enfoldedblue
28th August 2012, 23:54
Back in '96 I had a vision in which I saw the infinity symbol. There were two points that moved around the infinity symbol as though it were a track, one point represented male/father energy and the other female/mother. One half of the infinity symbol was the difficult side where we dug through (dark), and the other half was the fun side where we got to enjoy the fruits of the hard work through the dark part (sorry struggling a bit to put 3d words on this). So in essence, in a healthy system both energies move through the infinity sign and have their time in each side.
But what I saw was that a block had been put in place that made it impossible for the mother energy move through the eye of the needle into the light side. She was forced to go round over and over again toiling and digging through the dark, while the male/father energy enjoyed the fruits of her struggle.
When I had this vision I was in an amzingly deep space, and I knew what I sw was VERY important and real...but to most people around me at the time just told me it sounded crazy!
I've decided to share another vision I had around this same thing. THis one I put into a book I was writing so it is in the 3rd person:
In the vision she saw herself chasing a ship that was traveling through a great void. She knew somehow that the ship itself was a conscious being, which existed alone in nothingness. In order to distract itself from its’ solitude, it had divided itself first into two segments, then the two each divided until there were many. Each segment became an individual on the ship.
The individuals expressed themselves as a family that traveled through the dark cosmos projecting dreams that they could lose themselves in. With infinite time on their hands, the dreams they created were not just a source of entertainment and a distraction from the fact that they were forever traveling through an endless void, they were also the most complex of stories that encompassed planets, gods and universes.
Araba knew somehow that this was an ancient story, and felt that it was central to the core of her being.
She also knew that in this moment she was the mother, who long ago had been thrown from the ship. She no longer knew why she had been deserted, but had the sense that once she reached the ship everything would be ok. It felt now as though it had been eons since she had been struggling and fighting her way back towards her family and now that it was in her sights again she felt a sense of jubilation.
As she scrambled on her last leg of the journey toward the ship she could feel the excitement of everyone on board: an important moment was indeed approaching.
When she finally connected with the vessel she felt inundated with everything had ever hoped for. She felt herself slip into a sense of completion, perfection and pure happiness. But as she reunited with the family that she so loved, she was also overwhelmed by an extraordinary sense of sadness. She sensed that something was not right. Although her children clambered around her with loving embraces, she knew that there was information that was being withheld from her.
It was when she looked up to meet the gaze of her husband, that she remembered her destiny. The sad expression in his eyes spoke a million words and she remembered the pact that had, in times of yore, been made between them. She could not stay on the ship. It was her digging through the void that permitted the ship to sail and dream. Her power was the ship’s propeller that allowed the others to live. She had agreed long ago to sacrifice herself for the sake of the family, agreeing to toil in the darkness so that her loved ones may dream. She kicked herself for forgetting how the story ended, although she knew that forgetting was really the only way she could accept her plight. She now remembered that she had been through this scenario millions of times, each time the cycle completed, she thought that finally it was time to live her dream.
As she began to remember everything, she noticed her children looking at one another and up to their father with a malicious glint in their eyes. She knew that they were all in on the tragic scenario, that their father had prepared them for what would happen when mother returned. What hurt the most was that she knew that even though they loved her, there was also a part of them that relished the high drama and horrific sense of collusion.
Moments later the father came up and embraced her, he whispered in her ear,” I am so sorry my love” and turned around to the children and said
'it is time to deal with the ****'. With that, all the children began chanting “We must shove the **** overboard, as it becomes fuel for our dreams, we must shove the **** over board, as it becomes fuel for our dreams”. The whole family began to laugh as they rushed to grab their matriarch and threw her from the ship. As she fell back into the void she felt utter despair as the reality of her homecoming sunk in. Watching the ship as it began to propel forward and quickly disappeared from her sight, the sense of loss she experienced was indescribable. With another eternal stretch of toiling in a void as stark and tragic as an existential nightmare, she wondered if she could continue, but was sickened with the knowledge that she had no choice.
END
Note: Around the time I had this vision a whole bunch of 'friends' came over. They represented the father and the children on the ship. I was in a VERY deep/intense state and was finding it hard to comprehend 3D reality. The friends in my room were acting very frightening...like demonic kids, with one girl talking backwards. For a long time I had no idea how to process this event, and chose to believe that it could not have really been real. Since that time many years ago I learnt about the illuminati, and went through the very scary realization that many of my 'friends' at that time were within it's fold (unfortunately I cannot share much about this as several of them are in the public eye). To me this is the illuminati's agenda to stop the divine feminine from emerging into the light of awareness.
Since the time of this vision so much has come out of the dark and I sense that human consciousness is becomming aware of how it has been tricked for so long....THIS TIME WILL BE DIFFERENT LOVE IS HERE TO GUIDE US THROUGH THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE :).
Thoughts....
But what I saw was that a block had been put in place that made it impossible for the mother energy move through the eye of the needle into the light side. She was forced to go round over and over again toiling and digging through the dark, while the male/father energy enjoyed the fruits of her struggle.
When I had this vision I was in an amzingly deep space, and I knew what I sw was VERY important and real...but to most people around me at the time just told me it sounded crazy!
I've decided to share another vision I had around this same thing. THis one I put into a book I was writing so it is in the 3rd person:
In the vision she saw herself chasing a ship that was traveling through a great void. She knew somehow that the ship itself was a conscious being, which existed alone in nothingness. In order to distract itself from its’ solitude, it had divided itself first into two segments, then the two each divided until there were many. Each segment became an individual on the ship.
The individuals expressed themselves as a family that traveled through the dark cosmos projecting dreams that they could lose themselves in. With infinite time on their hands, the dreams they created were not just a source of entertainment and a distraction from the fact that they were forever traveling through an endless void, they were also the most complex of stories that encompassed planets, gods and universes.
Araba knew somehow that this was an ancient story, and felt that it was central to the core of her being.
She also knew that in this moment she was the mother, who long ago had been thrown from the ship. She no longer knew why she had been deserted, but had the sense that once she reached the ship everything would be ok. It felt now as though it had been eons since she had been struggling and fighting her way back towards her family and now that it was in her sights again she felt a sense of jubilation.
As she scrambled on her last leg of the journey toward the ship she could feel the excitement of everyone on board: an important moment was indeed approaching.
When she finally connected with the vessel she felt inundated with everything had ever hoped for. She felt herself slip into a sense of completion, perfection and pure happiness. But as she reunited with the family that she so loved, she was also overwhelmed by an extraordinary sense of sadness. She sensed that something was not right. Although her children clambered around her with loving embraces, she knew that there was information that was being withheld from her.
It was when she looked up to meet the gaze of her husband, that she remembered her destiny. The sad expression in his eyes spoke a million words and she remembered the pact that had, in times of yore, been made between them. She could not stay on the ship. It was her digging through the void that permitted the ship to sail and dream. Her power was the ship’s propeller that allowed the others to live. She had agreed long ago to sacrifice herself for the sake of the family, agreeing to toil in the darkness so that her loved ones may dream. She kicked herself for forgetting how the story ended, although she knew that forgetting was really the only way she could accept her plight. She now remembered that she had been through this scenario millions of times, each time the cycle completed, she thought that finally it was time to live her dream.
As she began to remember everything, she noticed her children looking at one another and up to their father with a malicious glint in their eyes. She knew that they were all in on the tragic scenario, that their father had prepared them for what would happen when mother returned. What hurt the most was that she knew that even though they loved her, there was also a part of them that relished the high drama and horrific sense of collusion.
Moments later the father came up and embraced her, he whispered in her ear,” I am so sorry my love” and turned around to the children and said
'it is time to deal with the ****'. With that, all the children began chanting “We must shove the **** overboard, as it becomes fuel for our dreams, we must shove the **** over board, as it becomes fuel for our dreams”. The whole family began to laugh as they rushed to grab their matriarch and threw her from the ship. As she fell back into the void she felt utter despair as the reality of her homecoming sunk in. Watching the ship as it began to propel forward and quickly disappeared from her sight, the sense of loss she experienced was indescribable. With another eternal stretch of toiling in a void as stark and tragic as an existential nightmare, she wondered if she could continue, but was sickened with the knowledge that she had no choice.
END
Note: Around the time I had this vision a whole bunch of 'friends' came over. They represented the father and the children on the ship. I was in a VERY deep/intense state and was finding it hard to comprehend 3D reality. The friends in my room were acting very frightening...like demonic kids, with one girl talking backwards. For a long time I had no idea how to process this event, and chose to believe that it could not have really been real. Since that time many years ago I learnt about the illuminati, and went through the very scary realization that many of my 'friends' at that time were within it's fold (unfortunately I cannot share much about this as several of them are in the public eye). To me this is the illuminati's agenda to stop the divine feminine from emerging into the light of awareness.
Since the time of this vision so much has come out of the dark and I sense that human consciousness is becomming aware of how it has been tricked for so long....THIS TIME WILL BE DIFFERENT LOVE IS HERE TO GUIDE US THROUGH THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE :).
Thoughts....