lenred
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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:02 am Post subject: CORRIDOR OF TRANSITION |
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Some time ago I ventured on a trip from California to the deep south for a family reunion. After a week of visiting, I began an excursion through the State of Georgia visiting civil war sites.
I utilize my ability of interdimensional sight and energy manipulation in everything I do. I have worked with "stuck" spirits many times but was not prepared for what I encountered on the "Blue and Gray trail". My Source guided me to "Andersonville Prison" and “Chickamauga Battlefield", two places which moved me to tears and who's memories will stay with me forever. This does not lessen love and compassion for those who suffered and died at other battlefields.
ANDERSONVILLE PRISON
Upon arriving at the prison site which contained thousands of union soldiers during the war, I encountered masses of negative energy. Darkness hovered over the entire site and saturated the surrounding communities. It must have been a real challenge for those living in the area.
Approaching the grounds on foot I scanned the entire area and was amazed at the activity all about me. Thousands of union and confederate soldiers were re-enacting the battles they had fought over a hundred years ago.
They were shooting one another and in hand to hand combat. Their flags were tattered, their clothes were ragged and bloody. Some were on crutches, others had limbs blown away by artillery. Still others were lying on the ground, mere skeletons starving to death in the arms of their comrades. All seemed very confused and bewildered.
What would you have me do here Source, I asked. The answer was, ”we have provided an opportunity to bring peace and tranquility to these souls. Use your given ability to help them to the corridor of transition. Go into their midst. Bring them understanding. Enlighten their spirit to move into the light.” I had been an observer, but now I was to become involved in the situation as someone viewed by the soldiers as an authority, commanding their attention.
Having found an elevated place where I could be seen and heard, I thundered aloud, STOP! With a jolt many stopped fighting and turned to see who was shouting at them. Again I shouted, STOP NOW! Slowly the fighting subsided and I received their undivided attention. Why do you still fight one another, I said. Do you not know the war ended more than a hundred years ago? Expressions of confusion fell over them as darkness over light.
Why do you still hold bitterness in your hearts? Are you not all brothers? It is time to move forward with your lives. Behold the light I exclaimed, pointing to a great tunnel of light which Spirit had created for those who were ready to enter.
Upon seeing the light, many dropped their weapons and began helping one another. The Blue and Gray together hobbled toward the light. Some, however were not so inclined to the peace and compassion shown by those moving to the corridor. They began tripping, butting them with their rifles and calling them names.
Again I shouted. Lay down your weapons NOW! Throw them into a pile and move away. Many did so and joined the ranks of those entering the tunnel. As I walked with them, I could see their battered countenance change from despair to joy right in front of me.
As we approached the tunnel entrance some of the prison guards, with guns and batons, began beating the prisoners passing in front of them. Again in a commanding voice I said, STOP! If you do not wish to join them, move aside and let them pass! Although some did join the masses and went to the light, many did not, and returned to their former positions as guards walking the perimeter of the camp harassing the sick and wounded who chose to stay behind.
The procession continued for thirty minutes. Upon entering the tunnel they were greeted by former comrades with much love and compassion. As I watched the last of the tattered remnant move through the entrance, Source said. “Do not influence further those who remain. It is their choice not to participate in the transition. In another time someone will be sent to invite them into the light.”
When all were in the corridor, the light vanished. I looked around the area once again and observed positive energy forces displacing the dark energy, releasing nearby communities from the habitual negative influences. Andersonville, the prison that was and is.
Lenred |
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