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.