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1 – 200 of 756 Newer› Newest»I knew I was dreaming, but the phantasmagoria before me was so real, colorful and tremendously appealing, for it spread up into the night sky with a brilliant and flowering effect and gave me both a relaxed and wide-eyed feeling.
I could see distant explosions and great moving masses of people on the ground below, and I saw cities with mysterious lights in their midst, which appeared and disappeared with no apparently regularity.
Amidst all of this colorful convulsion I found myself singing "An undiscovered universe lies within that no one can see; It is filled with light so sacred, the materials of eternity."
And then I shook, or something or someone was shaking me and tearing me away from this beauty and mystery.
I opened my eyes and saw Zachary, Bram and Mia above me beneath a ceiling of a myriad colors and hues and heard Bram say, "Bishop Brennan, awake from your sleep, for your parents are here in the grotto, and they want to see you."
"We had to carry you here because we couldn't wake ya, but we all felt you were dreaming something fiercely compelling and enchanting."
And then I saw them as they came close into view.
As they embraced me with love and emotion, Bram said, "Everybody, meet Ben and Bobbi Brennan, Bishop's father and mother."
The huge crowd of people cheered with jubilation as my parents and I and stood before them.
People were clapping and standing; some with raised fists in the air.
There were children, hundreds of them..all races and colors; many stood on their seats to get a better view of the stage.
They all seemed to be the same age as Zachary.
My parents and I hugged for a solid minute; tears of happiness ran down both of my parents faces.
The immense love that I felt in that moment was sureal, and the crowd continued to roar with enthusiam.
I imagined this was how a famous rock star must have felt many a time.
Such undeniable energy!
It felt like family here, for the love, friendship and closeness I felt was not because of the grotto beneath the Kildare cottage, for it was huge and went off in all directions beneath a ceiling of what appeared to be crystal and amber.
It wasn't the grotto's secure and primal essence that kindled such knowing, but it was something far greater and was shouting at me from every soul there.
My parents were in tears, and I could see they were trying to compose themselves.
All eyes were upon us, and we felt at home and comfortable with all that were here as we faced the sea of happy and glowing young people and their parents.
"Thank you for such a welcome," said Ben, "and thank you for providing such a loving haven from the fierce fighting and commotion that exist on the distant horizons, though they seem to be coming closer."
My father didn't need a microphone because the grotto's acoustics was somehow being magnified so all could hear, and from his position on the platform above all his friends, he could readily see they heard every word.
"We spent so many months trying to find Bishop amidst all the fighting and large movements of populations as they adjusted to the frightening events, and then we found an underground movement that moved us with amazing speed from conflict to serenity on the high seas."
"I am telling you this because I know you love us and want to share in both our heartaches and happiness."
"As you know, Bishop was born without a face, but now he is such a beautiful young man, almost 15."
I felt great warmth toward my father as he spoke, and then my mother stood before everyone and said such amazing things.
"We were on the waves for 3 months and on that island for 18 months, and although we were taken care of by the underground, still it was sort of a rude experience and was agreeably broken up by a young girl named Emme who suddenly appeared and told us to expect someone who would take us to our son."
"To see that young girl was a life changing experience, and to eventually ride a powerful and fast boat to this area of Ireland, where it is so beautiful and green and filled with men, women and young ones who have a mission, is a vast relief."
As my parents and I stood before the crowd I suddenly noticed Emme enter the room.
She was walking, almost gliding down an open aisle toward the stage; hundreds of men, women, and children, exactly like her, filed behind her.
To an unseeing eye, all of them would have been invisible and undetected, but to this crowd all of them were known.
One by one people in the crowd turned their heads to watch these beautiful beings, lead by Emme, gather on the stage around my parents and me.
Famous poets, authors, composers, and artists, who had long ago left this earth, took the stage.
There were everyday people as well; some were dressed in modern day clothing and some were dressed in garments from hundreds of years past.
They were of every religion, every race, and they walked to the stage united; all joined hand in hand.
Zachary and the huge crowd of children like him all smiled and gently glowed a brilliant blue flicker of light as Emme and the crowd took the stage.
I sensed such love from everyone, and I knew great things were about to unfold on this day.
When the last person took the stage Emme briefly addressed the crowd; everyone stood from their seat.
We are so very happy to be here amoung this truly enlightened audience.
We have waited a long time for a gathering such as this; we have much to contribute, and we will...but for now our only message is of great love and appreciation for all of you.
Although our major purpose here is Project Generation, we want to celebrate our generations and our generation, and to do so Ian Smythe, Zachary Kildare and Bishop Brennan will sing our family ode, The Undiscovered Universe, after which we will eat a healthy and hearty breakfast that Mia and her sisters have prepared.
Ian, Zachary and Bishop stood before the huge crowd, perhaps a thousand people, and heard a familiar chord emanating from everywhere, it seemed, and then they began to blend in a blissful, cooperative harmony that took everyone by surprise.
As they sang the first line, they began to understand its deeper meaning for their large family and so sang with more depth, passion, desire and knowing.
A look of joy and astonishment appeared on the faces of all, for not only was the sound so extremely pleasant and ethereal, but a light shone from all three and lit up the stone ceiling's most precious parts.
And then hundreds of the young people joined in, and this most blessed expanded choir took on a totally different dimension, suddenly turning all the precious walls into a brilliant white and bringing out of the whiteness a great holographic image dancing and moving before them.
Everyone saw the images and continued singing, and as they sung, the holographic dimensions were filled with moving scenes of landscapes, populations, armies, movements and individuals caught within the dynamic fabric of their cultures and conflicts.
Their voices grew more sacred, angelic and powerful, and in the midst of the holograph, they saw great armies and individuals suddenly stop and look toward this majestic choir, without recognition, for apparently they felt or heard the brilliance and power, but couldn't see.
Bishop, Zachary and Ian suddenly felt compelled to stop, and the rest followed them into such a sacred silence, at which time the holograph instantly vanished.
Bram and Mia stood and said, in unison, in loud voices, "Project Generation will change the generations, and our generation will be blessed."
At that moment, the platform moved downward toward the hundreds of others in the grotto, and an announcement was heard throughout, "Let us eat, gain strength, and in love and power bless the generations."
Bishop thought to himself, "Breakfast is served."
In the blink of an eye before us were tables filled with a most hearty breakfast feast that Mia and her sisters had prepared.
The most delicious scent of fresh breads, porridge, potatoes, griddle cakes, and sausage permeated the air.
It seemed to be never ending.
With my plate filled high, I sat down next to Ian and Zachary and began to fill my belly with hearty nourishment.
Never before had a meal tasted so good!
As everyone enjoyed this leisurely feast, Emme appeared before us;in her gentle girlish voice she spoke:
Beautiful ones, as you enjoy the feast before you I bring you those who until this day no ears could hear.
Until this day, no eyes could see; but your eyes and ears are open.
You, dear people, are ready to receive the beauty and the wisdom of their message.
Please be patient, for there are many; but their message is of great importance.
Like me they are known as "The Once Dead", and they are all here to guide and benefit you.
Like me, although their bodies have since died on the earth you know, it is only NOW that we are truly alive!
We bring to you great love and wisdom.
One by one, before the crowd appeared great names I'd only read about in history books...and each had a message.
I was astonished because before us stood kings, dictators, rulers, generals, and soldiers from throughout time.
There was every nationality and every religion.
One by one, their message was of great love and was the same: THEY WERE WRONG!
One by one these notorious leaders and soldiers spoke to us: They were wrong to have sent Christians to the lion pit, they were wrong to have beheaded the French, they were wrong to have enslaved their people, they were wrong to have persecuted the Jews, they were wrong to have bombed the cities,they were wrong to have blown up the villages,they were wrong to have stolen the land, they were wrong to have fought over religion, they were wrong to have crumbled the buildings, they were wrong to have done it all!
Several hours passed as each Once Dead took the stage; I was fascinated.
All eyes were fixed on a very unmistakable face, Hitler; and although he spoke in German everyone could understand his mesmorizing words:
"When my body left this earth you know, I entered a parallel Universe.
I come before you to tell you that when I lived on this earth, I was wrong to have done the things that I did.
It was wrong to hate the Jews,and it was wrong to persecute them.
I do not hate the Jews, I love them, because we are all one.
I have been calling for someone to hear me since the day I left this earth; it is not until now that anyone could hear my message.
The tears I cry before you are not tears of guilt, they are tears of happiness, because finally someone can hear me and benefit from the mistakes I made!
You dear people of Killarney, I know that you can hear my message and you know that I speak the truth.
I had read about Hitler in my history book, and I had learned of the evil man that he was, but the Hitler before us was gentle, loving, and kind.
It seemed unbelievable but yet it was true; the undeniable hate these people felt in life had been replaced by great love and a deeper knowing once they were dead.
Now they wanted nothing more than to share this beautiful gift with anyone who could hear them.
This was the unfolding of Project Generation; no doubt there was more to unfold but this revelation was truly remarkable to witness!
I sat in silence and waited to hear peoples' reactions.
For I myself was bewildered and in shock by these incredibly awesome apparitions, who were very real, but not now participating in the present earthly legacy they helped create.
It wasn't easy to see all of these people and to take in their speeches, expressions, and wisdom, in addition to the hundreds and hundreds of other brilliant personalities I was still trying to get used to who Emme introduced us to.
I saw that Bram, Mia, Zachary, Dr. Fischer and Ian had expressions of shock and surprise at this turn of events with vast, inconceivable consequences.
This was too much for me to grasp, and so I wanted simplification, but it seemed that history and destiny had put me in the midst of Project Generation, with a scope I could barely imagine.
Emme saw my consternation and said to me and the others, "I see that you are understandably bewildered and in shock, and so I will make it much more simple for you by explaining, further, what Project Generation is."
When you came to the grotto, you saw hundreds of young people like Zachary, whom you know was born on September 9, 2009.
When Mia had her death experience during her labor with Zachary, she saw Zachary, and the hundreds of others like him who would be born the same day throughout Ireland and who would participate in Project Generation.
They are here, all born on 9-9-9, and they, with you and the unseen hosts of the past, will undo the, and turn upside down, the work of the powers that produced 6-6-6.
Everyone here knows what that means.
You saw what happened, Bishop, when all of you sang together.
The unusual crystalline, amber qualities of this grotto, the directing and spiritual force of Emme and those like her, your extremely powerful and gifted voices and spirits, and the vast natural power that exists throughout the earth's atmosphere, brought a holographic image of great armies and peoples, and many needy individuals into this room.
You saw the effect your voices and spirits had upon them, for they looked toward the power that you projected, though they couldn't see you.
You were looking at present day events, and you had an influence.
Project Generation is meant to affect outcomes, change minds, save lives, and change history.
Once a holographic expression comes into the grotto, we can do many things with it, including step into it and affect many there, or just project a sound so attuned to the spirits of the natural man, that they will stop what they are doing and consider seriously what else can equal their present sensation.
We are here to affect the generations, and each of us will have a small, but important, part in a much larger plan.
But I must tell you that there are opposing forces out there that, if they understand what we are doing, will seek to nullify all that we do.
History and the destiny of the world are in our hands.
As Emme explained in such simplicity, my mind suddenly expanded and seemed to open a huge vortex inside my head.
My ability and access to great knowledge kicked in once again, and I had a deep understanding of what was taking place here.
Emme, I said, " I'm beginning to grasp the significance of all of this...
These souls who came forth today, and the great message they spoke will help us with our undertaking of Project Generation.
In life, they all represented the dark opposing forces you speak of,and these forces are strong; they have an energy all of their own.
Hate, Religious Intolerance, Envy, Greed, Belief in Lack are to name a few.
These forces can end the world we know!
In the Universe these souls exist in now, such forces cannot exist.
I do believe they no longer possess Hate and I do believe them when they say they were wrong; but it is no my job to convince others...it is not any of our jobs to convince others on behalf of these souls.
They do not ask for forgiveness; rather they ask that we just understand what they say, because we are the enlightened ones who have the ability to understand this message.
We are the enlightened ones of 9-9-9 who can undo the powers that produced 6-6-6.
Through Project Generation we can begin to undo the strong powers of Hate and Predudice.
This will be a huge undertaking, and I know there must be more to be explained..from Bram, Dr.Fischer, and others; we are truly at a starting point aren't we?
We all will have an important part in turning upside down the world as we know it.
My mother and father and I had a lot to catch up on, and so we went to our assigned room to talk.
"Bishop, you are so spiritually advanced for a 14-year old, almost 15."
"What has happened to you."
"Please tell us", implored my father.
We spent several hours going over each other's remarkable histories, and I was so very glad they could be there.
"Father, I took a walk along the rocky corridors of this great grotto, naturally formed, they say, from ages past from natural forces and then given natural and scientific enhancements by Zachary's inventive and gifted father, and then blessed by Emme and the others"
"I looked into the deep and marvelous eyes and faces of hundreds of girls and boys of immeasurable gifts and wisdom."
"What else do I need?"
"Bishop, Zachary and Emme told me that you will be one of those to go in the first wave, with 300 voices ready to generate the necessary power."
"The Generation Council wants you and Ian to give a concert tonight in the Bratislava Castle in Slovakia."
"You and Ian will step into the holographic wall of light, sound and vision when the voices reach the proper levels, and Slovakia will be yours."
"Slovakia will be mine?", I queried.
At that moment we heard the beautiful voices of the 300 in the grotto, and I felt in unity with them all, as Ian did, I'm sure.
As we walked toward the flood of light and the rapidly expanding holograph, we saw the 4 spires of Bratislava Castle and the sumptuous green trees surrounding it.
In an instant we were there, still hearing the music until it suddenly broke off.
"Where did you two come from, and did your hear that amazing music?"
We turned and saw a very lovely lass so properly attired and with a totally endearing smile.
"Oh, hello," Ian offered.
"We were just taking a stroll in the woods here, and, yes, we did hear some very pretty music and thought it came from the castle."
"It was truly amazing."
Ian put out his hand and said, "I'm Ian, and this is Bishop, my friend."
"I'm happy to meet you."
"I'm Kay Zidovska, daughter of General Dinoja Zidovska, commander of all Slovakia."
Kay Zidovka reached out her slender hand and shook Ian's, then mine.
I'd hoped she didn't notice my obivious stare because I found her quite beautiful in a natural, yet simple way.
She had baby fine blonde hair, which fell just below her shoulders; her wispy bangs hung slightly in her eyes.
Her eyes were the palest shade of blue.
Her skin was porceline white, yet her cheeks had a subtle peach hue, and her body was like that of a prima bellerina.
When I shook her hand, I held on for just a few seconds too long, and when I realized what I'd done I pulled my hand away and smiled awkwardly.
She smiled back, trying to ease my embarassment.
I couldn't help but wonder why she was walking alone.
"My father and I love walking in these woods, for they occasionally feel so musical and magical, and for brief moments I think I see lights within them."
Bishop thought, "Someone's been here before."
"What does your father do as commander of Slovakia," asked Ian.
"Now, wouldn't you like to know," she teased.
Bishop loved the way she tossed her hair and, and moved.
"I've never felt this way before," thought Bishop.
Ian asked, "Do you live in the castle?"
"Oh, yes, we have a lot of fun in Bratislava Castle, away from the awful things we sometimes hear of."
"But why should we speak of negative things when you two boys can come to the castle and we can become better acquainted."
"I've taken a liking to you, so I'm sure we'll get along just fine, and when my father arrives, he can meet you too."
As Bishop walked by her side, Ian thought, "There's something about these two."
"The castle is about 2500 years old," Bishop and Ian, "and mountains on both its banks form significant strategic points at the entrance to the Carpathians comb, and so it has natural barriers against ground invasion."
"My father's noble profession, Warrior for the Slovakian people and servant to the great leaders of the wars of liberation worldwide, is what sanctifies this castle and this land."
"I'm proud of my father's profession and the thousands of evil-doers he and his armies have dispatched to their rewards in the next world."
"We're having a celebration tonight in the castle for my father's courage, medals, exploits and loyalty to the cause."
"There'll be singing and eating and all kinds of merriment, and everyone of great importance will be there."
Ian looked at Bishop and felt his thought which said, "Hopefully, we can carry out the design of Project Generation."
At that moment, Kay excused herself so that she could talk to the servants about the menu for upcoming festivities that night.
"Bishop, Ian, I won't be gone long...I'm just going down to the kitchen to make sure that all of the preparations are coming along; why don't you boys have a look around our beautiful garden and I will join you shortly."
As Kay left, Bishop was able to express exactly what was reeling in his mind.
Ian, how in the world are we going to convince these people, who are so proud of fighting, and who are so convinced that it is a good thing that they are ridding the world of evil doers that fighting and war is not the answer?
To these warriors there is honor in dying, there is a cause...you heard Kay speak of her father...tonight we are supposed to honor war?
...I mean...even if war IS in the name of liberation...it's just plain wrong....the hate just continues from generation to generation!
"Bishop...let's just step back from this a bit..just a little, we're putting a very huge weight upon our shoulders and I do beleive we are trying too hard; let's just enjoy this beautiful garden and walk a while," Ian motioned for Bishop to follow.
Ian tried to lighten up the mood, changed the subject and said, " Kay is very beautiful...don't you think?"
" I suppose," I matter of factly said; what I really meant was that I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
No girl had ever had that effect on me before; it felt strange but good.
As Ian and I walked along the winding path in the garden we came upon the most exquisite and exotic plants and flowers.
I was starting to feel better.
The air felt fresh and good to breathe; Ian and I took in long, deep breaths as we walked and enjoyed the scenery.
The sweet aroma of the many flowers was almost intoxicating.
"Bishop, since many people in Slovakia speak Hungarian or Slovak, with English popular among the younger ones, aren't you glad we found someone who likes English?"
"Yea, Ian, it is quite good."
"Ian, why do you suppose we feel so relaxed after all we've been through and what we know?"
" It's very serene here, and the sun feels so warm on my face...maybe we just need to rest a bit over here under this tree," Ian replied, and the two boys propped their backs up against the trunk of a large weeping willow tree.
The sun poked through in spots, so both boys closed their eyes to enjoy the warmth and tranquility.
The freshly cut grass was lush and fragrant, and it felt cool beneath their hands.
As they lay there with their eyes closed, they saw themselves in the castle in the midst of a lot of apparently important people, and they saw light coursing elegantly and generously through the castle as they themselves sang.
Their minds were taken further abroad and saw vast explosions, clouds, hurricanes and tornadoes.
In their own way, these things were beautiful and had a kind of musical symmetry that appealed to their sense of tone, rhythm and sound.
They felt at peace.
But then they both saw the suffering and fear of millions beyond the sacrosanct peace of this place, and knew this was a bubble of safety, and also of delusion, for something had to be done to fulfill the purposes of Project Generation and the Council.
But for some reason, at this moment, they felt they had time and would receive help from beyond the portal they used to enter this place.
In synchronicity, Ian and Bishop rubbed their eyes in almost disbelief; were they fully awake or still dreaming?
There they were, together under the weeping willow tree, in the grand garden of Bratsislava Castle; before them stood the great composer Bethoven.
In the distance, ever so faintly, they heard beautiful music.
Ian having been musically trained, recognized it imediately; it was Symphony No 3.
Bethoven, in all of his spendor stood silent for a moment, and just listened as the music grew louder.
Ian and Bishop thought surely they must be hallucinating, and then Ian broke the silence.
It is truly an honor to meet you, Sir Bethoven, and your music...is so beautiful.
"Do you know this tune?" Bethoven replied.
" Of course, my grandfather taught me well, it is Symphony No 3 "Erocia," Ian proudly replied.
" You are correct...did you know I broke all of the rules when I wrote it?"
Bethoven continued, "I caused quite a comotion in my day...one might say I was a pioneer by writing this in E Flat."
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