Dreams and visions. They come to those who seek them; who seek understanding in all the places where society, civilization, the System, the Status Quo or “The Matrix” insist there can be no understanding except through blind belief and blind obedience. It insists that everyone must follow the pattern laid out by the Powers that Be, from “God” on down. Anyone can own a piece of the puzzle if that piece is handed down from those in authority. If it isn’t then it’s illegitimate, illegal, blasphemous, immoral – take your pick: you are not supposed to have it and must destroy it, or hand it back to the authorities to be destroyed (or hidden in their underground vaults). If you insist on keeping unauthorized information you place yourself in danger of the “Inquisition” – and be certain that said Inquisition exists within every form of totalitarian power, whether it be religious, scientific, academic, political or financial. Those who have stood against the Inquisition know what I’m writing about. Take Galileo; Julian Assange, Joan of Arc, Salman Rushdie, Chelsea Manning… and speaking of “whistleblowers” – check out the list on Wikipedia. So many others who spent their lives in prison, were executed and tortured to death because they held to a truth that was denied by the System. Also, if the subject interests you, read up on how the biblical prophets were treated in their days as they pointed out the error of the ways of Israel… errors which caused many a terrible conquest and diaspora; errors which are being repeated today by that same nation and which will have the same ends, for ways not changed means of certainty that history must repeat itself for Earthian humanity.
World Bridger (a vision)
(from the files of ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara)
In the darkness, I heard a deep voice echoing. It said: “You are Tara, daughter of Earth, you are a Planet Bridger…” As I peered into the dark, which was the dark of space, I saw two planets orbiting. Then the voice continued: “In the depths of space, two twin worlds move slowly towards each other through the eons of time… Soon they will come close enough to each other for a bridge to be formed…”
I looked at these two twin worlds. One was pristine, beautiful, green, lush, full of life. Its waters were blue and clear. Everywhere was a sense of pure joy. The other was the opposite: it was blighted, polluted, desecrated. Smoke swirled around it, and on its surface people ran here and there aimlessly. There were wars being fought, and famine was rampant. There were plagues and diseases of all kinds. Pain, misery and death marked the passage of time there…
When these two worlds approached one another, at some perfect timing, a ball of reddish/golden light appeared between the two planets. Inside this ball of light was a being apparently sleeping. Then, I found myself there: I was that being, Tara, the Bridger. I awakened from my sleep and began to stretch myself. As I did so, I emerged from the ball of light and it vanished.
In space, I stretched my feet towards the pristine world and I saw them enter the soil and become a part of the landscape. I could feel the well-being of it, the invitation to share in its bounty. I stretched my head to the wrecked and wretched planet, and when I touched it, my hair, which flowed in abundance, entered that soil like millions of roots, and I became a part of that world. I felt the burning of it, an unwholesome uncomfortable feeling within my head.
Now, there was a bridge between two worlds. Soon, people from the blighted world began to walk upon my flesh; to wonder at, to ponder, this phenomenon. Some, recognizing the bridge, gave thanks and in gratitude, quickly made their way to the waiting Edenic world. Most, sadly, were afraid of the consequences of trusting in this new thing, and chose to just wander around a bit, then returned to their miserable existence. Another type of human came to explore my body: the ‘gold diggers” or resource seekers . These brought the same tools they had been using to destroy their planet. They proceeded to cut up my flesh, looking for treasure. Finding nothing of interest to their blighted senses, they too returned to their world to continue in their pointless existence.
In time, when the two worlds were again beginning to orbit apart, all those who were upon my body left. Most opted to remain on their old world, afraid of the future presented to them. They could not believe that this new world was ‘real’.
When I was completely clear of traffic, of human life, I pulled myself free of the old world. My hair tore out of my head and remained in the soil there. I pulled my legs away from the new world, and my feet remained in that soil. I rolled myself into a ball… and died… or so it seemed. I became non-living, in the sense that we know it. My body also vanished in space. Then the voice came back and said: “In time, when this cycle is complete, you will again return to bridge these two worlds, for you are infinite, you are life.”
By choice, and by whatever means given us over time upon time, some of us become world bridgers. Our calling and our choice may never be known by anyone, but as my “new age” friends were fond of mentioning, we are anchors. By our presence and by our thoughts we “anchor” certain energies within worlds and these places of power often remain untapped for millennia. Then we come back and we find these ancient treasures that belong to us, and we learn how to use them and expand them. Sometimes they can give us enough power to rise up into public awareness and create waves of changes. Think Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr. – individuals with charisma, with the power of compassion: such doesn’t just happen, nor does it happen overnight. Long, long planning and many lives go into building such awareness. Does it make any difference? It can, for those who observe, listen and act on their own wisdom as the above vision demonstrates.