Into the heart of the beast!

Send my children home to me - 2004/12/12 12:12

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I don't often find myself perusing the crystal shops looking for inexpensive beauties of natural rock. But when I do, I search listening for their little calls to be part of my ever expanding work. On this day in late 2004, as I browsed the crystals a nicely crafted rainbow obsidian oval was calling me, it was exquisite, and it spoke quite loudly. "Take me, enter me.." How could I resist that? There was a power in that stone and it was calling me..

A few days after making my purchase I found myself at a private little healing gathering, at a friends place and had the opportunity to do some "Tub Work" or Lazy mans Sweat lodge. Sitting in a hot tub at 47deg C. My newly aquired Rainbow Obsidian was calling out.

I don't work with low vibe contacts.. Never have and never will. They avoid me like the plague. I travel the middle road. I seek and maintain balance, harmony. I follow my own tao. I always operate on behalf of the source, infinite creator, all that is. I work with some ethral heavy weights with absolute faith and trust, which you need in this line of work. So whoever was calling was on my wavelength, and wanted my attention.

It didn't take long for the familiar tingling to start, as I gazed deep into the black crystal. A constellation appeared, it was the hunter, Orion.. A blazing sun appeared within the blackness of the stone, white, hot, ancient. Around it orbited a mixture of planets, and within moments I was sucked straight through into this far away world. Deeper I plunged through the non existant atmosphere cruzing across a barren desert planet populated by massive cities carved from the desert rock. It was a world of deep brown stone, And vast empty plains and cities. The only semblance of life were wispy beings traversing the etheric highways, yet I slipped straight through undetected, the world seemed empty. But I knew it wasn't. I had come in through the back door, on my own wave length, on my own frequency band, a foreign frequency in these parts, and through I went. I plunged straight through the rockface and surface dirt, penetrating deep within the core.

When light finally greeted me, I found myself within an abyss of sorts, and before me was, without doubt one of the most incredible things I have ever seen. (And I've seen some strange things)

Before me stretched a creature, too big for the eye to see. I stood miles away from her within a great chasm, a prison of sorts. A strange luminescence lit the very air around me.

Her long black tail stretched far off into the distance. Huge, but slender in form, with skin that was as smooth as the obsidian stone, rainbows flecked across her wings as she folded and flexed them against her body. She was perfect, supple, and beautiful. Totaly awe inspiring. Her head was powerful yet delicate. Her eyes were like galaxies of celestial magnificence, her breath was as white as pure snow and the source of the luminous atmosphere around us. Her heart beat, was a soothing rhythm, of which the whole chasm seemed to resonate too with a perpetual, peaceful humm..

She spoke to me through the heart, in an instant hours of communication flowed. I felt, sorrow, pity, understanding and deep, profound respect.

"I am the heart of my people, you are my kindred, but not MY people, for my people have long forgotten me, but soon they will return to me. For I am the one who sleeps beyond the DUAT, I am the one that is hidden, I am the one who sleeps with one eye open, conquered by self, for self. I am the twin of my brother, I am the one unknown, my heart, is their heart, and their heart is my heart, and before you I am the heart."

They know not of me, for this abyss is impenetrable, a prison of hate, of fear, a place prohibited, enforced with a mind of absolute unquestioning obedience. I am taboo, I am in exile, I have no name, yet here is my place. No walls can hold me, no army can stop me, no god can touch me, for I am of god, I am one with god and I am waiting. I am waiting. For soon they will return to me.. One by one they come to me. I am waiting..

As one defeat after another, and another shows them their need for me, they draw out of their slumber, they draw closer to me. I call my children, I call them from the sorrow, the pity and the despair that they exist in, they seek me, yet never find me, for they know not of me.

Know this, kin of my kin, you cannot and must not fight them. You cannot fight the flames with tools that burn, you cannot wage war upon the children of Baal, for they are the conquerors, they are the victory children, they are the destroyers. It is their role, it is their destiny, it is their in the schedule of things. Yet they are defeated. Defeated. Routed, their end is close for your world, their end is now for your world. Their time is up on your world.

Fear them, and they will crush you, hate them and they will crush you, fight them and they will crush you. They want your anger. They want your hatred, they want you to fight them. They want you take up your weapons and battle with them, they will hand you the weapons to make war with them, and when you raise your head up and say 'I will Fight', they will devour you, and they will devour your kind, and all your people who stand with you.

Seek an enemy, and your enemy shall find you. So beware that they not draw you to the battle field, beware they do not draw your mind to their shallow places. For what you hate you connect to, what you fear you connect to and what you love you connect to! With each emotion, carries with it a language, an inner language, a language of the mind, or a language of the heart, a protocol of sorts, love, hate, fear, anger. Whose network are your people plugged into? My kin are the masters of hate, they are masters of fear and anger. Masters they are of the battle field, and masters they are of the mind. Yet like unborn infants they are to love. Pure, unconditional love. For dare they love, I see them. Dare they love I own them. Dare they love they become MINE. For here is their love, here is their heart, here in this hidden place, waiting.. for our time.. For my army is growing, my army is building, my army is preparing, for the balancing of my people, and our healing time. But know that your work is not for here, kindred of my kin, you are strong, you are powerful, you are a pillar that stretches to high places. So you must know this.

Know that they are defeated! Know that they seek only to draw the last dying breaths from your people. Even from those who think they are doing great works in fighting, in resisting, are but feeding their insatiable thirst for power, for blood and control. My twin unchecked, is a forced needing balance, a force that crush all who resided in its shadow no matter where their allegiances lie.

Tell your people to gather in their holy places, tell your people to come together as one, tell your people to gather in celebration of love and spirit. The time of the lone wolf is over. It is the time for your people.

I ask you kin of my kin, to forgive my children, release my children, wish my children the highest love and return them to me. For be sure, without any doubt, that to do otherwise means to become that which you hate, as much as you will become that which you love. Release them from your worlds nightmare, and enter YOUR dream, enter YOUR time. Love one and other, love your kin, and let it be known war is over for any who choose it, focus your intent forward, focus your intent into now, focus on building up all that is good, focus on healing not conflict, focus on the birthing of your new world, kin of my kin, for your time is now. Your time is NOW.

So celebrate, harmonize, give thanks, and send my children home to me."

And with her final words, her breath rolled over me, and I awoke.

A dream? A journey? A vision? I leave that up to you.