On the way to work the next morning I was driving out of town wondering what to think about. I was in a poor mood from the evening before due to trouble with our watering system and having worked a long day at work. I wanted to get centered or engage in prayer, as I had supervisors from the central office visiting that day. I couldn’t settle on a stream of thought, however, and considered turning on the radio.
By the time I was three blocks away headed to the highway I heard out of the blue, “this is the first of the messages.” It seemed to break through the noise, and I knew right away it was from the same source as the night before.
I tried to relax, and simply tune in, but nothing was coming. I started to query “what is?” I was looking around the countryside as I drove thinking perhaps it would be some physical sign. But I kept hearing, “no, not that way…wait” and the more I waited, wondering if I was fooling myself, I would hear again “wait…”
And it wasn’t until I dropped down the hill about five miles further, starting to think nothing was coming and this was all for naught when I saw before me in my mind’s eye a retinue of figures, male and female dressed in Ancient Egyptian dress, appear before more. They were arranged in ranks, with, I think, three in front, and five behind and maybe even more, seven(?) behind that. Possibly even more.
Then I distinctly heard all of them chorally say, “We are the Galactic Collective. We are here to deliver messages to you, so that you can then share this knowledge with the world at large.”
Immediately I thought, how am I supposed to do that and what came to mind was a blog entitled “Messages from the Galactic Collective”. I asked how I was to share these messages, and they said that was up to me, I just had to do my best, what seemed good to me, and that would be acceptable.
I was told that these messages would come over the next period of time into my future. I then asked again, why me, and felt that mixed message of being chosen, but not as some sort of special chosen one, but rather from those who are attuned to their frequency, or as one who is attuned to their frequency and can receive and share these messages. At least that’s the impression I had. They then faded away with the impression that they would return.
I felt the need to record this and will make a blog with this information.
