Portal opening

Ramblings about life . . .

What I share about my life is simply to help reinforce the understanding that it is possible to live with love and laughter, in between the tough times.

Life is what we make of it, no matter how harrowing. We accept and embody this with-in ourselves, thereby allowing the energy to manifest outwardly in our reality.

It starts with each one of us as an individual to form the collective consciousness.

Be the dream.

We honour the light and the life within you.

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Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Holding open the gateway

We meditated together on Saturday morning, prior to our friends arriving.

I could see the thousands of “sails” between us becoming one big sail. The stitching invisible as each sail was added, everything off white, as though a blank canvas.

Greg and I were large entities, facing each other, standing on either side of the headlands of an entrance to a bay. As the large sail was being constructed I could see it was attached to a rod extending from our hearts. It seems that all 21 rods at the front of us had become one. The sail was triangle shaped, the point facing up into the sky. A triangle running from our hearts to the universal heart.

At our back were still the 21 rods, their tiny wings and, what looked like, capes flapping in the breeze.

Beyond us, a new the misty world that was forming.

Ships and boats carrying hundreds of people started to float through the entrance (once the sail was finished buiding itself) that we were holding open. Then slowly people started flying through. As each person went through, the individual sails changed colour, the stiching more and more visible. Each person going through into the new world were adding their experiences, emotions and knowledge to the tapestry being created on the sails, each stitch (signifying a person) adding to the colour.

A long while later, I felt the ground beneath my feet give way and I was standing ankle deep in water and still the boats and people came through the entrance.

I could feel myself slowly sinking into the water. The same was happening to Greg.

Thus the entrance was getting smaller and smaller until finally we disappeared beneath the water. The entrance was closed.

But not closed in a way that we’d view it as a shut door and no more could go through. No, it was rather that instead of us holding the door open to usher people through as we did for the initial influx, those following did not need help. People were flying in from all angles. 

We could move on elsewhere.

Until then we are holding the gateway to the new world open.

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