Rescued by The Hisatsinom 745. — June 5th, 2022
We are wandering in the desert of the far west in America.
It is The Time of The Great
Purification. We have no exact plan except to escape the worldwide destruction that has set the big cities of the world on fire and in anarchy. We are walking in Hopi Lands, the nation of the tribes who are called the Hisatsinom.
We are exhausted yet as we tire, our reliance on the power of our own inner spirit is increasing. Thus our attunement with The Great Spirit, Taiowa, The Sun of Suns, increases with each step we take, each breath we breathe.
By all
rights, we should be terrified, lost in the desert with no certain means to reach shelter and food. However, a sense of great calm and inner spiritual fire continues to arise in each of us. We feel certain we are being led aright towards our new life and new lives together as a new community of this new era of Aquarius-Kosmon.
The intense heat continues as the sun waxes on fire at high noon.
The Great Purification
continues, for the cities and their corrupted civilization as well as for those like us, fleeing their conflicts in order to start again. The haze and glare
of the heat is intense and yet it
opens our spiritual vision. We begin to envision
heavenly dreams from the spirit world.
And yet such visons are but our perceiving what is real in the spirit realms.
We, as guests of The Hopi Hisatsinom, perceive their guardian master spirits hovering near us,
called The Kachina. They are highly decorated as well as brightly attired: azure and emerald blue, golden yellow and silver and fiery red and more
are displayed. Their
costumes
are
fantastic in design, appearing as though another tribe from another world, almost as if they were wearing space suits, though definitely very bright and very mysterious, as their faces are covered by their creative, powerful masks they have donned.
They surround us and yet are leading us forward to some kind of oasis village in this vast and scorching desert.
As we march onward with them we find ourselves ascending slowly in the air. Now we too begin to shine, radiant with the gleanings of
our guides’ costumes they each wear in ceremonial style.
Our western clothes too
have been replaced with Hopi traditional wear, simple and protective.
As we arise, we see farther in the distance that there are various cities aflame and choked with black smoke.
As the black smoke flows upward in the distance, we soar the higher, serene and one with The Great Power and Love and Beauty of Taiowa, The Divine Creator of this world and all worlds.
A new beginning of new communities true to our universe, true to ourselves and true to all creations. There will be peace and harmony but much hard work
remains to be done before
these can be established more permanently.
Yet we are ready to work and to endure all hardships necessary to begin a new beginning where the Rainbow Warriors of a New Age, a time where all peoples of The Four Directions come together to begin a new utopia of heaven on earth and peace in the hearts of all tribes.
All Praise Taiowa! Taiowa who is Ever-Present within us, Divine and Eternal! With all our love we rejoice as one!