Messages
The Stone People – The Record Keepers, The Silent Ones
Within each rock, each stone, lie wondrous secrets – the earthly tomes. For each Age leaves and indelible mark, not geological layers, but an ark – a receptacle of knowledge, of all that has been, accessible to all when their vibration meets. The voices of many, held within, the rhythm of life – the pulse, contained. Etched as a memory – a sound bite – a time-capsule of Earth’s journey and the path of humanity as held by the Ancient Ones, the Guardians, the Watchers of the sacred places who mark the passage of time. From the time-of-no-time – the beginning – to present day, and the future aeons that will come. Yet there is no beginning and end, for time is a construct and energy loops – it is continuous, streaming, flowing without pause – as all things flow in cycles.
Thus the records tell of all things – the evolution of Earth and all its species, and the rise and fall of man; of great civilisations emerging then brought to their knees, returning to the Erath from whence they came. Consumed by the jungles, once again taken to the bosom of Mother Earth as she claims the monuments as her own. Rock, stones, carved and worn with time – caressed by the winds and soothed by rains as cares are washed away – yet the memory remains.
A vibration that pulses through all things, tapped out as a code – anchored in stone. Each one a being in itself – wotai – a language to be learnt, a call heeded, a part of ourselves to be healed – each an aspect, a part that comprises the whole, a fragment waiting to be united, as we unite ourselves.
Coming back to the full understanding of who we are. Realising our origins as we trace our ancestry back to those who knew the secrets of the natural world. The Moon watching over us and the stars guiding us as we delve into the darker realms and once again ‘shine light’ on all that is hidden in the recesses of our own being. Assisted by the Earth, by the Mother, yet walking beside us; our brothers and sisters – the rocks reveal the way to us as the stone people whisper the truth of the Ages that is ours to receive.
Listen, and their secrets shall be revealed.