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AFRICA

I am standing on elephant grass. I am assuming that where there is elephant grass there are elephants. It is very tall but this is the path I must tread.  I wend my way through tall grass and I can’t see over it. I keep walking because not even elephant grass can go on for ever.  I clearly am in Africa for this is not India because I come to a round hut, typically African.  The  tall grass surrounds a clearing. You would never see it from a distance. You would have to be up close or in the air to see this hut, no I see a collection of huts now. The grass is up close to the compound leaving just enough room for people to walk.

I walk up to the first hut that I can see and look in. No people are present, nobody I can see at least. I go inside. It is very dark. I can’t see for the moment. Then I see two children on the far side, a boy and a girl. They are nervous of this white stranger. I don’t think they have seen a white person before. Their eyes are adjusted to the dark and mine are becoming that way. They crouch against the wall of the hut.  There are no adults, just the children.

It is no good me trying to reassure them for they don’t understand. I sit down on the floor and wait. I wait for their curiosity to get the better of them. Time passes. Eventually they get up from where they are sitting and begin to come nearer. I see they are both crippled, maimed. They were not born like that. They have been maimed.  One is minus a foot, the other one minus an arm. They are not in good shape. They make their way towards me, eyes big and round.  Because I do not move they feel comfortable but still nervous. I try not to look directly at them because it is too confronting. I look at the ground and see them out of the corner of my eyes if I can.

I put my hand out and look at them and smile. They are not sure. I keep my hand out. The little girl puts her hand out and touches my fingers to see if I am real. She explores my fingers with her little hand, the one she has left and begins to feel my hand more, then my arm and shoulder. Because I don’t move she comes closer and begins to touch my face. The little boy watches and doesn’t want to be outdone by his sister. So he too comes forward, touches me and then becomes bolder for clearly I am not going to harm them.  They allow me to give them a hug. I draw them into my arms and rock them back and fore. They start to cry then they begin to sob. The sobbing gets louder and more intense, deep, deep sobs from the very core of their being.

I look up and find that adults are there after all. They have heard the crying of these children and have come to see what has caused it.  They must be used to it by now. I am told they are not used to it for when there is deep suffering there is no crying. There is silence and patient resignation. They are beyond crying. I smile at them as they stand in the doorway and they come into the hut, as many as can crowd in.

(emotionally)  I don’t know what I can do here, except to be here and give them something from the outside world that isn’t gong to hurt them.  This is a place that is not reached by the aid associations, for this place is hidden and is not reached by the outside. I ask spirit if I can bring some hope, some light by being their contact. I ask for the rainbow bridge that has been suggested to reach down to this place and for it to be a bridge for the angels and the light so that they can travel this bridge when they wish. I ask for something better for them.

I am to take them. I to lead them to the rainbow  bridge and to encourage them to go over it to the arms of the angels.

A lots of children came in and formed a ring.  They shuffled around and made the ring in the shape of an eye. All the boys stood on the upper line (the eyelid) and the girls stood on the lower line.  As I watched the boys in unison came forward to the girls as if closing the eyelid.  They did this a few times.  The pupil of the eye was shown as the Earth.

We discussed what the message was supposed to be.  What do you think?

One suggestion by a friend was:

'In your vision, I'm getting that the children are the crystal, super psychic, and star children now growing up and maybe still coming in.  The opening and closing motion is something people do to clear the eye and make their vision sharper (blinking).  In their aggregate they (the children) will form the planetary third eye, acting as the focal point for incoming higher intuition and higher mental forces flowing into humanity.   The shape of the eye also represents the vesica pisces formed in the initial stages during creation and also in the evolving zygote when it is just starting to divide and expand.  So maybe it indicates a future birth of the higher psychic civilization.  Just a few thoughts.  The importance of helping these children connect to their destiny.'

I would welcome anybody's ideas on the meaning of the vision.

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