I hear the word 're-emergence' whispered in my mind ... my mind the recipient of a gossamer thread of inspiration from within the inner planes. The realm linking mind and consciousness to eternal consciousness. A mystery endures. It's energy floating as flotsam around and around upon the sea of eternity. Energy will never cease. Once summoned, it's compulsion endures in all places ... at once.
Signatures of anything and everything can be deciphered in the most unusual of places. Life is a holographic image. Within itself and part of itself.
Philosophy fading now. Making sense of the image of hazy morning mists. The sun shimmering through upon the millpond surface of an unknown shoreline. The sense of a whale nearby. Seagulls following trawlers through the mists towards home.
One such trawler followed now across the unrelenting calm of an ocean somewhere within the seven seas. Moving on then towards a sleepy town. A flash of green grass within those confines. The image weaving, shifting and changing now ...
As a group of three stand before me in my mind's eye. One is most certainly a woman. Rather nervous in my gaze. Remember I look into the astral plane. I must warn. This is a reflection of the manifest plane. The woman can see me. She is well versed in the arts too. She reaches out with her own mind. She is well practiced in the meditative arts. Religion studied and followed. A sympathizer of Islam. A cheater within the Catholic church. A link with the Anglican church. But she follows none but her own path. Her own destiny shaped by what had been written down long ago.
I watch now as she is weaving cloth into a pattern. Into a cloak of some kind. Impressions it is a disguise. Not a physical cloak but symbolic of trying to hide her identity because it is known to the wrong minds.
She is nervous now. The two others. Perhaps brothers or fellow followers of a little known cause. A cause though which is linked however to political causes. There is influence and money nearby here. A financier with so much to gain by the perpetuity of silence .... the menace of silence.
Nearby a sullen face looks out at me from behind a door with cracked and faded paint. One of the Two Old Dears appears in the image before me ... 'this is the one you seek. She is here for sure.' A flag of a nation appears then ... one which has appeared only once before early one in the trek. A river sweeps across the land in a basic S. This is the land I'd deduced once before ...
The sullen face of someone tired but not lacking in hope. Hope is reinforced. Hope endures because the original promise at the start remains. 'It's taking a little longer than assumed at first' when the promise was first made when it was a need to 'take her out of the way.'
It is still a mystery but only to those who are meant to see a mystery. It is the way it is by clever design.
I watch now the door close and there is the swooping sensation of lifting above the ground. I see now a harbour far below with many boats. Boats and yachts of every size and wealth. This is somewhere 'posh' and somewhere that has a reputation for visits by the affluent. Somewhere there ... a nervous male waits for the phone to ring. But who is not revealed.
Two figures play chess nearby it seems. Symbolic textures abound here. It is not what it seems. They merely play for time. Doggy paddle. Dragging their feet. But still the mystery ....
There is still to be a re-emergence. I hear it in the minds of the three. The central one has it on its lips. Re-emergence but when?
The woman watches too. Reaching out with her own astral eyes. Observing. Not expecting this roll of the dice played by fate. Not what was planned when it was discussed.
MJ
