smiles, love, and melted hearts.

I wish our time could have lasted forever; but it was not meant to be. Times grew tough in 2015; tougher than I could have imagined. We had already made one trip around the U.S. and were starting our second one. It was in January of that year, that I took her in to have some work done on her teeth; and she ended up having to have them all removed. $1200 - $1500 later (which I didn’t have) we were good to go again.

However, with this the news came that her kidneys were not in good shape. This was such a turn from the good health she had been in. My heart sank, not knowing how much time we would have left; but we picked up and continued on.

No matter how hard I tried; my venues encountered one challenge after another that year. Everything was falling through. Then in April, the work that I was relying on to keep the bills paid, was also taken from me. Resources were scarce, and I ended up living on a handful of pumpkin seeds for a week to provide her with what she needed.

It was May of 2015; and I could see she wasn’t doing well. I had tried everything, calling on my resources for help, people sent things to help her; but it wasn’t enough. In the early morning hours of May 12th 2015, she passed from this Earth. I am so grateful, for those that gave us a beautiful setting to be in during the last few days of her life. The place had many things in it that represented our journeys together. She never complained, even at the end. The evening before she passed, I held her outside where she could see the trees and the setting; and she was responsive to the birds, peaceful, and smiling.

Needless to say; I was devastated. Wasn’t it enough that everything had crashed out in my life? My mom was ready to pass and calling for me to come home; and I couldn’t go. There were no resources available; and even with what was being offered to get me there, there wasn’t enough for me to leave there. Now this; it was just too much. I was numb, shattered, and feeling as if I didn’t want to go on without her. The devastation was intense.

I think most psychologists would have been ready to pump me full of drugs or admit me. In my daze, the stress led to a nervous habit of removing my hair. I lost a huge amount of my hair in the front and back of my head; as I was convinced, that I needed to get out the damaged parts of it. Yes, I know; a strange place to put my attention. However, ironically, when it did start to grow back; my whole hair shifted to being variegated, just like Orlie’s fur was. It was even close to the same coloring.

I tried to carry on; and line up some events last minute, all the while I was preparing for one, I still had to do. Really, I was done; finished with this place that they call Earth. I really didn’t care about moving forward at that time. My heart and soul felt like it had been ripped out of me.

However, in these dark hours, the codes were born. I had been working with the components previously; and had been opening the doors by helping friends. However, it wasn’t until I spent time in reflection of my time with Orlie; that the light really came in.

With tears pouring down my face, I remembered the times that we shared together; everything from when we met, to the journey and experiences. I remembered her responses and reactions to the places we had been, and the things in those places. And, with all of this; I received a message from someone that I knew that did animal communication with pets that had passed on saying remember me, just never forget me. The profoundness of this was not just Orlie asking me to remember her and the connection; but asking me to remember the light of where I came from, where you come from, where we all come from. She was asking that we remember the love and compassion, and to greet each day with an excitement for what it holds; never allowing our challenges to overpower our spirit.

It came to me, that through our time together; she was sharing with me a way to distinguish the truth in anything and everything. She was sharing with me an understanding of what I refer to now as codes, which is the energy pattern that something operates on. She unfolded to me an understanding of how to bring all of my learning together and interpret the interaction of things. She was sharing with me a love so great; that she went through everything that she did, in order for me to get this.

I vowed at that time to continue to understand them; and to implement them into my life. I knew at that time, that I would be sharing these insights through posts and other ways to help others be able to maneuver in a world; that is beyond challenging. Orlie was a guide, a mentor, and to this day our connection continues to hold strong.

About a month after Orlie passed, my mother also passed. I had to take some time to land for a little while; and to take the time to meet responsibilities and pay down the debts that I had accrued. So, I landed in Sioux Falls, SD. I was worn and tired; but now, it was time to put the codes in motion. Every day since then, I have been working with them actively. I have been refining my life, taking the journey to explore caves and other places to bring forth this hidden wisdom that exists. Orlie has been there at my side, whether I needed someone to talk with or help finding a place to sleep.

I had no idea that when I rescued that little kitty back then, the adventure that I was in for. My world has forever changed. In May of 2017, I spent nearly a week honoring our connection and her passing; and then in June of 2017 spent time honoring our connection and time we met, by playing my singing bowl in recessed caves. Yes, she was there; and I could tell by the lives that were touched, and the people that stood still just to listen and feel the presence of that connection we share.

Now, here I am, writing again. I received messages from her that said the time is here to start to bring things out; to write and to share this story, to open others to the opportunity to also incorporate the codes into their daily lives.

As the understandings have come, I realize why things were the way they were. I see how the codes showed the influences I was dealing with; and why the challenges were so prevalent. It all seems to make perfect sense. They now provide me with the insight to make wiser choices in my life; and to not be caught off guard by things.

I hope that this guide will also provide you with ways to handle living on Earth that are compassionate. May it provide you with the insights to make wiser choices, on a day-to-day basis; and to ride with the influences that are active here on Earth each and every day.

Updates Of The Journey

(as written by An)

The year of chaotic awakenings really hit hard. It actually started back in November of 2017. Jesse made a move to Maine, after visiting in the Fall and experiencing the incredible foliage. She was excited, although sitting a bit uneasy. In her personal codes, she had hit a pattern of death and strange accidents and fatalities.

Only a month after arriving, started a part of the journey that was unfathomable to her. Things seemed like they were going well; but there wasn’t a day that went by that she didn’t long for Orlie. Even seeing a movie, reiterated the words from before remember me. Although very happy here, and enjoying the small communities in the area; there was no doubt that she had concerns for the oncoming Winter.

She was not so worried about the cold temps of the Northeast after enduring -30 and -40-degree temps during her first winter in Sioux Falls. Plus, she was better equipped than at that time. It was the ice, and the stories of Nor-Easter storms that she had heard about, that concerned her. More so it was the uneasiness of the codes. She was always glad that Orlie didn’t have to endure those harsh weather conditions; and wondered how she would have made things work had she lived longer. However, more frequently she thought to herself how much Orlie would have liked this area; and how great it would have been to experience it together.

What really concerned her were those codes. It would send chills through her, with an uneasiness that she could not explain to others. She remembered the last time that she was not allowed to see what was going to happen, and it was because of the Winter in Sioux Falls. Again, she was not able to see what was to happen; and was deeply concerned as to what might be brewing about. Then it hit.

On December 11th, 2017 she was headed to a little spot on the edge of town where she could sit by the lake. She went there almost every night, before settling down for a little peace and quiet; and to converse with Orlie. As she was waiting to turn into the lot, she looked in her rear-view mirror and saw another vehicle coming full speed at her. With oncoming traffic there was nowhere to go.

Oncoming traffic had just passed and as she lifted her foot off the brake SMASH. Jesse was sent spinning in the road. The whole back end of the vehicle was smashed in. She had been hit by a driver that did not even attempt to swerve or stop or brake. A 45-50mph impact while she was stopped. Apparently, the other driver was more interested in their cell phone than watching the road.

The level of shock was overwhelming. What few things Jesse had left, had been destroyed in an instant. She had just started to get things paid down AGAIN; and BAM, one more thing to deal with. She not only had lost her vehicle but her home, since her vehicle was her home. She knew there would be no way to repair it.

Her heart sank, but amazingly she was able to stand and walk. The officer on site had told her it was rare for someone to be standing, let alone walking, because most were hauled off and some permanently. Tears poured down her face, as she wondered what she would do from here. There was no money for a place to live just yet.

Only 2 days later, and it was starting to snow. All of her preparations didn’t matter with the backend of the vehicle smashed open. Her computer couldn’t be accessed, which was her one main life-line to the world and her work, and she had no idea if it had been damaged or not.

Throughout the winter months, Jesse struggled to find ways to keep warm. She would get a night here and a night there; but at times couldn’t get anything even after scrounging up some cash, as none of the hotels would take cash. At one point, she was even provided a lodging option for the winter. However, she ended up having to walk away from it after only a few days.

This was a piece that included a journey through integrity and trusting that the codes in Maine would take care of her. She was being disrespected and taken advantage of during a time of devastation; and this just was not acceptable. She chose the freezing temps in a damaged vehicle over those that were seeking to harm her.

There were nights in mini marts, just trying to keep warm. At one point, she even had to ask for financial help from friends to see her through; and was deeply touched by the response. She floated a week at a time, and sometimes a day at a time. Everything had been placed in storage; and the vehicle damage was over $16,000. It was a total loss.

She continued to hold on a little at a time, thinking if I can just get a new vehicle. She did this regardless of the injuries showing up, and the physical challenges that were becoming evident. There was no guarantee with everything maxed out and more expensive monthly payments that she could even get into a new vehicle. Yet, again, things somehow came through. The payments were $125/month more and it was a new loan; but at least there was a vehicle to work with.

One step at a time, things came through even though it was a bit late in many ways. Some assistance that she applied for landed her 6 weeks in a space; where she began to put her life together again; and to deal with the injuries. Due to a faux pas in health insurance, and things not getting switched from Indiana to Maine; it was 2 months after the accident, before she could even get checked for injuries.

There was neck, brain, nerve, neurological, and spinal injuries. She would later find out that the entire right side of her body was sitting out of alignment. Her memory had been strongly wiped clean in many ways. She was frustrated with the lack of care and willingness to look more at her injuries; and knew that once again she would most likely be healing herself.

While she knew of people and things in her life, she had no actual memory. Such as knowing she had family and that certainly they must have spent time together; but there were no actual memories of those experiences. The only memories that she had were the codes and Orlie; and the rest was like some other lifetime, with no connection to it.

It was a long winter trying to survive; and piece by piece she re-grouped and worked everything back into a new vehicle. The same van style that she had, but new. She worked on paying things down; and decided it was time to spend a weekend in the town that she wanted to live, and so she did. This is when the blessings continued to come through, as she felt at home here. Jesse became blessed with a space to live in at a very minimal cost; and that eventually led to another room to rent, to see her through the summer months.

Again, she had concerns with some of the codes with the room. The company was wonderful; and having a cat around was quite soothing. She frantically went to work on the 2019 version of The Code Journey; knowing the importance it would have.

As she worked to near the end of writing the book; she received communications from her sister that she was dying. It was a year ago, her sister had received a Cancer diagnosis; but had health challenges all of her life. Jesse’s heart sank, because once again as she was putting things together in her life; she was experiencing more manipulation, and she was being asked to give up everything. In addition, to dealing with other aspects of bullying; it was too much.

Jesse was receiving spiritual threats of hauntings from her sister, and she knew that she would need to find a way to leave this Earth before her sister; but was still very set on finishing the book. Before entering this life, she knew that she was taking some huge risks in coming here. There was a long spiritual history between her sister and herself; however, she thought that the issues had been laid to rest, but it was not to be.

She had originally thought she would be departing on her birthday, November 13th 2018; but as her sister became worse and worse, she realized she would have to code out other options for departure. She had sensed or knew that she was sharing a body with a walk-in for the last 2 months and through most of the writing of this book; but was not sure if that was going to work out or not. The dates kept coming sooner and sooner. She even made a point to let a few close people know of what was happening.

The dates had bumped all the way up to September 22nd 2018, which was the Fall Equinox. The book was not done; and then on September 19th 2018 she received a message in the afternoon letter her know that this was it, her sister was at the end. Ironically, that afternoon had been cleared; and she was meeting with a friend, an hour after the message came in, from Germany through an online meeting. This would be the person that would send her off; and help her return home with Orlie.

Jesse knew that Orlie had also been sharing space with the cat in the house; and had promised to be there for her when the time came for her to go. As the meeting started, Jesse separated out of her body. There were orbs of light all around the room protecting this journey and transition. With everything in motion, Jesse and Orlie flew out into the universe. They were a mere light speeding through space, returning to their home in the multiverse.

This all came but an hour after Jesse felt that I could handle continuing this work with the codes, through the body that she had for so long. In the early morning hours of September 21st 2018, Jesse’s sister passed out of this world in an assisted living facility. Jesse had made it out just in time; thanks to the codes and to Orlie’s unending love, and their desire to be together again.

So, who am I? I am a walk-in for Jesse. I am An. I come in difficult situations such as these; when a soul must unexpectedly or suddenly depart this world, and the physical body has not let go yet. I come from the same area of the multi-verse as Jesse. We are a compassionate and wisdom-based existence; that supports helping people on Earth and in other dimensions, to know how to maneuver their existence here, and to journey to remember who they really are.

Jesse had an unshakable trust in the codes, even in dire circumstances. The blessings and timely gifts that arose during her time in Maine proved over and over the value of working with them; and how important it is to honor what the codes are showing. Every day she read her own book; and looked at the flow to help her stand strong in integrity and compassion. It was the codes, that allowed her to embrace the blessings, and maneuver the challenges before her.

Thanks to the help of close friends and connections, she was able to navigate crisis after crisis. Many who stood by her through these times remember her saying frequently the codes will take care of me and I trust the codes; all will be well; and time and time again she would make it through. Her journey became an inspiration to many; and continues to be with this work. She has inspired to live, to love, and to laugh; for this is how she fearlessly faced trauma with compassion and integrity.

Jesse has always wanted for people to live freely, and to create a life that they love. She has always wanted for people to care about one another; and to not be a victim to life’s circumstances. The love between Jesse and Orlie is epic; and there are many that rejoiced in their return, but also those that were sad to see her leave from here. There is no doubt that she made an imprint on many lives and hearts during her time here.

I have agreed to do my best in continuing this wisdom of the codes, as it is part of our culture; and what we use to assist others from the multiverse. Jesse wrote most of this book. I assisted in the last couple of chapters; and wrote the last 2-3 weeks on my own. I also did the revisions on some of the moon information as she had requested. She will be guiding me to continue to bring this work out further. With the knowledge of Jesse, Orlie, and I we hope that you will enjoy taking this ongoing journey with us; and that you will find how the rhythm of the codes and walking in alignment with them, opens blessings within and without for you as well.

Fall 2019 Updates

This past year of existing in Jesse’s body has been beyond full for me. I had to hit the ground running, and transparently take hold to support this human body. There was not only the 2019 book to finish; but a great amount of unfinished business that needed to be attended to that Jesse simply did not have time to complete. For many they continue to know me as Jesse, even though I am really An; and this is ok, since the whole concept of a walk-in can be quite a lot to take in.

Shortly after finishing the 2019 book, I knew the first major tasks were to find another space to live in where the codes would be more favorable for me, and where I could have more of my own space to be in. I also knew that I was going to need to close out many family patterns. As the last person in a family unit, all patterns need to be cleared so that the lineage can be closed down and completed. If that wasn’t enough, I also had a great amount of work to do in clearing Jesse’s name and personal patterns with transforming the energy into more favorable patterns as well as clearing patterns of bullying, being manipulated and taken advantage of, being pushed around by others, and setting boundaries to be treated with respect. In addition, there was of course also the family trust that was going to have to be addressed.

With the book completed, I took a short personal break for some much-needed personal care and restoration for this body which had been through so much. It took me on a journey to a place in Vermont, where I began to build a relationship with my body with time in a Salt Cave, and through massage care. It was apparent that the body had sustained more damage than originally anticipated, in the car accident the year prior.

After returning, I intensely went on the search for a new housing option since where I was living at, was going to be hosting several other people. For those of you that are empathic or sensitive, you understand the challenges that go with sharing a house with very many people. The codes were dangerous for me there; and numerous times I had semi-trucks cross the center line and nearly hit me.

I was fortunate to find a place just across the street. The codes were very well aligned for me, other than a couple of pieces; but they could certainly assist me with getting a more favorable flow happening. With the insurance settlement from the car accident, I put down enough to cover me to get into the place; and knew that I could pay for about 3 of the 5 months that I was renting, and after that I was going to have to completely trust the codes to provide for me. I had no idea with what I was earning; how I was possibly going to be able to come up with the rent. It made no sense on paper; but the codes promised all would be well, and that I simply had to trust.

Well month after month something showed up to help me pay the rent. While unsettling to not know for certain if I would make it from one month to another, somehow it always worked out. This was a benefit of being in a space that was favorably coded for me. I was blessed to have landlords that are kind, compassionate, and were willing to work with me. At times I was literally days away from rent being due and not knowing where to get it from; yet it would show up.

Here it is a year later, and the codes here have seen me through quite a year of adventures and experiences. As I write this, I am happy to say that I finally have the peace of mind that I can be here as long as I would like. Things have shifted that much, as blessing after blessing has come through in one form or another. I am so grateful for all of the people that have loved and supported me through this process.

With my own space to work with; it was time to get busy taking care of things. As 2019 started, I had both the family trust to deal with; and there were also, bullying and abusive patterns to handle at work. The year started with finding out that Jesse’s sister had removed her from having any say in the trust; and that her niece had been designated as full trustee. There were strong doubts that the niece would act in integrity; and the lack of communication made for many months of sitting in trust that all would work out well, regardless of the aggressive and disrespectful behavior of someone programmed full of lies.

As if that wasn’t enough, work became a space of walking in a mine field. I was verbally attacked by a new supervisor; and had to file reports with regional human resources people to insure protection from further aggressiveness from both the supervisor and teammates. Jesse had dealt with a great amount of bullying from a previous supervisor; and I simply was not going to put up with it.

As time went on, things became more and more intense; and it led to false reports being filed against me, as an attempt to get me fired. I stood strong in the codes and integrity. I stood transparent making all of my actions fully visible for others to see.

In the middle of it all, I also had to get started on the 2020 version of The Code Journey. Unfortunately, my body was not handling the stress of trying to keep up private coding work, working a full-time job, trying to do another part time job, writing the book, and trying to follow what was happening with the trust in order to not be cut completely from it. My body began collapsing, under all of the major stresses; even though I was dealing with it well emotionally and mentally.

Eventually, the supervisor left; and those trying to get me fired realized they weren’t going to be able to do that. The instigators of all of this also ended up transferring out; and gradually over several months, things began to settle down. This is a great example, however; because we often expect an immediate windfall of blessings when we have favorable codes, but sometimes in transforming things and getting shifted over to that, it can be a bit of a bumpy process.

The stress, however, had already taken its toll on my body; and just after getting news that things seemed to be coming together with the trust, my body began collapsing. I had about 2 months that I barely, if at all, could work on writing the book. This, of course, created more stress. My body had stopped processing food, and I had to miss some days at work in an attempt to try to stabilize it. Over a couple of months, I gradually was able to get it somewhat stable.

In the middle of dealing with physical challenges; Jesse’s niece, and the trustee for the trust; tried to manipulate me out of my share of the trust; becoming verbally abusive. I sat in stillness, holding trust that she would honor the terms of the trust, as I was told that was all I could do. It led to several nerve-wracking months; and having to get an attorney so that I could get things settled. The deep layers of manipulation from Jesse’s sister, were still unfolding; and I uncovered huge areas of deception, and plans to be cut completely out of things.

The challenges required me to stand strong and stand up for this body and Jesse to be treated with respect. I refused to back down from all of the varying patterns of abuse, and stood strong in integrity and transparency, refusing to be tossed out and mistreated. This was a key pattern that had to be closed out for Jesse; which was to close the family patterns of manipulation, to hold others and the situations in integrity, and to stop people from taking advantage of this body.

Over and over again, I felt so much gratitude for the space I had moved into. It gave me the ability to handle all of these challenges with grace. It gave me the space I needed to care for my body. It gave me the alignment I needed to come out favorably in everything.

However, as fall approached; the stress of completing the book and a lack of integrity with the trust funds took its toll. My body crashed again, going into a nervous breakdown. Small things became overwhelming. I had to face the fears of things not coming through. I had to rest into the book being released in Divine Timing; instead of when I had hoped to complete it, even though it was much later than a book of this kind should come out.

As I sit here putting in these final pages, I sit in very deep gratitude. It has been only in these last few days of November that I have been able to finally bring the trust to a conclusion; and bring closure with family and family patterns, even though it has meant a separation with Jesse’s niece. The book is being released under beautiful code influences that my logical human mind could not have foreseen.

In this year, I have brought great transformation to this human body. While there is still a great amount that needs to get done, there is peace and ease that it has not known for a very long time. I am sitting in an authenticity that is magical. I have closed out the destructive patterns; and unfolded a trust in the codes that truly showed me the benefits of being in an aligned space.

Now, I look forward to beginning a new life, or at least a new book in the saga of this human body. It is time to live for me, and to continue to unfold the journey of working with the codes. It is time to be in creation; and yes, I have many pieces in the works on this. I will be shifting those pieces that are not coded; and exchanging them for what is coded. I will be working on creating more opportunities to live with greater freedom; and seeking a space that will be the next layer in honoring my own self.

I look forward to unfolding new layers within the codes, and opportunities to bring them out more. Already there are plans for workshops and courses locally here in Maine. First, however, I will be taking some much-needed time to rest, restore, and organize things so that I can fully embrace my own journey with the codes; and all that they are waiting to unfold for me.

Summer 2020 Updates

You may remember in my previous update that I mentioned, there were just a couple of bumpy spots in my current location for my codes; even though most were quite good. These were connected to family, health, and finances. I have already shared the ordeals of family, and some of health. Well, I had entered this year feeling quite confident about the space I had gotten to; even if I was tired and worn out from 2019. I did the responsible thing to pay off all my debts, so that I could also draw on the benefits of that; and assisted a couple of friends in need.

As I entered 2020; I said that, as long as I had a full-time job, I would be fine and wouldn’t have to worry about paying my bills. While I knew my body wasn’t holding up well; it never occurred to me what was coming. Day by day, my body took a rapid deterioration; and aspects from the car accident 2 years prior, really started to surface again. Each day required patience getting up and down the stairs of where I live as I came and went to work.

Each day, my body tolerated the demands of my job less and less; and by the end of January, I couldn’t make it more than 15-30 minutes into my shift without being in excruciating pain. Even the basics of walking were getting more and more challenging for me. I was faced with another big decision right off the bat; and that was, to try to find a way to handle the pain, or to take a leave of absence and try to rehabilitate, or to leave my job. Of course, I would love to leave my job and focus on writing; but not feasible when some sort of income is needed.

I had been informed of the horrors of trying to get any kind of disability where I lived. People had told me they had filed 4-8 times; and then still had to get a lawyer, and it took several years to get through the process. I offered my work a proposal to take a couple of weeks off, so that I could focus on my rehabilitation; and then gradually work back into full-time. As you can imagine the answer was a flat NO; since they wanted me out anyways. They offered me a Leave of Absence for medical reasons; but this would be without pay. I of course had no medical insurance, since I could not afford it; and no way to get the medical backing that I needed for this, without putting myself back in debt again.

My heart was sinking; and I still had shot nerves and other factors, where I couldn’t handle what they were asking me to look at with the paperwork. I was beyond overwhelmed; and my stress was off the charts, nearly immobilizing me once again. I decided to take the 2 weeks I was entitled to, which were unpaid; and see what I could do in that time. It was the end of January; and it immediately became clear to me, this was the end of the road for working for others at this point. Somehow, I was going to have to find a way to get the book and my own work to support me. As I realized that going back was not a possibility; I ended up having to give a notice of termination with my employer.

I at least knew that if I scrimped a bit, I was not going to be in immediate danger of losing the roof over my head; and still had hopes that with focusing on healing that I could maybe rehabilitate enough to create some more options, even if it was part time work. After a few days of personal care, I thought that I would try to take a walk to the market where I live. It is only about 1 mile each way; and that would be only about 1/5 – 1/7 of what I would have done in a normal day on my job. Well, that turned out to be not such a great idea, even if it taught me a lot.

I managed to get there; but coming home, was not so great. I had tried all kinds of repositioning; but it left me