Oh, friends. Yesterday in meditation I visited an old city; there was a church. And when I came out of the vision I instantly found everything — I was simply astonished by the total likeness to my vision. This has never happened to me before: to describe in the smallest details a place where I have never been and could not have seen. It’s incredible!!!

“What am I doing here?”
“You’re changing. You’re changing the route.”
“Where should I go?”
“Look up.”

Above me a dome like in a temple, blue with stars.
I see an image of the Virgin Mary in the sky, as if the wind lifts her hair, and little cherubs with her. To her right a yellow light ignites through a web of green glass. As if there are green gardens in the sky, sanctified by the sun.
“Can I go there?”
“You were there.”
“Give me your hand, my child.”
The Mother of God took my hand and led me upward.
“You walked so long to get here, believing tirelessly. So look.”

They show a hall of incredible beauty. I can’t describe it. It’s something so great that tears stream down my face.
“The hall of the Lord’s temple.”
There is so much there, I can’t focus.
“You believed in God, he believed in you, because he always believed. You could not have come here by yourself; you were helped. You were guided here for many centuries.”
“Centuries?”
“Yes. Destinies happen here.”
Outside the windows I can see the cosmic sky.
“Your destinies are united with this place.”
You can pray by yourself, you can receive healing and your redemption through your spirit turned toward God. You have forgotten that you are part of him. Your souls, all of you, are bound together, as sons and daughters are bound by blood to their father, so are your souls. If you turn to yourselves you will feel it.

I seem to see everything inside myself, as if I am transparent, as if I have no skin and I can see the organs, even the heart. Everything is golden with golden contours. I watch how people are connected by golden threads to each other — these are the threads of feeling one another! From them comes a premonition when a loved one is unwell. I see impulses passing along these threads. Impulses like calls for help, calls for communication, for understanding. Incredible!
On the subtle plane you can communicate across kilometers with one another, like a telephone line. Transmission of impulses along the golden threads that connect us all. They do not tangle when a person moves. They are like railroad tracks, they simply click from one to another as the person goes on. Everything is so harmonious!

I ask my true, divine, multidimensional, spiritual Self to activate the channel of feeling, of seeing people for communication, following the subtle impulses built by my own intention to be heard and to hear others. So be it.

Thank you, I accept, I heal, I unpack, I download.