GOD'S PURPOSE OF HILLARY'S ELECTION
IS TO SAVE THE PLANET
IS ABOUT THE FEMININE DIVINE,
SAVING LIFE ON EARTH - OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE
This was actually two visions, about 5 hours apart on Tuesday.
The first was at about 12:45 p.m. I was late getting out of bed because I had been sick during the night, and Jim had moved our appointment for eyeglass fitting to 1:30 p.m. I was just barely staggering around, exhausted and feverish, when I read your e-mail about “the mantle of the Lord is upon her”. And I saw a clear image against the white wall behind our computer, of Hillary standing still in a dark red gown (perhaps with muted burgundy patterns, but I couldn’t see clearly), as a green cloak was lowered onto her shoulders by two winged beings, who might have been angels or doves. They were too bright to see, but I know that they had wings. The image faded, and I prayed to see more (and understand more). I had the feeling that I would see the image again later.
We went to the eyeglass shop, and while Jim’s glasses were ready to go (and he’s having excellent results already, because his new prescription is really helping him), my lenses were incorrectly made and must be returned to the factory. My glasses won’t be ready till Friday at the earliest.
We came home, ate some potatoes and salad for lunch, and I promptly became ill again, and spent from 3:00 till 5:00 in the bathroom.
Afterward, feeling really awful (not just from my stomach, but the rheumatoid inflammations which are a part of my lupus-like syndrome), I set up my “electric chair” and got into bed with Anya and a heating pad.
Ten minutes later (at about 5:20 p.m.), I saw the image of Hillary in her cloak, beginning to appear again on the blank wall in my bedroom. (Thank goodness that I have lots of blank white walls in my house, just because I was too cheap to buy different colors of paint when I renovated it!)
I knew that I needed to look closely at the cloak, so I asked Hillary in my mind, if I could approach her. Then I closed my eyes. Hillary gave me a little hand gesture (a kind of shrug) to indicate that I could come closer.
Her face was very serene and youthful, almost without emotion… again, it was like a statue of the Virgin Mary. She didn’t look at me directly, but nodded to me as I mentally walked behind her to look at the pattern of the cloak.
The cloak was a forest green, and from a distance it looked like a brocade or paisley pattern. But when I came closer, I realized that it was an embroidered tapestry of the type which noble women made during the Middle Ages.
(I am also in the middle of making a large tapestry… a four-seasons pattern which I have separated into sections to complete in the five years from 2004 to 2008. So I have embroidery imprinted in my mind right now, because I do each year’s section in the first few months of the year, and then set it aside till the next year.)
The background was a forest with leaves, and a river flowing downward from Hillary’s right shoulder to her feet, along the back of the cloak. The colors were mainly green and gold/brown/yellow. The water was silvery and I could see it rippling. The leaves were rustling, and I could see and hear them. There was a family of deer (male, female, and baby) kicking up their heels playfully in a meadow on the left side of the river.
This amazed me, because it was obviously needlework, but it was also moving. I could see birds in the trees, flowers in the meadow, and even clouds in a small patch of sky at Hillary’s neckline…all moving as if they were alive. I felt that this was a sign that Mother God, in the persona of Gaia (Mother Earth), had placed this mantle on Hillary because she would put into place something that would save the environment. And that this was so important that survival of the Earth literally depends on it.
I will never forget the pretty little fawn, the flowers which looked like dandelions, and the cool sound of the leaves and water. I stepped around to the front of Hillary’s body, and I looked at her face. She looked completely impersonal, as if she were in a trance. This told me that I was not to consider Hillary as an individual personality, but her role as a holder of God’s mantle. She was glowing and very beautiful, but did not look human. (Less human than when I first approached her.)
I felt myself leaving the image, as if I were being pulled backwards. I opened my eyes, and grabbed my pen to write everything down.
Since then, I’ve been trying to get it into a computer file, because I want all of the details to be available to Rasa. And I’ve had attacks from every direction. Jim prayed for me, and things are getting a little better. Anya is hanging around too -- she hasn’t left me since I got sick, even staying with me in the bathroom (which is unusual, because she doesn’t like the bathroom). And so, I’m hoping that this message will get out.
I’ve saved it to various places online, to a CD, and as a printed page. Now I’m sending it to Rasa in hope that she’ll receive it tonight while I’m trying to sleep and get my body ready for tomorrow’s adventures, whatever they may be.
One more thing: I don’t usually see the color green in my visions and intuitions. But lately, all of my Mother God-related visions have been green. The green seed that I saw at the grocery store, now this cloak. We seem to be literally fighting for the survival of the physical world right now. That’s my interpretation, anyway. Yours are very welcome!
Goodnight, Beloved. Talk to you on Wednesday.