reply to post by Amelia
Your experiences sound a lot like mine, although I haven't received anything for a while. The first time it happened was Dec. 5, 2008. I had been
watching a documentary about Native Americans, and there was an old picture of a man standing atop a huge pile of bison skulls, and it disgusted me.
One line came to mind, which in itself wasn't that unusual since I'm a writer - "You want to grind me under your feet like you ground the bones of
my sacred buffalo." It rolled around in my head until that night, when I decided to let my thoughts go and see what I could write. It started off
okay, pretty much just me thinking of things to say, then it morphed into something I didn't expect. While I was trying to process that, another
burst came through like a dam bursting... THAT'S what was so strange for me. Here's the end of the Native American thing I was writing, and the
complete second part that was totally not me:
"You may put me in your little wooden homes, but I am always at home in my own body. When I leave this home, I will return to the Sky People until
such time comes for you to learn from your mistakes. When you have ruined your lakes, your skies, and laid the land desolate, I and the rest of the
Sky People will come back to teach you a new way to live… teach you how to live in harmony with each other, and in harmony with yourself. This last
one is the most important, for if you offer others a polluted soul, you in turn have polluted each other. Purge the toxic mind, and you may offer
each other and the world a soul free of your destruction."
Second Part:
"Let the learning begin – those ready to hear, let them open their minds to receive knowledge unguessed at by even the most imaginative of your
philosophers. The channels are opening between the worlds, the gates are beginning to swing wide. The mystics, poets, dreamers and philosophers
unite – you will be the ones to bear witness to these all-important first changes. Others will not see at first; you must help open their resistant
eyes. They fear what they do not understand, as is the way of man, but you must make them see. The time is coming for the veil to fall away, and the
unprepared among you will suffer greatly. Each of you has been chosen for this purpose. Persecuted in the beginning, you will be the ones they turn
to as confusion invades their complacent minds. They will do rash things out of fear; you must help them deal with what they have learned. Come
together now, reach out to each other, and strengthen yourselves for the coming times. You will rely on each other and what you will be shown over
the next days, weeks, and years to keep your wits about you when the first wave approaches. You who have been chosen will be the stabilizers in a
terror-filled world. You must show them, through your actions and reactions to the events to come, that all is not lost."
By this time I was in a near panic at having words come to me that I was not thinking of. I've written dialogue before, and at some point the
characters start telling you what they want to say, but this wasn't like that at all. I was taking dictation, and having no idea what was coming
next. After this second part I was wondering what in the world I was supposed to do with this, and this came through:
"This is to be published. You must find each other, you who have been chosen… we must lead by example. Many have been called – do you hear?
Will you answer?"
I know in my heart I am supposed to get this out any way I can, and to meet up with other people receiving similar messages... and so I post...