That Pandora Process



(Back cover)  That Pandora Process

By Judith Watts, BA

According to ancient Greek myth the “Lesser” Goddess, Pandora, was told to never open her wedding present box as she accepted the responsibilities of becoming Earth’s first mortal woman. Predictive warnings about the mental, emotional, physical and spiritual complexity of sexual reproduction for a human body proved to be absolutely true!  Naively, on behalf of both genders, she took on the life discovery journey – That Pandora Process.

The ills, evils, and tribulations suffered, along with guilt and blame assigned throughout eons became the female burden. The real truths are escaping the expansive DNA ancestral closet faster each week. The most liberating one is simple!  Through countless incarnations, every soul has reincarnated as both genders.

Hope was always the foundational support for each living human entity. Moving briefly beyond the third dimensional box – fearful confinement – we touch home and come back to life renewed and trusting.

And in this Emerging Era, the human footprint on Earth is tuning into a higher GPS signal. Our energized chakra lights reflect heart illumination.  Spurred forward with the primal instincts of newly hatched sea turtles, we are synchronistically joining the evolutionary flow: as average Real People, we are never alone. A benevolent guidance system lovingly helps us merge with a divinely timed invitation from universal consciousness. The best is yet to come….

Experiential verification and extensive research offers readers recognizable personal signs and symptoms of the shift, including the wondrous opening to self-love.


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That Pandora Process


Judith Watts, B.A.

Copyright 2017

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author.

Contact:   Emerging Era Communications,

Wasaga Beach, Ontario, Canada


I vividly remember my  own disintegration of the “old me”.  And when I was introduced to the realities about what began shifting my life,  I sure needed help…which wasn’t available.  Support we need is there now…and growing each month in 2017!  It all started January 21, 1980 when I was 33.   From then on, everything about my “normal” life became unhinged: my 14 year marriage ended; my career shifted endlessly it seemed!  As a single mom, I became a university graduate, moving too many times to count, miraculously offered jobs in administration and teaching, meeting just the right people for what I needed to discover about myself and life…travelling on my own extensively – the list goes on and on…

A line from Hemingway – I was learning quickly there at the end - flowed into my mind often. Beginning in early 1991, there were several mornings when – fresh and inspired – I faced the keyboard all geared up to write my story.  Although a daunting task, I never doubted I would complete it someday. On those mornings I’d work on a page or two.  Then, fortunately, it was time for lunch. I’ve had a lot of lunches since then…



Write what you’ve seen. Write what you’ve experienced. Write about the synchronicities and the absolutely incredible circumstances that totally defy any logical reason.

Write about your insights. Write about all the truly bizarre things. Write about the mysterious ways the next road to walk rises up to meet you.

Write, Judy. So I did….for a lot of years….


Dedicated to:
All the Bright Ones who are playing roles in the ultimate vision:
Love and Freedom on Earth …


They Have Computers in the Evolutionary Sea

Barrie, Ontario, Canada
February 9, 2003

My nine and a half year old grandson entwined his arms around my neck where I was seated at a computer desk in his parent’s bedroom. He must have been tuned in to my core struggle. School was closed because it was a snow day; buses were off the roads due to high winds and drifting. With his Mom and Dad at work I’d been called in.

I was in one of those determined writing modes – blissfully unaware it would be another decade before I had even a small fraction of the real story anyway.

In the simple way children always do of getting to the heart of the matter, he asked “Are you in this book, Nana?”

I hesitated for a moment before answering and gently caressed his hand. “Yes. It’s about experiences I’ve had.”

This was one of many challenges I was facing: finding the right ‘tone’ and ‘voice’. Deciding how much personal detail to include so the integrity of my experience were established – without destroying my credibility and coming across as “crazy”.

“What are you writing about, Nana?”

In two seconds he had identified the true core of my dilemma. Amazed, I looked up at the questioning expression on this face I loved so dearly. And mentally threw up my hands in frustration!

Not only was it going to be next to impossible to explain to him about evolution – in terms of what I believe is happening to human beings at this point in the history of the species. Telling you, my reader who will be a lot more set in your ways, would be even more challenging. Possibly even impossible!

Nevertheless, undoubtedly aware he could decide to deny any relationship to his maternal Nana I started to explain with a question for him first. “Do you know anything about animals that have become extinct?”

His face lit up. He had an immediate answer, “Like the Komodo dragon?”

I had just learned something new from him already! Without admitting my obvious lack of modern public school curriculum, as a recently retired college communications professor and corporate trainer, I knew how to shift to the core point. “Do you know how human beings first came to live on our planet Earth?”

He attends church regularly; so, not surprisingly he told me about Adam and Eve and how God had destroyed all the people, “…because they were bad… and then Noah and his family and two of every kind of animal got saved in an arc”.

An unexpectedly brilliant response came to mind. “Do you think the color of Noah’s skin was white?”

“Yes….” He replied, his brow furrowing thoughtfully.

“In that case, where did all the other skin colours come from?”

“Like you mean our peach colour?”

I felt my shoulders drop, overcome with a new wave of hopelessness about the task I seemed to have been assigned. It was one tiny word. Yet it established the depth of perceptual differences even when we imagine we are born into the same family, speaking the same language!

In the vocabulary of my Canadian Anglo-Saxon descended Baby Boom generation, I had never imagined – not for one instant – of referring to any skin colour as peach! Not even if ‘peach fuzz’ could be clearly seen growing on cheeks or chins!

Then, I felt my heart take some forward beats. This was an example of evolutionary thinking personified!! Wasn’t it? What’s more, the thought was voiced by my fantastic, sweet, loving grandson: a soul incarnating into the broader cosmic blend just before the New Millennium. It couldn’t help but be proof….Could it?



Hope is the dream of a soul awake….French Proverb

In ancient Greek mythology Prometheus stole fire from Mount Olympus, the sacred domain of Zeus, and gave it to mortal man. One way of looking at it? It was the moment when the sparky, vibrant, creative female energy came into being.  Another take on the Pandora myth for my readers?  Down through the ages males may claim they have survived an extended life sentence for this technological advancement. Mm…survived is the key word. Who made the lunch?

Prometheus had a brother, Epimethius, known as the Titan God of Afterthought and Excuses.  He ‘took the fall’ by innocently, happily marrying Pandora, who was to be the first mortal woman of Mother Earth. Other lesser gods and goddesses gave Pandora a wedding gift she was warned never to open. With no known expiry date, blissfully unaware of what lay ahead, the new bride joined her husband on their journey to Gaia – to begin human population engineering. This was the same time period, according to some interesting Google reports, when the animal kingdoms were landed here too.

In uncovering the real truth of ancient myths, sourcing rumour and gossip, there are limitless variations. Some wisdom seekers put the entire blame on the groom for opening the forbidden box on their wedding night.  While his blissful bride lay in the darkness, lost in the Eros of marital love. What we might now call erotica or prolonged physical exercise. And it is generally agreed the present Pandora had been asked to carry with her was a pithos – a type of jar…not a box. That was a translation error apparently unrecognized  for many hundreds of years.

However the myth downloaded, it was Pandora’s fault that all the eventual evils and errors of mankind began to stream out in a plague of harmful daemons (spirits). Creating the female strength of recognizing the devil is in the details, Pandora  intuitively awakened just in time. Closing the jar, she managed to save one small seed: HOPE – the birth expectation to succour all future races on Earth.

In another allegory, Adam followed his rib-recipient’s lead and shared her suffering when they were forever banished from the Garden of Eden. When the sexual serpent energy became aroused between them, Eve must have decided an apple a day would be a healthy choice.  According to ancient and modern patriarchal Christian doctrines, Eve’s independent, high-heeled spirit has never quite toed the line of silent submission. Nevertheless, in the last few decades, the natural feminine, robust, adventuresome courage is leading the way, “where no hu-man has gone before”.

In some ancient Eastern traditions, this serpent power or life force energy is called Kundalini (koon-da-lee-nee). Life is both a deep mystery and an open book of naturally occurring miracles, available on or off line when we are ready to accept the gift of another truth.  We receive directional signals through seven basic chakras (power points) in our physical body, running from ground zero, to the higher source cosmic expressway. The awakening of Kundalini energy is the change agent both genders are experiencing as humanity takes this critically timed and unimaginable evolutionary leap forward. It is what this golden age of enlightenment is all about.

And the seven colours assigned to the chakras are displayed on the shell of Tootie Turtle.  The huge eyewear piece indicates extrasensory/intuitive vision, part of the  new human benefit packaging we are starting to open in our Pandora Process Present.

Alright. I’ll admit it. I’ve had some fun writing this introduction for you. What a welcome relief to discover the inner child! And although my innate humour does peep up here and there, for the most part what I will share was not a source of enjoyment or delight in any way. Neither for myself nor for those who relied on me to play the various roles they expected me to enact.

If I had shared even a couple of the experiences that I held with such guilt and fear inside my secret memory field over the decades? I would have been even more maligned and alone. And probably highly medicated and locked away. Because I’m meeting so many who echo my truth now, I’ve become more brave. Because there are countless souls living variations of the misunderstood and misdiagnosed realities of the Pandora Process in the Present, I know our time has come.

To repeat the answer to a question asked of me in 1989 – I will fill you in on the details  later – “Can you take any more?”  My answer would still be the same: “If it is for the good of humanity…yes, I can take more.”





Time: Mid April, 1983

Place: my condo townhouse in London, Ontario

I am relaxing in my favourite chair – a flowered navy blue wingback – gazing across the living room toward the sidewalk running through the condo development. The girls are with their father on the alternative weekend arrangement we agreed upon in our formal separation agreement eight months earlier.

Within the next few days I will be writing my final exams to complete my Bachelor of Arts in English Literature which I had been enthusiastically studying since the fall term of 1980 after my return from Edmonton. I am feeling quite content as I listen to a tape of one of my all time favorites: The Carpenters.

As well as several courses in English Literature I had chosen philosophy, classical studies, anthropology, political science, American literature and world history as some electives each term and had been required to take French courses as well during the three years of study.

After several hours of writing the last essay for any course, I am recharging my batteries. I had never imagined how literal that phrase could be! Because, suddenly, quite literally – I am zapped! Charges of narrow light cylinders suddenly begin to flash across the room. I am targeted like a human lightning rod from a completely invisible source on an internal wall. Filling a circumference beyond my body, I am repeatedly, painlessly stabbed by a silent, concentrated energy.

The attack of white, invisibly powered slender elongated shafts lasts perhaps 30 seconds or maybe a minute. For a mere matter of seconds, I recall feeling absolutely dumbfounded. Not frightened – not harmed – just totally amazed! Since it happened in bright daylight, I wasn’t alarmed as I might have been seeing those lights streaking at me in the black of night.

And, as crazy and unusual as the incident was – something we might share with others who would find it equally incredible – something to be wondered about for years … I told no one.

Virtually immediately my everyday conscious mind filed away the peculiar incident in an untitled mental storage file. It was a long time before I remembered and even longer still before I gradually started to appreciate how and why I could forget such extraordinary experiences.

I started to see how things were happening each time I walked (or crawled) away from the natural shock treatment my body withstood. Miraculously I had lost a part of my personal baggage. The shadow parts hidden in the big bag of masks continue to diminish. I had learned to wear them to trick myself and everyone else. Gradually, over many involuntary journeys into the void, I started to see how much healthier my attitudes and perspectives became. And then some other new realities began to emerge….

When we take a moment to really get in touch with our own inner truth, we intuitively know a world of love, peace and joy is ahead. In the miraculous Pandora Process, dormant brain cells connect expanding physical, mental and emotional boundaries beyond third dimensional consciousness. Divinely scheduled to begin in our current lifetimes, the essential core of our SELF is freed now as we awaken to magic beyond any conceivable dream.

Cut in Twain
It was the fall of 1983 and I was in bed in my new home in the condo where my children and I each had our own rooms. They were with their father that weekend. It was three am and after about four hours of sleep I was suddenly awake, lying on my back.

This time of awakening became the norm for anything unusual for many years. I was immediately aware that I was totally immobilized, but I could open my eyes. There was a street lamp not far outside my window that always provided some light in the room, even with the blinds closed.

Although I couldn’t see with my normal sight, I could see with an unfamiliar inner sight that there was a large drill coming down toward me from the ceiling. Although I have never read the book or seen the horror movie “Turn of the Screw”, it may have been based on a similar occurrence.  Images that are inherently similar in every social, racial and religious background are called archetypes. Dr. Carl Jung, who experienced a spiritual emergence at the turn of the 20th Century, established the concept of the collective unconscious.

He adopted the word synchronicities to describe coincidences that are simply too meaningful to be discarded as mere happenstance. There is a bountiful energy source available to us all. Personally I couldn’t begin to count the number of wondrous synchronicities in my daily existence.

Countless others are telling me in these last years how specific numbers turn up repeatedly on digital clocks or licenses etc.  We are becoming aware this is a sign from a higher universal power that our mind/body consciousness is being supported. And when the time is right – according to a divine calendar that few access in this reality as yet – an amazing shift will occur.

Back in the early 1980′s, when no one was writing about or making public such “far out” ideas, needless to say, when they started to happen in my life I was absolutely terrified!  Here I was awakened that night – realizing a gigantic screw apparatus was twisting its way down through the air toward me.  This was no dream or nightmare!! I tried to move out of its path but my body was immobilized.

I was unable to free myself.  Then I was somehow being told that I was part of a human experiment. I felt the presence of five entities or spirits of some sort around my bed as though I were in an opportunity room.  I typed ‘opportunity’ there rather than ‘operating’ which was what I wanted to say…however, ‘opportunity’ is exactly right.  Because there was a sense that I was somebody’s opportunity – to serve as a human guinea pig. The drill was cutting me in two: in the middle of my chest, just above my heart. There was something about the female and male sides being separated.

I recall having a frantic, screaming scene with these entities – silently in my head. Now I would call it telepathic communication. Part of the argument was their willingness to be seen. I was hysterically begging them to NOT let me see them!! The thought of having visible entities in my bedroom was absolutely beyond anything I could tolerate.

I was so terrified! I didn’t consciously think I would see little grey ETs and I still don’t believe this was the sort of physical intruders in my bedroom. There was no physical pain but the mental anguish of pending pain was excruciating! I must have won that bit of the argument about not being able to tolerate seeing them.  However, for three or perhaps four hours, I was taken apart and dissected. I was conscious during the entire time.

When it was over, I was suddenly released! I needed to use the toilet and shaking with fear and with my body painfully aching, absolutely exhausted, I managed to make my way to the washroom across the hall. When I stumbled back to bed, I realized two things: I was alone now.  And it was almost time for the alarm to go off. And somehow I managed to pull myself together and go on with the day.

How and why was that possible?  Because again, once the incident occurred it was swept into another area of my mind – what I would now call the super-consciousness.  I didn’t remember it and my everyday body didn’t seem to suffer fatigue or strain.

These middle of the night intrusions on my normal life existence occurred several times over the next years. Each one was a different involvement of my conscious and subconscious energies. Throughout the Pandora Process I have integrated these experiences into what I now can refer to as transformational shifts in my human awareness and I have written the details in this book.

Throughout the manuscript some names have been changed to respect privacy. Some fascinating twists and turns were made with someone I thought of as an “average Joe”- who was first introduced to me as a Shaman. In the 1980’s, due to the paranormal experiences around his essence, I started to wonder if he was my Soul Incognito Mate – or as I dubbed him SIM. The definition of incognito is one whose identity is disguised or concealed.

Depending on your contacts and undeniable experiences, Shamans, Gurus, Spirit Masters, Angelic Forms, Avatars and human-looking helpers from galactic neighbourhoods are absolutely real. Sometimes, since energy manifests from the darker part of the etheric plane – the awareness that positive, loving beings of light are here to help us ascend – can be experiences we don’t care to acknowledge.

SIM (Subscriber Identity Module) in global cell phone lingo unlocks a code. I recently realized this concept perfectly explains the experiences I encountered with my SIM. In various packaged SIM models over three decades, I was gradually unlocking my master code. To discover who I always had been. And in uncovering the truth in my own Pandora Process, I could share my discoveries. And so I am…


And when I journeyed deep into those recesses of my soul and I was so lost in my dark places, feeling the psychic pain when my breast was cut off as an Amazon woman – or the battle fields when swords and lances pierced my armor and I watched the life-blood spill from my wounds – SIM was always there…in spirit, his essence filling my being with hope and reassurance.

It was this man who walked into my office and straight to my desk one morning after another one of my three night hospital stays. He simply said, “It’s not manic depression. It’s something else.” I never asked him for an explanation. He never offered one. However, from that day forward those few words were enough to keep me on track. I simply believed it and even as I continued to live through some indescribable horrors, that reassurance kept coming into mind – somehow holding me safe.

 1989 – As I was driving on the unpaved country road, I approached a crossroads – and not knowing where the heck I was at 3:00 AM on this dark night – I slowed my car. Quite suddenly I banged the steering wheel several times and screamed in pure joy: WE DID IT!!! WE DID IT!!!

Immediately aware of how foolish I must have appeared making such a display of myself – in this empty summer countryside, I quickly looked in the rear view mirror to see if somehow someone might have heard – and then I contained myself and drove on. It was at least 15 – no maybe 20 years – before I finally put together this indelible memory with the date that has been noted as when the Harmonic Convergence had taken place. I had no idea who WE were or what WE had done.

One of the most disturbing memories of the 1980′s era when one time only, I was delivered by ambulance to the London Psychiatric Hospital on Highbury Avenue. Being registered in and having needles roughly shoved into my thigh reminds me of another time while awaiting transport to the old Victoria Hospital where I was normally released after three nights and days of drug induced sleep. As though I was not in the room, one attendant that time described me to another as “another one of those New Age crazies”.

I still shake my head in wonder! However I was presenting myself in non-typical, non-threatening behaviour – to either myself or to others – it was identified thirty years ago! In my own opening to the Kundalini energy in the 1980’s I became aware what I required to move through blockages in my etheric energy was safety, non-ridicule and understanding. Hoping to be part of efforts to establish transformational safety and understanding of evolutionary shifts in humanity is my reason for publishing this book.

The Highbury ‘mental health care facility’ where, thankfully, I was taken only once is historically significant: the former London, Ontario Lunatic Asylum. Dr. Richard Maurice Bucke, prompted by his own mystical experience, published a significant contribution to the knowledge of spiritual awakenings in 1901 – “Cosmic Consciousness”. As superintendent of the Asylum at the turn of the 20th Century, his decision to unchain residents from walls and encourage them to plant gardens and pursue other physical activities opened avenues traditionally inconceivable up until this point in the Victorian Age. Perhaps his long friendship with the American author of “Leaves of Grass“, Walt Whitman, encouraged a more “free-thinking” destiny for Dr. Bucke who experienced his own wondrous illumination.

On the day I was admitted, refusing to get out of my street clothing and into the backless hospital garment in a public hallway, I was wrestled to the floor by four orderlies. This ‘take down’ happened in front of the admittance desk facing a large rotunda where several male patients encircled the space, smoking as they gained daily exercise.

One can never begin to imagine horrendous experiences suffered by the perceived ‘mentally ill’ throughout history. Dr. Bucke’s changes were progressive steps in his era for sure. Today, the numbers of individuals awakening through what I term “The Pandora Process” is not just historically unprecedented. It necessitates vast upgrades in old, limited thinking to build safety nets for all who are crossing the bridge into the fourth and fifth dimensions.

When we accept what is happening, we discover so much to do! Many of us who somehow became the front-runners of this vast awakening are recognizing the internal heart-light in others everywhere. And with that light switched on we realize the compassion and understanding are in full view. A plethora of mind, body, spirit experiences challenge the emotional body where ancient fears have virtually limited self-love and freedom. We are coming into a different level of light existence both internally and externally. The energy levels are shifting all we thought we knew and understood. Our world gets better and brighter every day as we “slip those surly bonds of Earth”.


..Spurred forward with the primal instincts of newly hatched sea turtles, average homo sapiens are being collectively swept into the evolutionary flow. We are never alone. A benevolent guidance urges us to respond to a divinely timed invitation from universal consciousness.

Nested on Earth, unconscious to the fact we would eventually shift to the source energy of the cosmos, we intuitively turn on our GPS signals. An eternal light is calling each individual soul home as we approach the incoming tides.

We land turtles – the genesis of Real People – needed to simply break free of the shell of confinement…ascend….and BE HAPPY!


November 11, 2017

The Pandora Process manuscript is in the final editorial stages. However, if you would like to have the opportunity to read the first section (65 pages)   before it is available to purchase as an ebook and in hard copy print, please contact me and I will email a PDF attachment.  I looking forward to helping you recognize the potential symptoms. Understanding some of your own life-shattering and in the end deeply powerful and positive experiences you will realize you are not alone.  You are a member of the Home Team of millions who are awakening and becoming aware. Welcome….   Judith  

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