Meditation Visions 99 – 101, June 2012
THE GROWTH EXPERIMENT
THE SOURCE OF ALL
FINDING THE RIVER OF TRUTH
Meditation Report 99, 13th June 2012
THE GROWTH EXPERIMENT
During the initial cleansing process a number of waves descended as horizontal layers from above and washed over my head, accompanied by the words BE STILL. I felt a wave of stillness, a wave of clarity, and a wave of love which drowned me completely and put me in a state of utter calm and joy.
The scene changed, and now I was one of about twenty meditators holding hands in a circle. Inside the circle were thousands and thousands of tiny distressed people who felt trapped and helpless, not from being surrounded but from the feeling that there was some vital information to which they had no access. It was not possible to contain all the tiny figures inside the circle, so the meditators were inspired to grow so that they could surround them and protect them. The people grew even tinier as a result.
Then the meditators started to send the tiny people strong positive energy and love. With this support, but also due to their own initiative and desire to progress, the little people grew steadily until they actually outgrew the meditators. They discovered that they had grown wings and joyfully they began to fly around like angels.
The meditators were joyful too, collapsing in each others arms from fatigue, glad that their task was finally over, and that it had been completed successfully.
Meditation Report 100, 14th June 2012
THE SOURCE OF ALL
While lying down with my eyes closed, I suddenly felt a very strong burning sensation on my face. It was the sun which had just appeared with full intensity from behind a cloud. My skin turned from pink to red, to lighter and then darker shades of brown. In the end it was black and began to crack and peel away in dry flakes, revealing a perfectly white and almost transparent new skin. I knew that I had been radically cleansed, and also that I had become younger, hearkening back to an age of complete innocence.
I now had the mind and body of a five year-old child, playing in a garden. Suddenly I heard a loud crack which startled me, and a seed fell from the heavens, landing at my feet. With great enthusiasm I planted and watered the seed, checking its growth regularly and watering it gently.
A year later, when the seed had already grown into a small, sturdy plant, another seed landed at my feet with the same cracking sound. I planted that too, regarding this as some sort of inexplicable marvel and distant mystery which happened on an annual basis. I tended and loved my charges, and discovered that my friends in nearby gardens were doing the same.
One year, I happened to be looking upwards when I heard the familiar “crack”. This time I realised what was happening and I came into the sudden realisation that ALL SEEDS CAME FROM THE SAME SOURCE. That source was much nearer than I had thought. A huge wisteria plant hung overhead. When the sun was fierce, it dried the seeds pods, putting them under so much pressure that they exploded with force, and the seeds were scattered far and wide in a split second.
I was humbled that a plant of such beauty, with its purple blossoms, and capable of such growth, could be growing so near me. I did not understand why I had not looked upwards before, or why I had not seen it before. I was ashamed not to have realised or acknowledged its presence.
With this new knowledge, I was able to act as a messenger. I walked through all the neighbouring gardens where other children were tending their seedlings, and I told them that they were all children of the SAME SOURCE.
I then found myself in outer space viewing our earth as a purple globe, graced with flowing wisteria trees.
Meditation Report 101: 17th June 2012
FINDING THE RIVER OF TRUTH
Due to a sense of great crisis, a group of riders on horses were riding AS FAST AS POSSIBLE on a very vital mission. They all wore armour and carried spears and banners. Together they formed a very colourful crowd, as they came from many different races and tribes. Even the horses were various surprising shades of colour, apart from the normal black or brown. All together they raced on, leaving clouds of dust and darkness behind them, searching valiantly for the only thing which still interested them – THE RIVER OF TRUTH.
As they travelled, the wide valley they moved through became increasingly narrow and the slopes to the side became steeper, forcing the riders to bunch together more. In addition, they were aware that other riders had joined them on the way, but they did not know exactly who these extra riders were because they were also wearing armour, and visors covered their faces. Their focus remained on the horizon, scanning it for the water that they KNEW must be there, as they KNEW that the valley ended and that the water must descend and become visible soon.
When at last they arrived at the river, weary and thirsty, they stopped and drank of its waters. Almost immediately, they REMEMBERED WHO THEY REALLY WERE – their true selves. Then everyone took off their armour and started to recognise each other from other missions and past lives. Grand reunions took place. Everyone sat and talked about old times, knowing that the veil of forgetfulness had been lifted by their impassioned search for the river of truth. They now knew that they would be working together always.
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