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Skating Home Across The Veil. ~ By, Bella Capozzi. ~ September 3, 2012.
Posted on September 3, 2012 by theangeldiaries
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If wishes are intentions and intentions are wishes, then I wish that, finally, the
people of Planet Earth could live in a state of peace and abundance. I
wish that Mother Gaia could at last spread her wings, and that her
children could breathe fresh, clean air; the wars and the suffering
would come to an end, right now, and the land and the water
would be pure, unpolluted and thriving with life. The veil of secrecy
is so ridiculously obsolete, and I fervently pray that it be ripped away
to expose the magnificent paradise of 5D Earth, which lay just on the
other side. Yes, it’s real-honestly- and it’s there, ready and
waiting. Now all that’s left for us to do is to choose the correct road
to get there, check our baggage at the door and move in. The horrors
we leave behind in 3D will be only a distant and incomprehensible
memory; hard lessons never to be repeated.
I danced and played all night in a place just over the
horizon. But just like it happens every morning, that experience is
ending and it’s time to cross over the bridge and go back to work. And
like I do every time, I resist. Please don’t make me go back yet. Can’t I stay just a tiny bit longer? So I cling and I hold on. I notice that my feet feel heavy, and I look down and realize that I’m wearing my figure-skates. Perfect.
This means I’ll be able to go even faster and catch up with “Them”. I
take off down the street-a steep hill lined with palm trees, that ends
at a beach. I’m skating in the unhindered way used to skate, with no
pesky old sports-injuries getting in the way, preventing me from soaring
through the air and landing clean and painless jumps. I spin on my
toe-picks, pirouetting down the hill in a counterclockwise spiral,
faster and faster until I reach the beach. I speed past the shopping
centers at the end of the street and launch myself at the filmy wall I
see in the distance. I’m skating on sand as though it were ice. I hit
the wall and crash down onto the shoreline. No…
But something looks different today. It feels
different. Today the veil is clear and I can see right through it, to
everything that lay beyond. Instead of the wall being rough and solid,
today it feels gooey and gelatinous. Kind of like sticking your finger
into a bowl of Jell-O. There really aren’t words to describe the beauty
that I see on the other side. I can only compare it to looking into an
elaborately decorated store window at Christmas, when you press your
hands against the cool glass and and whisper, “I wish, I wish…”
In that window is everything on the list you mailed to Santa, and more.
Only this time it’s your list of intentions; your personal vision of
the New Earth, in colorful detail. And this list is not to Santa, but
to God. This time, nobody is going to swoop down the chimney and just
plop our gifts under the tree. We have to manifest them ourselves,
through love, forgiveness and good works. We’re being challenged to
find the doorway that leads into that pretty window and to figure out
how to stay there.
The sky is getting brighter now, and I look up to see it
artfully streaked with pinks and oranges. Here I go…I’m procrastinating
again. Only a few little stars remain, holdouts until the last minute,
like me. “It’s ok,” I feel them saying. “You can do it. You’re almost
Home.”
And so I wish.
And so I pray.
And then I look up at those tiny little stars-like me in oh
so many ways-and I set my intentions for the day. I intend that we will
win this battle, and win it soon. I renew yet again the vow I
made before I came here; to spread the light in the very same way that
I see the dawn breaking all around me, as it chases away the last bits
of darkness and illuminates everything in it’s path.
Then, just as suddenly as I left 3D last night, I’m back.
Back to work. Back to my day job. The sun is shining and it’s time to
get up out of bed and do it all again.
Good morning! ☼
Copyright © Bella Capozzi. All rights reserved. You may copy and
distribute this material as long as you do not alter it in any way, the
content remains complete and you include this copyright notice.
Thanks to: http://theangeldiaries.org
Posted on September 3, 2012 by theangeldiaries
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If wishes are intentions and intentions are wishes, then I wish that, finally, thepeople of Planet Earth could live in a state of peace and abundance. I
wish that Mother Gaia could at last spread her wings, and that her
children could breathe fresh, clean air; the wars and the suffering
would come to an end, right now, and the land and the water
would be pure, unpolluted and thriving with life. The veil of secrecy
is so ridiculously obsolete, and I fervently pray that it be ripped away
to expose the magnificent paradise of 5D Earth, which lay just on the
other side. Yes, it’s real-honestly- and it’s there, ready and
waiting. Now all that’s left for us to do is to choose the correct road
to get there, check our baggage at the door and move in. The horrors
we leave behind in 3D will be only a distant and incomprehensible
memory; hard lessons never to be repeated.
I danced and played all night in a place just over the
horizon. But just like it happens every morning, that experience is
ending and it’s time to cross over the bridge and go back to work. And
like I do every time, I resist. Please don’t make me go back yet. Can’t I stay just a tiny bit longer? So I cling and I hold on. I notice that my feet feel heavy, and I look down and realize that I’m wearing my figure-skates. Perfect.
This means I’ll be able to go even faster and catch up with “Them”. I
take off down the street-a steep hill lined with palm trees, that ends
at a beach. I’m skating in the unhindered way used to skate, with no
pesky old sports-injuries getting in the way, preventing me from soaring
through the air and landing clean and painless jumps. I spin on my
toe-picks, pirouetting down the hill in a counterclockwise spiral,
faster and faster until I reach the beach. I speed past the shopping
centers at the end of the street and launch myself at the filmy wall I
see in the distance. I’m skating on sand as though it were ice. I hit
the wall and crash down onto the shoreline. No…
But something looks different today. It feels
different. Today the veil is clear and I can see right through it, to
everything that lay beyond. Instead of the wall being rough and solid,
today it feels gooey and gelatinous. Kind of like sticking your finger
into a bowl of Jell-O. There really aren’t words to describe the beauty
that I see on the other side. I can only compare it to looking into an
elaborately decorated store window at Christmas, when you press your
hands against the cool glass and and whisper, “I wish, I wish…”
In that window is everything on the list you mailed to Santa, and more.
Only this time it’s your list of intentions; your personal vision of
the New Earth, in colorful detail. And this list is not to Santa, but
to God. This time, nobody is going to swoop down the chimney and just
plop our gifts under the tree. We have to manifest them ourselves,
through love, forgiveness and good works. We’re being challenged to
find the doorway that leads into that pretty window and to figure out
how to stay there.
The sky is getting brighter now, and I look up to see it
artfully streaked with pinks and oranges. Here I go…I’m procrastinating
again. Only a few little stars remain, holdouts until the last minute,
like me. “It’s ok,” I feel them saying. “You can do it. You’re almost
Home.”
And so I wish.
And so I pray.
And then I look up at those tiny little stars-like me in oh
so many ways-and I set my intentions for the day. I intend that we will
win this battle, and win it soon. I renew yet again the vow I
made before I came here; to spread the light in the very same way that
I see the dawn breaking all around me, as it chases away the last bits
of darkness and illuminates everything in it’s path.
Then, just as suddenly as I left 3D last night, I’m back.
Back to work. Back to my day job. The sun is shining and it’s time to
get up out of bed and do it all again.
Good morning! ☼
Copyright © Bella Capozzi. All rights reserved. You may copy and
distribute this material as long as you do not alter it in any way, the
content remains complete and you include this copyright notice.
Thanks to: http://theangeldiaries.org
