Meditation Visions 105 – 107, July 2012
THE INEVITABLE HARVEST
ALL SOULS ON EARTH MOVE ON
THE RIVER OF LAVA: ALL WILL BE GOLDEN
Meditation Report 105, 2nd July 2012
THE INEVITABLE HARVEST
An orchard appeared, and I understood this to be symbolic of the earth at the present moment. All the apple trees were of varying stages of growth, and of various ages, but they were all subject to the same weather and the changing seasons. This means that the period of growth and the period of harvesting was the same for all trees, as the cycle had to be completed before the colder weather appeared, making the gathering of fruits impossible due to thick layers of snow, and making harvesting pointless also, as the fruits themselves would be frozen and useless.
Around harvest time, many farmers gathered to collect the harvest. First they saw a diseased tree which looked completely black. Although the fruit it bore looked surprisingly large and luscious, the farmers did not trust this, and they partitioned the black tree off, enclosing it in a fence, so that it should not contaminate the others.
Then they attended to the other trees. First they collected the “windfalls”. These fruits had not had the strength to hold their own against the high winds. Then they picked the ripe apples which were at the exact point of maturity for harvesting. They left the small, unripe apples still on the tree, hoping that they would develop quickly before the onset on winter. Just before the onslaught of colder weather, the farmers knocked down all the remaining apples whether they were ripe or not. All apples were sorted according to size and quality. Some were sold at market, some were made into juice, others were fed to animals. The luscious large fruits on the black tree were destroyed, as was the tree itself, especially the roots, as they were discovered to be poisonous.
I was led to understand that there will be a point where it is HARVESTING TIME FOR EVERYONE, whether they are ready or not, irrespective of their specific knowledge or rate of growth or degree of maturity, because conditions on earth will temporarily be no longer be suited for life. It was clear that there are no exceptions and that there is no escape from this harvesting process.
Meditation Report 106, 6th July 2012
ALL SOULS ON EARTH MOVE ON
As I looked up towards the skies, celestial figures were kneeling on a blanket of cloud – similar to portrayals of angels in religious medieval paintings – and they were pouring golden liquid out of buckets. Underneath, the citizens of earth were going about their daily business. Some of them were in a meditative, reflective and open mood, and their crown chakras – which looked like a hole in the top of their heads – were open. The golden liquid fell into these holes and energised these people, causing them to feel light and joyful and full of gratitude. They were filled with a wonderful deep sense of expansive being and limitless strength, and all emotions seemed to be rushing through them simultaneously without blockage.
As the angels above were actually very busy, pouring golden liquid continuously and diligently in the hope of benefitting ALL PEOPLE ON EARTH, there was more than enough, and it overflowed into the streets like golden rivers. Those whose crown chakras were still closed, and who were not yet able to receive its transformational benefits, stopped in wonder to stare at the golden rivulets at their feet. They considered this to be the result of magic as it had seemingly appeared from nowhere.
The golden liquid benefitted the soil in the same way that it had benefitted the people with open crown chakras: the grass and flowers started to grow so rapidly that the growth was clearly visible to the naked eye. Not only did the plants grow in great profusion, but also to enormous sizes, so that the heads of the marigolds were as big as the heads of the people.
This continued until the earth’s surface was a complete jungle. Those people with open chakras, connected to the divine realms by the golden liquid light, were not unduly affected, as the growing undergrowth did not impinge upon the descending light. These people were always surrounded by a small bright clearing. Having absorbed the light and being part of it, these people found that if they took one step towards the undergrowth, it parted automatically to let them pass. For them, walking was easy.
Others had to force their way through the jungle because they had not accepted or were not aware of the possibility of divine assistance, never having looked upwards towards the heavens, or never having seriously considered the existence of other realms. In the end, however, EVERYONE arrived at a large central clearing, some guided, some arriving by chance, some light-hearted, some almost euphoric, some tired, some distraught, some sad and some angry and defiant.
At the centre of the clearing was a huge glass dome where many travellers were gathered. Important celestials such as Esu, Christ Michael and Siraya were at the centre, teaching and explaining. Many newcomers went straight to sit at their feet, recognising that they had great truths to impart, trying to get as near as possible to them so as to be able to better soak up their words. Once these people became more settled and assured and more emotionally balanced, they moved a little further back to the outward circles of disciples and listeners. When they had fully understood the situation on earth and the changes necessary to redress that unfortunate situation (in addition to the knowledge of their own role in creating and perpetuating it), they left the dome to take on new roles in society on earth or elsewhere.
When they were ready to leave, guides who accompanied them to the next stage of their journey met them outside the dome. I was given to understand that our journey always went through these stages of struggle, recognition, learning and action. Even those who hung back on the edges of the forest in anger and disbelief, choosing not to enter the white domed building, would eventually do so, even if this meant years of waiting in anger or sorrow, and even if this meant many years of fruitless wandering in the thick jungle.
Eventually, when ALL SOULS HAD MOVED ON, the celestials went outside and the glass dome dissolved, as its purpose had been met.
Meditation Report 107, 8th July 2012
THE RIVER OF LAVA: ALL WILL BE GOLDEN
During the initial cleansing ritual, a rotating beam of golden liquid descended from above and entered the crown chakra at the top of my head. It descended very slowly, inch by inch, and twirling blades seem to scatter energised light particles horizontally so that they reached every part of my body.
After a while I realised that I was not the only person being cleansed: I was one of many meditators on the top of a hill, standing in a circle. We were aware of each other but could not see each other because we were all standing inside a huge clay pot without a bottom. Our feet touched the soil. We knew also that a large special pot was positioned at the centre of our circle.
A huge jug poured golden liquid down from the skies. The liquid fell via the large special pot, where it was divided and distributed so that again, it fell into our crown chakras. When our bodies were “full” of the liquid, it began to spill out of our feet and creep under the rim of the pot into the outside world. It rolled slowly but continuously downhill like a river of lava, and many people who saw it ran away in fright.
Other people were very curious, however, and noticed that the lava did not give off any steam. They dared to touch it. It was not hot but pleasantly warm and it filled them with a deep thrill of joy. They rejoiced and bathed themselves in it until they were completely covered. Those souls who touched the lava but were not capable of absorbing its feelings of great joy and compassion, immediately left for new destinations, leaving their earthly bodies behind them, as they recognised that the golden wave was unstoppable.
The golden liquid continued, covering everything in its path, even climbing tall building such as church spires and skyscrapers. It was as if it had a mind of its own and as if it would not rest until ALL WAS GOLDEN. When this task was complete, the huge jug in the heavens stopped pouring out liquid, and the huge pots containing the meditators split open with a loud crack. The people heard this and climbed the hill to see the meditators looking dazed and tired, surrounded by clay shards. Slowly the liquid covered them also and they regained their energy and started to recognise and greet each other with great joy.
Then the special central pot broke to reveal our Creator, Christ Michael, who had been the main and unseen distributer of golden liquid. He took off a long white robe, and it was clear that he was already golden, so the liquid did not need to cover him.
As far as the people were concerned, all previous differences in features, size and clothing were now softened and almost eradicated by the constant golden hue. They now saw each other as souls instead of representatives of different races, classes or sexes. A feeling of joyful brotherhood and sisterhood ensued.
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