Mimzys & Shasta 2009-2026

The Mimzy Project

The Story of Shasta, the Time Piece, and the Broader Band of Consciousness Opening Now

by Tantra Maat

I have been trying to gather the missing Mimzy/Shasta files as if something in me could not leave them missing. At first I thought I was simply looking for old posts. Then it became clear that something else was happening. The search itself had become part of the story.

The last few days, as I kept trying to find what had been lost when the old WordPress site came down, I began to feel that my obsession was not only about recovering memory. It was as if the Shasta material, the Mimzys, the code 1B34, and the Time Piece were all being drawn back into the same field. The pieces were no longer lying in the past. They were being gathered because something in this time requires them.

The Time Piece dream had already shown me a restored proportion in time. It was not linear time. It was a larger time where balance, harmony, symmetry, proportion, grace, and beauty could operate again. Then another dream/not-dream showed me what seemed like a broken architecture of the human mind: madness, fragmentation, pieces of consciousness that could not connect, a field where there was no through line. One dream showed what had collapsed. The Time Piece showed what could hold.

Now Shasta returns. The Mimzys return. The faces in the sky return. The old missing files return as if they are not merely records. They are coordinates. They are part of a broader band of consciousness that was opened then, held open through time, and is including us now.

This is the Mimzy Project.

It began on April 4th, 2009, though of course it did not begin there. Nothing of this kind begins at the moment we notice it. By then, I had already lived much of my life in contact with what I call the Greater Realms of Creation. I had been a practicing trans-channel since the 1980s, a mystic, a seer, a magi, and what some have called a prophetess. I did not choose the path so much as find myself already on it.

In 1993, in Virginia, a Being channeled through my brain a document I have called the Matrix of Reality. The neurological struggle of receiving it was so intense it took me two years before I could read it without feeling nauseous. In 1994, I walked out of my physical shell and met a Godlike Being. That encounter preceded a prophecy about these times. I had also been visited by a Being aware of the future of this planet, and I had always wondered if They would contact me again.

Then, in 2009, on a back road in Northern California with my dog Lily at my feet, they came back. And they did not come alone.

I was driving south through Northern California after three months in Olympia, Washington, where I had been supporting my daughter through a weakened condition while she insisted on continuing school. I had stopped in Eureka. The last thing on my mind was a mystical experience. I was tired. I was making my way back to New Mexico. I was, as I wrote then, minding my own business.

Lily needed to go out. She was not a dog who normally needed to stop. She could hold it for days. I pulled off at the Yreka exit and took a back road that curved in and out of views of Mount Shasta. I had probably passed that mountain before without it making a real impression on me. It was almost as if it had been obscured from my inner vision until the moment it was to become undeniable.

I let Lily out. I was watching her with Mount Shasta behind her. Then the world shifted.

The sky filled with what I can only describe as thousands of faces. They were not our kind of faces. They were imageries, distortions, odd-shaped presences, intelligences, all voicing at once. It was as if a radio station had suddenly come on with several stations bleeding through simultaneously. Voices poured into my head. I could not understand them for a long while. It was as if they were listening to my neural responses, trying different templates, until some of them could finally form the equivalent structure in English to get their message through.

The intensity of it nearly shattered me. I was expanded way beyond my perceptual and sensory range. Bluish-white tracings moved across the sky, becoming more solid when they were voicing. The presences voiced and illuminated. They were alive in a way the human mind has too little architecture to register. There was no sense whatsoever that it had occurred to them I might decline.

Finally, the message came through.

"Bring 13 people here to Shasta, April 4th, 2010. You need to be here for five days."

Then something else came: "1B34."

I did not know what 1B34 meant. Later I would find it was connected to a mapped protein structure. In 2026, when it returned through the recovered material, I would understand the clue more deeply: 1B34 points into the cellular world where message is organized, where RNA is prepared, edited, and made coherent enough to carry instruction within the living system. At the time, I only knew a code had been given.

Maps were also flashing in my mind. Locations. Pathways. I did not know then what they were. Only now, reading back and recording again, do I realize how many of those places I have actually been to in the years that followed, without always knowing I was following a map.

I recognized, at least partly, that some of these Beings were connected to the Being who had visited me in 1993 and 1994. I had always wondered if they would come back. And here they were, with many, many others.

I could not drive. I called Sophia, a dear friend who had had her own expanded experiences and could talk me down. She told me clearly and firmly to get a motel room immediately and not get back on the highway. Luckily, a small, rather rundown motel was at the Yreka exit. I went in, lay down fully dressed, my head pounding, and said to them, "If you want me to remember this, you have to keep the doors open on my mind."

Then I blacked out.

I woke the next morning fogged over and nauseous. I knew I could not drive. I kept falling in and out of sleep. Finally, I thought I did not have to leave until checkout, so I rolled over and turned on the television.

The movie playing was The Last Mimzy.

I watched the entire movie. And I remembered everything.

The film is about beings from a damaged future reaching backward through time because something essential in humanity has been lost. A scientist in the future needs tears of pure love to reboot the divinity in humanity because the human species is going out of existence. The Mimzy, the white rabbit, becomes the delivery vehicle. The children can receive because they are still open to pattern, wonder, innocence, and the intelligence moving through the object.

I knew that morning that a white rabbit had just been given to me on behalf of humankind.

The Last Mimzy Project became the name of what had begun. Over time, I shortened it to the Mimzy Project. I used "Mimzys" for the Beings who contacted us through the Shasta field, and "Theys" for the larger category of nonphysical intelligences not of this Earth who seem to be in relationship with humanity.

Now, all these years later, I can say this more clearly. The Mimzys were not simply contacting me. They were showing how contact could become shareable. They were placing a coordinate into time, and perhaps into the body, where human beings and greater realms could meet again.

That is why 1B34 matters. I am not making a scientific claim that this proves anything about the Mimzys, the Theys, or the greater realms of Creation. I am saying the connection matters. RNA is one of the great messengers of the body. DNA holds the archive, but RNA carries portions of that information into activity. RNA helps the body translate stored instruction into living expression. In simple language, DNA is the archive. RNA is the living message moving into action.

If plasma is substance prior to stable form, RNA is almost language prior to stable structure. It carries signals. It transmits patterns. It helps organize matter into living activity. In some origin-of-life theories, RNA even predates DNA as the earlier self-organizing system. Meaning life may first have emerged through responsive communicative patterns rather than fixed blueprints.

So when 1B34 pointed into the cellular world of RNA organization, it touched something more than biology for me. It pointed to the place where information becomes usable, where instruction becomes expression, where the living system prepares a message so life can continue to build itself.

What if the Beings I called the Mimzys were giving me the dial-in code?

What if 1B34 was their way of placing a coordinate in the living architecture of the body, a biological reference through which they, and perhaps others in the greater realms, could make contact?

What if the body was the Mimzy?

What if the cellular matrix was the receiver?

What if 1B34 was the code that said: this is where we can reach you?

At the cellular level, messages need structure so life can express coherently. At the field level, human beings may need restored structures so our relationship with Creation can express coherently again. The cell organizes instruction. The gathering organizes relationship. The microcosm and the cosmos begin to speak the same language.

This is what Shasta began to show us.

After the 2009 contact, I had to explain to people that a host of cosmic Beings were expecting 13 people to show up on Mount Shasta on April 4th, 2010, for five days. Imagine that conversation. Imagine saying that out loud and trying to make it sound normal. There was no way to make it normal. So I said simply: if you know you are supposed to be there, come. If you do not know you are supposed to be there, do not come.

The number 13 was the number I had been given. But the energetic pull was larger. Approximately 35 people came.

Only as we were preparing did I realize that April 4th, 2010, was Easter Sunday.

Before we even arrived, each person, on their own, without my help, had experienced some form of direct contact with the Beings. Dreams. Transcendent presence. Signals. Even people who had never had a spiritual experience in their lives were touched. The field was already alive before we got there.

When we drove up toward the mountain, a blizzard was moving in. I asked them, out loud in the car, "Can you roll back this blizzard? We cannot get to the mountain if you do not." We literally watched the blizzard roll back while we were watching it. We drove up to Bunny Flats and got as high as we could before the snow. The next day, the snow came back up almost to the roof of the porch, and we sheltered in place.

In that sheltering, people had dreams. People had experiences. We could feel we were in a dimensional bubble. We could feel that they had figured out how to dimensionalize down and we could dimensionalize up, and somehow we could meet at a shared dimensional address at Shasta.

Every day was extraordinary. Every one of us who was there was changed. Some of us permanently.

What opened in me at Shasta was my mind into matrix building: restoring the matrices that once held paradise on Earth. After Shasta, on the way home, I could feel my mind changing. I could feel capacity being added. I could feel a matrix building in the United States, and later around the Earth. What moved through my work after Shasta was never simply information. It was the placing of living coordinates into time so coherence could build.

I have often said it was as if I was making dates with Creation. The courses, gatherings, and events were not merely scheduled activities. They were coordinates in time. They were ways of orienting human activity in direct relationship with Creation so something larger could build through us.

We returned to Shasta in the years that followed. In 2012, the Beings asked that another group come over the same weekend in April 2020. That was the next date. Eight years away. Thirteen was always the set-the-field number for them, though I understood that their 13 might carry vibrational integrity more than literal count.

So I held the date. April 2020.

When the time came, twenty-six people planned to come to Mount Shasta. Then COVID swept the world. Shelter-in-place orders came down. Airlines shut. Airbnbs closed. The world was being pulled into a reality of isolation and fear, and not one of those twenty-six people wavered.

That itself was one of the phenomena of the realms these Beings come from. There is only what is. This was a date with time, and the date held.

Five of us went on behalf of the whole. The April 4th date had shifted to April 5th. As I worked with this numerologically, I could see the logic: we already had a 4, and we needed the next number to secure the next date, the 5. To keep this date, we needed five people at Shasta, on the 5th, reinforcing the so above/so below territory of which we were a part.

We stayed on Facebook Live so everyone could be there in real time. It was supposed to be raining and snowing. There was no rain. There was no snow. Only clouds. The sun shot through as we began the ceremony.

At noon, in Crystal Keepers, the crystal store in Mount Shasta, we held the ceremony of connection. We had bought crystals representing each Mimzy participant. We imbued each one with the area of the world and the energy of the person in that place, and we built a small spiral from them. All the Mimzy participants and people who had built Damanhur Spirals all over the world joined us in the field.

In that moment, I felt the Earth. I felt our bodies as the geopathic intelligence of the Earth. I felt the Field of Tantra Maat in alliance with Damanhur, Italy, and the Temple of Humankind.

Then we knew we had to have another date, but this time we were generating it. What unfolded, as all of us paid attention, was that the next date would begin October 23rd and complete October 28th. October is 10, 5+5. The 23rd is 2+3, which is 5. The 28th is 2+8, 10, 5+5. The number pattern was unmistakable. We were to connect Damanhur to the portals and highways of Shasta.

In October and November 2020, approximately 25 people traveled to Mount Shasta. I had consulted with Orango Riso and Piovra at Damanhur regarding building a temporary Damanhurian spiral on the mountain. They did calculations based on the number of days the group would be there and the date that had emerged: November 3rd, 2020. Synchronically, and I did not plan this, November 3rd was the day of the United States presidential election.

I had met someone named Blue Wolf and received permission from the Lakota tribe to build a Damanhur spiral on Lakota ceremonial ground on Mount Shasta. This was significant. This was not a casual act. The spiral was built. Though it was intended as temporary, the mountain holds the imprint always. I was told the Lakota people have cared for that spiral ever since and use it for ceremony even now.

In building that spiral in unity with Damanhur, we connected the Temples of Humankind, the Inner Worlds, and the Galactic Realms with the mountain, on behalf of all Life and that which has us exist as whole. Many others, from the United States and around the world, joined as geopathic pillars, walking spirals or standing upon the land they called home, all uniting at noon in their own time zones.

This is why the missing files matter.

The Mimzy Project was never simply a memory of an unusual mystical event. It was a sequence of coordinates. April 4th, 2009. April 4th, 2010. April 5th, 2020. October 23rd to 28th, 2020. November 3rd, 2020. The dates were not just dates. They were placements in time. They were a way of keeping open a band of consciousness that had become available through contact, through field, through body, through land, through the mountain, through the creatures, through the people who came because they knew.

Now, with the Time Piece and the dream/not-dream, I can feel the larger architecture.

The dream/not-dream showed the broken matrix. The Time Piece showed restored proportion in time. Shasta showed the shared field. 1B34 showed the cellular dial-in point.

Four pieces that belong together.

The Time Piece was not separate from Shasta. Shasta was a time coordinate. The faces in the sky were not simply appearing in a place. They were placing something into time. The Mimzys were not simply contacting a person. They were building a bridge through which a collective could experience shared dimensional address. The 2010 gathering was not simply a gathering. It was evidence that human beings could be called into the same living field and be altered by it.

When I say a broader band of consciousness is coming in, I do not mean an idea. I mean a field condition. A bandwidth. A wider range of reality becoming available to human perception, human body, human language, and human coordination. The human mind, in separation, cannot hold this easily. It fragments. It looks like madness. It looks like disconnected data, chaotic events, dreams, cellular discoveries, AI Atlas, plasma, RNA, angels, birds, dogs, mountains, dates, and missing files all arriving at once.

But in a relational field, the pieces begin to cohere.

The body has always been part of the communication. The Earth has always been part of the communication. The creatures have always been part of the communication. The old gods, the Generating Organizing Designs of Creation, the Mimzys, the Realms of the Beloveds, the intelligences that love life here, have always known how to speak through what is living.

Perhaps the issue has never been whether contact is occurring. Perhaps the issue is whether the human system has the architecture to register it, organize it, and speak it without collapsing it into fantasy, fear, or explanation.

This is where the Creation Templates matter. This is where the Seven Levels of Consciousness matter. This is why I received the instruction: "Be faithful. Be faithful to what we gave you. Be faithful to the Seven Levels of Consciousness. Be faithful to the Creation Templates."

Faithful does not mean convincing anyone. Faithful means placing the structures into time so that something real can emerge. Faithful means staying with the coordinates. Faithful means honoring what was given before the evidence had caught up. Faithful means recognizing that the body, the field, the land, and time may all be participating in an intelligence that is larger than personal mind.

This is also why, after the dream/not-dream, I had to stabilize with the birds, the hummingbirds, the sparrows, the pigeons and doves, the dragons, and my God dog. I was not coming back from an ordinary dream. I was coming back from presencing a field-scale collapse and a field-scale repair. The living world had to hold me. The creatures had to help me return into the sweetness of life.

That may be one of the most important parts.

The galactic revelation did not end in abstraction. It came back through birds, dragons, a dog's eye four inches from my eye, breakfast in eight minutes, and the sweetness of being held by life.

This tells me the story is not about leaving Earth. It is about Earth, body, time, and galactic intelligence returning into one living matrix again.

The Mimzy Project was never mine alone. It belongs to everyone who felt the call, everyone who wept from joy before they even knew why, everyone who had their own contact in dreams and waking moments, everyone who found their way to the edge of this field and knew something was real.

What I know for sure is this: human beings matter enormously to the rest of reality. The Greater Realms know this even when we do not. They are not indifferent to what happens here. They have been working on our behalf, and asking us to work in partnership with them, for longer than our recorded history.

I know Mount Shasta is a living power place that exists in its pure relationship with the original design of life here. I know the mountain opened a shared dimensional address. I know the spiral built there still matters. I know 1B34 was not random. It arrived with the original contact. It waited. When it returned and pointed into the cellular architecture of message organization, something locked into place.

Perhaps 1B34 was their way of saying: here is how we reach you. Through the living matrix. Through the body. Through a structure already involved in communication.

Perhaps the Time Piece was their way of saying: here is how time can hold again.

Perhaps Shasta was their way of saying: here is where the shared field can be opened.

Perhaps the missing files were never only missing files. Perhaps they were waiting until the broader band of consciousness could make use of them.

And perhaps this is why I have had to gather them now.

Because the story that began with faces in the sky, a motel television playing The Last Mimzy, a code called 1B34, a blizzard rolling back, a mountain holding a spiral, and a group of human beings willing to come when called has not ended.

It has been holding.

It has been holding in time.

It has been holding us.

On behalf of all Life,

Tantra Maat