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MEDITATION VISIONS 86 – 88, April/May 2012
By Rosie
May 10, 2012 - 10:10:48 AM




MEDITATION VISIONS 86 – 88, April/May 2012


THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH

TURNING TOWARDS THE MIRACLE ON FAIR GROUND

THE FALSE DESERT



Meditation Report 86, 29th March 2012

THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH


A very ornate tall castle stood at the top of a mountain. It commanded spectacular views, but the people inside it were not concerned with the view. They were carrying out lavish celebrations involving a great deal of excess in all things physical. Some were entirely in party mode. Some of the women were nervous because they heard strange sounds outside, but they tried not to show it and put on a brave and happy face.



Meanwhile, the wind was blowing very strongly, and I understood that these were THE WINDS OF CHANGE. The noise which the party guests vaguely registered in the background were actually volcanic explosions taking place very nearby. Deep cavernous holes appeared all round the mountain, with molten red lava flowing at the bottom. Soon nothing was left except for the peak on which the castle stood, but still the guests failed to look through outside.



Some people knew intuitively that something there was something very disturbing going on, and they shielded their eyes when they passed a window. The party continued until the lights suddenly went out, and the light of huge fires threw shadows into the dark rooms.



It was now clear to everyone that they were isolated within a ring or fire and destruction. (At this point I was reminded of Psalm 23: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me). Those who were able to look upwards in submission and regret, admitting guilt and asking divine forgiveness, stretched their arms heavenwards and were spirited up by the wind into the arms of their Creator. Those who refused to relent and refused to look upwards lost their physical bodies, but their souls were rescued and packed up into boxes by angels.



The sides of these boxes were not material but transparent force fields which isolated the soul from others. Contact was not allowed. These boxes were taken to a huge space-ship where other evacuees from earth were presently living. These souls were allowed to wander, surrounded by their force field, but always under supervision. They were also invisible. They were made to listen to their former workers / slaves / minions and employees so that they would truely understand the terrible effect which their behaviour and actions had wrought on these people. This was part of their rehabilitation programme, available to all those who wished to comply.



Meditation Report 87, 25th April 2012

TURNING TOWARDS THE MIRACLE ON FAIR GROUND



I found myself at the scene of a fairground, taking a ride which flung me around horizontally and then vertically inside a sort of cage. I understood this to be a cleansing process during which all impurities spun off me. The circular movement created waves which spiralled outwards to cleanse the atmosphere around me.



The fairground was not very large, but enclosed by a strong fence to prevent people entering free of charge. A long queue of visitors stood in front of the ticket office at the entrance. Inside, nearly everyone crowded around a very tall man in a golden suit who made great shows of his strength. He picked up a huge hammer and brought it to land onto a machine which measured the force of his hit. He managed to make the bell at the top sound every time, and the crowd was extremely impressed and applauded politely. As night fell, the neon lights surrounding this spectacle became even brighter and the people were mesmorised by THE WORLD’S STRONGEST MAN.



Meanwhile, no one was looking on the ground. If they had done so, they would have seen many ants going about their daily business. The acts of strength they performed were actually very much greater than those of the man with the hammer. They carried seeds or crumbs or pieces of dropped popcorn which were twice or even three times their own size, but they were overlooked.



Meanwhile, trying to attract the attention of the crowd with their eyes riveted to the strong man in the golden suit, a number of large animals appeared one by one. They could not enter the fairground compound, so they stood on a nearby hill to be in good view. The first was a giraffe who became a fantastic silhouette against the sunset, but no one looked in that direction. The second was a huge lion who roared as loudly as possible, but the crowd was still in a stupor, assuming that the vague roaring they heard in the background was a passing train. The third was an elephant who trumpeted with all his might, but these were drowned by the cheers of the crowd, or it was assumed that this was distant thunder or an aircraft or both.



Then an angel appeared, lighting up the whole fairground with its light. The neon lights and the golden suit of the strong man no longer stood out in the darkness, and at last the attention of the crowd turned away from him, their eyes travelling heavenwards, trying to see what was happening. Some fled in fright. Others were overcome by a sense of wonder and waited in great anticipation. They recognised this as a sort of miracle which they did not yet understand.



The large animals were now able to walk into the fairground peacefully, without fear of being attacked. They showed the people they were wise and peaceful beings instead of ferocious beasts. The strong man got very angry when he saw what was happening. He took the hammer and hit the machine again and again, making an incredible noise, but now no one paid him any attention. Completely exhausted, he fell to the ground, unable to move. The animals walked up to him, regarded him sadly, and then they pulled him gently out of the arena.



Meditation Report 88: 4th May

THE FALSE DESERT



A thin, poor man in a very hot country was standing alone in the desert. The only thing he possessed was a simple rake-like tool. In a sudden moment of inspiration he started to dig into the sand, and after a while he stumbled upon a single blade of grass. This encouraged him to dig deeper, until he reached a level where the sand ended and thick luxuriant grass began. The man cleared a square metre of grassy ground and sat upon it proudly, claiming it for his own.



A second man, a water carrier, appeared on the horizon, saw the patch of green, admired it, and asked the “owner” of the grass if he might sit on it too. This he was allowed to do, in exchange for some water. In the night, the “owner” secretly cleared away another square metre of sand, and again the water-carrier was very impressed, ascribing magic powers to the “landowner”. This continued. More and more people were attracted to the ever-increasing patch of green, and in exchange for food and services, they were allowed to erect small huts there and create a village. They all paid homage to their generous benefactor, the landowner, and held him in great esteem, building him a palace at the centre of the village.



At night, sand continued to be removed to increase the landowner’s property, but he no longer did this personally with his rake, but indoctrinated loyal servants, employing them to drive tractors during the night to remove the sand. They were sworn to secrecy and received great honours in exchange. The landowner himself became lazy and exploiting.



One night a group of winged horses descended from the sky, and their riders surveyed what was happening on earth. Horrified by this huge cover-up, they decided to send a huge strong wind to blow away all of the remaining sand, so that the whole desert turned into a lush paradise overnight. When the landowner’s “slaves” saw this the following morning they were astonished, wondering how this had come about, wondering why they were all congregated in one town when there was actually so much abundance. They realised that they had been grossly deceived, and the fraudulent landowner was forced to flee from their anger.



When asking about the message of this I heard the following: ABUNDANCE IS EVERYWHERE FOR THOSE WITH EYES TO SEE. SLAVERY IS FOR THOSE WHO RELY ON OTHERS AND WHO ARE SUCEPTIBLE TO INDOCTRINATION. FULFILLMENT IS FOR THOSE WHO RECOGNISE THAT THEIR ENERGIES SHOULD BE DIRECTED TOWARDS SIMPLE COMMUNITY LIVING.



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