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Author: 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.