The Unification Epicenter of True Lightworkers
December 22, 2012
"All living things will want to be present for this day when time ends, and we enter the forever cycle of the Fifth World...
Then, one morning in a moment, we will awaken to the Red Dawn. The sky will be the color of blood..."
"The cycle of years is past - the waiting ended. Come - reunite, pilgrims, for the sky is in flames! ...
Obscurity disappears as the flames rise to Tonatiuh, the purest light."
"The third phase of Creation is the time of the red light, Talawva, the perfect light. Humanity then, having been fully formed and [crystallized], proudly faces the Creator for the first time, to know the true warmth of love."
As he gazed out onto the landscape towards the setting Sun, the sky suddenly turned to a liquid and then turned blood-red.
As far as his eyes could see, the sky was solid red, with no variation in shadow, texture or light.
The whole of Creation seemed to have grown still, as if awaiting some unseen command.
Time, place and destiny seemed to be in limbo, stilled by the bleeding sky...
"It will become known throughout the world, for the sky in all lands will be red with the blood of the sky, day and night...
Life on the Earth as man has lived it will come to an end, and there can be no turning back, physically or spiritually...
For when the sky bleeds fire, there will be no safety in the world of man"...
"I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children...
I saw a Flaming Rainbow, like the one I had seen in my first great vision. Below the rainbow was a teepee
made of cloud. Over me there was a spotted eagle soaring, and he said to me: 'Remember this'..."
The naked child is beautiful and dignified. The red flower blooms in the sky.
It is ironic to see the formless dancer, dancing to the trumpet without a trumpeter.
At the palace of red ruby, listening to the utterance of the seed syllable,
It is joyful to watch the dance of illusion, the seductive maidens of phenomena.
The warrior without a sword, riding on a rainbow,
Hears the limitless laughter of transcendent joy, the poisonous snake becomes amrita.