Several Messages, After a Lapse

 At this point I had been visited a couple of times and had transcribed the message later. You will thus notice a slight shift in my recording of the events, images and impressions. I am only now writing these down after a subsequent message and being asked to continue sharing them, which I had not kept up with. 

They have come three times now. I haven’t recorded it while they impart messages to me. At first, it seemed awkward or began to feel awkward. And eventually, the nature of communication changed. There was the one time that things seem to fall apart--the interrupted message. Then there was the next time where it was really a message of comfort for me . A message to encourage me not to be overwhelmed or downtrodden. A message of adjustment to the nature of the communication and the reality or non-reality of this interaction. Whether it comes from me and my subconscious or how much it is interwoven with previous related experiences I do not know for sure.

Which follows quickly on another message, which came instead in the form of visual imagery. I was shown a vision of a city on a horizon, sprawling outward, buildings as far as I can see beneath what appeared to be a fiery, red, dawn or sunset -- I was not sure. And then bombings began to occur. The city was being leveled. I saw scenes of destruction; screaming children, mothers crying and weeping for their children and men fighting like beasts. I had the feeling that this was what was coming perhaps one of the paths that could be taken. I must admit I was confused here. As many who’ve had similar experiences are shown visions of an apocalypse. An end of world scenario. I saw the aftermath lasting for ages as people wandered the earth. The last remnant despondently walking dusty roads in the midst of ruins. And then a rebirth, as one stage ended and another began. I asked my visitors afterwards about the ubiquity of such visions. And they explained that yes, many have seen such things in order to avert their current path. Such visions were to communicate that as one stage ends, another begins.

Then I had a visit today where and I was also shown a vision of sorts. I saw a vast plane, literally like a plane of glass or obsidian, suspended in space. Upon it stood more than millions of beings. Humanoid type beings that look like figures of light. Pure white. Then these beings shot upward and arched outward in all directions. I could see that they were heading to other earths. Planets all over the cosmos. And then, played out before my eyes was their lives upon these planets. Where they sought wisdom, struggled forward, taught others, rose to power, fell, loved and died. The great struggle of each planet moving forward, seeking progress, struggling with the reality that is the mortal's sphere. It’s impossible to encapsulate the tapestry and drama that unfolded before me. On each world it unfolded. But as I watched their generations stretch far into their futures, these being of light transformed. They grew large and no longer white, but transparent. Almost as if they were filled with light like an aurora or a swirling stellar nebula. Like they were cosmos within themselves. Large and towering still humanoid in shape, but much greater than when they had started and wiser now. Whole is not exactly the word to describe them, but perhaps complete? And these greater beings returned to the plane of glass, but there were fewer now. And I wondered what happened to all of those who had not yet returned. And I saw these  stellar beings shoot up and instead of arcing off they went straight up as if they were ascending to a higher plane. And from this higher plane they administered the repetition of other millions of souls of light arcing off to their worlds. These greater beings now shepherding and seeking to guide even more beings of light to grow and expand and become like they were. And then I was asked if I had questions. And the first question I asked was where did these beings of light who first were shown to me come from?

My visitors said that these beings had come from below. But not below in a sense of negativity. But had grown up into the beings they were. In my mind, I was thinking about the framework of the church, and perhaps if this image was not influenced by my background in the church. I had a decidedly distinct feeling from the messengers that yes, of course there are similarities. The story has been repeated throughout time. And variations of it exist in numerous traditions. But I was seeing the purity of the truth of it. And then I asked, where were those of the spirits of light that did not return with the greater beings. I had confirmed for me the intuition I had had when I first worried about this. That they were still driving to return. That not all make it. I too have the role to play. This troubles me; perhaps for my own self preservation. Wondering if I will make it, or if I will perhaps fade away into nothingness. Although something tells me nothing can ever fade away into nothingness. or better said no thing can become nothing.

Then I had a question half formed that is this the role of all of those of us who move through these spheres? To become great like that and shepherd others on their way. And I had the thought again that there is a role for everyone, a place for everyone , and that we all work ultimately towards the fostering and support of this work.