Doubt concerning December 21 was swirling around in my mind when I remembered a passage from a recent Valiant post, which reads like someone pointing out the obvious to another someone who is clueless:
“You see, The Powers That Be, The Higher Forces upstairs, don’t recognize your changes
With respect. You simply can not reset time, The Mayan Calendar Clock…Duh.”
“Duh.” I love that word.
After getting out of bed this morning, for the first 10 minutes or so, my perception of our world came from a detached location just above my head. I was outside of myself, watching as I went about my routine.
During meditation after breakfast my connection was ramped up a little. Visions and images appeared and faded away in a constant stream, some in bright color and others in gray and black.
Birds, buildings, people, shapes, planets; stuff like that.
This was given to me quite clearly: “It’s time for Pat and Tim to wake up.”
Pat and Tim are my brothers.