Meditation Visions 68-70, February 2012
DISINTEGRATION OF THE WALL
THE SHIPWRECK AND THE BIRTH OF THE GREEN TORUSES
LIFE IN DARKNESS AND DARKNESS GIVES LIFE
Meditation Report 68, 27th January 2012
DISINTEGRATION OF THE WALL
After connecting up with our Creator and sending a beam of love and light through me to the core of the earth and back again, (a circuit circulating automatically and as quickly as possible), I visualised a crystal ball in front of my third eye (through which I invite clarity and objectivity) but this was not possible because two snakes were writhing over the ball. They were trying to disturb my vision. I turned around, taking the ball with me, but they clung onto it and followed my movements. The only way I could get rid of them was to divide myself in two, leaving the snakes with one part of myself so that the other part was free to continue (this echoes my present feeling of living in two worlds, one of clarity and one under a present veil of forgetfulness and third dimension density)
I was cleansed by swimming through a tunnel of very clear green sea-water, and at the end of the tunnel I found myself in the sky with a great many other “observers”. We were watching the actions of people in a town on earth. Some were walking down the street, some were sitting in hovels. Some were baking bread. Some were in conflict. Some were completely numb and hardly did anything except what they were told.
On the other side of the town, other malignant observers were also watching from the heavens. They had thousands of microphones hanging in the air to catch what was going on. We also were straining all our senses to see what would be the outcome of the fate of those below. We could pick up vibrations in our own way telepathically, without microphones.
The moment was one of great poignancy, and all observers knew that, although those below did not have any idea of this. They played out their scenes while we all looked on anxiously. We knew that the resolution DEPENDED ON THEIR DECISIONS, and that while we had important roles to play later, it was up to the collective to act as catalyst. There was a sort of magnetic field or wall separating the “dark” observers from the “light” observers, and I understood that when the townsfolk had resolved all their problems and had realised the great deceptions they had been involved in, this wall would disintegrate.
Meditation Report 69, 31st January 2012
THE SHIPWRECK AND THE BIRTH OF THE GREEN TORUSES
I sat in a chair in front of a window, with the sun streaming in onto my face, and I was put through an inner preliminary cleaning procedure initiated by the sun. Liquid yellow sun poured over me and spread throughout the room, carrying with it all the impure particles it encountered on the way. When the liquid sun had drained away, everything was coloured a very vivid green.
After connecting up with the core of our beloved earth, I expressed my wish to connect with ALL LIGHTWORKERS WORLDWIDE at the same time, and threads of green light started emitting from my crown chakra, splaying out to all sides like a fountain. After passing through the bodies of others working for the light, in whatever capacity, the threads of light returned to my feet and travelled up together through my body so that I was the CENTRE of a torus shape. There were many other people who looked like green toruses too – the size of the torus being dependent on the amount of energy sent out, and the number of people receiving that in a positive way.
Then I suddenly say a large military ship rocking in huge waves. The waves certainly exerted a large force, but still the rocking seemed unnatural, as if influenced by another source. I became aware that there was an invisible submarine with very advanced technology right underneath the ship, and that it had the ship in a magnetic grip. The submarine moved towards the shore, taking the ship with it. Thus the ship’s crew was forced to land on unfamiliar ground. It was an island where many people holidayed on the beach.
When the inhabitants saw this strange sight of a huge military ship stranded on the shore, alarm bells started to ring in their heads. They started to question what this ship’s intentions were and what it was doing in foreign waters. Some of the more active islanders started to sound the alarm, investigate and spread the news, and these people soon glowed green and were the centre of a torus too, and their toruses grew as they gained in momentum, spreading their truth.
Meditation Report 70, 3rd February 2012
LIFE IN DARKNESS AND DARKNESS GIVES LIFE
During meditation, after sending my love to the earth, I saw in my mind’s eye a woman sitting on a plain wooden chair in the middle of the desert. Her gaze was fixed on the very dry sand, watching intently for any sign of life, scouring every inch to see if the little shoots had popped their heads above ground.
She knew that the sand contained seeds, because she had the vague memory of sewing them there herself. Now she was rather despondent because she could see no concrete result, although she KNEW in her subconscious that the seeds had potential, and that they must be developing a root system underground, beyond her present sight.
To counteract her despondency, she tore her eyes away from the desert and looked upwards to gain another perspective. There, in the very far distance, she saw a number of dark clouds on the horizon. This was a catalyst inside her, releasing joyous anticipation. She now knew beyond a shadow of doubt that rain was on its way, and that she would witness the growth of the seeds herself.
The shadow of doubt only returned when she again turned to prolonged and studied contemplation of the dry desert where there was nothing to be seen to the naked eye. The woman learnt not to direct her gaze in that direction too long, but to look at the horizon at frequent intervals, and so she was able to keep her mental balance and focus during that very long period of time during which the black clouds very slowly drifted towards her.
The arrival of flocks of birds on the parched soil, some white and some black, consolidated the woman’s memory that she had indeed sewn seeds there in the very distant past. The birds tried to find the seeds, and squabbled among themselves, but they did not find them because they were so deep below the surface.
The inevitable happened. The rain began to fall, and the seeds grew rapidly into seedlings, then plants, then bushes laden with flowers and fruit, as they were programmed to do. The chair the woman was sitting on started to sink into the rain-soaked ground, and thus she realised that it was time to move on. She carried the chair through the lush field she had created and entered another desert. Here, she dug deep holes and put a seed in each one. Then she sat down on her chair, and she wondered – in view of her last experience – what would happen this time.
After contemplation she realised that this was not a question of “wait and see” but the result of her own actions and expectations, and she was filled with the knowledge and joy of her own creativity. She realised that she did not need to stay on the chair and wait. She realised that the seeds would germinate by themselves WHEN THE TIME WAS RIPE AND WHEN THE CONDITIONS WERE PERFECT. A flock of birds came again. This time, all the birds were grey. They no longer fought with each other, just as the girl’s gaze was no longer torn between watching the sand and scouring the horizon. And so she left and continued on her journey, knowing that her energy was no longer needed in that particular area of desert.
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