If wishes are intentions and intentions are wishes, then I wish that, finally, the people of Planet Earth could live in a state of peace and abundance. I wish that Mother Gaia could at last spread her wings, and that her children could breathe fresh, clean air; the wars and the suffering would come to an end, right now, and the land and the water would be pure, unpolluted and thriving with life. The veil of secrecy is so ridiculously obsolete, and I fervently pray that it be ripped away to expose the magnificent paradise of 5D Earth, which lay just on the other side. Yes, it’s real-honestly- and it’s there, ready and waiting. Now all that’s left for us to do is to choose the correct road to get there, check our baggage at the door and move in. The horrors we leave behind in 3D will be only a distant and incomprehensible memory; hard lessons never to be repeated.
I danced and played all night in a place just over the horizon. But just like it happens every morning, that experience is ending and it’s time to cross over the bridge and go back to work. And like I do every time, I resist. Please don’t make me go back yet. Can’t I stay just a tiny bit longer? So I cling and I hold on. I notice that my feet feel heavy, and I look down and realize that I’m wearing my figure-skates. Perfect. This means I’ll be able to go even faster and catch up with “Them”. I take off down the street-a steep hill lined with palm trees, that ends at a beach. I’m skating in the unhindered way used to skate, with no pesky old sports-injuries getting in the way, preventing me from soaring through the air and landing clean and painless jumps. I spin on my toe-picks, pirouetting down the hill in a counterclockwise spiral, faster and faster until I reach the beach. I speed past the shopping centers at the end of the street and launch myself at the filmy wall I see in the distance. I’m skating on sand as though it were ice. I hit the wall and crash down onto the shoreline. No…
But something looks different today. It feels different. Today the veil is clear and I can see right through it, to everything that lay beyond. Instead of the wall being rough and solid, today it feels gooey and gelatinous. Kind of like sticking your finger into a bowl of Jell-O. There really aren’t words to describe the beauty that I see on the other side. I can only compare it to looking into an elaborately decorated store window at Christmas, when you press your hands against the cool glass and and whisper, “I wish, I wish…” In that window is everything on the list you mailed to Santa, and more. Only this time it’s your list of intentions; your personal vision of the New Earth, in colorful detail. And this list is not to Santa, but to God. This time, nobody is going to swoop down the chimney and just plop our gifts under the tree. We have to manifest them ourselves, through love, forgiveness and good works. We’re being challenged to find the doorway that leads into that pretty window and to figure out how to stay there.
The sky is getting brighter now, and I look up to see it artfully streaked with pinks and oranges. Here I go…I’m procrastinating again. Only a few little stars remain, holdouts until the last minute, like me. “It’s ok,” I feel them saying. “You can do it. You’re almost Home.”
And so I wish.
And so I pray.
And then I look up at those tiny little stars-like me in oh so many ways-and I set my intentions for the day. I intend that we will win this battle, and win it soon. I renew yet again the vow I made before I came here; to spread the light in the very same way that I see the dawn breaking all around me, as it chases away the last bits of darkness and illuminates everything in it’s path.
Then, just as suddenly as I left 3D last night, I’m back. Back to work. Back to my day job. The sun is shining and it’s time to get up out of bed and do it all again.
Good morning! ☼
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