Destruction Zone

Published Friday July 3, 2020 by support@quantumhealers.com

New Earth News

Dream information for the Human Collective
By Candace Craw-Goldman
July 3, 2020

The noise was deafening. The ground was shaking. It seemed like the very bones in my body were rattling and my brain was knocking around against my skull. There were the sounds of detonation, near and far. Explosions. Crashes and sometimes loud squeals of twisting steel.

At first there were pauses and some semblance of quiet intermissions but then, none of that at all. The overwhelming chaos just reached a crescendo that didn’t seem to have an ending.

I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know what was happening and I definitely wasn’t sure if I was safe or how much more of all of this I could take.

I could see giant earth-moving machinery. The kind that seemed so large as to be almost impossibly designed, built or operated by humans; moving, pushing, gouging out big swaths of dirt and pushing giant structures that came tumbling and crashing down.

It was hard to see what was going on. Dirt and debris filled the air. The grit lodged in my teeth. My eyes felt sandblasted. My lungs were hot.

I looked down and simply considered burrowing into the dirt, just where I stood, to escape or to protect myself, but quickly concluded it would be even harder to breathe if I did that so I just stood in the midst of the mayhem and cacophony and waited for it to be over.

And then, as if on cue, it all seemed to stop.

The only sound I could hear at first was a gentle but sporadic raining down of fine silt and particles. Clouds of billowing dust were still present but began to clear. I waited for the air to clear.

Soon I could see that I was standing in a big dirt trench. It was about 3 or 4 times as wide as I was tall and as deep as eye level.

I was covered with dirt and the soft and fine soil covered my boots and coated my clothing. Pretty quickly I could tell that this trench was actually a tire track left by one of the huge machines. I could see the tire patterns left in the silt, and the trench went straight and long and far.

Why was I not smashed like a bug in the road?

As more of the dust settled, I could see movement. People! Other people were here, thank goodness. They were in the trench or just outside of it, and those outside were hopping down in to join those of us that were. We just naturally began to gather, and more and more were coming.

As we got close to each other I could see smiles begin to appear on faces. These were not just people, but friends! Dear friends. Everyone seemed to be okay but a bit bewildered as we considered our situation.

And then we all looked up at the same time.

At the top of the trench was the Man with the Head of a Sun. And the sun was in the sky just behind him. And the sun looked huge. Giant in fact. It was far too large to be the “regular sun” It was blindingly bright but somehow we could look at it and the illuminated man who stood with his hands on his hips.

He had the look about him as a construction manager would, and it seemed as if the rest of us stood waiting for him to speak and provide leadership or direction or at the very least some semblance of explanation of all of this destruction and our current situation.

He took his hands off of his hips and held them out in widely in front of him, gesturing with his head behind us and towards the horizon. Then he smiled like a Cheshire cat. “This,” he said, “Is YOUR road to build.” And with that he gave a short bow and turned and simply walked away.

We were left blinking in what then became a deafening quiet. I could hear the others breathing and we all looked at each other. Now what?

It was then that we heard it. The unmistakable sound of running water. Just over the trench wall, behind where the Man with the Head of a Sun stood was a large and lovely gently flowing waterfall and a crystal-clear blue pool, sparkling in the air that continued to clear and cool. All of us just naturally began to move toward the water.

We would quench our thirst, we would bathe our bodies, we would wash the silt from our eyes. Then we would rest until fully recovered. Then and only then, we could begin to plan and build our road.

Candace Craw-Goldman

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