Meditation Visions 108 – 110, July 2012
THE STORMING OF THE CASTLE AND THE REBIRTH
THE FALL OF THE BANK
CONSTANT SURVEILLANCE FROM ABOVE
Meditation Report 108, 13th July 2012
THE STORMING OF THE CASTLE AND THE REBIRTH
During the initial cleansing process, all impurities were brushed off my skin by whirling white winds until my skin was soft and almost transparent. Then unseen arms brought black armour which fitted me very closely, and which left no chink through which my lighted aura could escape to the outside world. Moving around and living my life in the “normal” world, no one was aware of my true identity or purpose. It made me feel like a secret agent who was not able to reveal, and who was not even sure of what needed revealing…..
After a while, I became acquainted with other armoured horse riders like myself, and felt united by a joint purpose which became ever clearer. We saw that a great and destructive power held sway over the land, and that it was our duty to disarm it. The dark power was concentrated in a very tall, isolated castle. The only way to penetrate this was to place very long ladders against the walls and climb up, facing whoever it was at the top, lying in wait.
Some of our group decided that this was too dangerous, and that it was suicide to attempt an assault of this nature, saying that the ladders would simply be pushed away. Others were convinced that this was the very last chance we had to save the country from complete oppression, so they started to climb. Miraculously, the ladders were as firm as rock, and the climbers were astonished to see that the rungs had welded themselves to the castle walls, completely eliminating the danger. The climbers supposed that if this miracle was possible, then further miracles awaited them. And indeed, this was so, as the soldiers at the top were immobilised, standing on the ramparts like statues.
Much relieved, the climbers who reached the top took off their armour and started to recognise each other. They realised that they were already friends from past experiences which they could not recall until now. They carried the paralysed dark figures to a central arena which was like a sea of glass, illuminated from below and from above by beams of white light.
The climbers, who were increasing every minute in number, sat around the sea of glass and started to meditate, sending all their love towards the paralysed figures who were their would-be attackers. Bombarded by all this positive energy, the outer armour of these figures began to crack open, but instead of white bodies inside, they were dark and wrinkled. The meditators continued to send love to them, and a number of these beings suddenly fell into convulsions, crying and asking for help, and stretching out their hands towards the surrounding meditators.
The meditators’ hearts melted at such shows or sincere remorse and such deep pain at the realisation of regrettable actions, and they pulled these crying people into their arms and rocked them like babies until they were comforted. Very slowly, these entities actually turned colour, becoming lighter and lighter and smaller and smaller, EXPERIENCING REBIRTH, BECOMING PURE WHITE BABIES WITH INNOCENT SMILES.
Those still on the sea of glass who showed no remorse or emotion, unaffected by the love sent to them, lay twisted on the ground and screamed curses. As they could not respond to the energy sent them, they lost more and more strength, until eventually, they became still. At this point, the meditators realised there was no point in sending more love, and so they stopped. Officials from other planets appeared at the edges of the sea of glass and proceeded towards the collapsed dark entities. They were transported away to another planet to be heard and tried in official courts.
Meditation Report 109, 17th July 2012
THE FALL OF THE BANK
The scene of a busy city centre opened up to me. Many people were milling around, shopping or on business. The bank was an imposing building, several storeys high with many windows, and through the glass front at the bottom it was possible to see queues of customers waiting behind the desk for their turn for attention. Others took money out of the dispensing machines, or paid money in. Everything seemed very clean and efficient, as if completely normal and running smoothly.
However, for me there was something questionable about the whole building. As I moved further and further towards the back of the building to investigate, gaining a new perspective, I was completely shocked to discover that this huge façade was nothing more than a cardboard cutout. The room where customers entered was the only three-dimensional part – like a glass cube.
Behind the façade was a derelict tumbledown building full of broken stairways, unkempt corridors and spider’s webs, populated by clerks in shabby black suits. As soon as any money was paid into the bank, it was immediately seized upon by these boys in the back rooms and distributed to various destinations. They made one frantic telephone call after another.
When a customer wished to take a large sum of money out of the bank, the backroom boys were thrown into great consternation. Many more telephone calls were made to secure the money, and this took a considerable amount of time. Meanwhile, the customer was invited to sit down in the glass cube and drink coffee.
Suddenly tall bright figures appeared in a semi-circle behind the whole building. As the building had no wall at the back, their light penetrated the shadowy premises, and all the clerks fell into fright and tried to hide, but it was no use. The light was so intense that they could not open their eyes for fear of being blinded.
This energy was so strong that it pierced the building and shot out through the windows which faced onto the street. The people looked up with astonishment to see the beams of white light emerging from the windows. Some ran away. Some screamed. Some pretended it had not happened. Others felt that this was some miracle. Some fell onto their knees and prayed.
Some were curious and decided to see where the light came from. As I had done, they started to move round the side of the building. When they reached the back, they saw the tall white figures and recognised them as the source of the light and were so attracted by them that they joined them. They received the gift of light and grew to be a tall shining figure themselves.
When our group of shining figures had become much larger, the light we sent was so intense that it pushed the façade of the building over. The onlookers were astonished to see that it was only made of cardboard after all. And they were equally astounded to see the dirt and corruption behind it. Many were angry, many cried, many sank in despair because they had not realised that they had been so duped. The tall figures took them by the hand and comforted them.
Meditation Report 110, 19th July 2012
CONSTANT SURVEILLANCE FROM ABOVE
A man was riding a bicycle with two wheels at the front and one at the back. In front of the handlebars was a large basket in which I was sitting. I felt cramped and could not see much and strained to look over the edge of the basket. Everything looked pretty normal – people going about their general business in an unrushed and methodical sort of way, but this did not satisfy me. There had to be more to life than this, I thought, and I was possessed by a strange feeling of unease, though nothing in the physical situation around me supported this impression.
The strength of my desire to know more acted as a catalyst. The more clearly I wished and intended to see, the higher the basket went, extended into the air on metal poles, still supported by the bicycle below. From this height I could see many people wandering about, stopping intermittently, then continuing on their path. It seemed like a small enclosed world which was oblivious of anything happening outside of its perimeters.
As my gaze turned to the horizon, however, dark curling and menacing clouds were rolling in from every direction. I was given to understand that a great change in climate and weather and situation would occur, causing great distress but also great enlightenment in our ways of thinking. I was reminded that all communities are under the very watchful eye of our Creator, and that his concern for each individual soul is so great that his watch is never over. Constant surveillance, constant attention to detail, constant awareness of all potentials and possibilities are all simultaneously held in the Divine Mind, powered by unconditional love for all.
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