About CX3


About CX3
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CX3 Details

Meeting times and other particulars

For specific union let us meet at 7 am, 11am, 7pm and 9pm California time (PST).  And the fifth free-form when you feel the wave.  Remember the wave will come through as a tingling sensation seeming as the beginning of a sneeze located in the back portion of the top of your brain. Have your group meet in that timeless place once or as many times of the day that's comfortable for one minute and rejoice in the knowing we are one.  The push will vary with intensity as you begin to use it.  Ultimately a steady course of high intensity broadband white light is our path.  These are times to begin with. As a group we will choose and find our comfort level for the joyning.  

Toning will be our basic form of ritual. 

The Coptic Cross that has four even parts may become helpful as well.

And the bell is CCCs symbol. Find one you can wear on your key chain.  I have this vision of walking and hiking in groups ringing bells for peace.  And when we want to find each other in a crowd we can ring our bells from our pockets.  Let's begin buying a few bells of different sizes for each of us including key chain size, Buddhist prayer, school, elephant, rope, and sanctus bells.  Pick those that are easy to carry.

 
CX3 Seed Stories From Louis
Dad's Home

My earliest recollections of the energy force was my knowing when my father came home from work and was parking his car. I lived in Brooklyn in a three family house my parents owned. We lived in the middle apartment and my room was in the back overlooking my grandfather's fig trees. I'd be doing my homework and always knew but never mentioned this phenomenon.

Summer of Love
It was 1967, the Summer of Love. I just flew in from New York, the Big Apple, and there I was on Haight Street in San Francisco. The joy of smiles filled your heart. Colorful clothing, a rainbow around you. The sound of bells was feeding the life force. They were all small bells with a sound that was constant. I will never forget it.

Absent Healing
I was at boogie one night and Marianne was very upset. Of course, I picked up on it and asked her what was going on. She said her son had seriously injured his foot and was in the hospital in the emergency ward. It was toward the end of the dance and I was ready to go home. I asked Marianne for her son's full name and from that point on, until I reached home, I saw him and his ankle and foot healing itself while pushing white light.

The next time I saw her I asked how her son was and she asked, “What did you do? While sitting in the emergency room he healed.’” I asked her what time that was and she said it was the same time I arrived home (about 35 minutes later).

The Snap
Another incident at Boogie comes to mind. Luna was hit in the head and lying on the floor. Paul and I went to her aid. We instinctively used Reiki holding points linked together, where time does not exist, when suddenly an audible snap echoed in my brain and we both jumped back. At that exact moment Luna moved her hand that was covering the impact and sat up.

I had never heard this before nor have I heard it again. This was an audible sound in my brain. I now feel what happened was her electric energy jumped the injury and reconnected that portion of the brain that was injured. Thus the snap.

Execution
I was with my good friend Jane driving back from visiting her friend. We were on 580 when I turned on the radio and KPFA reporting on a death penalty execution. I changed the station and Jane said “Wait, I want to hear this.” At that point I said “Oh my, it's happening right now at 12:32.” She reminded me it was set for 12 o'clock midnight. I said yes I know, but it's happening right now. We turned the radio back to KPFA and a few minutes later they reported Mr. Williams had just been executed at 12:32. There was a delay. Of course we were only a few miles away from San Quentin. I often wonder to whom I was connected.

The Power of Love
I was in my late 20s and in love with a fashion model. We were together for a year or so and completely linked. One weekend she wanted to go to Massachusetts. During part of the weekend I had such an overwhelming need to contact her that it was unbearable. I called all the numbers I had. This took about 15 minutes or so and I couldn't find her and was devastated. About three hours later she got the message I was looking for her and called. “Is everything okay?” I asked. It was, she said. Wow, I was relieved. When she came back I was at my apartment on Christopher Street. We decided to go to the pier. When were sitting on the massive timbers she poured her heart out and told me she was actually making love with her childhood sweetheart that weekend at the same time I was trying to reach her. I told her what I was feeling and how this incredible connection found it impossible to judge the relationship. We did break up eventually, and her childhood sweetheart was hit by a lightning bolt and died some time later. I am happy she was able to connect with her old friend before his passing. The bond we have with our lovers is the bond we will create for humanity and beyond.

1986
I was living with my girlfriend Barbara and it was early in the morning. I woke up and immediately sat in the lotus position. Barbara said “Louis, what's the matter?” I replied “an earthquake, a terrible earthquake, people are dying.” The next morning San Salvador earthquake was in the news. That's where it happened, hundreds of miles away.

If you have similar stories there will be a place for you to share them.


 
More Seed Stories From Mo

The Soul Phone Has Caller ID

I routinely know who is calling before answering the phone and sometimes answer the phone "hello, so and so." They assume that I have caller ID, but it is not from the phone company. I usually will start having a conversation with them in my head right before they call.

Tribal Consciousness

I ran into a dear housemate downtown; we were no longer living together but had for years. We both spontaneously blurted out: Is Mike in town? Mike had lived with us in our funky old farm house, but he had been in Japan for six months at least. We both felt his presence. We found out later that day that he had indeed returned.

Appointments

There is a system of appointments where I know I have to go to a certain event to meet a certain person; like Dance Jam. I knew a few weeks ago that I had to go and that I would meet Indigo, and we would share something. We have never been particularly tight or involved with each other. So I went, and sure enough, she approached me, and we made an appointment for a session here that was important for both of us.

Just last month it was about dusk and i knew i had to go to Berkeley Bow; the feeling had been growing for about two hours, though I had plenty of food. I went there, got some stuff, and got in line;there, next to me, in line was one of my best friends from when I lived in Germany. He was in town visiting his sister and had tried unsuccessfully to find me. It opened a whole new chapter of our sharing.

The Universe Winks

I was at Burning Man at center camp doing massage on a woman named Linden. Before the session, during the intake interview, she had told me she had respiratory issues and I told her that Linden blossom tea was
actually a very good remedy for them. I had heard about it from another friend of mine a German witch I met in Germany fifteen years before and hadn't seen in ten years (she lives in southern Germany to this day). About twenty minutes into the session the witch walked up to my table and squeezed my shoulder.

You get the idea.

 
About Louis Lieto
I was born on March 21, 1943 at 5:30 p.m. at the Williamsburg maternity hospital in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn, New York. The hospital was located on Bushwick Avenue and Himrod Street. My given name is Louis John Lieto. My last name is Italian and means JOY. My grandparents on my mother's side were born on the island of Sicily, in the town of Polizzi Generosa. My mother was born in Little Italy New York, New York. And my father's side came from Salerno on the Amalfi Coast, Italy. He was born and lived in Greenpoint Brooklyn, New York.