I Am Here
A Letter to Adamus, the Crimson Council, and Shaumbra
By Maayan Inon
I want to share with you this experience I went through – an experience of terror, anxiety, shock, and trauma combined with light and grace and the power of a Master’s presence. It’s long, but important.
I am that I am. I am Maayan of sovereign domain.
I am a Shaumbra, part of Crimson Circle from the beginning. I have taken many classes – SES, DreamWalker Birth, DreamWalker Life, DreamWalker Death, and many more – and a Crimson Circle Angel for 5 years, supporting and giving my energies to, what I feel, is our creations.
I am a therapist and a teacher of the mystery school.
I am a woman, a mother of two amazing daughters; one is a crystal soul, the other is an ascended master in the process of growing and realization.
I am here. Choosing life, claiming my mastery.
In this life form I was born in kibbutz Nir-am, near the Gaza strip. My parents left the kibbutz and built a new home in moshav (a little village) Netiv-Ha’asara, which is also at the border. My daughters and I are currently living in the northern part of Israel, two hours away from there.
Early on the morning of October 7th, the Hamas terror attack struck us with horror. My parents were murdered and burned inside their home.
They were simple, caring people, seeking harmony and peace. My father was an agronomist and farmer, a guide and companion to other farmers and educating generations to love and appreciate nature. My mother was an artist and an educator, a soft, gentle, creative woman. Together they raised us, five children, with love and respect, giving us the best human tools – to be independent people, responsible for our actions. We were taught not to judge people by outward appearance or belief, but by their actions.
Their house was open to all – Arabs, Bedouin, religious, old, young – and everyone was welcomed and received with respect.
This is my experience.
Early Saturday morning, a call woke me up. I looked at the messages and saw that my father wrote at 7:34 am that they locked the house and were sitting in the safe-room, and that they could hear gunshots and missiles. This was his last message. I called them but there was no answer. I immediately called to wake up my older sister and brother, starting to feel that something had happened.
A few minutes after 8 am, I had a vivid vision of my father, standing in front of me with open arms and saying, “We went, in our way.” I felt his energy quiet and peaceful. I haven’t been able to feel my mom yet, but I felt – I knew – that they had both gone to the other side.
From that moment on, I tried only to contact their neighbors, to understand what was happening, and get news. The messages that came were incomprehensible, and I realized even more that my parents had no chance to survive.
We didn’t receive any formal information for hours, there was no one to speak to. Only in the late evening of that “Black Saturday” we spoke with someone from the village who said that my parent’s house was burned to ashes, but they were not found.
Early the next morning, my brother-in-law drove there and the picture he saw was truly apocalyptic, including traces of bodies.
Since I trusted my knowingness and understood that my parents were no longer alive, I gathered my siblings with their children at my house. My younger brother arrived from London, and we decided that we would sit “Shivaa” – a Hebrew mourning custom, seven days dedicated to the deceased and those who remain – to say goodbye.
We did this even though, according to Jewish tradition, the deceased should be buried first. We are not religious; we do not need a mediator to the feeling and knowingness of the body to determine how we act. My parents were connected to a universal natural movement that strives for harmony and peace. This is how they lived, and this is how they also wanted to die.
So, we announced “Shivaa.”
From the morning of the second day, people began to arrive, thousands. Among them are survivors, friends, and neighbors of my parents from the “surrounding Gaza” area. I felt the energies of my parents very present, telling me, “We are fine, take care of our community.” And so, I did.
As a therapist and DreamWalker, I sat and helped them talk, vent, and share their moments of terror. I heard from good friends that their 17-year-old son was murdered in cold blood on the beach. Another friend whose mother was murdered on the balcony of her house. Another whose partner was killed in an exchange of gunfire when he tried to defend the house. I spoke with friends and acquaintances who hid for hours in closets, or in safe-rooms, afraid to breathe or make a sound, with their children and pets. A 77-year-old woman and close friend of my mother was out for a walk when it all started. It took her 5 hours to move 400 meters – between bushes and trees, between the terrorists, between shots and missiles – until she managed to reach a protected area.
Unbelievable stories trickled down to us. Being the only ones who announced “Shivaa,” we became a “collective Shivaa.” My home became a space for comfort and healing. Help and support appeared from amazing women who organized themselves in shifts to support us. Dear Shaumbra sisters – Rona Shafrir and Keren Gadassi – supported me energetically and practically, helped me to hold this whole thing. And my dear beloved parents – their energy enveloped us in a great light that I have never experienced before. I was given strength and inspiration to welcome and greet people from all spectrums of Israeli society – religious, Arab, Bedouin, secular, young, old – everyone.
During these days, I felt very present. Enlightened.
As a Shaumbra, I haven’t missed a single Shoud in 24 years! During these days, I was so focused on being light on earth that I couldn’t find a quiet time to listen, but every single moment I was aware.
I turned to Adamus. He didn’t have much to say, but he reminded me of a few things:
1. He showed me the drawing of the circle with the dot in the center. “It’s you” he said, “Keep it: a stable center, within a complete circle, balanced and safe.”
2. The call to claim my mastery.
And so, I do.
Adamus has said several times in recent years that it’s time for us humans to take our place. It’s time for us to stand on the stage, bring our full selves, and share our stories, our wisdom, our light. It’s time to bring the Master consciousness and be the Standards for new potentials.
I’m glad I didn’t hear the Shoud this month. I understood it was about the history of Atlantis and Pharaoh, karma, tribes, and such, but I say to you, Adamus and Shaumbra, loud and clear, NO MORE.
No more to allowing evil and destructive forces within me, or anywhere in the world. No more to guilt and/or shame for anything that I have ever done. No more to ancestral karmic chains. And no negotiation with these elements, as you taught me.
You tell us to “remove the defenses,” that we “have nothing to fight for,” and to “hang up the boxing gloves, the robes, the swords.” And I say, come. I’m not fighting, certainly not with you. I’m not fighting the pain and the most brutal evil imaginable. I am not fighting the dark.
I am here to illuminate new potentials to humans on this planet in this time. New potentials of communication, dignity, compassion, ease, and grace with each other.
If we are not here for each other, especially at these apocalyptic times, it will be a very, very sad awakening for me.
I invite you, the Crimson Circle, people of Shaumbra, to be brave. To see us all as part of one tissue – not in other times, but here and now. To strengthen and not to weaken. To love and not criticize or judge. Accept, respect and shine together.
I am ready to stand on stage and talk to you, all of you, at eye level, as a Master.
I am that I am, Maayan Inon, a Shaumbra, a simple woman, choosing life.
And so it is.