Meditation Visions 77-79, March 2012
THE RED LOVE CARPET
RECLAIMING THE TREE OF HEALING
RAKING THE SOIL FOR ANSWERS
Meditation Report 77, 1st March 2012
THE RED LOVE CARPET
The personal cleansing process which always precedes my meditation took the form of a shower of red liquid pouring over me. It came in such huge quantities that it covered the ground where I stood until all land as far as I could see had turned into a carpet of red. I understood that my body, now also red in colour, had adopted and was emitting the vibrations of love, just like the body of the earth. Previously to this event, the face of the earth had been multi-coloured, with isolated patches of red here and there.
Small sinkholes appeared everywhere in the skin of the earth, and the love vibrations from the carpet poured down them right down to the earth’s core, heating it until it expanded into an huge white molten mass. The birds in the air, as well as the celestials watching from above and on the ground, were aware of this process, and the birds sang loudly. But many of the people on earth did not really notice. They chattered away, continued with their usual routine and had no real idea of what was going on beneath their feet.
Due to stark contrast, anything which failed to transmute to red showed up very clearly. Dark areas which responded well to the love vibrations changed colours at varying paces, merging with the whole. Those which remained were stubborn black blobs, like burnt shrubs amidst burgeoning poppy fields if viewed from above.
And indeed they were viewed from above by a host of mighty eagles with extremely good eyesight which scoured every piece of land for these dark elements. When they found one, the eagles swooped down, clutched it in one claw and dropped it into a net carried by the other foot. Nothing escaped their eye, and I realised that these eagles were a part of our Creator saying “Do not worry: nothing escapes my eye which is everywhere and all-pervading. Be assured that nothing can be “overlooked” “.
When the contents of the nets were emptied, far away somewhere on the coastline of an isolated island, it became clear that these dark blobs were actually people wearing black cloaks. Their skin was also a faded red, but the cloaks prevented the new energy from reviving them. They were invited to walk along a long red carpet, which they did with great reluctance and a lot of persuasion, and when they reached the door of a large building, they were asked to remove their cloaks.
Most refused. They were ushered in one direction. Those who complied were ushered into a different direction. Both groups were always accompanied by angels. It was clear that both parties were going through a series of courts. Those relinquishing their cloaks were pleading guilty and would be treated more leniently. Those insisting on wearing their cloaks to the bitter end pleaded innocent – if they said anything at all – and were treated with severity. Justice was meted out in accordance with the crime, tempered by the degree of genuine remorse.
Meditation Report 78, 4th March 2012
RECLAIMING THE TREE OF HEALING
I went through a cleansing ceremony during which a white silk veil fell over me, closing together under my feet so that I was inside a sack. Very slowly it was pulled downwards through my body as if sieving out impurities and taking them away.
The image of absolute purity was continued with the image of a tree without leaves. Silver bells hung from every branch, emitting heavenly music. The tree attracted people from all walks of life, and when they heard the music or touched the bark of the tree, they fell into ecstasy. They loved the high vibration or tingling feeling which swept through their bodies.
However, visitors to the tree included those with hardened hearts and desire for power. They noted the effect that the tree exerted, but they went to other places and other people and said that the tree was a fraud, and that they were unaffected. Thus they spread lies across the land.
To stop people from approaching the tree for its healing effect, the men in power issued an order that the tree required extra protection and should be surrounded by a fence. People accepted this as they indeed loved the tree and did not want it to be hurt. It remained a place of great pilgrimage, and because of the many visitors, more and more fences were ordered, again to protect the tree.
When the men in power saw that the number of pilgrims to the tree did not diminish, despite being enclosed and despite its diminished effect, they decided that a wall should be built. This wall was so high that no one could see over it. But the visitors could still hear the very faint ringing of the tree’s silver bells. One visitor decided to bring a ladder to the wall so that he could see over it. In time, this was duly noticed, and the men on power decided on a final measure: to place guards all along the outside perimeter of the wall. The guards were chosen from faraway places, and some had never even head about the tree. They certainly had no idea of what they were guarding. They simply followed their orders. And as time passed, all memories of the tree faded, except in the minds of a few of the older generation.
One young man learned about the tree from an older member of the family and wondered whether it still existed. His common sense told him that there must be something very important beyond the tall brick wall because it was being guarded so closely (And the soldiers also sometimes wondered what terribly dangerous thing they were guarding). Obsessed by old folk tales about the tree, the man set out to find it. After much secrecy and hardship, he was able to burrow underneath the wall and discover that the tree was still alive, still singing, still capable of healing its visitors.
The man revealed his discovery to close friends, who again related it to a close circle of friends, and thus a message spread rapidly through the land, from one trusted mouth to another, and they secretly rejoiced, simultaneously devastated by the degree of oppression to which they and the tree had been subjected. This was like the turning of a tide. The more widely the news spread and the more people bonded on a spiritual and energetic level with the tree (which was still hidden behind the wall), the louder the silver bells on the tree sang. Ultimately, the music was so intense, and the connection to the tree so strong, that the surrounding walls began to crumble. The guards became afraid and ran away, and everyone else climbed over the ruins to reclaim their spiritual heritage. Those elderly people who had always carried the memory of the tree in their hearts smiled gently and knowingly. They had never doubted that the tree was still there. But for the younger generation who had never seen the tree before, it was like a fairytale coming true.
Meditation Report 79, 7th March 2012
RAKING THE SOIL FOR ANSWERS
A great number of despairing farmers and labourers gathered in their fields to discuss why their crop had failed. They decided to carry out extensive investigation into the soil to see whether it contained anything which prevented growth, and so they got out their rakes and tilled the soil. As they worked, one rake struck something hard, and they uncovered a human skull. They more they searched and the more diligently they combed their land, the more vestiges of war and violence greeted their eyes. They were confronted with bones, armour, bullets and carnage of all descriptions.
Now the farmers were even more devastated than before. They understood that they themselves were the cause of crop failure. They had failed to cleanse the fields and their consciences. The land was burdened by an unrecognised past and misplaced justice. With this realisation, the farmers crumbled inwardly and outwardly, cowering on the ground with their heads in their hands, weeping bitter tears, immobilised by grief.
A group of angels dressed in white wandered through the fields. Whenever they discovered a grieving person, they touched him lightly on the shoulder, releasing him from his paralysed state. Now the farmers were able to look skywards, and they saw a strange flying object like an unknown variety of plane. This plane dropped huge parcels from the air. Inside were thousands of seeds. The farmers were overjoyed to discover that they had been given a new chance – a new lease of life.
This time, the farmers did not hurriedly plant the seeds wherever they could in the hope of a large and rapid harvest. Instead they chose the very best location and sifted every grain of soil beforehand. When they eventually planted the seeds, they did so with ceremony and gratitude, in full acknowledgment of the miracle which is growth.
They attended the seed with love and water, and soon the fields were full of tall sun-flowers which provided beauty for the eye and shade for the resting workers. The farmers looked to the sky often in hope of seeing the strange plane again, but instead they saw the migrating birds, and they realised that the birds mirrored their own journey. They came to the realisation that every flap of the wing counts, just as every careful step taken with respect for the well-being of the seeds counts, resulting in a full harvest.
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