It is within the last 20 years that I have become aware of the changes to be discussed here. It started in a way that seems a bit odd now, but at the time I didn't question it. The mother of a former fiance of mine was into some unusual stuff, which included spontaneous writing, speaking in tongues, and what I could only call astral projection. At first I wasn't certain what to think of her, especially her over-dedication to Jesus, an obsession that bordered on fanatic. Later, after Frank and I broke up, I continued my friendship with her, and I started to find out that her life had sucked big time. Apparently her ex, Frank's dad, was a wife beater, and she turned to things spiritual to find some solace where she was safe from abuse. Frank turned into a wife beater later too, after marrying the woman he cheated on me with. He probably sensed it would not have worked on me, which was wise of him...
Anyway, Joan ended up giving me my first experiences with tapping into the Akashic record, a non-place in the etheric that contains record of all things about our world, past, present and future. Pretty much an overview of all that is cosmically due to occur here. The interesting thing is that it can shift according to our actions and reactions; in other words there is no such thing as pre-destiny. Your life is what you make it. That's the part of free will many do not like; it means one must take responsibility for the decisions one makes. The old every action has an equal reaction deal.
As I started opening myself to being "given" information from the outside, I began to have visions during meditation of a long hard journey. I "knew" I was in the position of warrior/protector, and that I was in a continuous heightened state of mind. I saw vast expanses of empty land, barren and arid, and I knew where we were to go without the use of maps. It took a few months of this before I started to see the place we were trying to get to and why we were going there. It was the children. We, meaning those of us protecting them, had recognized that these were the ones who had to be gotten to the rendez-vous point. It didn't matter what happened to us afterwards, as long as the kids got there. I talked at length to others in my life who were open to such visions and we came to the conclusion that some of the children in our immediate group must be among those due to survive. I know now that we were being hasty and hopeful beyond our learning so far. Many of those involved in it with me at that time have died or left my life, yet the visions continue. I love my goddaughters, but they are not apparently what we had thought they were. Maybe they are to be the mothers of the Ones. Time will tell. It is less than a decade away now, and those first ones are now old enough to be parents if they choose.
I see in the faces of many small children being born now old souls- wisdom on a face that shouldn't have to worry about anything more than eat, sleep, and where are mommy and daddy. They also have an identifying mark: triangles formed by the natural lines in the palms of both hands.
Not just one hand, and not a vague resemblance, but a very distinct set of triangles carved by ancient knowledge lying dormant inside them, covering most of the palm in an unmistakable way. These are the Ones, and they must survive. And I am supposed to be a guardian and guide; then my time and task here will be finished.