a bright star in the darkness, vision 6/10/16

vision, thurs 6/1016

there is darkness flowing like a current
above it rises a lotus, fresh and lilly white
luminescent in it's clean whiteness
then replacing that is a vision of Christ
he is the same essence (as the lotus)
unsoiled and rising
above the current of mundane energies
then the lotus returns and floats down
slowly into this darkness
it is dark and only the outline can be seen
as it sinks little by little
there is nothing but a rich black remaining
quiet, like a dark mysterious night

what emerges next is Christ in a white
robe that is more earth like, natural in
appearance
he is parting the waves and walking thru
the path created
the waves rise up high on either side of him
and then the waves turn into stone, mountain
type of material
he walks thru the path carved out
he is not touched by the nature of any
of the elements on either side of him
he walks thru as a king that has taken
to himself only light and nothing more
and he is not at all moved by other forces
not for a moment
he turns more into light and has his arms
open
magnificent in his splendid presence, he is

then, a vision of the crucifix emerges
Christ's body is partly covered in tattered rags
the cross is lifted high up above the raging
waters and mountainous structures of
mental change and solid ideations
it rises high up
his feet can be seen facing closest
his head and arms more away
then his face emerges with the crown of thorns
on his head
and blood running down
his eyes are hollowed out and one can see the
universe within them (this is unfolding as i write)
the clouds, cold, stark jutting mountains with snow
capping them, clear, crisp, purifying in their energy
the storms brewing too that fall into rain showers
heavy and drenching
the sun breaking out and birds flying light and
airy
down below, the world is seen, vast and open
the small structures too that most live in and have
built and created walls up against the outside world
to hide away (energetically, not so much literally)
there are people walking, they are dark looking
in their silhouettes
things are moving, all of the ways that the world view is
seen
then there is a bouquet of flowers above
these structures that are separate seeming in nature
and  seen as this and that
and Christ is there, holding the flowers and smelling them with
great love and heart
and holding them out, like here, here is the sweetness

then, we return to his face with the open windows to the universe
his soul is not feeling to be  in that corpse so heart-achingly changed to
blood and suffering symbols, austere in it's ribs that are skin
and bones with dirt soiling the form that once shone as a man
that was here to bring light to humanity
that corpse is vacant of the pure soul at this time

the cross lifts up then into the ethers moving as a ship
or plane moves across the waters and sky
it is ferried upward, high and glorious
his form can be seen on it
slowly by slowly that form is transforming to looking
untouched as the world is seen below
coming out of view more and more

the cross then begins to burn bright and hot
agains the dark sky with bright stars about
it burns itself into the darkness and there it
changes into a light that melts and glows
and changes shape to a great star in which the
light is spread outward in luminescent spikes
spreading it's light in this blanket of rich darkness
for all to feel and see if they are in the way
of calling to him
and feeling him inside the heart where there are no
distinctions whatsoever

so this is where this vision is seeming to end
i had no idea how it would come out
though i saw some of it prior to writing
it unfolded mostly as i wrote it
completely spontaneous
my hands are not feeling so well truly
but writing this
they are moving like playing a piano
in which one is completely in sync
with the instrument
and the chords come thru of themselves

may all be well
and may Christ's love be felt in your life
whether you label it as this or that makes no difference
just may you be at peace and know that this thing
called death
can never touch the purity of heart

om shanti