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O.B.E ORACLE

Out of Body Experiences...Tales from betwixt and between

By Sarah St.ErthPublished 3 years ago 4 min read
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The Pleas and Prayers rang out, as if from all directions, as I descended into sleep. My mind never resists when head hits pillow. The instant draw outside of my body, a rarity, and for them to be so immediate, so insistent.

Emergent, and to the core. This call came from the deepest depths of love and anguish. From the deepest places within her, and upon her.

As my duty, written into my DNA, to answer, as it has been answered for me so many times. Like a strand to the beseeching call, I arrived.

She was brow to brow with the humpback whale, tears streaming down her face, as they were also streaming from the eyes of this giantess of the deep. She knelt starboard, as the she whale rose to pray with her for their mates, for their lives and loves. Her hands, tiny in comparison, embracing this Grandmother.

I had emerged from the periphery and could see their profiles in front of me, as I took in this scene, to my left he rose, his silky obsidian skin flashing with shades of grey,green and blue, like a living labradorite, he rose.

The Grandfather spoke his name to me....Leviathan, Leviathan, he telepathically repeated his name Leviathan, I am keeper of the depths, guardian of the gardens of Edaim. The lost knowledge of time and space the library within him.

His mate, and her counterpart, deeply bonded, with each other, with the very Planet. And also with him. He laboured, and tessellated on the edges of the next walk, knowing all remains in one form or another, for infinity. Knowing that this realm held Cosmic Importance. Loving so deeply. His heart also wanted to stay, with his love in the deep for eternity. His heart was breaking, he could almost not bare the sadness of it any longer.

She too, felt the depths of this sadness. It had taken hold among the two leggeds, and had begun seeping into the sea and the sky, as well as hearts and minds. To the sorrowful knowing of the awakened beings of the Earth.

“Tell them!” they cried, “tell them now!”

“Tell them Love is their birthright. Tell them love will be the name written there, in the grail chamber that they so thirstily seek.”

I kept vigil with this circle all throughout the starry night, and into the ethereal realms of the Milky Ways’ golden light, where all deep healing is granted. The many ages they had maintained their procession were stamped into the hearts of these four. Twin Flames of Twin flames, they met and called to me. To witness and assist, to convey the seriousness of our plight, and the imminence of its corona. The potential for it to be a return of peace and abundance or a descent into oblivion.

Together they wept, and I wept. For the lost, for the forgotten, for the sacred. For the healing of deep wounds, and the release and reclamation of a new day, for all life upon the Earth.

Five Souls attended, five souls amongst billions. Our Prayers were felt more than spoken, telepathically conveyed to the Grandmother on which we reside. She agreed, that Love is the name written there, in the deep. It will shine through all darkness, it will alight every shadow, it will transform every tragedy.

Rejoicing that these five had spoken to her, she had not spoken to a human in a very, very long time. She had begun to believe that she did not exist. As no one seemed to see her, and no one ever spoke to her. She had begun to think that she didn’t matter at all. Her heart filled with golden light as wave, after wave, after wave, of pure love enveloped them in all bodies, and in all forms. The gift was given and received by all life on Earth.

The Aquarian Age initiated, the circle closed and the courses set. The Earth Ship once again to consciously navigate the vast expanses of space for eons to come. This tiny blue ocean planet, this jewel of forests and rivers, reborn, re-affirmed and re-connected with its inhabitants.

All thanks to LOVE 💗

I hope you enjoyed my wave maker challenge entry, the O.B.E Oracle will be an ongoing series of articles that describe the dreamwork I am called to do, the adventures I have taken, and the things I have learned from my Out of Body experiences.

In deepest Gratitude, if you enjoyed this piece please leave a heart, and please also check out my other stories on Vocal. 🙏

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About the Creator

Sarah St.Erth

BC Born activist, Mother & Grandmother. Raised in Music and counter culture. My Pen name is an ode to my matrelineal lineage. Sign up for Vocal plus here

https://vocal.media/challenges/the-vocal-fiction-awards?via=sarah-wareing

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