Traveling happenings.

Last week I was sitting on an airplane for a ridiculous amount of time while the vice president's airplane, that showed up next to ours, decided when it was finally going to leave. This delay set up a chain reaction, probably all over the country, because so many people would now be missing their connections. Kids started begging for water and whining.The people on my flight were finally starting to ask some questions…… “Can we have some water? No….. it's against regulations.” The parents of the children behind me didn’t question any further. We are so used to this mindless authority. I said to the person next to me, ” When will those people in our government remember they work for us?” That question ignited a dialogue of people openly voicing their discontent. Our government acts like a monarchy. It serves a few privileged ( i.e. people who are corporations) who make rules for all of us to keep us enslaved and we’ve allowed it. It was refreshing to see people getting upset about being treated like chattel. We pay our government to take care of us and intelligently use our money to support us, not the other way around. Change.  

9/11 Interview with NewRealities

Several of my clients and friends have asked me to share the audio transcript of an interview I did on 9/11 of this year (2011) with Alan Steinfeld, founder of NewRealities. At the urging of my beautiful friend Susan Burleigh, I took part in this radio broadcast in New York City during the memorial week commemorating the 10th anniversary of 9/11. 

In this interview, I humbly share my the micro-macro view of our cosmic world, including my own perpetual experience with oneness, starting from womb and continuing until the present moment. 

Listen to the interview on the NewRealities web site.

For those of you who don’t have time to listen to the entire program, my interview starts right around minute 43:00. Thank you Susan. Thank you Alan.

To Infinity and Beyond!

I am one of the most fortunate beings on this planet (my opinion) AND to be absolutely clear, I didn’t always feel this way. 

I am a seer. I see the layers of vibration from the most subtle “invisible” level to the physical level that we are accustomed to viewing with our eyes. When I was very small, I had to memorize everything that was “here”: solid. This was a trial-by-error process that resulted in lots of black eyes and bumps and bruises — which my mom still comments about! All of this is to introduce and explain a wonderful phenomenon that I have witnessed.

I live in Hawaii and my home sits on the belly of the goddess Pele. Behind and above me is Haleakala Mountain. Below me extends a scenic patchwork quilt of cane fields and waterways stretching to the cerulean blue ocean. All my life, I’ve entertained myself viewing what I call the morphogenic grid. It surrounds and supports everything we see and experience. It appears as a soft, undulating net that flows and moves with everything. It’s like a mother’s soft touch that encourages life’s emergence and continuation and is informed by the energetics of Creation.

Recently, I woke up to an amazing and unique sight. This morphogenic grid has shifted from an organic undulating structure, and a new crystalline etheric framework is forming. We are literally in a new world! It may look like the same world out there, but it is not…. In fact, we are creating this new potentiality and we must discipline our minds and embrace this change! Instead of being afraid, depressed, panicked and anxiety-ridden, we must realize we are waking up and experiencing our individual raw power: the creative impulse. 

We all carry energetic “seeds” that activate a part of our brain/energy complex to remember who we are and why we are here.

They are the birthright of each and every individual on this planet — not just a few elite. It is vital that we take our own power by activating our individual morphogenic grid. I teach a step-by-step experiential process that assists one in energetically merging with the archetypes of the beloved mother Earth as well as the galactic archetypes that lovingly and powerfully hold space and assist as our universe eternally expands and evolves. Experience with me who we all are: God-Source Energy, in a great disguise, co-creating our own reality.

No more secrets; let’s share the sacred! No more letting go; let’s go!Wake up! Claim your own immense power.Let’s create joy!We’ve already been there, done that, and bought the t-shirt for creating fear. See how powerful we are? This call to YOU is to show up as ordinary women and men living extraordinary lives, creating the future now!

I welcome anyone interested in hosting a gathering to contact me.

Mahalo nui loa! A hui hou. 

Cynthia Mellon 

Maui, Hawaii  


A while back I met a man named Achai, a tribal elder from the Altai Mountain region in Mongolia. He is emphatic in his declaration that he and his people are neither part of Mongolia nor are they part of Russia. They are their own sovereign people, a horseman tribe. He is a tulku, of an ancient shamanic tradition said to bring the seeds of civilization to the world. Historical accounts credit these people with seeding the civilizations of ancient Greece, India, Tibet, even the Americas. In my experience of him, he is fiercely passionate about what he knows, has a ready smile, and loves to dance. He told me his wife is his equal in all ways and they have children. 

Imagine these people if you will. They tame and befriend hawks and eagles; they wear their horses day by day like you and I wear a pair of pants. They are one with their natural environment and recognize Spirit as tangibly interwoven in the physical world and beyond it. Ceremony is primal to their existence. They are free.Achai was an honored guest of several Kogi elders who had traveled to his world the previous year as part of an indigenous unification process. I had the pleasure of getting to know Achai over several weeks, mainly through observation since I didn’t speak the language…but it’s funny how we can communicate even when we don’t speak the same words.

We traversed several very high mountain villages; some have little or no outside contact, some have limited contact. There is no noise there, like the hum of wires or traffic. The air is pure. Some of the elders have cell phones and one time an elder motioned and pulled me to a spot in the middle of a high plateau field and told me to stand on this small rock, exactly there. He pulled out his phone saying the rock was a transmitter. I was simply full of awe. Later it was explained to me that what the man meant was if one stands on that specific spot marked by the rock, one has cell phone access. I’m still awed.

In the more “socialized” villages however, we began to be alarmed by the huge amount of plastic bags and containers littered everywhere. The mess aside, what about water quality with so much rubbish in and around the water used for drinking and cooking? It was explained to us that the villagers believe that everything is of the earth and will return to the earth as part of the cycle of the “Mother,” the origin of everything manifest in form. Along with fishing, growing their own food, and raising sheep for the wool that they weave into their clothes, they have huge pigs that are unconfined and roam everywhere, weaving in and out of village life. The pigs eat the waste of the villagers and the villagers in turn eat the pigs. Except the pigs can’t eat the trash. It was so weird and discombobulating to realize that the villagers simply could not see the trash since it didn’t fit into their syntax. We tried to have conversations about garbage and the toxic by-products of convenience foods but we could not find a way to dialogue and be on the same wavelength.

One afternoon after a meeting, Achai was walking back to the hut and I saw him start picking up the trash and just looking at it, obviously thinking hard. I went over to him and he motioned me to start picking it up to form a pile in an open area. Others joined in and soon we had a giant pile of plastic and bags and bottles, etc. The villagers began to gather and in his quiet and unassuming way Achai remained thoughtful, seemingly pondering what to do next….. did I mention he was quite theatrical too?

What he did next was go to one of the cooking fires and grab a burning branch. He brought it to the pile and tried to light it… over and over and over, scratching his head and making harrumphing noises with his voice, getting lots of attention. Now a large group were gathered; villagers, kids, guests, even those pigs bumbling about. After a long time standing there trying to light this noxious pile Achai said, ” See, even the fire cannot consume this substance. It is alien technology.” The villagers started nodding their heads. They could see! They got it! They perceived the truth.Now I share that truth with you.

With Aloha 

Cynthia Mellon

Communications of a bumbling mystic 

I had the privilege of traveling to a remote region high in the mountains of Colombia, South America. That’s the back of my head in the photo. The people of this region have no written language, yet they carry tens of thousands of years of live planetary and human wisdom passed down generation to generation. This elder is asking me (there’s a translator) what the giant rift passing through the center of the U.S. is. He said they have been sitting in concura for a long time are very concerned about the Mother (Earth) and what is developing. In their “viewing” they saw a calamity, a bleeding of unknown and giant proportions, an unimaginable disaster for us all. He drew in the dirt what it looked like. I had to honestly say to him that I did not know. He begged that I take this message back and that we all help. Today I can say with 100% certainty that what he drew on the land and described to me was the Keystone Pipeline.

We, the people, must take back control of our current, life sucking government. Why? For the sake of the planet and all that inhabit it. How? I don’t know how, but I believe we must make the commitment to do so. The “how” will arise out of that commitment.

While we are distracted by old stories blaming white or black or yellow or red and insisting that we deserve more than someone else or that they deserve more than us, there is an elite machine that is gobbling up everything in its path. IT has no color, is not even human….. and has ABSOLUTELY NO EMPATHY (feelings of connection and understanding with each other). AND that machine loves that we fight each other. In fact, they manufacture the weapons to do so, then the drugs to silence us, for profit to them.Wake up. It is we, the people of the United States of America, the cornucopia of every color and language on our beloved planet, who must take back the power of the people. It’s the basis of our Constitution. It’s time for a major redirect. The “corporation (elite)” who “know” they own us, don’t have ears to hear and eyes to see; we do. Take action in whatever small or large way, not against each other, with each other. What can we do? Listen to, hear, and see each other. Turn off the TV, look up from our phones. Eat real food, not alien technology (article to come next), stop suppressing ourselves and our power by taking pharmaceutical drugs formulated to keep us asleep, afraid, and disempowered ( I’m laughing because on spellcheck, it suggests “disemboweled,” which I think is appropriate.) Ask for help when we need it and give of ourselves with each other when we can. Do not be deterred.

WE are who we have been waiting for. Let’s GO!