05-22-2011, 12:01 AM
Another super-resonator for me!
I once saw three visions, one at a time in the same stretch of a few hours...in an antique crystal ball belonging to an acquaintance...and one of the visions showed a photograph, in which there was a little boy standing in front of a Christmas tree, circa the early 1970's. He was about 8 or maybe even 10 years old, dressed in a cowboy outfit.
Later on, a few years later but not more than five, one Halloween, Samhain, I was in an anticipatory mood and ended up staying up all night and the TV was on...first Animal Planet and then (and I don't recall how this happened because it is out of character at my pad) the 700 Club, on the GOD channel or another such...there was a layer of veil that was removed that night, all in the space of the hours between dusk and dawn...it was pretty quick and it was great! I suddenly "heard" that which dwells just beyond the clouds...my ears were opened and my eyes were brightened and I heard things in the ordinary with my secondary ears!
So, on the 700 Club they had this piece about a "fortune teller" or something like that, I forget what they called her, but anyway the tagline was something about she could tell the future but couldn't see her own. And they called her the Queen of Hearts. They showed a few photographs meant to portray her life as a real life, which in one way or another it no doubt was/is "real" but that's beside the point. One of the photographs was the VERY SAME photo I'd seen in the crystal ball, except for that now there was a little girl of the same age and size standing next to the boy, dark and beautiful and looking every bit the junior witch and family enchantress. And there was a couch to her right, upon which a lady sat...Mother!
It was surreal! I know my mouth had to have dropped open and my eyes were as big as saucers! I just stared at that picture on TV for the few moments it was there...and things were never the same again. That's not the only time things were never the same again, but it is one of the biggies.
I know that was the same picture because I have a photographic memory as well as the fact that those crystal visions were burned into my mind...and still are. All of them have resonated in my life, more than once and in such a perfectly fitted fashion.
They were visions and not hallucinations and they did not come out of the fog. They came from the light.
It sounds crazy, all this I'm sharing, but it seems that I should. There is a lot of stuff in rock and roll songs, poetry, lyrics, that I more than resonate with but almost share a certain band of vibrations. I'm sure that the same applies to everyone, with their own unique combination of symbols and themes and lyrics found thereof...many know but many more do not yet know...and yet how many really think about it as something indicative of the all-pervasiveness of the life Force?
I see these commonalities as proof that intent is the power-that-is. The only power! The soul's natural intent, all too often clouded by other things more habitual, is love...and love is the power of powers.
It's kind of like a fail-safe, at least to me that's how it seems to fit into it all...we cannot fail or lose in this shared dream...we can only dream on.
I once saw three visions, one at a time in the same stretch of a few hours...in an antique crystal ball belonging to an acquaintance...and one of the visions showed a photograph, in which there was a little boy standing in front of a Christmas tree, circa the early 1970's. He was about 8 or maybe even 10 years old, dressed in a cowboy outfit.
Later on, a few years later but not more than five, one Halloween, Samhain, I was in an anticipatory mood and ended up staying up all night and the TV was on...first Animal Planet and then (and I don't recall how this happened because it is out of character at my pad) the 700 Club, on the GOD channel or another such...there was a layer of veil that was removed that night, all in the space of the hours between dusk and dawn...it was pretty quick and it was great! I suddenly "heard" that which dwells just beyond the clouds...my ears were opened and my eyes were brightened and I heard things in the ordinary with my secondary ears!
So, on the 700 Club they had this piece about a "fortune teller" or something like that, I forget what they called her, but anyway the tagline was something about she could tell the future but couldn't see her own. And they called her the Queen of Hearts. They showed a few photographs meant to portray her life as a real life, which in one way or another it no doubt was/is "real" but that's beside the point. One of the photographs was the VERY SAME photo I'd seen in the crystal ball, except for that now there was a little girl of the same age and size standing next to the boy, dark and beautiful and looking every bit the junior witch and family enchantress. And there was a couch to her right, upon which a lady sat...Mother!
It was surreal! I know my mouth had to have dropped open and my eyes were as big as saucers! I just stared at that picture on TV for the few moments it was there...and things were never the same again. That's not the only time things were never the same again, but it is one of the biggies.
I know that was the same picture because I have a photographic memory as well as the fact that those crystal visions were burned into my mind...and still are. All of them have resonated in my life, more than once and in such a perfectly fitted fashion.
They were visions and not hallucinations and they did not come out of the fog. They came from the light.
It sounds crazy, all this I'm sharing, but it seems that I should. There is a lot of stuff in rock and roll songs, poetry, lyrics, that I more than resonate with but almost share a certain band of vibrations. I'm sure that the same applies to everyone, with their own unique combination of symbols and themes and lyrics found thereof...many know but many more do not yet know...and yet how many really think about it as something indicative of the all-pervasiveness of the life Force?
I see these commonalities as proof that intent is the power-that-is. The only power! The soul's natural intent, all too often clouded by other things more habitual, is love...and love is the power of powers.
It's kind of like a fail-safe, at least to me that's how it seems to fit into it all...we cannot fail or lose in this shared dream...we can only dream on.