Shall I start with yesterday? Joining 3 girls at a tea table after the Sunday evening service, I asked the ring-leader, blond, knowedgeable, cheerful, whether she knew anything about crystal skulls.
I have a book at home.
Yes, and do you have any personal knowledge of them? No.
What about aliens? We are all aliens.
This was not what I was looking for. I was looking for the information about those who come from other dimensions and enter ours in this time.
What about crop circles? Well, I know about them.
Still not what I was looking for. Then the girl with black curly hair suggested just to write and not to sweat the small stuff.
So here goes. There have been too many nudges of late, from directly telling me to get on with it to meeting Maxine, my oldest living grandchild, at my daughter Emma’s funeral… and she had been to South America – aged 18.
Last year a novel about crystal skulls fell into my hands It was like the Da Vinci Code, all rush and adrenaline and completely forgettable to a pensioner with a poor memory. Then followed a gap of a year when life took over, and everything esoteric was forgotten.
However, a month ago, a book on the knowledge surrounding the crystal skulls, their location, types and function,
The last one, a couple of weeks’ ago, was a mind-blower because of two short passages of direct conversations with a skull, one passage being from the 1970′s. In this passage the earth changes and our part in them are clearly laid out, together with the reiminder that many of us have chosen to be part of this process, to help our beloved mother, the earth.