A woman, black,
statuesque and very beautiful, with a large wrap around covering on her head
that I admired for its orange and yellow and possibly light blue colors. She is
there. It’s a profile, a side profile look I believe, and she is farther off
than the man was, than most are. I figure it’s all the same in that they are
transitioning. I could be wrong, as I have no idea, less than no idea if it
were possible, who any of these people are. These people are not from books,
movies, or, I believe, the subconscious. I tell her the same that she can go,
to goodness, to the bright light or brighter light.
There are many
others that started showing themselves. This all started months ago. I didn’t know
what it was at first. Then through some kind of intuition or guess work I
figured it out. But this could be one hundred percent wrong, one hundred and
ten percent incorrect.
As of late, - a
man and a boy, possibly his son or nephew or something. They look ethnic, but I
would have no idea what ethnicity. I just know they do not appear Nordic,
Slavic, such like that, - if those are correct words for places with
predominantly blond and blue eyed type of people. There is something new in the
symbolism, or one could say, - there is now a type of symbolism. In all these
cases there people are in the dark,- it’s not an evil dark,- it’s just the
dark, like when you turn the lights out in your house,- you are not surrounded
by evil,- it just happens to be dark and you can’t see the nightstand or the
bookshelf anymore under that circumstance. And there is no sound in any of
these ‘cases,’ or instances. Well now,- a hole appears up above, and to me,
above means positive, up, towards a Godhead to be poetic, flowery,- as opposed
to down, towards a ‘lower astral plane’ to borrow from the nomenclature of
certain literature. I tell the man with the boy, - to go up. Through the hole,
I can somehow see, tell, or know, that there is a train station, and it appears
golden. Now mind you, - it is not ‘some beautiful magical train station in the
sky,’ but it is gold in color. The trains are moving and the people that run
the trains and the trains will help the man and the boy. Of course, I
understand that these are not actual trains when I see them, as I see them, but
some kind of cover for angels, guides, something like that,- that I cannot see
directly.
Now, to state
one more and this is incredibly nuanced. I have never heard anything like this
that I can remember. Before the man and the boy there was another one. It was a
man, and his eyes were glazed over a bit, like he had cataracts. I wondered to
myself if he was a person that was suffering from some kind of drug addiction something
like that. Remember, this is all in the ‘spirit world,’ or at least in the
third eye. It does not feel like imagination. Being a creative, do feel (and I
could be wrong- it’s responsible to allow always for that), that I am familiar
to a large extent with imagination- its habits, inroads, capabilities, -
source, and above all, - its flavor. Anyhow, I then receive a message
telepathically form somewhere that the man is simply very tired, from a long
journey, and that his eyes are like that from a type of fatigue. Okay, I think-
this is a spirit message helping to interpret a spirit message. Just think
about that one for a second!
I tell him to
hop through the whole in the roof of this limbo he is in. To go to the light, a
saying that we all make fun of in news media, books, all kinds of colloquial
conversations, jokes, remarks, et al. He goes I think up through the hole in
the roof of nowhere, and enters the angelic golden train station.
And that’s all I
have to write about that right now, as that’s all I know. There is no audio,
just visual. And, I say go to the light, in the name of Jesus Christ. Or just ‘go
to the light,’ though I should include the Jesus Christ part. Or I think
sometimes, ‘Go to the light, in the name of Jesus Christ, and with the
protection of Arch Angel Michael.’ In a new and extreme circumstance, we say
what we know, or have been trained to say, or whatever comes. It’s like a plea
in the face of a tornado, or something said during a robbery by the robber or
the robbed, or when someone almost hits you in your car and you yell. It’s
extreme. Its quiet, this soul rescue, but it is extreme.
I misinterpreted
Rainer Maria Rilke’s quote for a long time, until I looked into it more and got
some help from scholars. It says, ‘All angels are terrifying.’ I thought it meant
that someone you love, a beloved, can be so startling beautiful, that it is
almost beyond startling, terrifying,- like seeing the fire of a soul mate’s
eyes, something like that. But that is not what the quote means. It actually means
that in his more societal evolved time, to see an angel would be terrifying,
whereas, in a time of old, it may have been more normal. So, - the quote
applies here in an odd yet I believe still transferable or translatable manner.
‘All angels are terrifying.’ Though these are not angels, and I was not
allowed, for my own good perhaps, to see the angels, their realm being masked
as a train station,- its if not terrifying, quite startling,- between being
startled and being terrified,- to see these spirits suddenly, if even in the mind’s
eye- pop up, at night, unannounced, uncalled for.
But the whole
and the hole have its ways.
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