In January 1991 a very, very dear friend of mine was diagnosed with leukemia and admitted to a hospital in northern Virginia. She spent nine months in bed while there and died in September. She was 28 years old.
Last night in the dream world, she came back to see me. She told me she incarnated back into her earth body for a short time so she could visit.
While meditating today I was zooming down a darkened tunnel that looked a lot like an esophagus and yes, as I neared the end I began to come into a lighted area. It wasn’t an opening like a door. It was like someone had turned on the lights.
Also, this was said to me during this meditation: “You are not a separate wisdom.”
In Atlanta the weather has cleared into some of the most beautiful days I’ve ever seen. The chemtrail spraying has stopped. For now, anyway. Hopefully, forever.
Visionkeeper wrote a wonderful blog entry today and mentioned crows and how they’ve been screeching like crazy where she lives. Well, it’s the same with me. The crows here are making more noise than usual.
Several people that I work with told me that they’ve been really fatigued over the past couple of weeks and can’t figure out why. I laughed at them and told them it was Armageddon.
I’ve now seen noctilucent clouds every morning before work for the past week or so. These clouds never appeared in our skies until now.
The night sky is becoming brilliant with stars. Last night I sat on my patio for about an hour just looking up. The celestial sphere is returning to its correct color of deep black with piercing pinpoints of star light.
Radiantly twinkling stars have reappeared.
The morning terminator is now a magical sight to behold. (The line of sunrise or sunset on a planet.) Find an open field without any tall buildings or trees to block your view and plop down there before sunrise.
As night becomes day, you will see a show that’s magnificent. The terminator is now perfectly distinct and as you watch you can see two different times at once.
Look one way and you’ll see dark, rich night. Look the other way and you’ll see warming, luminescent day. Sitting below the terminator while it passes overhead is pure joy now.