Dreaming Visions-The Final Reset
After ancient age of fear and division, humanity awakens to spiritual oneness. The Golden Age has arrived. This is how Paradise on Earth was meant to be.
As I lifted up from the ground carried by the unseen force guiding my journey, the people remained frozen in place suspended in an eerie silence. Then, from the heavens, a radiant golden light emerged, descending upon the Earth like a celestial waterfall. The presence within the light was beyond words—an energy so vast, so deeply compassionate, that it resonated within every living soul. There were tears of Joy flowing from everyone witnessing this beautiful event.
A voice, neither male nor female, yet carrying the wisdom of the ages, reverberated through the fabric of existence:
"The time of division ends. The time of remembrance is that all of humanity are One.”
Slowly, the people trapped in violence and fear stirred. Their eyes, once clouded with rage and despair, now reflected understanding—as if a veil had been lifted, revealing their shared origin, their forgotten kinship. Our eyes were no longer shaded with shadows from our recent past life for the first time ever. Freedom at last!
Then, from beyond the sky, shimmering crafts of light descended, their presence neither imposing nor fearful, but familiar, like the embrace of long-lost family.
Beings of luminous form emerged, their eyes filled with knowing and kindness.
They moved among humanity, touching foreheads, awakening ancient memories of connection—memories of a time when Earth was not alone.
The religious leaders I had seen earlier stood together, no longer separate by doctrine but united in truth. They guided the people into circles of peace, hand in hand, whispering prayers that wove into a single harmonious hymn. The frequency powerful and healing. Enchanting tones of an ethereal angelic choir, and sounds of a heavenly harp filled the air. So beautiful that it filled and soothed the heart and soul of everyone experiencing this moment in time.
Nature, too, responded. Trees that had withered from destruction stood tall once more. Rivers that had run dark with sorrow now shimmered with purity. Even the air vibrated with a newfound harmony, deeply refreshing with each new breath that fills our lungs. The beauty and the new energetic frequencies encompassing everything were so breathtaking it felt almost like living a dream.
“Hold up.... Am I still dreaming?”
I felt the energetic frequency pull once more, but this time, it was different.
It was not summoning me away but grounding me, anchoring my spirit to this new Earth that had begun to bloom. The feeling was beautiful and overwhelming that tears of happiness flowed down my cheeks like sparkling diamonds.
As I gazed upon the transformed world below, I understood that this was not the end. This was the beginning of the New Earth, and the heralded Golden Age. This is humanities golden hour for those of us who survived the chaos of the Old Earth. Our stories will be shared of how this new reset came to be. For me it was validation that I completed my soul contract and can finally rest to enjoy this newfound freedom. This is how Paradise on Earth was meant to be.
My eyes opened to the light of a new day. First thing that came to mind after such a deep sleep with vivid dreams still that had me wondering…
“So it was a dream this whole time…”
Looking at my watch and checking the date it was October 22, 2000.
“I need to write this one down so I don’t forget.”
As my sister and I continued our long drive from CA after dropping off her daughter in Los Angeles to move in with a friend, I began jotting down this vivid prophetic dream while it was still fresh in my mind. This is the rest of the story and how exactly this dream-vision came into being.
*authors note:
I wrote down this dream soon after having it. After many years
it was misplaced and forgotten about although now and then my dream-vision
would come to mind. In April of this year 2025 I came across the original
note that showed up accidentally when cleaning out old files of paperwork.
Within that same month I was inspired by my friend S.L. Stallings to join her and
others on Substack.
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