The Second Parcel for Rotem, on April 19, 2007

"My final words to my little boy as the water came over his head was
"hold your breath honey; mommy will have us out soon".
I watched him take a large gulp of the remaining air,
and the water took him.
When I felt the last air pocket escape the car I tried the door.
It wouldn’t budge! The other door was equally stuck.
I struggled with the doors several times, to no avail.
We were trapped and going to die.
At this point I took Evan’s little body and pushed it over the seat,
hoping beyond hope that he would find air.
As I struggled to free us from this coffin on wheels,
I realized I had to breathe.
As I drank the deep breath of water into my lungs,
the fiery feeling added panic to the moment.
I wanted my baby back
and I swung my arms feverously about in an effort to find his body.
I couldn’t, and I needed to breathe again.

"That is when I heard a voice, a calm majestic voice, directing me to relax.
This voice cooed in my ear,
reassuring me that all would be well.
I was infused with the knowledge that if I fought the water,
my rescuers would not be able to revive me when they arrived.
The voice said that if I fought the water I would drown…
no shit I thought, I get a wise ass ghost on my deathbed.
The voice continued to give me instructions about what was to happen,
and that all would be well if I just followed the instructions.
I relinquished myself to this voice from beyond,
and passed quietly into the other side.
While on the other side I saw beings of light,
who once again assured me that my son and I would not only get out of this car,
but we would both be fine.

They were definite in explaining that I must follow instructions implicitly
and not lose faith in their words.
I was told to have faith that I would be divinely directed, and I was.
It took my rescuers fifteen minutes to pull my lifeless body from that car,
and another seven minutes of CPR to revive me.
As my body bolted upright, I blurted "get my baby out of the car".
Twenty two minutes had passed,
the rescuers jumped back into the freezing bog to retrieve my son,
knowing against hope, that he was dead.
It took rescuers another five minutes or so to get my boy free from that car.
His limp body was transported to the IWK Children’s Hospital,
where he was immediately hooked to every machine known to mankind.

The team of emergency doctors and neurologists were waiting for me.
They assured me that my sweet little boy was indeed brain dead,
and in addition to this, his internal organs were full of blood.
He was haemorrhaging throughout his body
and his organs were non- viable.

Things were the most bleak I have ever known.
That is when the voice came to me again. "Have faith child."
The doctors advised me to unplug my baby and let him pass peacefully,
for even if a miracle happened and he did live, he would be a vegetable.
"No quality of life", is all I remember thinking.
Once again I heard the voice, "have faith".
For that moment the doctors agreed to keep Evan on life support,
but advised me not to hold out any hope.
He had less than one percent chance of living
and then he would continue to be hooked to all these machines
for the rest of his life

Remember, I had no God, so I could not even call for guidance.
It was in the quiet of my first moment alone, that I was given the instructions.
"Follow the instructions implicitly",
memories of the visions and the voice in the lake flooded back to me.
There was someone there with me, I was sure of it,
and I decided to listen carefully.
I was instructed to rebuild my son’s aura
by infusing his little body with the auras of others.
Twenty minutes at a time was one of the first rules;
for if it was longer, you would drain the aura of the giver.
They instructed me
to parade loving people through Evan's room,
each depositing their own energy field
into his lifeless body.

They were to do this
by connecting their flesh to his flesh
and allowing their energy
to run through his body,
and then to give Evan their “gift."
If they sang, they were to sing.
If they were story tellers, tell a story,etc.
Infuse him with positive energy and your love
and your talents,
and this will revive him.

I proceeded against hospital protocol
to send loving humans into my son’s room every half hour.
They then followed the instructions and gave their gift of love.
This procession lasted twenty four hours a day,
for three days.
Dozens and dozens of people came.
They "camped out" everyday and every night;
loving trusting souls infusing his lifeless body with fresh energy.
The fact that I was able to convince the hospital
to allow this unorthodox behaviour to happen was a miracle in itself,

On the third day, after 72 hours of constant vigil,
my boy opened his little eyes and recognized me.
He was back!!!

The doctors were baffled.
They continued to tell me
that he would never walk or talk or be a normal child again.
However their words this time had no effect on me.
The guidance and direction from my spiritual light beings
had proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would be fine;
after all, my "friend" in the lake had told me so.

Within the first week Evan had recovered all his body functions,
and by the end of the second week,
he was running down the halls to the hospital playroom.

This was indeed an incredible miracle.
What had I done to deserve such reprieve by our Almighty Creator?
I didn’t know nor did I care.
I wanted to take my son home and be done with the whole nightmare.
This is when I realized that I might be done with my light friends,
but they were not done with me.

THE STORY

Shelley Yates speaking in Vancouver
a video in 8 parts,

The first part of the Video

In the first two parts of the video Shelley Yates
relates the story about the rescue from the lake
and the first communication from "The Beings"
during her clinical death.

Later - while in the hospital with her "dead" son
three neurologist asked her
to unplug her son and let him die.
It was then that "the Beings" instructed her
how to revive her son,
which from the beginning was meant as a parable
for reviving planet Earth.

The second part of the Video

2007_07_12

Though I had read the story before,
I felt tears welling up,
when I listened to Shelley tell it on the video,,
the more so as I was so strongly reminded
of the accident which caused my daughter-in-love, Efrat,
on July 6, 2006,
and in which she and her baby Mika were almost killed,
I was also reminded, of the second miracle,
on July 13, 2006
when at the beginning of the Israel-Lebanon war,
a bomb fell on the Nahariya hospital
a day after Efrat and Mika with 700 other patients
had been evacuated to the underground shelter .

Shelley– after having revived from death herself - screamed::
" get my baby out of the lake. "
and when a truck pulled the car out of the water
and she saw her child's body floating in the back-window,
she screamed:
"I killed my kid. what kind of mother kills her baby!"

Just as Efrat has been blaming herself for months on end.

Shelley's son had been in the water for over half an hour.
She tells with humor,
how she heard the "tingling" of "The Beings'" agreement
to her understanding of what she had "to fill up":
a bucket with the auras of all the doctors and nurses passing by -

I just wanted to skip this aura part, annoyed,
but at that moment the screen-saver appeared
with a sky full of lightnings ,
changing within a second into a screen full of water falling down,
and at the same time I heard my wind-chimes tingling outside,
So I stopped, did some physical things, and went on listening.

On the other side of that card I wrote:

Group-email from the "Go-Gratitude-Crew"
[Though I was intrigued by this article rightaway, it is only after I learnt about Calleman's prophecies, and the realization of the prophecy about the Fifth Day [Stacey seems to mix up the dates a bit] on August 18, 2011, a day of destruction in Israel, that I understood the relevance for these present time.

We're gratefully Dreaming of   D e s t r u c t i o n ???

July 31st begins the Fifth Day on the Mayan Unity Consciousness Wave calendar, and so does our 42 Day Blooming Humans Unity Wave. ...
...August 18, 2011.. The energy? Destruction...
followed 18 days later by the Sixth Day - Flowering.
here follows a table of the 234 day Ninth wave of Unity counsciousness calendar,
the "Step in Process" of the fifth night August 26-27 , is called "Destruction".

The dictionary offers these synonyms: ruin, havoc, wreckage, crushing, wrecking, shattering, undoing, demolition, devasta-tion, annihilation, and ruination. Wow!

However, when one considers 'Destruction' from the perspective of release, clearing, and transmutation we gain a sense of the GIFT of releasing the past. Allowing what is BUDDING ~~~ to BLOOM.

By embracing destruction as part of the cycle of Life, we free our conscious-ness, emotions and energy bodies of fear-filled, limiting thoughts and BLOOM into an empowered state of co-creation.

As a Global Come-Unity, we are witnessing the rapid dissolution of many systems, structures and old-paradigm ways of operating. ie. fear, separation, force, control and manipulation.

Out of this dissolving, or destruction, is rising a new consciousness based on Unity, Cooperation, and Co-Creation.
It is a long-awaited and consciously co-created Shift of the Ages
~~~ The Great Coming Together of the Children of the Earth, and All our Relations, to Birth New Reality!

In Gratitude we GO ... and grow!

...Now, to share a personal experience on Birthing New Reality and the life-affirming power of Destruction (a paradox, to be sure!), let's begin with a Dream.

Under the June New Moon and solar eclipse I was on a Moon Quest - a native women's form of vision quest. For three days, in solitude on the land, I slept during the day and stayed awake at night to dream awake, call in vision and re-connect with the life-affirming energies of Changing Mother. My intention for the Moon Quest was to gain clarity and insight into my ever-flowering purpose and Life Path. This is one dream, of many, that came:

I AM Standing in a well-lit, octagonal room, many stories high. Hanging above my head, suspended from the ceiling at various heights and angles are pieces of Art, lovingly crafted by a single HeARTist.

Mid-Way up the chamber is a glass-windowed viewing level, wrapping all the way around the center gallery. On the viewing level stand many beings, looking in rapture and awe at the beauty of the art pieces.

In order to fully appreciate each piece in the collection, the viewers must make a full circle journey around the center gallery.

To see the Great-FULL-Ness of the art on display, the patrons must change their perspective many times.

Still standing at the center of the gallery, appreciating the opportunity to be centered in the midst of such an exquisite, unique display of heARTistry ... I AM suddenly whisked away.

Traveling through a tunnel of light and whirling stars, I find myself serenely surrounded by the Heavens of Creation. Star nurseries pulse in the distance, constellations dance, and a peace-filled silence permeates All that IS.

Next, a scrolling series of HeART peaces appears before me. Flowing from left to right, as if on a cosmic carousel of fortune, one after the other comes and goes. Each carries the energy of Ancient Wisdom: Sigils lovingly crafted to offer insight, inspiration and initiation into a higher order of Consciousness.

The styles of art vary widely ~~~ revealing each piece is crafted by a different HeARTist.

At once, I become aware it is up to me to CHOOSE an image. As soon as I decide to CHOOSE, the scrolling body of images stops and locks into place. A HeART Peace comes into clear view.

The image reveals an illuminated Tree, standing guardian at the center. Two Beloveds - male and female - face one another at the base of the tree, their HeartFires glowing.

On the tree trunk, between the two Beloveds, are two interlocking Hearts. One inverted from above, meets the other (right-side up) from below, creating an infinity symbol in the center.

The tree branches twist and inter-connect, making the shapes and forms of animal guardians in the canopy of the tree. There is no separation between the guardians and the Tree. They are One.

Above the Tree is a full rainbow, bending to meet the land on both sides, with a Pink Ray at the center. Between the rainbow and the tree float symbols, glyphs and ancient text.

Upon full recognition of the contents of the HeART peace, I AM once again whisked through the tunnel of Light, returning to the center of the Gallery.

As I gazed upward, I find the gallery is now empty. Cords which once carried art pieces are now barren, and viewers look on in confusion. The curators of the show are even more distraught, a look of panic fills their faces.

'Where have the HeART peaces gone?', I wonder.

Just then, a door appears to the right of me. Curious where it leads, I step through the door into an adjoining room.

Here is the HeARTist, the Creator, bright-eyed with a wide-grin ~~~feeding the HeART peaces, one by one ~~~ into a shredder.

With great Joy and excitement, the artist proclaims:
"Now the people will go and create their own HeART pieces!"

Filled with many layers of insight, wisdom, and universal-yet-personal symbology this dream also reveals the gift, beauty and power of Destruction in our lives!

The artist is teaching us to release our attachment to the past~~~ in order to Birth New Reality!

.....As Meister Echart invites, "Become aware of what is in you.
Announce it, pronounce it, produce it and give birth to it."
......

Our thoughts and emotions create a vibrational field,
informing and directing our Dream Seeds
how to Go and GROW.

Designed to give birth
to infinite combinations
in infinite diversities,
....

By choosing an attitude of Gratitude,
we create the perfect environment for our Dream Seeds
to rise, bud, bloom and thrive!

...
Give yourself a deep breath,
and feel the Great-Full-Ness of Life
flowing through to the Heart of YOU.
See your Dream Seed immersed
in waves of Love and Gratitude.
Pay attention
to the sensations of Joy and Appreciation arising within.

You are Now programming your Dream Seed
to produce more and more to be grateful for!

Growing forward,
each time you see and open a Blooming Humans message,
it is an invitation to re-calibrate and shift your vibration
into a state of Appreciation and Gratitude.

This simple shift
in daily discipline, focus and energetic intent
provides the optimum environment
for ALL to 'Fulfill our Roles in Birthing New Reality',
to enjoy the journey,
and for our Dream Seeds to BLOOM and Thrive!

In Gratitude we Go ... witnessing our Dream Seeds GROW.

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Blooming Humans are WE!

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Remember, it is the soil that feeds the seed.
It is our thoughts that precede the deed.
It is our vibration
that informs and organizes the Field of Creation.

By prepping the Garden of our Hearts
with a daily dose of Gratitude,
we will experience our Dream Seeds Blooming
in graceful, easy, fulfilling ways!

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"It's common to say that trees come from seeds.
But how can a tiny seed create a huge tree?
Seeds do not contain the resources needed to grow a tree. These must come from the medium or environment
within which the tree grows.

But the seed does provide something that is crucial :
a place where the whole of the tree starts to form.
As resources such as water and nutrients are drawn in,
the seed organizes the process that generates growth."

We parted and I went to the pool as usual. When I came back, I ate my simple dish , as usual,
but since it's Sunday, and in 3SAT no "Zwei bei Kallwass" , which I usually watch while eating,
I sat down at the computer and opened the Sunday group-email from Jean Hudon,
who for some months now always starts with pointing to the newest crop-circles.
See all 3 recent crop-circles, mentioned in Jean Hudon's Sunday-mail
The one which appeared in Wiltshire England on July 25, intrigued me.
For the first time, I also opened the links "comments" and "articles"

Sascha Klein [not Moshe Klein but Sascha Klein!] commented on the cropcircle of July 25
"I got an idea. Look at the added picture. I think it shows the 10/28 this year.
In the Internet I found an explanation for this date.
"Why the Creation Cycles do not end December 21 2012, but October 28, 2011"
...creation is currently operating at a 400 times higher frequency...
If we make a mistake of 420 days in calibrating the end date of the creation cycles
we will be totally out of phase with the rapidly evolving Galactic Creation Cycle where the Yin/Yang dualities in the cosmos are switched off and on every 360 days. These energy changes are what a spiritual calendar should reflect
if it is to serve humanity in its current phase of evolution

I also clicked on "articles". Two women scientists from Russia decoded the pictogram.
"It indicates that humanity through consciousness unification have to make the Transition to the next cycle of life on the eve of the first preliminary cataclysm. "

I understand, that the word "sin" in that compressed diary of 1982
in MY CASE means the constant feeling, that I am "NOT OKAY".

It was "staged" obviously, that - after Erich Neumann's "New Ethics"
['if we do not accept and love our shadow as belonging to us,
the past holocaust will be nothing compared with future ones']
the other revolutionary message hit me through Thomas Harris' book
"I'm OKAY - you're OKAY".

There are no "sins" in my life in the way religious people understand "sins".
There was "only" succumbing to people whom I "created" as "victimizers".
And there IS my succumbing to what I project as "expectations" from me.

I've tears in my eyes ~~ I'm gasping ~~I'm sobbing ~~ I feel utter dispair.
Shall I say "No!" to Gal, "No!" to Ran as I wrote "I can't help" to Ya'acov?

Having sculpted this line of "No!", an "Angel appeared on the Abyss": Lior!
The point of my life-lesson is to find the "Walking humbly with your God",
instead of overwhelming "the World" with my creativity, power and love,
and instead of saying "No!" and die of guilt and shame and powerlessness.

"Hatznea-laekhet" means in these "practical cases":
As to Ran and Moshe, I shall be "available"[zminah].
I shall not initiate [lizom] any expansion of the circle.
I shall not judge them for "planning for the World",
while they, they -have not "healed into wholeness".
I'm healing Creation into wholeness, that's my part.
Ran plays another part, and he, too, is a hologram.
Just as Moshe is a hologram in playing his-his part.

"Do you recall, how in 2008 we met at the SaltSea?
And how I experienced a 'quantum-leap' in my life?
The purpose of that meeting on August 12 might be,
that you'll lift those two up a bit,
while you'll be lifted up by them."

As to Tomer and Gal - "hatznea-laekhet" means:
I must not initiate an encounter between the two!
There is a clear message in the fact,
that Tzippi did not follow my quest,
to mediate between Tomer and Gal,
[since she herself would go to India].
Gal's femme-fatale nature may cause havoc.
But I should let it be known to my grandson
that I am available  and  care for him deeply.
I ask my son cautiously, if he agrees to this.


I called: "Should I ask your son just this:
"Can I be something in your present life?"
I felt my son's excruciating predicament,
how to show his son that he is ~ loosing.
Immanuel will think and then answer me.

We-are-all of us the sons of a single man, we are honest, your servants have never been spies.
Genesis 42:11 [translation of Fox]

Egypt pressed the people strongly, to send them out quickly from the land, for they said: We-are-all dead-men!
Exodus 12:33 [Fox]

But the Children of Israel said to Moshe, saying: Here, we expire, we perish, all-of-us perish. Number 17:27 [Fox]

Not     with    our    fathers   did    YHWH    cut    this    covenant,
but    with us,   yes,   us,   those here today,    all-of-us    alive!
Deuteronomy 5:3 [Fox] [see my song]

The King said to Avshalom: No, my son, now we cannot go, all-of-us,
let us not weigh-heavily on you! Kings II,13:25 [Fox]
      
All-we like sheep did go astray, we turned every one to his own way;
and the LORD hath made to light on him the iniquity of us-all.
Isaiah 53:6 See my song: the Lord's Servant.

We-all growl like bears, and mourn sore like doves; we look for right, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
Isaiah 59:11

And we-are-all become as one that is unclean, and all our righteousnesses are as a polluted garment; and we all do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
Isaiah 64:5

Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech Thee, we-are-all Thy people.
Isaiah 59:12

And it came to pass, when our enemies heard that it was known unto us, and God had brought their counsel to nought, that we returned all-of-us to the wall, every one unto his work.
Nehemiah 4:9