A PROPHETIC VISION: Of the reality, we are creating!!
This article is about a Prophetic Vision that happened to me in 2004, of times, gone by and times to come…finding the pieces and fitting them together to create the awareness of a timely opportunity has been an amazing adventure. At that time I was as yet not fully aware of the 2012 Mayan prediction; this came after my visit to Mexico, the Yucatan Peninsula and the Mayan past there!
A wondrous human gift, while some might call it an affliction, is our capacity for reflection on the past. They say hindsight has 20/20 vision and indeed we can look back and feel into, know and come to
For a very long time now, since the decade in which the Harmonic Convergence woke me up, I have felt a coming event, an urgency; a time to press the pause button in my life so that I could stop to reflect. What is it within me, causing what is around me to happen? How do I manifest my reality? I have been so-called cleaning out the closet as if my life depended on it, only to find out it truly does.
In 2004 sailing in the Caribbean Ocean aboard the Zuiderdam, a Holland America Cruise ship liner, I was on board for the inaugural Spiritual Cinema Circle’s festival. 300 odd spiritually inclined beings sharing the joy of watching film offerings that come from the soul! It was indeed a delight. On the day we were to land at St Thomas in the Virgin Islands of the Bahamas, I attended a meditational circle in the Crows Nest. A beautiful woman was chanting in what she called the mother-tongue; earth goddess speaking to us in tones. While sitting in this circle her song took me into a trance-like state where I enjoyed a vision of such powerful and detailed precision it took my breath away. In the previous week, I had visited the Yucatan peninsula; home of the Mayan civilisations and toured the ruins of their homes and pyramids at Chichen Itza.
My trance vision began with me standing on top of a pyramid. It felt like I was royal, very noble and a woman of great power. However, as I looked down at my people and saw mistrust, violence, man against man; people squabbling, fighting, killing and dishonouring one another. I felt weak with impotence, unable to affect my surroundings, I could feel myself “give up” in disgust, sensing the senselessness and desiring that I be taken from this awful situation. The ground opened up beneath me and I was furnished with a spiral staircase on which I descended. Down and down I went, deeper and deeper, it was dark and cold as I descended and then I felt myself “merely” exist; hibernate within a void of dark nothingness for what seemed to me like many dark ages, centuries.
After a very long time had passed, in the distance, I heard this beautiful mother tongue voice calling me; I followed the sound and began to climb the same spiral steps I had come down so long ago. I reached the light at the top and upon climbing out I saw that waters had risen and washed the land clean, they were still rising and all that had been before was gone. I could see that it had been a long time. I moved towards the water’s edge and a dolphin came to the shore and bid me climb on its back which I did. It carried me away over the beautiful waters on which the sun’s rays glistened and warmed my heart as I reconnected with my surroundings.
As we departed the shores I felt the water receding; it was time for the lands to reappear. We arrived at this island and I could see that everything on it had been destroyed by fire, what remained was just charcoal and debris. We waited for the cooling of the land to come to pass and then the dolphin deposited me on the island. As I walked ashore I realised I was pregnant and there and then gave birth to a boy. He could walk straight away and I called him Thomas. I looked at him and knew he would begin again the task of creating a new life here where all from the past had been erased. He would be the phoenix rising from the ashes. I walked back to the water and sat atop this beautiful dolphin that had brought me here and we swam away. In my heart, I had this knowing that life again was full of hope as is always the case when the old passes away and the new is born.
Moments later I opened my eyes to see myself still in this circle of people. A while later the ship’s evacuation exercise practice session was called into action as the fire alarms went off. We prepared to practice our evacuation procedures and then later I discovered that the patron saint of the Island onto which we were disembarking was St Ursula, my namesake. I was amazed by this wondrous vision and it has been “on my mind” for quite some time. On return to Australia, the very first movie I saw was “Apoc
Stay tuned for part two.
Dear White Lotus, in all honesty I did have to google in order to undestand exactly what you mean by Cymatics…..which hasn’t been a particular area of interest to me, but reading up on it I understand the theory and practise of it and yes it does make sense….The generic term for this field of science is the study of “modal phenomena” retitled Cymatics by Hans Jenny, a Swiss medical doctor and a pioneer in this field. The word Cymatics derives from the Greek ‘kuma’ meaning ‘billow’ or ‘wave,’ to describe the periodic effects that sound and vibration has on matter. Put more simply, sand on glass will form images and patterns according to the sounds the glass emits. I know that Timberwolf has written a number of articles on this topic, including Cymatics – Sacred Geometry – DNA.
Of course my interest within it is the knowing that whatever Vibrational Resonance we express does indeed mold matter into form which then IS our reality…..and we have to live it……..funny you should mention it but yes I do have a vertical, well it is somewhat askew in that it ain’t quite vertical, but near enough, nevertheless a line is there, strong and distinct, does that qualify?? I am O, Rh negative…so I measure up in that regard but sorry I don’t know the secret word in Euskara but my grandmother who was a proficient linguist spoke Basque, I visited the region recently and spent some time in Spain and Franc crossing through that region, but nevertheless I dont know the particular word, so maybe according to your specfications I measure up on some but not on others so maybe I am partly connected, but not fully!!! And that does make sense to me.
I know for myself that while it is delightful to beleive one could be automatically connected by some stroke of luck or lightening bolt from above, the truth in my world is that it takes years and years of sifting through old patterns imbibed from the old paradigm to gradually transfer from the past to the present……….well yes….beam me up scotty is an alternative way to leave this mortal soil/coil and live immediate spiritual ascendance but it does not preclude the need to return and modulate one’s very very human personality…which needs to be whittled away, issue by issue…..and every beautiful painful moment we connect with becomes the path of opening to the light in a way that we can manifest in our here and now reality!! That is my way!!
There’s a quote in a song of Leonard Cohen that I love that speaks of how the light comes in where the cracks appear and my particular interest is helping people to open their minds to the notion that where they feel, see and sense the cracks in their psyche, that will be where the light shines most brightly. I do not feel I am going anywhere on the 21/12/12……hopefully by then if my own personal clearing and cleansing of that which limits my understanding continues and intensifies as it has to date, I will be ready willing and able to embrace the quickening of energy that supports me creating my reality as I choose it for me AND I will survive easily and gracefully as that buffer zone between thought and manifestation that has protected us from our own thoughts is gradually whittled away………… I wish all others god-speed so to speak in their own journey….my g o d is Guided Omnipotent Divinity….not the GOD most know or believe in.
Thankyou for you entry White Lotus and as the lotus flower blossoms it’s magnificent beauty out of the ugly dank dirty soil of that which our past has created, I too wish you fabulous deliverance from all that has buried yet nourished you before.
Love and Light Ursula XOXOXO
THE WHITE LOTUS
I UNDERSTAND SOMETHING OF GREAT IMPORTANCE TO YOU.
I ALSO WAS AWAKEN IN 2004 IN THE MONTH OF MARCH ON THE 22ND DAY.
IT IS NOT JUST THE SACRED GEOMETRY THAT IS KEY, THE CYMATIC WAVEFORM PATTERNS VIEWED AND FOUND TO BE AMUSING TO PEOPLE ARE INFACT MARKERS OF FREQUENCIES THAT WILL BRING INTO CYMATIC RESONANCE “LIGHT”. I HAVE THRU THE INNER SPIRIT BEEN INSTRUCTED IN GREAT DETAIL HOW TO CONVERT THE “CLUES” LEFT BY THE ANCIENTS INTO SOMETHING MUCH MORE POWERFULL THAN SAND ON A PLATE.
I CAN BRING LIGHT INTO A MODULATED STATE OF CYMATIC RESONANCE.
LIGHT WHEN BROUGHT INTO CYMATIC RESONANCE WILL OPEN A RIFT, A DOOR, GATE, PORTAL OR WHATEVER YOU WISH TO CALL IT. TIME CAN BE ALTERED IN AND AROUND THE AREA OF THE CYMATIC MODULATION OF LIGHT. I CAN TELL YOU THIS WITH NO FEAR, THE COMPLEXITY IS ENHANCED BY THE SIMPLICITY. A NON CONNECTED ENTITY WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT COMES FROM OUR DNA TEACHERS.
I WAS SHOWN HOW TO DO THIS IN GREAT DETAIL, DURING DAYTIME VISIONS THAT OVERLAPPED THE REALITY SEEN BY MY EYES. I UNDERSTAND AND HAVE SEEN THIS DEVICE IN OPERATION.
I UNDERSTAND THE “WAY” SEEKER.
YOUR SITE WAS FOUND BY ME, AS IF BY DESIGN. I AM SEEKING OTHERS.
IF YOU WISH TO KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU SEEK WARRIOR OF THE EGUN
I AM HERE. I AM A BASQUE. I AM O NEGATIVE. I DRAW FROM THE SAME SOURCE, AND WE AWOKE AT THE SAME TIME. BUT YOU LISTEN NOW:
IT IS G1, NO TIME TO WASTE. I MUST EXIT PRIOR TO 2012.
THIS BASERRIE UNDER A STRANGE EGUN IS DOOMED.
IT IS TIME FOR US TO GO HOME, ARE YOU ONE?
I WILL NOT REPLY TO YOU UNLESS YOU KNOW A SPECIAL WORD IN EUSKARA. IF YOUR TRUELY CONNECTED AS YOU CLAIM THEN YOU WILL KNOW THIS WORD. FEEL YOUR FORHEAD, I BET YOU HAVE A VERTICAL
RIDGE RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE. DO YOUR EYES CHANGE COLORS?
A DIRECT CONNECTOR, BORN IN MARCH OF 1967 ON THE 22ND DAY.
THE WHITE LOTUS
Thank you for your comment. This article was written by a guest author named Ursula. I’m sure she, like I, have found great understanding in the comment you have left.