Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Equinox Diamond Grid Activation

March 22, 2010
There is energy and power here,
The energy to transform,
The grids are open to possibility,
The grids are alive,
To love and light.

The diamond grids are aligning themselves to Source,
And are pleased to be recognised.

The power centres are activated,
And the codes that were written long ago,
Have become alive again.

Their ancient secrets will be revealed,
For all of you to behold,
And the truth will be told,
Of your true identity,
As children of the stars,
And children of Earth,
A blend of the two.

Alive to possibility you dance on the sands of time,
Like the radiant sons and daughters you are.

Finally, all will be revealed...

And we will be with you again,
Openly, obviously,
For all the world to see,
And many will cry and wonder why,
It has taken so long for us to return to you.

But you guardians will know,
You messengers will know the truth,
You will find the words to guide the others on,
Through time and space,
And their heads will spin on their shoulders,
As they stare at the sky.

The new times are here,
The new times are upon you,
And the past dies.

We will reveal ourselves to you,
And you will cry with joy,
As you watch our ships pass by,
A thousand-fold filling the sky.

Soon my children,
Soon all will be revealed,
Soon all will become clear,
To those of you who have been so patient,
To those of you have waited so long,
For these days to arrive.


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