As I left for a walk this morning I felt God (Creator if that feels better to you) speak to my heart: “Don’t think. See, hear, smell, feel.” So I did. I tried not to process things rattling around in my head and instead tried to absorb my surroundings.

I wasn’t looking for anything in particular and wasn’t sure what I would see–except beauty, which was all around me. For a few blocks I took a route I very rarely take. I was received by a sidewalk that passed between two rows of white rose trees (sorry, no camera with me, so no photo). It took my breath away. This path felt somehow significant, as if transitional; as if at the end I might be somehow transformed or experience a metamorphosis.

Some moments in life are like that. Sometimes we recognize the significance of the transformational moment and sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we are terrified by the implications of change.

Some years ago I had a friend who was locked into an unfulfilling life but did not seem to want out. God let me see a visual rendering of the place the man was in, in a spiritual sense. The place was all dark–not dark as in night, more like dark as in oblivion. God’s light wasn’t there because God’s love wasn’t there. It was dark because there was no love there.

There was a way out. The way out was a door fashioned like a terribly scary mouth. The pic I have does not accurately represent the mouth I saw. I saw monstrous teeth and gooey saliva (think Alien). The place was black, and the mouth was a dim white.

I can understand being afraid to pass through that way. But I saw what was through the passage of the mouth as well as the mouth (though the other side could not be seen until one passed through). What was beyond the scary mouth door was a well lighted room that looked like an anteroom. Other less scary doors opened out of the anteroom. The floor was a checkerboard of black and white tiles, so evidently it was a place of decision. It was a starting point from which to travel.

A scary passage may feel and look like death. It may be a sort of death. You may well leave something behind that you won’t be able to retrieve, but if you are willingly following a holy path you won’t need or want what you left behind.

The darker the place you may be in, the more scary will be the leaving of it. Once you begin to make choices leading you out of darkness, the easier it will become to enter the passageways out.

You may believe things that aren’t true. You may be laboring under a warped and scarred self image given you by a very broken parent. You may have been deceived, abused, manipulated, rejected, and that path may have led you to a dark place. Take the way out, no matter how terrified you feel. If you remain in that dark place, you may be there until physical death, and you will leave this world filled with regret–maybe with some ‘splainin’ to do.

The passage I saw this morning seemed to have nothing to do with death. But any passageway through which we venture in life, in opening to the new, will mean, to some extent, the loss of the old.

The world is about to change in some very positive ways. You are about to learn some things that might surprise you. We are about to pass together into a new place. If we believe people like Benjamin Fulford, websites like American Kabuki and organizations like Republic for the united States of America, we are in for some good times.

May you pass into greater and richer love, joy and favor!