A prophesy is a story. Most people are familiar with prophesy as a prediction of future events. But prophesy is also described as “religious instruction”. Nobody really knows where prophesy comes from, as these stories bend scientific rules pertaining to the nature of space and time. Some prophetic transmissions are received verbally. Others come through visions or images, leaving a large degree of interpretation to the person receiving the prophesy. The prophesy I’m sharing now was received through a vision.
In the vision, I saw a little girl playing in a sandbox. But this isn’t just any little girl. This little girl is more powerful than any being in our Universe. In fact, in some ways, you could say she is our universe. Because in her, and other Creators like her, you’d find all matter for everything in our galaxy and all the galaxies beyond our galaxy.
One day, as this little girl was playing in her sandbox, she became aware of an odd light; something refracting off the crystals of sand, making them shine like diamonds in a way she’d never noticed before. The little girl didn’t know if the light had always glimmered that way, or if this was something new.
She looked around for the source of the light. Staring at the sand, she became fascinated at the glow which seemingly emanated from the sand itself. “How have I never noticed this before?” The girl wondered. “It’s so beautiful!”
As the focus of her gaze intensified, the glow grew brighter. The little girl was mesmerized as sand seemed to melt into a solid surface. The mirrored surface cracked horizontally and vertically. An intersection point of the two cracks widened, and a laser-like beam of brilliant bright light shone through a hole in the glass. Fascinated, the little girl leaned forward to peer into the pin-point of light, and caught a glimpse of her own reflection on the other side of the looking glass. She gasped in wonder.
Then something surprising happened. The little girl made a hiccup. Or maybe it was a small sneeze. Or possibly, a cough. Whatever happened, it was an accident. The girl was slightly embarrassed. “Ooops. Excuse me,” she mumbled. And quickly closed the crack that emitted the brilliant light.
The little girl realized she’d made a mistake, and the knowledge filled her with a strange sense of foreboding. Both the knowledge that she’d made a mistake and this sense of foreboding were new experiences, as she’d never made a mistake before. Too late, the little girl realized that her own curiosity created a tear in the fabric of the universe that she, and other Creators like her, had created.
The Creators used their voices to birth stars. They sung planets into being and hung moons in their orbit. The Creators walked the surface of these planets, causing mountains to rise and valleys to form. They breathed out gases like hydrogen, oxygen, and helium. With a sweep of an arm, colorful striations of rock and minerals appeared, forming layer upon layer of geological structuring.
One of their favorite planets was Earth. On Earth, the little girl flung her arms back, leaned forward, and as she sang the tone of water, raging rivers emitted from her mouth. When she danced and spun across the landscape, grass, trees and vegetation sprung up beneath her feet.
In those days, the Creators would sit together at the edge of the world’s oceans, forming all of earth’s creatures, each more unique and fascinating than the last. Creation was not only their truest form of expression, it was a form of play. In sheer bliss, the Creators designed each bird, fish, reptile and animal with colors and patterns intended to evoke awe and inspire wonder.
Every star, planet, rock, tree, plant and animal in all of creation was not only an expression of love, it was comprised of love itself. For within each atom – in the space between every proton, neutron and electron – was an energetic field comprised of love.
At each day’s end, the Creators rolled in the grass, laughing out of sheer bliss for the beauty they’d created. At the sound of their laughter, volcanos erupted, thunder clapped, earthquakes shook the planet and comets streaked across the sky. And all of it was perfect… until the little girl’s hiccup, or sneeze, or cough, introduced harmonic dissonance into their perfect universe.
The little girl sat in her sandbox, looking forlorn. She knew she’d made a mistake. It was an accident. And she had no idea how she’d done it or how she would undo it.
My heart filled with tenderness, compassion, and love for this little girl. In that moment, I knew she was showing me a memory, one that revealed the origins of human suffering. “How can I fix it?” the little girl asked, looking up at me with eyes that held all the beauty and wonder of the cosmos.
“I don’t know, sweetheart,” I replied. “But we’ll work on it together.”
Though those were the words I knew she needed to hear, I had no confidence that I could actually come up with a solution. After all, she was an infinite Creator. And I was merely a mortal having a very strange dream!
From the little girl’s galactic sandbox, I could hear the dissonance. It was a disruptive force in universal harmonics. Like an oil slick from a damaged tanker polluting the ocean, the sound was spreading in waves, contaminating the galaxy. The sound traveled for eons, its dissonance reverberating in an unnerving way, like a car alarm going off in the middle of the night.
“Why can’t you just sing the dissonance into harmony?” I asked the little girl. “After all, you and the other Creators used your voices to create galaxies. Just sing it all back into alignment.”
“We tried that,” the little girl replied. “But as soon as we start singing, discord pollutes our harmony. The louder we sing, the louder the discord becomes, until the Universe itself screams back its dissonance.”
I thought about the image of the oil slick from a damaged tanker. The little girl and all the Creators were pure, like clean water. They couldn’t permeate the oil slick. They needed something that would dissolve the dissonance, something that would eat it, consume it, breaking it down into harmonic fragments so small, they couldn’t reform into discord.
The Creators needed a resonance chamber that could hold the dissonance, containing it until it could be broken down and digested.
Something was tugging at the edge of conscious thought. I turned to look at the little girl. She was staring at me, waiting for the puzzle pieces to fall into place. Looking into her eyes, I saw the solution and realized it was already unfolding.
“We humans are the resonance chambers,” I murmured. The little girl nodded. “As we process our fear, pain, and despair, the discord resolves.” She nodded again. “We play out scenarios, like themes in a movie, plots in a book. We adopt personas, archetypical characters to evoke drama. Then, when we heal our emotional wounds, the entire cosmos heals. Dissonance is broken down and digested.” The little girl smiled and nodded.
Another revelation formed in my mind. With wonder, I exclaimed, “We are you! You are us! We are the Creators.”
“Yes!” The girl clapped her hands together in joy. “In our pure form as Creators, we are not capable of anything you would consider emotion. The closest human resonant energy would be love or pure bliss. We created humans as the resonance chamber, then projected ourselves into human form. In order to feel emotions like fear, pain, or sadness, we had to create an illusion of separation. It’s a great “forgetting”, where in human form, we no longer recognize ourselves as infinite beings. The forgetting is necessary to truly believe the illusion. Once we believe our power is limited, we succumb to trauma, disease and even death.”
“Is it working?” I asked dubiously “Why does it feel like things are getting worse, not better?” I asked.
The child smiled. “I know it feels like that. As we get stronger, we become bolder. Through great suffering, we are capable of great healing,” the child replied. “And your planet is receiving help. New light forms are joining the battle. We are making great progress!”
I pondered this, then asked, “But why are you showing this to me? Isn’t that like cheating? If people knew who they really were, wouldn’t it spoil the illusion?”
The girl nodded knowingly. “There are many light beings who feel that the experience of emotional trauma is barbaric. A new type of human is emerging. Soon, pain and suffering will not be required. The process of awakening has already begun. There are many on your planet who are already emerging beyond the field of emotions into an awareness of energy that is more akin to your true nature as Creator. In this energetic form, you can re-calibrate the dissonance even faster than before. We will continue to project ourselves into human form, where we act as a resonance chamber to process the dissonance and restore harmony. But instead of playing out scenarios that create pain, the physical body will become highly sensitized. You will learn to play each other’s bodies the way a musician plays an instrument. It is a quantum leap in the evolution of planetary consciousness. And the change is just now beginning.”
With that, my vision ended.
A few weeks later, I laid in bed one morning, just at the edge of sleep and waking. I was thinking about the vision of the little girl in the sandbox. I recalled the image of myself standing behind her, almost as a mother-figure, listening to her story. Then I saw something in the shadowy space behind me and the girl. As the shadow took form, I realized it was the Father. With that, I slipped back into another vision.
It was the Father who had created the glimmer that the child saw in her sandbox. Her hiccup or sneeze or cough hadn’t been a mistake. It was orchestrated by the Father. The dissonance was required to inspire the Creators to create an illusion of separation. Through the illusion, God comes to knows what it is to be God. To know health, He had to know sickness. To love, He had to know hate. To exist, He had to know death. In order for God to be all-knowing, He had to know what it was to not know.
In this way, humans, Creators, and God united to create suffering and resolve it. This is the great mystery that not only gives purpose and meaning to every life…. it gives purpose and meaning to every moment of every day. Your healing and mine is part of a sacred duty. It is a precious gift that not only resolves universal discord, it helps God understand what is means to be God.
Each day, when you roll out of bed and your feet hit the floor, feel the magnitude of your value, your incomparable worth. And know that you are loved beyond measure.
