This is included in the Mimzy Project as it is part of what no longer registers in most human beings. What a shame! We long for the ancient times, the Old Testament times, not realizing we are in them.
In the 1990s, I had been asked to come hear the confession of an amazing therapist who I had never met but we had shared some of the same clientele when I lived in the Washington, DC area. Her husband had called me and told me she was dying and what she had to say, she did not want to say to a Catholic priest. She feared they would not forgive her. My friend Jayne said she would drive me, and we immediately took off for her home that was several hours away.
I came in the door and the most beautiful slight built woman in a white flowing gown lay on the bed before me. It wasn’t her looks. It was her glow. Her husband closed the door and left, and I sat down to listen to her story. She told me that she had been at a conference 3 years before and had had a dream. In the dream, she had seen twenty to twenty-five years ahead. She smiled and reached out her small shaking hand and took mine. “I knew I did not want to be around for what I saw was coming. I wanted to not be here. When I got this cancer, I knew I was going to get to go home.” I held her hand so gently. I lowered my head and let the tears flow. I felt as if I was in the presence of one of the last of the angels. It would hurt to see her go.
I laid down in the backseat of the car to cry as Jayne began to make our way home. We were on our way up the interstate in the dark when I just couldn’t take it anymore. I forced Jayne to stop in the center of the highway on a grassy meridian and got out and laid on the ground. So, angry that this precious being was not safe in her own faith, I looked up at the swaying trees and the black flecked with the light of the night sky and screamed, “You are my only God!”
We got home at about 4 am and I went straight to bed. My precious boy, John Aren, was asleep in my bed waiting for me. I pulled a blanket off the bottom of the foot of the bed to put over me. He was so tangled in the sheets, I didn’t want to wake him.
Lying flat on my back, which I rarely do, eyes open, the air around the bed began to shimmer. If had not been breathing air, I would have thought we were underwater. In front of me, mattress height was a landscape of sand that stretched as far as I could see. The sand had an enticing gold cast and was rippling like waves in the sea. I stood up on my bed and walked toward the floating land. I looked back and I could see through an image of my body in the bed.
I stepped onto the sand compelled by a force that carried no malice, only the experience of a child in wonder. I saw the remnants of something that looked like a Hollywood set for a western movie and walked toward it. As a stepped, sand animals flowed out of the sand and, playful, ran in front of me and around me. Childlike, I walked starring and this unusual landscape that made me feel so different than anything I had ever felt before. Now I think, I was introduced to wonder and awe in a way that would hold my life secure during troubled times ahead. Beyond the odd front of old west buildings propped up by longboards, was a gate. The is gate much like a tall gate you would see over the road of a cattle ranch. Everywhere was unending sand. Until I stepped through that gate.
As I stepped through the gate, the sand disappeared, and I was walking on a sidewalk that was leftover in the ruins of New York City. As I walked down the sidewalk, the only remaining unbroken part of the city, I saw an elderly senior citizen dressed in her heavy heels and her proper dress and her old fox fur over her shoulder sobbing. A homeless man was helping her go through the rubble and I knew he would help her learn how to live as he had…homeless.
As I left the ruins of New York behind, I was once again in the sand, the sidewalk still there. I saw a shimmering figure like the air in my room coming toward me. My heart quickened with love and excitement. I was once again a child in church knowing God loved me this I know because His angels told me so. There was no escaping the feeling. The loss of that feeling no longer permeated any part of me, and I was a child of God in every part of my body and in the fullness of my heart. I knew someone I was on the Gaza Strip walking across above the world below on a high dune. As the figure approached, I saw tanks crossing the sand. For me, he was God. My God had returned to me. I cried out, “Oh my God! You’re God.” Then realizing I had cussed, I stammered, “Oh sorry,” and then without no ability to stop myself, I blurted out once more, “Oh God, you’re God.” I know now, of course, that he was not God, but I do feel he was an angel who gave me that feeling I had as a child that kept me safe in a troubled life filled with feeling of being loved. I blurted out and stammered for a while as he told there. It took a while for me to integrate the experience I was having. I knew that he wanted to talk with me, but for what felt like a long time, I was so glad to be back in the feeling of being a child of God again, I could do nothing but cry and stammer.
Finally, he turned and walked to a viewing point in the world below. As he turned, I began to see the future. I knew that there would be times in the years ahead that would not be good. I knew that somehow going to hear God’s angel had opened up a gateway for me that I had walked through. I knew I would never be the same.
Without his speaking, I knew I was seeing an event between Jews and Arabs that was inevitable. That something was in play and there was nothing that could be done about it. At that moment, I felt so sad, but that sadness did not obscure the feeling of being held in love, a love so great there was nothing that I couldn’t go through. I felt like David in the lion’s den and the boys in the fire. Nothing touched me but love.
Now I call them markers. As a seer, there are events that happen that mark something coming, and my job is to prepare people for those times coming. That are what mystics, seers, and prophets do. I did not know at the time, that I would become a prophet, an unheard one at best. It would not matter, I would have the information to prepare the way and become what I was to be for people as time unfolded into ancient prophecies and some quite new came true in our times.
He began to speak. His voice washed the world around me and the future unfolded alive, not with detail but with a depth of connection.
I will recreate what he said as best I can. The only time I ever feel the majesty, power, and clarity of truth I felt that day is sometimes when I am doing the Creation Exercises that became part of what was brought forward out of this moment in time.
He looked at me as he spoke, like an adult who needed a child to understand the importance of what they said, and that they were asking the child to stay a child in spirit and an adult in knowing.
“What is ahead must be. The major religions must end what has been done in their names here. This will end so that what created Life here can be restored here. They no longer exist in the truth of what God is designed to be here.”
I promise I cannot even begin to recreate his words. What I did see in my consciousness was that the three major religions would be the ‘in the name of’ that would be used in the future to try to control and destroy life here.
I had never experienced anything so thoroughly. If I had not been in the cellular experience of love so total and unyielding, I would have collapsed in the anguish of what I saw cost human beings their experience of a paradise here.
I knew that the tanks moving over the sand were the beginning of the final act of a drama that was about to unfold. I knew it was a war around Jerusalem but no more. I knew I would feel when It began.
Then he transmitted into my mind the prophecy:
“Five things will happen that will mark the unfolding of the times ahead.”
The next part cannot be put in words accurately, but I know I need to give people access to the experience I was having in these moments with a love that overcomes all obstacles even though sometimes it takes time. I remember the words, “Have them no longer be afraid.’
He went on.
First, a president of the United States will be elected by dubious means
Second, this president of the United States will not really be interested in foreign policy.
Third, New York will erupt in wings of fire.
Fourth, two cataclysmic events will occur on the same day. One of man, one of nature.
Fifth, the dogs of the east will bite the tails of the warmongers when they least expect it.
As I watched the mystic equivalent of in the world’s events, I knew that this pattern might repeat itself until the conditions were irrevocable. I remembered my joy in the church with my black maid Fanny. They lead lives of terror because of the Ku Klux Clan but on Sunday they celebrated God’s love and were really clear that love would set them free. I know that was the same experience I was having now. I, certainty, that the ways of man where only a moment in time in the face of the power that created this planet and its forms.
Suddenly the sand under my feet was gone and I was in a large room. I walked over and looked out and saw old fashion street lights that had been modernized.
I knew someday I would be in the room as part of the prophecy. I turned and looked at what I still felt was God and asked him if I could touch him. He said “yes” as a benevolent father would say to his beloved child. I reached out and placed my hands on his wrists under his ankle-length toga gleaming in white light. My body filled with gold light. I felt my cells drink the gold like they had been starving for all time. I felt my emotions change. I knew it was only a matter of time before I no longer felt the fear that often ruled me. I knew I would be afraid but that love of this planet’s forms including myself would override any fear that came upon me. I know that I was to support others in the same transfiguration of spirit I was experiencing.
I looked at the floor and I could see through it into my room with my son asleep in the bed. When I walked across the floor to see if I could see Jayne asleep in the next room, the floor moved right over her. I reached down to see if my hands could go through the floor and they did. I extended my arms and grabbed her and pulled her up toward me. She slipped out of my hands. She was sticky and slippery. She slipped out of my grasp. I turned to him and said, “Is that how we feel? So sticky?” He smiled ever so compassionately and said, “Yes human beings are for the most part slippery and sticky.”
Without realizing it, I had another marker to move with in supporting people in the times ahead to be ‘less sticky’.
I knew it was time for me to go back. I didn’t want to. But even trying to stay didn’t stop my body from moving back into my bed and sliding into the translucent energy image of me. I woke up at first light.
I was possessed by thoughts of gathering and hoarding water in our basement and other survival thinking.
At that time, I wouldn’t let anyone touch me, but I felt compelled to get against Jayne’s body. I ran into her bedroom and climbed into bed with her. I was determined to explore her body. She yelled and pushed me out of bed and shouted at me, “Jesus, first something tries to pull me out of my bed in a dream and now you come in and accost me!” Her words jarred me awake and I began to sputter out what happened. She grabbed the recorder and mic she was always sticking in my face to record me and I told her what happened.
I was exhausted. I went into my bedroom and woke up Aren to see if he had experienced anything. He said, “Jeez mom, let me sleep and rolled over away from me.” As I turned to walk away, not sure what to do with myself, he spoke. He had lost his blanky on our trip to Texas earlier that year. “Mama, my blanky is okay. God told me he is keeping it for me in heaven.”
I froze mid-step. Yes, life would never be the same.