| This is a subject I have always found amazing over the years; My Mother would have premonitions about things which i can remember from an early age,i have always had an empathic view on life which has at times made for loneliness and at other times moments of great euphoria and oneness with the universe.I do not for one moment think i am alone or that i have any special gifts and know we all have the ability to Heal and use the Innervision we are Born with.I have been priveleged to have met some amazing people in my life who were very advanced in such things. |
Prophecy," the noun, (pronounced "PROF-a-see") is a prediction. The verb "to prophesy" (pronounced "PROF-a-sigh") means to predict something. When a prophet prophesies he or she utters prophecies. |
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| These are the End times and the
people must know the truth, share what we have taught
you. There can be no more secrets now if we are to
survive as a thinking species through these times."
"This," they say, "must be done because
the dream of humanity can only be preserved through the
combined efforts of all peoples, and the joining and
merging of all cultures into a oneness." -- statement of the traditional
Hopi Elders as told to Cho Qosh Auh Ho Oh, a
Chumash/Yaqui/Maya Indian When you were Born,you cried and the World Rejoiced. Live your life so that when you Die,the World cries and you Rejoice. Cherokee Expression |
Here is an Email Jane sent to her Brother 10/6/03 Dear Michael Thanks very much for your email which I have now read in its entirety. Had a very nice chat with Samantha on the phone tonight about the wedding and a lot of other things. With reference to the question you ask me as to how I knew you were ill before you did, I just get feelings sometimes about things. I used to look at you and think I hope nothing happens now that you have met up with us again and also got feelings that you should be checking your blood pressure as indeed you will remember that I stressed this to you when you brought us back to the farm on that Friday. Its very hard to explain as I said to Sam on the phone. When Malcolm was ill I used to get a picture in my mind of an eagle, the eagle's head used to turn into my head and it was flying with Malcolm laying on its back. I knew that as long as the eagle flew that Malc would remain alive and hopefully recover as he did. I also used to get a picture of a cloaked and hooded figure leading Malcolm on a stretcher through very dark rocky territory with his family behind him. This figure carried a lantern which shone brightly. I later felt that the figure was me and realised that he/she who holds the lantern leads the way. Whilst Malcolm was still in hospital I discussed the vision of an eagle with a healer that I had been introduced to, on imparting this to her she started to cry and I wondered what on earth could this mean. She then told me that in Indian Shamanism it is the eagle that is one of the highest animals and it is only him that can touch the sun. I used to see Malcolm in hospital and see Indians all around him drumming. I could also feel a humming in the air around me which never left and always felt that there was another world out there which remained just out of reach but nearly touching ours. I suspect that this side of me has always been there and sometimes it comes through more than others. When our friend died I saw her coming out of her body and walking through a summer meadow to meet her dog who had died some years before. The horror of her passing has got to me and I will admit that many nights I tap her photograph and ask her to come and see me and let me know that she is Ok I know that time will pass but I also know that she will pay me a visit as have others in the past. When mum was ill I used to see her getting better and having her head bandaged up, after she had her operation her head was indeed bandaged and she did get better. I think that Mum may be a bit like this herself, long before Malcolm came out of hospital she used to see him coming through the garden gate in a wheelchair, which he did, she also used to see me with a child, which I now have. When Malcolm was ill I used to see a funeral, I was there, he was there and his Mum was there, little did I know I was seeing his fathers funeral two years later! It was very humbling talking to Sam tonight about Siobhan's passing, and I do not know how she managed to get through it but I suppose in the tapestry of life Neve and Freya had to come and she somehow managed to hang on for that. When Rosie was very little and with all the scares about Cot death before nine months I used to think that if anything ever happened to her I would make sure that everything was sorted out and then follow her, I made this pact with myself and know that I wouldn't have deviated from it. To lose a child is the ultimate loss, but obviously like Sam people manage to get through it, God knows how but people obviously draw strength from somewhere. On a lighter note, keep going as you are and I am sure that you will be OK. Remember that riches aren't to be found in the car that you drive or the house that you live in. Its whether you have your family about you and peace and calmness of mind - that is real riches which can never be measured. Have waffled on enough now, there is a vampire lurking in the bathroom that I must deal with!!! Much love Jane XXXX PS: bloody vampire's stuck down the bog now!! |
Rusthall late one night outside of Julie's window she spied without the vodka bottle at hand,some strange behavour on the roof top next door. This Is Freaky! Stare at
the blue trash bag in the doorway
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