08-15-2010, 07:28 AM
Dear Brothers and Sisters. The following story was sent to me in a dream just a couple of weeks ago whilst on holiday in France. The “Set” and “Setting” were perfect, just good light energies. With the exception of an excellent Trappist beer (Westmalle) no drugs were taken.
The narrative does have a slightly “scary” component that prompted some careful thought before deciding to share this with the forum, so as always please use your discretion as to what resonates. The story is indeed one of doom and gloom, however, viewed in the light of Wisdom may empower us to better understand the unique opportunity that the coming Harvest offers. This is the reason why I would like to share.
Lemuria had been smouldering for days or even weeks. The city taking in most of the valley floor seemed dead. Dusted with a layer of grey ash and lit only by sporadic fires you could not imagine a less hospitable place. Survivors of the last wave had made their way up into the barren natureless hills. No one spoke. The futility of the situation had dampened all remaining spirit. There was nowhere to escape to. Everyone knew that they were doomed.
The Court knew that the Queen had been fighting a losing battle for some time and had been denying the true severity of matters.
The arrival of the Horsemen left them all gutted. They bolted into town with the most incredible display of horsemanship ever witnessed. Physically , excellent “Alpha” males, it was not easy not to be impressed by their presence. The Queen fainted as we all arrived at the court. All Royal Family knew the prophecy and the significance of these events. A list of names was shown, the identity of the horsemen made known before the “party” started. The horsemen appeared to have the most fun, drinking, raping and generally making fun of the Queen and her entourage. Rubbing in the proverbial salt. Each horseman made a speech but nobody listened.
I left the party, deciding to be on the move rather than sticking it out with them.
There was no transport so I walked into the hills. I had managed not to lose my handbag. I felt a little proud of this achievement. After several hours I overtook a couple, arguing, making little progress. They kept close behind me for the rest of the afternoon, but no communication. People had been programmed to communicate only in certain ways. A “normal” discourse being impossible.
I felt saddened that I had failed in my mission to offer Service. My thoughts were with my lovers, family. The unchanging bland scenery and permanent twilight allowed me to enter the dream state and work with Intelligent Energy. I recall a certain “paying of debts” and “settling old issues”.
People were resting. Looking back at the burning city.
Suddenly I remembered something about “The Game”. There are a few “cheats”.
There was hardly any time left. I fumbled around in my bag looking for the communicator device. It worked! I could sent just one message. I knew I must choose wisely. I sent the message.
Minutes before the detonation you could sense the “fear” in the air.
It’s funny because I remember thinking “duck and cover” and how futile that was, before jumping off the side of the path into a ditch. And then it happened. The flash in the sky that I had “seen” time after time. There was no fear, for I knew of the One Creator, the continuity of consciousness and that whatever happened, that all would be well.
The narrative does have a slightly “scary” component that prompted some careful thought before deciding to share this with the forum, so as always please use your discretion as to what resonates. The story is indeed one of doom and gloom, however, viewed in the light of Wisdom may empower us to better understand the unique opportunity that the coming Harvest offers. This is the reason why I would like to share.
Lemuria had been smouldering for days or even weeks. The city taking in most of the valley floor seemed dead. Dusted with a layer of grey ash and lit only by sporadic fires you could not imagine a less hospitable place. Survivors of the last wave had made their way up into the barren natureless hills. No one spoke. The futility of the situation had dampened all remaining spirit. There was nowhere to escape to. Everyone knew that they were doomed.
The Court knew that the Queen had been fighting a losing battle for some time and had been denying the true severity of matters.
The arrival of the Horsemen left them all gutted. They bolted into town with the most incredible display of horsemanship ever witnessed. Physically , excellent “Alpha” males, it was not easy not to be impressed by their presence. The Queen fainted as we all arrived at the court. All Royal Family knew the prophecy and the significance of these events. A list of names was shown, the identity of the horsemen made known before the “party” started. The horsemen appeared to have the most fun, drinking, raping and generally making fun of the Queen and her entourage. Rubbing in the proverbial salt. Each horseman made a speech but nobody listened.
I left the party, deciding to be on the move rather than sticking it out with them.
There was no transport so I walked into the hills. I had managed not to lose my handbag. I felt a little proud of this achievement. After several hours I overtook a couple, arguing, making little progress. They kept close behind me for the rest of the afternoon, but no communication. People had been programmed to communicate only in certain ways. A “normal” discourse being impossible.
I felt saddened that I had failed in my mission to offer Service. My thoughts were with my lovers, family. The unchanging bland scenery and permanent twilight allowed me to enter the dream state and work with Intelligent Energy. I recall a certain “paying of debts” and “settling old issues”.
People were resting. Looking back at the burning city.
Suddenly I remembered something about “The Game”. There are a few “cheats”.
There was hardly any time left. I fumbled around in my bag looking for the communicator device. It worked! I could sent just one message. I knew I must choose wisely. I sent the message.
Minutes before the detonation you could sense the “fear” in the air.
It’s funny because I remember thinking “duck and cover” and how futile that was, before jumping off the side of the path into a ditch. And then it happened. The flash in the sky that I had “seen” time after time. There was no fear, for I knew of the One Creator, the continuity of consciousness and that whatever happened, that all would be well.
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