Doorkeepers and Exits
by Stuart Wilde
For the first time in decades, I’ve seen a chink of light. I’m scared to believe in what I am seeing but there it is. I saw a clear vision of a very large, brown, dirty looking blanket, covering a city that I wasn’t sure that I recognized.
The blanket covered everyone’s feelings. It was deadly. It brought futility and despair, a sense that there is nowhere to run from a system that bleeds the very soul of ordinary people—a system that feels dirty, that infects our minds.
Spiritual ideals and community are marginalized, while isolation, importance, and state-sponsored nastiness is written up as noble, often under the pretense of protection. It is not surprising people can’t breathe; they must wonder if they are losing their souls. In a way they are. There are forces attempting to rob it from you.
Then again, things are changing at a subtle level. In the same vision, I saw the blanket moving and in one corner, a tuft of purple cloth was breaking through. It was as if someone has threaded a silk handkerchief through the thick brown glob that covered humanity. The silk is a symbol that says a new era is born, very secretly and very silently. Now, there is a tear in the blanket. Its overall strength and stability will be compromised. As the blanket breaks, you will become ever more bold and free.
Spread out your arms and rotate one full turn, the invisible circle you make describes the limit of your energy, your etheric integrity. Beyond that is mostly darkness: elitism, hatred, isolation, arrogance, and the potential of physical and commercial violence of the dog-eat-dog society. It’s a world of ghouls really. You’ll meet their human representatives at every turn, foot soldiers in the control trip of suffocation.
Hold to the integrity of your individuality and move away from the system as much as you can, especially its thought forms. The way the system tries to brainwash us to ingest its sugar coated platitudes allows many to be carried away. They sell their souls in return for status or security.
For decades, I hoped to build a Camelot, a safe place for people of warm hearts. A place where people would come to celebrate life unfettered by the pollution of the ghouls and the ever-watchful eye of the drones. In a certain way, I managed to test my ideas quite successfully, pulling people together in gatherings and various events but people weren’t ready, nor was I. Eventually I came under serious ghoul attack and I didn’t have enough supporters or money to hold the position, so I retreated.
Many times, I have met incredibly creative, unusual people that act as doorkeepers to another world. They are all still there guarding the doors, nothing has changed, and because the doorways aren’t normally visible, they will always be there. On a few occasions on my travels, I’d find someone that was really “likely” so I’d drop them off at the right spot, knowing they’d figure it out over a period of time.
In the end of several years of looking, I had found four doorkeepers that know they are doorkeepers, and four more that are in the up-and-coming category. They haven’t quite got it yet but they will in time. Every doorkeeper has the potential of a hidden dimension beyond him or her, so there must be many Camelots.
After the doorkeepers, I did something that is unusual for me. I did nothing. I just waited to see if these people would develop any support. Nothing happened for a long time but then one day a couple of months ago, I saw a vision that told me of a new dignity, and suddenly I had a ferocious sense that a turnabout is underway. People are coming, real supporters, selfless ones.
Not just human beings but also beings that formally existed elsewhere, transdimensional entities are now here to help. The trick is to call them in to your life, at night when it is quiet, say to the God Force, “Oi, send in some helpers! I’ve been plugging away on my own for a long time and I’m hurting. I could use some real help. Thanks.”
In the past people were scared to commit and the vile control system was still all-powerful. But now the blanket is breached; you’ll see the system take a few big hits and that will help ordinary people feel less scared and it will rattle the controllers and the ghouls that empower the controllers.
But watch, over the next few months, you’ll start to feel freer and more adventurous, and where there was despair, you’ll suddenly feel a ray of hope. It will fade and then come back several times but eventually you get that ray of light as a permanent gift and it will carry you to other places. You can come out from under the blanket and make a run for it if you have the courage to do so.
© 2012 — Stuart Wilde.
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[Hat tip: The Swam ;]