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Meditation
Visions 59 - 61, November 2011
EARTH
IS A LIVING BEING
THE
LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
BLOWING THE GOLDEN WIND OF CHANGE
Meditation
Report 59
EARTH
IS A LIVING BEING
In
meditative mode I went back into the past. I saw myself realising for the first
time that our earth is a sentient being, with feelings of love and fear like my
own. I buried my head in my hands, for her pain was my pain – the holes bored
into her skin, the poison poured into her veins, the toxic air she breathed, the
dangerous waste she was forced to process, the sores festering on her surface,
the destruction caused by blasts in her innards, the excavation of her
treasures, the rupturing of her organs.
Then
I saw a vision for our earth; I was walking on her green ferns, her lush
undergrowth, and the cells on the soles of my feet were singing a song which
vibrated the ground beneath. Each step was a prayer, a gift given and received,
a duet between the surfaces which met and the breath which mingled. My hand
embraced a branch to become one: cells greeted one another, exchanging and
transforming as a result of the encounter.
My
face touched the face of the earth in mutual caress, each cell whispering love
and receiving love’s whispers. My breath met her breath – the wind – to sing
exquisite harmonies. Earth’s coloured petals delighted my senses, and I
delighted the earth with my light floating movements, every touch a kiss and a
blessing. I ran endlessly over grass which rose eagerly to meet me. The ground
was free to breathe through every pore, soaking up all light and gratitude and
admiration and adoration, inspiring her to produce abundance for herself and for
grateful givers who grant her peace, grace, quietness, rest and
repose.
May
we all be blessed with a divine relationship to our Mother Earth who serves and
supports us until her strength is spent, until her resources are exploited,
until her desire to ascend towards her Creator takes precedence over her
children. May her sacrifices and long wait be honoured.
Meditation
Report 60, 7th
November 2011
THE
LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
Following
the meditation directive to bring love and energy to the earth’s surface, I was
given to understand that this also meant BRINGING OURSELVES TO THE SURFACE and
OUT INTO THE OPEN, realising past limitations and future potential. This was
indicated by the following scene.
I
saw myself as a small person walking down a very long dark and cramped
underground tunnel with a hammer and a lantern in my hands. I knocked on the
walls with the hammer at regular intervals to orientate myself and to see
whether the walls sounded solid or hollow. I also looked for a pointer – a
possible way out. All the time, something was spuring me on in my search – an
imprint of a circle of light on my retina, as if I had looked at something very
bright for too long. The image remained with me, though I had no definite memory
of the orignal.
Eventually
I reached the end of the tunnel and climbed up to the surface of the earth. I
was greeted by huge people with transparent skin. The light of day nearly
blinded me. The people treated me graciously, and I was struck by their wisdom
and grace. It was only then that I realised my own awkward movements and stunted
growth. When I was able to look into the sky, I saw the sun and realised that
this was the origin of the image on my retina which had inspired me to keep
going for so long during my period of darkness. The longer I spent above ground,
the more I grew and lost my former features, interacting with the large people,
and in the end I was one of them, having undergone complete transformation,
having grown in mind and body.
Together
we pulled a sort of transparent skin just above the surface of the planet, and
another layer was positioned below so that the crust lay isolated in a sort of
buffer zone where it was simultaneously protected and contained, meaning that
this buffer belt assisted equalisation processes, spreading and dispersing large
waves of energy so that they did not get stuck in just one place. Pressure in
the form of lava from the core was also distributed more evenly, and pressure
from spaceships pushing down on the buffer zone helped to contain and diffuse
heavy movements of the crust. Our earth was very nervous, but happy to receive
this assistance.
Meditation Report 61, 10th November
2011
BLOWING THE GOLDEN WIND OF CHANGE
Groups of people in long, old-fashioned cloaks and dresses were
walking calmly together in pairs or in families in a park. However, although
everything was tranquil on the surface, appearances were deceiving. I was one of
those strolling ladies, outwardly composed and inwardly agitated. I wanted to
know more clearly how to help the earth in her transformation – how to bring
energy to her surface and just below, as directed. Just walking around, trying
to energise the soil through my feet, did not seem to be
working.
In the course of walking, I came upon a large pond where flying fish
kept popping up for air. I thought that some action could be taken by the fish,
and I asked them to send energy to the earth vie water in the oceans, but the
fish did not really understand what I was talking about. They swam around rather
hopelessly and helplessly, not able to go beyond the boundaries of the pond, and
they were astonished that anyone should ask them to do so.
It was then that I realised that I MYSELF had to take a stand and
become more active. Still wearing my long robes, I stood with my arms stretched
up to the sky, and celestial beings took hold of my hands and drew me up towards
a cloud-like mass. There I lay on my stomach together with many others, blowing
the golden wind of change through my mouth. It landed on the vegetation below
like a golden shroud. It was so fine that it was able to penetrate the soil and
descend a short distance. All the land was covered in this
way.
When the fish saw the golden shroud lying around their pond, they
realised that this was part of what I had asked them to do previously. Their
mental recognition and their desire to assist was so powerful that the ground
split, suddenly creating a new river which led from the pond to the sea. The
fish then swam to the oceans to spread their own version of the golden shroud –
a plethora of golden bubbles emitting from their mouths.
These scenes brought me to understand that it is necessary to GO INTO
ACTION, CREATING AN INSPIRING PRECEDENT as opposed to urging others to do
something they cannot understand. Through our own example and leadership, others
will automatically follow.
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