Context: This piece follows the Introduction and Releases 1 and 2. Reading those first will help orient the timeline and themes that continue here.
I first met a group of mystics called the Lion Hearts in a transmission from Merlin, channeled by Diana Summerland, in the Spring of 2023. Ancient wisdom met modern technology on a Zoom call with about twenty people, many of whom had known each other for years. The initial conversations were familiar, inviting.
Then we all fell silent for the opening song, a calming invocation.
Dianna channeled Merlin, who welcomed me by saying we had spent many nights together stoking a fire, wondering about the mysteries of the universe. And here we were again. With the exception of Janice, whom I had also “met” via Zoom in a writing course that neither of us quite jived with, I didn’t know anyone else in attendance.
But I felt at home.
Later that year, when I underwent four Open Heart surgeries, it was the Lion Hearts whose healing energies uplifted me every day. I felt their prayers, their good wishes. I felt the steadiness of being held by them. Greg was there, boots on the ground. But the Lion Hearts and a couple others were always circling somewhere around me.
It was a lonely time; friends I’d known for decades seemed to vanish. In truth, I wasn’t an easy friend in those days. I asked people not to call me while they were driving because they didn’t feel present; I could feel their obligation being checked off a To Do List. Talking on the phone for any length of time was exhausting as I struggled to breathe. When I had to end a call early they took it as a sign that I didn’t want them to check in at all. Many of them simply drifted away. And I don’t blame them. It’s like when a loved one passes; people just don’t know what to say or do. They don’t realize that they don’t have to do or say anything.
Nestled safely inside the container of the Lion Hearts - with people I’d never met outside Zoom calls - I never felt abandoned.
We even gathered for an in-person retreat in Maine. It was there that my visions of Excalibur merged with the sword of Archangel Michael descending from the sky over the lake and into my body, directly into the place where I still bore the scars from surgery. Somehow, Excalibur was installed inside me.
Other visions followed, slowly at first, then more insistently. During an Easter transmission, I had a vision of standing on a hill outside Jerusalem with hundreds of spectators below me, all of us witnessing Christ on the Cross. I could feel his beating Heart and saw the sacred light from that Heart expand outward in all directions, falling on everyone who was present. I was afraid to see that Heart stop beating; that fear landed heavily in my own Heart.
I was there.
Merlin asked, “And did that Heart ever stop beating?”
No. No, it did not.
I wish I had kept better records of what was said to me and when, the visions - exact dates, exact sequences. I simply don’t know all the timestamps.
I only know what stayed.
In the spring of 2025, Merlin spoke of the Ancient Order of the Lions. Something moved through me - a quiet lightning bolt down my spine. I remember thinking, What is this now? Not as a question to be answered, but as something newly alive.
Around that same time, I was studying Dr. Joe Dispenza’s work. Many of his guided meditations ended with an invitation to ask for a synchronicity - not as proof, per se, but as a quiet confirmation that you were aligned, that contact with Source had been made.
So when Deepak Chopra - pop guru extraordinaire - and his YouTube review of the book “Mystery of the White Lions” by Linda Tucker appeared on my laptop seemingly out of nowhere, I couldn’t be completely surprised even though the review was more than ten years old. I remember staring at the screen, wondering why it was appearing now - and what question it might be answering.
I had known of Linda Tucker’s work for years because Andrew Harvey had led sacred journeys and shamanic retreats with Linda and the White Lions. But in May - the same Spring - Andrew had lost all of his earthly possessions in a devastating fire, and it was unclear whether he would ever return to Timbavati.
And yet - he was traveling. The Himalayas. South India. France. Scotland. Andrew, in true form, was unstoppable.
I shared the book with the Lion Hearts. All of a sudden, many of us were reading it at the same time. A fire was lit.
That Summer 2025, a friend and I traveled to Colorado for a week-long, in-person Dr. Joe retreat - our first. Less than an hour from our hotel, I discovered The Wild Animal Sanctuary in Keenesburg, Colorado: “a 33,000-acre refuge specializing in the rescue of large predators who had been mistreated, abandoned, or would otherwise be euthanized.”
And there were White Lions there.
Dr. Joe holds retreats all over the world. Yet I had chosen this one, at this time and in this place.
At the Sanctuary, I walked nearly three miles of elevated pathways in significant physical pain. I was distracted by visitors treating the place like a zoo - chatting loudly, expecting guaranteed sightings. Did I see White Lions that day? I don’t honestly know. But I did see white tigers, and many tawny lions. Enough to feel something stirring just beneath the surface.
Back at the retreat, I was chosen to be a “Healee” - one of the lucky ones who receives healings in small groups. Somehow Dr. Joe made a lavish hotel’s ballroom feel like an intimate, holy space. During those sessions, and throughout the long days of lectures and meditations, the Lions returned to me in visions.
A great male Lion appeared.
He opened his mouth, and I crawled inside him.
A female followed.
Then young ones.
Pride became presence.
They visited again and again - sometimes on me, sometimes beneath me, sometimes surrounding me. Over time, I noticed something else.
They were no longer cubs.
They were adolescents now.
What’s even more incredible is that many of the Healers saw them, too, giving me assurance that I wasn’t losing my mind!
I knew.
After the retreat, the rest of the summer blurred into nonstop travel motion - Iceland, Denmark, delayed celebrations for Greg’s birthday. Visiting family. Finding the house I fell in love with, only to have it vetoed and taken away in an instant. Waterways and volcanoes. Bicycles in cities where it’s safe to swim in the harbor.
I wasn’t drinking. I wasn’t smoking - not even weed. No magic mushrooms, nothing hallucinogenic. I didn’t need anything because everything was already heightened, almost too vivid. I could barely catch up with myself.
Returning to Nashville brought a much-needed landing. Regular daily meditations again. Ongoing physical pain. Long-distance doctors who didn’t quite understand me. Friendships I thought would be life-long ended with surprising swiftness.
Life continued, and sometimes it even made sense.
But one thing was unmistakable.
I knew I had to return to the Wild Animal Sanctuary.
And when the opportunity came, I said Yes.
Yes, yes.
For more information about Diana Summerland’s work with The Merlin, visit this beautiful website. It may resonate with you:
http://themerlinspeaks.com/
My friend/big sister Janice does incredible Body work online and in person: https://bodydialogues.com/
And if you’re ever in the Denver area, consider visiting:
https://www.wildanimalsanctuary.org/
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Thank you dear Brooke for roaring so strongly and persistently. Our Lionheart community (and well beyond) is so blessed to have your open channel to White Lions moving us forward. Such a magnificent gift you are!
Amazing.