I write a lot of funny essays. Some I’m less willing to share – for reasons which will become obvious. However, given the news as it seems more dire, I think it’s a good time to start. Here’s one that’s come today; it’s pretty cringy.
‘A Vision of Angels’
Just before I decided to retire, I was doing an on-line shamanic healing course with Sandra Ingerman. Led by gentle drumbeat to ‘visit’ our inner garden, I surveyed a landscape that was overgrown with weeds. In the middle stood a tall well-formed stalk of corn with lush beautiful ears. Before I could say or do anything (in my vision), I cut it down. WTF?! The deed was done.
Just like that – I lopped off my garden’s central focus. Symbolically, my source of ‘recognition’ of what I’d cultivated and focused on for years.
What was left resulting in that one lonely cornstalk now lying toppled to earth.
The rest of the place was a messy and disheveled with smaller. weedy plantings. Without focal point, I wondered what else I’d find. As I looked to weeding it, I discovered very little else was thriving, except in the back stood an indistinct ‘tree’ being which was glowing with multicolored bumps of all variety.
It shimmered each branch an individual shapes. Like multiple trees grafted together. I wondered, what might that be ~eventually? I couldn’t quite make it out.
Here I think is an ‘answer’ to what that ‘tree’ is becoming – subject to change of course. In the interim it has ‘grown larger’ and more differentiated.
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Over the last decade, I’ve had visions of councils filled with white gold ‘people forms’, for lack of better description. They seemed angelic. Sometimes they are sitting behind me; other times in front or to a side. I have not heard any words; just that they are there- monitoring.
And too there was an ‘audience’ in the dark- watching me curiously – as I visit a stage they’d readied. Some sit a bit restlessly wondering at my oddit(ies), what I look like or what I might say. Later they opened a path for me to leave in a golden merkaba – like the glassed-in ‘elevator’ in the movie “Willie Wonka”.
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How many trumpets does the angel have to sound – five or seven? Each one heralds a message of l’ove and hope for hu(e)-manity. Elevating collectives, individuals wake up with their singularities-miracles, coincidences, and synchronicities which serve to shift timelines.
With them, so do different layers of hu(e)-man society(ies).
I guess they’d call it a version of Revelation. Just not the one they’re waiting for with fire and brimstone. One-by -one, little-by-little, s/he calls hu(e)-manity. (As Elohim they are both Him and Her. He wills it; She does it).
With fine silver trumpets, each address their bastions of education, medicine, motherhood, Gaia’s collectives, and last of all His and Her Royal Highness(es). Or are there more to come?! Maybe one from the angel themself?
I ‘see’ people falling on their news as they receive news of His proof. In tears. Calling me names.
You are forgiven already.
And know, it’s true- I am all of these, but it ‘takes one to know one’.
we perceive what we understand. so if you see a person, place, or thing as exceptional- it is of you too.
Be assured, you are exactly meant to be as you are. Live life and go on from here and in this moment with your light renewed.
You’re seeing things as they are from a clearer lens. This is a lifting of veils. Life gets better from here now; all is blessing along with Mercury retrogrades and Saturn transits which can suck.
With their angel’s message, lights go on in hearts. Sparked they ignite further as they treat their collectives more kindly.
Unlike fires in the 3D world, these don’t go out once they burn, but get brighter.
Individual manifestations of G-d’s singularities touch ground and are here to stay. Pope Francis led an edge of it, as does the Dalai Lama.
And with ‘6’ degrees of separation, unrelated collectives of ‘enlightened’ will start ‘bumping’ into each other. This furthers bonds like rivers of hope converging.
(Maybe I should make my beaded ring/key tokens – so people can casually self-identify?!- revealing their true colors and personal preferences; better still incorporate their ‘badges’ into the clothes they made and wear.)
As light from collectives intersect, then stories of singularities are shared. Collectives brighten, slowly at first and one-by-one as individual angels share their news.
Manifesting, these become strings and entanglements. Brightening continues. Even the ‘dark’ economies will lighten.
Initially the light isn’t joined neatly like pieces of patchwork coming together- but by the exceptional- “bad” or “good”; want or needs, most often disasters, which forces intersections.
Now can also be united by wants and what each l’oves.
Once they start intersecting over common interests that are healthy and sustaining, that’s secondary confirmation not just hearsay (although for many it may remain that – for a while). WIth secondary confirmation, a sensation feels more like a “truth”.
Brightening furthers then and a veil lifts from the heart.
Until a miracle happens, it still supposed; but everything has its time and place.
A second wave of realization will spread again, but speed up with cumulative increase of passions and l’oves – from both men and wo(e)-man celebrating themselves and their blessings of collective.
More and more will hear of ‘it’ (the Good News) then and so will hearts lighten and lift. Over time this will go ‘supernova’.
Later stories will be told and ballads sung – of how the veil lifted for them and they found their jewels inside. Then light shines from within, not just on top- then there is radiance.
People won’t want to hide anymore. All the veils and heavy layers will be released – or worn only when seasonally appropriate.
(Designers get ready! Start playing with light colors, shapes, and textures.)
All is Inshallah – via Allahu(e)-mah! (All the hues of mothers)
