in Awakening in the Sleepless Zone, Earth Changes, Mind Body & Spirit, Short Stories. Tags: Awareness, Earth Mother, Energies, Enlightenment, love,Mass Consciousness, meditation, Peace, Puzzle., The Woman, thoughts,transformation., Truth, Unity, world, Wormwood
The woman entered the silence once more, as she dived deeper into the realms of possibilities. The pieces of the Jigsaw she had gathered from the past, now jumped into view to be re-jiggled before her eyes.
One by one they reassembled in front of her inner eye as she saw them laid out in front of her vision. One by one they slotted themselves together, each piece made more sense as they rearranged themselves before her, as they stretched out onto the horizon of her gaze.
This time their colours were sharper, their edges cleaner and clearer, as she rebuilt the picture standing on the inside, the picture was reassembled from the outside in.
She sat within the space yet to be filled by the missing pieces,
and yet the void was filled with LOVE.
There were now only Seven more pieces missing. Instinctively she knew each piece that was missing also represented a year. Was that the years left for her? She was unsure, yet she knew they meant years into the future. The Woman instinctively knew that when these final pieces were found and placed in position, that would signal the time foretold long ago of the Total Re-birthing of Gaia, and a reshaping of the Galaxy, as she saw the Stars fly in all directions. As Gaia transcended into her own higher vibration.
The picture was magnificent, almost completed. A pang of memory flooded her mind, as she understood the urgency to complete the whole picture. Time was no longer running in the linear. She took a deep breath… She smiled to herself… She had all the time she needed, for had she not completed all she had set out to do?…. Almost!
For years she had been gathering each piece, and now here she sat, crossed legged upon the ground as the pieces all flew into place, creating a Kaleidoscope of colour, each piece a different image.
She saw the hands on the clock within her vision, the Tick-Tock of Time ticking, speeding its pace, she understood why it was people sensed Time was speeding faster. There was hardly any more time left. We were already standing on the 11th hour of the clock. And there was no time left to fix what was already destroyed.
The only thing left is to fix is ourselves!
The woman’s journey had taken many life times to propel her into the one she now found herself living in.
Some of these lives she remembered, some she did not. But each one the essence of her higher-self had travelled with whomever she had elected to be. Whether it be Boy or Girl. The bad guy or the good guy.
She saw the piece representing the boy she remembered, as he sat all day long weaving cloth of many colours in intricate patterns. Knowledge of which was passed down throughout the male generations father to son. The loom would be worked back and forth with bare feet as the shuttle was passed through by hand. The boy took his transition sitting as he normally did at the loom, as the building collapsed around him as the Earth shuddered.
She saw how we all weaved our different threads into the Matrix of the Universe, each thread separated, yet all the colours, all the various strengths, be is Silk, Cotton, Wool, ALL were woven together in the Blanket of Life.
Another life was set among the slave ships, a life well-remembered, one which although traumatic in its memory, brought great healing forward into this life the woman now held.
Then there was the girl, the one with the young baby that cried no more. Such grief held as she walked from the wagon carrying the hand-made shawl into the blizzard, never to be found.
So many lives, so many lessons, each one propelling her into the Now. The woman saw the pieces of her lives slotting together, knowing beyond knowing that this was her final Earth Incarnation.
This beautiful planet was destined long ago to evolve, transform and transcend to take its rightful place among the stars,
No longer would Earth be held as jailer to those held as prisoners.
The Truth would soon set them Free!
Gaia had repeatedly tried to warn the masses, but only those waking up began to heed her repeated warnings. . . Continue reading