Godspeed

1692 Notes

1692 was a terrible time for us, we lost so many. Even though we kept the Black Death from entering America, we were tried and executed without mercy. In the spirit world we watched helplessly as the light bearers--the alive, the brilliant herbalists, midwives, dowsers--claimed their innocence, too guileless to understand the hypocrisy, and feign repentance for their imagined folly. Oh, we were replaced, quite handily! Surgeons, blood-letters, leech mongers all rushed in to sell themselves and their expensive potions, to replace what we had benignly given for free. In the dark matter we hid, half terrified ourselves that this evil would find us and kill our power for all eternity.

It has gotten better over time; and all of us come back at some point. Now nurse practitioners and other healers work in relative poverty and safety, while the new “surgeon” class fights with the same people who were the old moneylenders--the insurance companies--for the spoils of their various, useless practices. People continue to be sick, but that has become secondary. The same fortunes that dictated the very air we were allowed to breathe then are today’s misers. They continue to pillage for currency even though it hasn’t been backed by gold for many decades, and they’re still very busy. They’re not watching very closely: a new twenty-first century currency is taking hold and it, too, is based on nothing...but it’s become more valuable than gold.

My money is on the new children. Oh, how we’ve waited and prayed for them! We can tell who they are; anyone can, but they have to be looking for them.  (China has been keeping track of them for years, God only knows why.) In the fullness of time these humans will create a paradigm where there is no longer room for, or acknowledgement of, the old guard that has hurt us so much. 

Now: While I’ve seen with waking eyes the matte white light of heaven, I have never seen children like this. I met one while he was being born! Now he is nearly a young man, but I was the very first to talk to him and we know each other very well. I have kept in touch. I’ve heard about all the conversations with his teachers, the talk of “medication,” the efforts to clip this tiny bird’s wings and make him STILL, and my heart broke time and again learning about his mother’s efforts to comply, to do right by her beautiful son George and get him the education he needs. But education, like medicine, has become secondary. How I rejoiced when she finally rebelled and took him out of school entirely. On his own now, with just her guidance, he uses his gifts effortlessly and thrives on learning the wonders of this life. We expect great things from him and others like him.

But there are concerns we have, deep unease about a new invention. It is being said that we are nearing the end times, and everything will become known. However I do not think the knowledge in the ether today is the final word from Heaven. I don’t know what it is exactly; I believe it consists of countless facts and lies but no freeing truth. I hope with all my heart that the new children will see this, for they are in danger of squandering their immense psychic gifts in favor of this huge world of busyness. That very calm that their teachers wanted to medicate into them is already the core of their soul; they need to guard it carefully. It will enable them to do the things humanity has been praying for since we first came here, and they MUST do these things. The future of the earth depends on it.

I shall close for now. Three hundred and twenty-six years have passed and that is time enough for me to focus on this one thing. There are so many more miracles to learn about. But remember: although we will all see each other again someday, this NOW is what needs to be tended carefully. I must leave this task in the hands of the living. Godspeed.