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julesofarc
15th April 2013, 19:54
Something to carry people through the morass of daily trials to a clear triumph... if held onto even for a few moments, it breaks down the barriers that otherwise block your happiness...


Love’s Domain
by Stuart Wilde
stuartwilde.com

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I saw something. I was taken to a dimension of pure love. It was here on earth. I was walking by a placid lake there was fog in the air, but it wasn’t dank and cold, it was a purple mist so soft and beautiful. All the animals were calm, they had no terror of humans anymore. I heard a celestial bell in my right ear, the little “ding” made it resonate through all eternity.

And I noticed when I had a thought like say, “how beautiful it all is” it went from me unimpeded across the lake and over the hills and beyond. There were humans in that pure love world, not many, but they were there. I didn’t see them, but I knew they were noble and kind and brave and full of grace, because I could see the imprint they had made on the trees as they had passed them.

I wondered if this “pure love” world was a hundred eons for now? Seconds later, as the question tumbled from my mind, I was shown the “love world” is very close. I couldn’t tell exactly, but it seemed 2000 days or so.

Then I was shown a gruesome scene. It made me shudder. It was so complex I had difficulty understanding, it over whelmed me. I was taken through the death of the global ego and specialness. I was shown how there is no last judgment, each and every person decides their fate from their deep inner sentiment; there is a mathematical preciseness that is a “karma administration” of great complexity, way beyond what I could comprehend, way beyond.

Then I saw the hills and they lent toward me and kind of nodded, as if to say, ‘You understand don’t you?’ It is all in divine order.

And I made the sign of Knights of St George. It’s like the Christian sign of the cross. You go from your forehead to your chest saying “Holy, Holy” and you go left and right saying “Sacred, Sacred”. Then you bend down on one knee in reverence and you touch the ground with a finger of your right hand and you say, “Here Now”.

The “Here Now” is an act of humility. It says here I am in this world right now on this spot on a bended knee, ready to serve.

After the sign of St George I saw a thousands crows flying over my head, they were very beautiful and each seems like it was bent on a mission, but I didn’t know then what the mission was.

Then later I saw a sea of graves, millions, hundred of millions, they stretched a thousand miles or more. But it was all in order, it was all the people whose minds and souls weren’t ready for the love world. They had to go elsewhere and try again. It all seemed fine.

And from beyond the graves came a celestial sun, and one ray of it entered my right eye and I fell to the ground in awe.

And I remembered the vision I had of Jesus showing me his hands and the voice that said, “He came forth and led the people to a great victory”. The love world is the prize that awaits us, beyond our pain.

I saw all that. It was shown. It was very definite, there’s no question, it will be delivered now.

Stuart Wilde
www.stuartwilde.com

Metaphor
15th April 2013, 20:55
Start Wilde, it´s been a while since i heard from him. I like his approach. Thanks for posting this, much needed, vision.

Marianne
11th June 2013, 01:53
Julesofarc, I hope you don't mind me posting here.

I found wisdom and hope in Stuart's vision of divine order and wanted to give this thread a bump so more people can see it.

I remembered one of my favorite pieces too ... it's another hopeful thing.

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Sure on this shining night
Of star made shadows round,
Kindness must watch for me
This side the ground.
The late year lies down the north.
All is healed, all is health.
High summer holds the earth.
Hearts all whole.
Sure on this shining night I weep for wonder wand'ring far
alone
Of shadows on the stars.

Poem by James Agee
Music by M. Lauridsen and S. Barber