Last night, I had a feeling of foreboding. Strangely, I could feel it in my heart, rather than my solar plexus. I tried not to let it worry me, as I didn’t know what it was about and there was nothing I could do. So I tried to relax.
Later, as I stood smoking out of the window, gazing at the mountains, gently lit by the moonlit mist. So still and beautiful and somehow surreal, like a painted picture.
It felt like the Earth was waiting for something, like the calm before a storm.
I felt small then, aware of the magnificance and power of nature.
Then, an image came into my mind. I could see the centre of the Earth. A big hot, orange, burning ball, shifting and moving constantly. I could feel the immense energy.
Then the image moved upwards through the layers of the Earth, until I was standing on it’s surface.
The towns, roads, buildings and people, oblivious to all the action going on below.
The image moved up again, up and away from the Earth, until I was in space, looking at Earth from a distance.
I felt compelled to send healing and light out to the Earth.
It was a very powerful vision, and along with the pressure in my heart, I was feeling quite uneasy as I climbed into bed.
This morning, I woke to the news of the Earthquake in Chile. I felt it right through my body.
I am sending healing and love to those poor people who’s lives have been abrubtly and brutally torn apart. And pray that the ensuing tsunami will pass before causing more devastation, on the coasts of the Pacific Ocean.