The Golden Thread

Sometimes watching visions from the Mirror World is confusing, as things happen in there that seem unconnected and then ages later you can see how they are mysteriously linked. There is a golden thread that is slowly and carefully wrapping itself around humanity. Some will experience it as a safety device like a climber’s carabiner clipped to their soul, lest they should fall.

Here is a sequence of events that forms part of the thread. In May 2004 at the time of the lunar eclipse, a small group of people saw a vast apparition in the sky over the Austrian Tyrol. It was a vision of a goddess and the birth of a baby and then an eagle appeared in the sky by the child as its protector. The apparitions they saw were vast, hundred of yards across, and they hovered in the night sky for over an hour. At the end there appeared a tidal wave that swept over the night sky. It was so large that the people watching became rather scared it seemed so overwhelming.

Meanwhile, in the Mirror World we’ve been watching what seems like the Forces of Light fighting their way into this 3-D world. That effort lasted three and half years, or perhaps I should say we first started to see it three and a half years ago there is no knowing when it actually started. At first we saw beings that I call Tall Boys, they were the forerunners and then after that I saw visions of hundreds of beings entering this domain. The final landing of the goddess and the Forces of Light was on December 21 st 2004, the winter solstice in the northern hemisphere.

With the goddess came her dark side, Kali, then five days later the tsunami killed 200,000 people. I don’t know if Kali and the tsunami were linked or not, or if the tsunami was in any way linked to the tidal wave apparition in Austria. It is probably part of the thread but I can’t be sure as yet.

For two weeks after the tsunami I saw massive turmoil in the Mirror World, lots of anguish, blood and pain. Then by the 9 th of January 2005, the Mirror World went quite, and for the next six months almost nothing happened. The silence and lack of activity remind me of that strange piece in Revelation that says that there was half hour of silence in heaven. Some time ago I’d worked out that half hour in there is six months here in this world.

I wondered if something might happen on the 9th of July to reactivate the forward move of the Forces of Light. The London bombing happened on the 7th July and it looked like a 9.11 caper, in which the authorities wind people up to think the country is under attack. The doctored picture of the four supposed terrorists arriving together at Luton railway station gave the game away. (See: articles here). It reminded me of the supposed photo of Mohamed Atta at the airport on 9.11, in which the date and time were forged as a superimposed entry. Then there was the CIA film of Bin Laden where he supposedly talked about his part in 9.11, in which the CIA used a look-alike actor for the real Bin, who unfortunately was not able to attend the CIA’s video shoot due to other more pressing engagements.

Anyway, if the business of the British and the American governments bombing their own people gives you the willies, I completely understand. It’s part of their demise, part of the golden thread, which will wrap around their necks like the tail of a boa constrictor that has slept under their pillow these many years. Anyway, they can’t help themselves and they will get worse before they get better. State sponsored violence is a global phenomena, it’s a sign they are losing control and becoming demented.

In contrast I am glad to report that as far as I can tell the eventual triumph of the Forces of Light is all going along at a perfect clip. All the activity has started up again in the Mirror World and pathways and bridges are being built, so humans can walk across. Meanwhile an angelic being showed up in my bedroom three nights ago, it just walked through the wall—very natty. I am always impressed by that kind of walking-through-the-wall caper. The being was bloody close. It hovered by my bed about three feet away. There was something very radiant and sparkly about it; there was all sorts of light emanating from the top of it. It remind me of a firework fizzing prior to shooting off into some splendid patterns the kiddies like.

I watched the being for about fifteen minutes; it was mysterious still and I wondered why it was leaning over me, nothing much seemed to happen then it showed me three bolts of light one after the next. They were like mini-lightening bolts, twelve inches in length and electric blue. They were terribly pretty. They just appeared spontaneously in the darkness of the room. Then the being withdraw into the dead of night; it was 2.30 a.m. when it left.

I pondered it all for a while and I decided if god would was about to whack the world with a lightening bolt. My vote is Naples. Of all the several hundreds of towns and villages I’ve been to recently Naples is by far and away the most ugly. There’s domestic trash four-feet high in the streets and the people have a nasty predatory feel to them. They are like motorized hornets whizzing about on their noisy little scooters.

I’m not sure what my second choice would be after Naples, it’s neck-a-neck between Manila and Auckland. There is nothing particularly evil about Auckland but it’s very dull; the most boring place you will ever waste your time and money visiting. I’m not sure if God is allowed to scrub out a city for being dull, but we can live in hope, can’t we?

Bye for now.