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Miranda
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A Vision of The Future By Barbara Stanley I was giving my eyes a break from the monitor, listening to the score from the Kama Sutra film, and I gazed out the office windows onto the forest beyond. Although I was expecting to focus on the distance, I went farther than I could imagine. Suddenly the trees and brush disappeared and I went into reverie. I felt as though my insides were spinning one way, my outside, another and this dizziness gave me the eyes to 'see' our magnificent planet, a blue jewel suspended in the black velvet of space, this intense new image obliterating the serenity of the woods. There, upon concentrated gaze, I saw a web forming just in orbit around the entire earth. It was grayish and reminded me of the cobwebs that adorn the beams in the basement. Kind of grungy really, and not so beautiful as the newly spun. But this web in my vision gave me a chill and made me uncomfortable. My curiosity was awakened and I gazed on. In very short order I 'knew' this was the corrupt "tangled web" woven by the current occupants of the White House--saw Hillary as the black widow who had created this nasty piece of work. Then appeared above this first web, a second--more refined, reminding me of the spun sugar often made to adorn the French dessert, Croque en Bouche: a delicate but crunchy and substantial confection that is pure joy in la bouche, the mouth, on the tongue, against the teeth, as it crackles into dissolution. This second, sublime web glistened and sparkled in the glow of the distant centre of our Solar system, our Sun, and I recalled all I had learned about our Solar Logos, our sustainer of life here. I started to think about photosynthesis, seeing bits of light absorbed by the leaves of the plants surrounding me, creating the energy of their very life as this light disappeared into the green surfaces. Then that energy appeared before me as I turned my gaze to the monitor, the keyboard: my tower. I remembered, that we are all, in our most simple reduction, electricity/energy/God. Every cell in our body carries an electrical charge, as all who have walked across a carpet in winter see, when a finger tip makes contact with a doorknob. I saw a lightning flash flow from my fingers as I was typing, to the words as they appeared on the monitor, to be emailed -- all electricity, energy, God. I was connected in this current to the modem, the phone company, the recipients, their souls, their essential Godstuff. I knew we who work in this way connect to each other and do God's work--and then my mind flew to the remembered words "Whenever two or more are gathered in My Name, there I AM also". And I was acutely aware of the exponential nature of conjoined electricity and how the whole become much, much greater than the sum of its parts. So, gentle reader, you might think you just sit and communicate, but the Truth is we join, with each other, through our electricity, to become the power of God, for whom nothing is impossible. I am thankful for my visions, trustful of our labours of love and of their effectiveness to change the world, to bring upon the thousand years of peace, ushering in the One Hundreth Monkey Theory. As I stand here, on the brink, together in this sacredness with you all, I feel the rising Sun warming our faces. Barbara Stanley is also a contributor to Femme Soul and is a columnist for Ether Zone. She can be reached at base@warwick.net
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