Posts Tagged ‘Prophecy’

Joanna Macy ~ Shambhala Warrior Prophecy

Time for this one to go up again! Story time with Joanna Macy:

Oracle Report ~ Monday, June 29, 2015

Although posted yesterday, the following Oracle Report speaks to potent energies and alignments through this Wednesday’s Full Moon in Capricorn. Some people have even been calling this Jupiter-Venus alignment a “Return of the Star of Bethlehem.” Having grown up in Bethlehem (PA), with its huge star on the small mountain overlooking the city, I find this intriguing, but I’m not personally anticipating any imminent “return” unless Project Blue Beam gets activated. Here’s a short video describing this “superstar” effect happening today, although the narrator indicates “no effect on Earth or human affairs.” I guess time will tell. Meanwhile, enjoy the view, and do your best to make the most of these alignments!

Oracle Report ~ Monday, June 29, 2015

Gibbous Moon in Sagittarius: trust, magic

Goddess of Wisdom: Bagalamukhi (The Goddess Who Solves)

God of Wisdom: Ian (God of The East)

Skill: grasping truth when it glimmers

True Alignments: evolving mindset, reaching out, shifts in perception, the ability to laugh at oneself, creating harmony, tuning in to a bigger picture, noticing and acknowledging the skills/talents/uniqueness of others, inspiring greater things, connections

Catalysts for Change: illusions, reactions from instinctual nature, arguments that lead to stalemate, spreading disharmony/fear, distracted from mission, denial, in over one’s head, meaninglessness

Sabian Symbol for the Lunar Month: “winter frost in the woods”

Sabian Symbol for Solar-Lunar Year: “the music of the spheres”

A beautiful and remarkable thing has begun in the starry skies and is building through Tuesday night. The planets Venus and Jupiter are moving into the same “place,” shining a beacon as they converge at the degree of the Sabian symbol “a carrier pigeon fulfilling its mission.”

Clarity about direction, course, senses, intuition, beliefs, information, and assessments is delivered. The energy that is building provides guidance and information — special messages that guide.

The energy is “exalted” somewhat since Jupiter is involved. Jupiter teaches us things that stretch our minds, so whatever is happening now is designed to bring things to a much higher and expanded level.

Since Venus is the other planet involved, energy is added to what we value and love, taking those things to new levels as well.

This lofty event has a caveat. The conjunction of Venus and Jupiter makes an astrological aspect with Uranus. Uranus’ goal is always to change, adjust, or align us with what is in our highest and best interests.

We are just beginning to grasp the expanded perception, awareness, and insight that is on tap until the Full Moon and the Venus -Jupiter conjunction overnight Tuesday (exact conjunction of Venus and Jupiter is Wednesday, July 1 at 3:33 am ET/7:33 am UT). Until then, the magic of the Gibbous Moon phase continues to flow.

Thank you for supporting The Oracle Report – Laura Walker

George Washington’s Vision

People have been sharing dreams and visions with me, and these, coupled with some of my own recent dreams keep reminding me of Washington’s Vision. It truly feels as though we’re in the third challenge period. One thing to remember about premonitions is that they arrive as warnings and opportunities for change, not necessarily as “facts” etched in stone. Many times, premonitions have caused me to alter plans or focus, only to discover later that had I not paid attention to the dreams, visions or intuitive nudges, I would have met with harm, discomfort or even on a few occasions an untimely end. With this in mind, I share George Washington’s vision here — as having awareness of mystical input gives us an added advantage in honing our prayers and intentions.

No doubt, the US needs a major house cleaning, and the world, indeed, has become increasingly aware of that fact, even if many US citizens remain asleep. I know that through awakening, creativity and “becoming the change we wish to see in the world” that we can allow this deep cleaning and transformation to occur organically and without violence. By engaging our Shadow and taking responsibility for the havoc America continues to wreak upon the world through arms, funding and subterfuge, we can — like Jews around the world are doing with Israel — say, “No more. Not in our name.”

Just as this difficult Shadow Work has softened international attitudes towards individual Jews instead of lumping them in with the State of Israel, Netanyahu and Mossad, so, too, Americans can revoke our permission for the atrocities perpetrated in our name. In doing so, we ask for forgiveness, atone for our collective mess and open ourselves to receive the help and support we need from the world our government alienates at every turn. As Americans wake up, the rest of the world will recognize that the US has been under a potent spell, along with much of the Western World. Awakening to responsibility isn’t easy, but it’s far easier than the current alternatives. With freedom comes responsibility; indeed, true freedom never comes without it.

For your consideration:

From USHistory.org

Washington’s Vision

In the National Tribune, 1880, an article appeared giving an account of the “Vision of Washington” at Valley Forge. The account was told by a gentleman named Anthony Sherman, who supposedly was at Valley Forge during the winter of 1777-78. The story has been published several times.

Some people will say that it is substantiated by the fact that a copy of the account is in the Library of Congress. This argument of authenticity is misleading in and of itself. The Library of Congress has copies of anything published. That does not indicate accuracy of the content.

I am unaware of any eighteenth-century evidence that corroborates this story. The soldier mentioned as having a first-hand account of the “Vision,” Anthony Sherman, was a soldier in the Continental Army. However, according to his pension application, written by him, he states that he was at Saratoga under the command of Benedict Arnold at the end of 1777 and only joined the main forces in 1778 in New Jersey just before the Battle of Monmouth.

Anthony Sherman wrote:

You doubtless heard the story of Washington’s going to the thicket to pray in secret for aid and comfort from God, the interposition of whose Divine Providence brought us safely through the darkest days of tribulation. One day, I remember it well, when the chilly winds whistled through the leafless trees, though the sky was cloudless and the sun shown brightly, he remained in his quarters nearly all the afternoon alone. When he came out, I noticed that his face was a shade paler than usual. There seemed to be something on his mind of more than ordinary importance. Returning just after dusk, he dispatched an orderly to the quarters who was presently in attendance. After a preliminary conversation of about an hour, Washington, gazing upon his companion with that strange look of dignity which he alone commanded, related the event that occurred that day.


“George Washington’s Vision”

This afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaged in preparing a dispatch, something seemed to disturb me. Looking up, I beheld standing opposite me a singularly beautiful female. So astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed, that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the cause of her presence. A second, a third and even a fourth time did I repeat my question, but received no answer from my mysterious visitor except a slight raising of her eyes.

By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I assayed once more to address her, but my tongue had become useless, as though it had become paralyzed.

A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, vacantly at my unknown visitor. Gradually the surrounding atmosphere seemed as if it had become filled with sensations, and luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor herself becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my sight than before. I now began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensations which I have sometimes imagined accompany dissolution. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move; all were alike impossible. I was only conscious of gazing fixedly, vacantly at my companion.

Presently I heard a voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn,” while at the same time my visitor extended her arm eastwardly, I now beheld a heavy white vapor at some distance rising fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated, and I looked upon a stranger scene. Before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world — Europe, Asia, Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America the billows of the Atlantic, and between Asia and America lay the Pacific.

“Son of the Republic,” said the same mysterious voice as before, “look and learn.” At that moment I beheld a dark, shadowy being, like an angel, standing or rather floating in mid-air, between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean in the hollow of each hand, he sprinkled some upon America with his right hand, while with his left hand he cast some on Europe. Immediately a cloud raised from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary, and then moved slowly westward, until it enveloped America in its murky folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through it at intervals, and I heard the smothered groans and cries of the American people.

A second time the angel dipped water from the ocean, and sprinkled it out as before. The dark cloud was then drawn back to the ocean, in whose heaving billows in sank from view. A third time I heard the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn,” I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages and towns and cities springing up one after another until the whole land from the Atlantic to the Pacific was dotted with them.

Again, I heard the mysterious voice say, “Son of the Republic, the end of the century cometh, look and learn.” At this the dark shadowy angel turned his face southward, and from Africa I saw an ill omened specter approach our land. It flitted slowly over every town and city of the latter. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other. As I continued looking I saw a bright angel, on whose brow rested a crown of light, on which was traced the word “Union,” bearing the American flag which he placed between the divided nation, and said, “Remember ye are brethren.” Instantly, the inhabitants, casting from them their weapons became friends once more, and united around the National Standard.

“And again I heard the mysterious voice saying “Son of the Republic, look and learn.” At this the dark, shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth, and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean, he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa. Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: From each of these countries arose thick, black clouds that were soon joined into one. Throughout this mass there gleamed a dark red light by which I saw hordes of armed men, who, moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to America. Our country was enveloped in this volume of cloud, and I saw these vast armies devastate the whole county and burn the villages, towns and cities that I beheld springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, clashing of sword, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I heard again the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn” When the voice had ceased, the dark shadowy angel placed his trumpet once more to his mouth, and blew a long and fearful blast. “Instantly a light as of a thousand suns shone down from above me, and pierced and broke into fragments the dark cloud which enveloped America. At the same moment the angel upon whose head still shone the word Union, and who bore our national flag in one hand and a sword in the other, descended from the heavens attended by legions of white spirits. These immediately joined the inhabitants of America, who I perceived were will nigh overcome, but who immediately taking courage again, closed up their broken ranks and renewed the battle.

Again, amid the fearful noise of the conflict, I heard the mysterious voice saying, “Son of the Republic, look and learn.” As the voice ceased, the shadowy angel for the last time dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious!

Then once more I beheld the villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seen them before, while the bright angel, planting the azure standard he had brought in the midst of them, cried with a loud voice: “While the stars remain, and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Union last.” And taking from his brow the crown on which blazoned the word “Union,” he placed it upon the Standard while the people, kneeling down, said, “Amen.”

The scene instantly began to fade and dissolve, and I at last saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I at first beheld. This also disappearing, I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious visitor, who, in the same voice I had heard before, said, “Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus interpreted: Three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful is the third, but in this greatest conflict the whole world united shall not prevail against her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for his God, his land and the Union.” With these words the vision vanished, and I started from my seat and felt that I had seen a vision wherein had been shown to me the birth, progress, and destiny of the United States.

Red Rears Her Head: Sun Square Cassandra

I received this in an email today and thought it was worth reposting. There’s a bit of a language alert, but nothing major. 🙂

Red Rears Her Head: Sun Square Cassandra

Posted on July 24, 2012 by Eric Francis at Planet Waves, Inc.

By Melinda Hasting

The rarely discussed asteroid (114) Kassandra takes a square from the Sun on Wednesday. Discovered July 23, 1871 by C.H.F. Peters, she’s named after the prophetess Cassandra of Greek mythology. “Kassandra” means “she who entangles men.” So of course, she had red hair.


Cassandra by Evelyn De Morgan (1898, London), shown in front of the burning city of Troy.

Because she was exceedingly beautiful, Apollo conferred the gift of prophecy upon her. She received the gift, yet declined to be Apollo’s consort. Infuriated because he couldn’t rescind the gift, he cursed Cassandra with powerlessness-he called her crazy. No one would believe any of her predictions, including the downfall of Troy and of the Trojan Horse.

A victim of violent rape, Cassandra was eventually murdered.

The Cassandra myth, a deeply complex tragedy on the misapplication of gender power, has unfortunately remained in its suppressed format: its modern application is The Cassandra Syndrome, a psychological disorder often coined for powerless, intuitive women who place themselves in physical and emotional danger by failing to articulate their needs.

But the ramifications of scorn warrant more attention as Kassandra is squared by the Sun (Apollo) this week. Could she air her needs with a little more force and finally be heard? Or will Apollo just call her nuts and pretend she’s not even there?

By one analysis, you might say a kind of ideal one, the masculine force awakens each day searching for the freedom to conquer and create. The feminine force awakens each day searching for love, understanding and the strength to preserve. There are other ways to look at it, though this is one perspective.

When the two scorn each other, entire generations can be affected by the misunderstanding. Consider the generalized fable of the modern American Divorced Family – Daddy the Womanizer and Mommy that Crazy Bitch – and its devastating implications to the children who hear it each night before bedtime.

Most of us can identify full circle with romantic rejection. We’ve rejected another person, sometimes for good reason and (let’s be honest) sometimes for the hell of it because we were confused. Or something. You feel like a piece of shit when you’re doing it, and yet you can’t not do it because romantic love has a lot of basis in intuition, which often trumps reason and even other people’s feelings.

But then there’s the other side of it, the being rejected side. This is the Moon side of it, the slow-mo, painful, cry-into-the-pillow side. It’s where we get to re-examine our motives and worthiness. Therein, we either let the Circle of Misunderstanding come to its full revolution (revelation) or we create a spiral of resentment for future go-rounds (usually with new people).

This new great awakening we’re experiencing has the upside of allowing us to reconsider the ways we’ve interpreted our mythology to suit a world driven by consumerism, duality and painful relationships. We do have the ability to reasonably consider that both Apollo and Cassandra are ready to heal up and acknowledge that rejection hurts and that there are loving ways to take space in relationship to others.

We no longer need to call another crazy to diminish their value; we can merely acknowledge we don’t always understand them. Moreover, we’ve reached a point in our collective maturity where it’s important to clearly state our boundaries before jumping into commitments we’re not able to keep.

Cassandra forebodes. She tells of impending danger in the hopes of averting tragedy. Let’s listen.

Link to original article here.

(From Laura: I take this energy as a call for everyone to honor intuition, not letting shame or ridicule influence what we know and feel as our own inner truth. If something feels off, then it’s ok to sidestep that situation or relationship until the energy rebalances. This is a time when the mantra, “I am always in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing” is extremely powerful and calming. Rest in the knowledge that you are tuned in and have everything you need if you but open your inner eyes, ears and heart.)

Prophetic Dreams

In another round of plagiarizing my earlier self, I decided to share some dreams I recorded in 2000. I have to admit, I have freakin’ awesome dreams. 🙂 I download door ideas, find places to live, receive information to help clients and friends, and sometimes just feel overwhelmed by the beautiful images, colors and music. Yes, music. I often awake to chants or songs that continue to play through my brain as it fully embraces each new day.

During the year 2000, I lived in Evanston, Illinois, on the north side of Chicago, also right by Lake Michigan: essentially, the inverse of Hyde Park, with Northwestern instead of University of Chicago as the “college” in that neighborhood. Still completely disabled from my 1998 brain injury, I spent most days lying on the couch and meditating, going to visual therapy, listening to books/lectures on tape and eating out with friends. Despite the massive headaches and brain fog, 2000 remains one of the richest writing years for me. I could not reread what I wrote, and it’s possible that right now is the first time I’m unearthing many of the gems I left behind. I’m so glad I did. A decade + later, I see that the following dreams and journal entries have proven uncannily prophetic in my life. I hope you find them inspirational and insightful in yours as well:

5/7/00

“WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT.”
“BE THOU MY VISION, OH LORD OF MY HEART.”
“Go, Your Faith has healed you.”

“Even youths grow tired and weary
Even young men stumble and fall
But those who hope in the Lord shall renew their strength.
They shall soar on wings like eagles
They shall run and not grow weary
The will walk and not faint.”

5/17/00

Dreams

Last week:

I looked up and saw a brilliant white light which shot down into my mouth. I ate it like food and asparagus stalks sprouted from my head. They surrounded my face like rays of the sun, and people would pluck and eat the spears. The light fed me and the spears continued to regenerate as people ate them.

(asparagus=sign of prosperity
circle, sun, spiritual food)

Weekend:

Mandala. I stood in the center while four vortexes spun around me. I woke up knowing it was my calling. The shaman was the central point. The calling was four faceted:

spiritual leader
healer
artist
storyteller

9/12/00

Dream:

Focus point. Special place to focus through the hole that allowed you to see from an eternal perspective so that huge distances looked small. Depressed people were stuck because they couldn’t find the spot to look. But once you “got it” it was so easy to jump “impossible” distances. It was fun. I jumped like a somersaulting canonball across the ocean and it was like diving two feet off the end or a bed through a hoop. You had to look up at a special point and your perspective changed.

“What is impossible for man is possible with God.”


Another Dream:

I was hiding in a maze of hedges, looking at a man inspecting those hedges and hoping he wouldn’t see me, because I didn’t know where I was and I couldn’t move. To my horror, he turned and walked along my path.

He spoke to me and brought me to a trainer. I had to jump on a trampoline outside a small round window and attempt to jump inside it. This dream was the inverse dream of the one about jumping from the bed outside. Same principle applied. It was a LEARNED technique, kind of like visual therapy. There was an “aha!” moment that I just didn’t seem to get.

Lots of light blue and bouncing up and down. Then I accidentally ended up in the room. I didn’t yet know how I’d gotten there, but the teacher, who like my honors thesis advisor, was really excited and kept telling me to look at different points above me. There was one point that put the scene into the “proper” perspective that allowed a human to jump across the sea of over six feet of obstacles or into a light blue unknown.

It was like the circus. Fun! Once I figured out where to look. The “aha!” Once I knew where to look I could jump consistently. It brought joy and the sense of knowing not only that this world is just a matter of perspective, but the senes that with the right focus, one could easily move from time to the eternal and back again.

It looked like magic or impossible to an observor who didn’t know where to look, but “correct” vision showed how tiny and insignificant the gap can be. “My kingdom is not of this world.”

[Lots of fun in 2000! I was just starting some “serious” “funny strange” studies back then due to massive synchronicities that remain my primary life experience to this day. Wishing everyone clarity and love … Laura]