It was a fraught day for me and before meeting friends in the city I decided to take a quiet walk. I approached an intersection and decided to cross and enter a great cathedral in the next block, a place of great solace to me. I am not a church goer but this, to me, was a place of great light.
A man came up from behind me before I crossed, screaming to the heavens. Terrible anguish, great pain, great darkness. People scattered in front of him as he passed us walking into the middle of an intersection against the light, utterly oblivious.
Once across, the violence that he emitted to heaven, face upward, was inhuman. He sank to his knees on the sidewalk and howled like an animal.
I walked past him, through his pain and his terrible cries. Others warned me away from him but as I proceeded I sent great Light to him because I knew that he and I were no different in the final analysis. We both came from the same Source and for whatever reason we chose different paths....at least in this moment of time, which is all there is. All I could do was surround him with the hope of great healing. I knew I could not save him.
In the next block beyond him lay the cathedral. I saw a number of cars in the parking area around the church and saw a woman exiting with a musical instrument under her arm.
I went inside to the sound of glorious music. The symphony was practicing the music of William Herschel, On the Construction of the Heav'ns. On a huge screen above them was a glorious projection of heavenly spheres, nebula, comets, planets, the aurora borealis, stars, and I sat there, an audience of one, and drank in everything. Sun beams poured through the stained glass.
It was absolutely sublime and exactly what my soul needed.
From my point of view, this is a metaphor for where we are right now. The schisms in the world and in our reality are widening moment by moment.
There is no one alive today who is immune from the cosmic changes taking place around us. We can choose our path as we still have free will. We choose in which dimension to remain. We can live in the Higher Realms or we can live in our own apocalypse.
A man came up from behind me before I crossed, screaming to the heavens. Terrible anguish, great pain, great darkness. People scattered in front of him as he passed us walking into the middle of an intersection against the light, utterly oblivious.
Once across, the violence that he emitted to heaven, face upward, was inhuman. He sank to his knees on the sidewalk and howled like an animal.
I walked past him, through his pain and his terrible cries. Others warned me away from him but as I proceeded I sent great Light to him because I knew that he and I were no different in the final analysis. We both came from the same Source and for whatever reason we chose different paths....at least in this moment of time, which is all there is. All I could do was surround him with the hope of great healing. I knew I could not save him.
In the next block beyond him lay the cathedral. I saw a number of cars in the parking area around the church and saw a woman exiting with a musical instrument under her arm.
I went inside to the sound of glorious music. The symphony was practicing the music of William Herschel, On the Construction of the Heav'ns. On a huge screen above them was a glorious projection of heavenly spheres, nebula, comets, planets, the aurora borealis, stars, and I sat there, an audience of one, and drank in everything. Sun beams poured through the stained glass.
It was absolutely sublime and exactly what my soul needed.
From my point of view, this is a metaphor for where we are right now. The schisms in the world and in our reality are widening moment by moment.
There is no one alive today who is immune from the cosmic changes taking place around us. We can choose our path as we still have free will. We choose in which dimension to remain. We can live in the Higher Realms or we can live in our own apocalypse.