[Meditation experience] The Goddesses are freed.

Namaste, dear brothers and sisters. Today's vision showed me other Goddesses aside from Mother Guan Yin. This is what I did and saw.

After doing an hour of chanting to energise a certain location of the Earth, I conferred with my spiritual guides and Light family. I see that Mother Guan Yin was in the form of a stone statue that looked a lot like Mother Mary. During the discussion, Mother Guan Yin holds out Her arms as though to embrace me. She wishes me to begin working with Her. Then I see Her separate into different forms that arrange themselves around Her in a circle.

As I begin my chakra yoga, I see the statue of Mother Guan Yin/Mother Mary standing above the Earth in outer space. The statue begins to glow and cracks slowly. It takes on the appearance of living flesh gradually as the plaster falls off. Finally I see that Her robes are black. Her hair grows and billows up around Her. She struggles to fly freely. Finally, She rises high above the Earth, Her hair now many colours.

She rushes to meet me. I am standing on the Moon dressed in a white gown like Mother Guan Yin. Mother Guan Yin/Mother Mary merges with me. A faint outline of Her floats above me. I speak in the Language of Light that comes to me unbidden. As one, we dance, sharp moves, as though we are casting off something. We glow, shaking off darkness.

Suddenly, I stop chanting. I hear Her crying out in my mind, shrieking through space and time in agony and despair in several voices.

She cries, Her tears drowning the galaxy.

When Her tears recede, we are again dressed in white. We hold a sword that glows blue and swirl it in front of us, cutting ties to all that bound and bind us.

The sword rises and becomes a beautiful white dove. It glows and covers the galaxy, its Light shining down on us. Many other Goddesses come forward as it shines. Then I see we are sitting in a circle under a starry sky. Many costumes, many forms, many eras, but the same eyes smiling like suns.

Then a crystal fire sparks up in the middle of our circle, and though the night deepens, the stars above us sparkle even more, and the Light from the fire in our midst grows brighter, shimmering golden white with pink, green and violet edges.

The Goddesses are free. Hail the Goddesses!

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti