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Thursday, January 20, 2005

Earth Cleansing 

by Trendle Ellwood
I shared this on the forums but thought I would also like to share it here.

One morning last week as I was coming from my dreams I was in my car and God was washing the window over my dashboard, all at once everything was clearer, and I could see better where I was going.

I got up and went to see a friend of mine and we got to talking about things, the tsunami, and how it seemed like everything has changed and it is the end and the collapsing of so many things.

Then she told me about something that she said she kept thinking about and that was how people all over the world are reaching out and helping the people where this earth movement happened. And it reminded my friend of the blackout that happened in NYC and how people helped each other and there was less crime during that time period than unusual.

We talked about what I read that people got to sit outside and look at the stars in the sky for the first time in their lives ever, during that blackout. People talked to their neighbors for the first time. We felt that everything that was not aligned with love was coming to the service and being washed out. Our rivers and streams here in Ohio have spilled up and over their banks many times this winter and flooding surrounds us. Great big house are washing down the Ohio river, it is like the dam broke loose.

It seems that suddenly nothing can be hidden; any leaves stuck on old logs are getting stirred up and washed on down the river. And the debris created by `the wave` is getting carried back out to the sea. Everyone’s lives have dramatically changed or are changing.

We were talking about this when my friends ex came by bringing over little Job. Job is an enchanting mix of wisdom and innocence wrapped up in his sparkling eyed, two-year-old self. Job showed me his new toy while his Daddy joined his mothers and mine conversation, His Daddy declared that we were in the Apocalypse. Patty and I agreed that we were living it now. It was no longer in the future but the scales had been tipped and everything was sliding into the pot now. The end of the earth, it is here.
Job’s father continued. “We were living in it, participants of the end.”
And then we asked him what he thought was next. The end, he replied.
“This it it, this is the end. “
And as it seemed that he just left it there,
We asked him, ”What do we do next? So where will our souls go then?

As Job’s father pondered his answer, little Job, unexpectedly and spontaneously piped in ,and in a voice which seemed to imply, don't you grownups know!?
He informed us,
“ WE GO HOME”

There was a hush in the room as we all withstood the impact of Job’s input.
And then we all laughed and said, Yes, Job got it right!
We go home! There is no place left to go but home.

As I drove home I had this big feeling that I was not living in the same world that I was living in yesterday but that the new world was superimposed over the old.
Another thing happened before I left my friend, her daughter called her on the phone and she shared that when she woke up this morning she felt like she was waking up for the very first time and seeing through brand new eyes.



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