Not too long ago I was sitting with someone and her phone alarm went off , she was surprised because she hadn't set an alarm to her knowledge. When she picked up her phone to turn it off a page about catacombs had popped up. When she showed it to me, my internal bells went off as well.
I was in the middle of "mundane world " activities and wasn't able to tune into what the deeper message was. Then forgot about it until now.
Today I was drawn to a few vastly different topics yet I can't help but feel there are still threads of connections woven between them all . Since a lot of my interest is in old world history, art, culture...
I sometimes just use my you tube when I can feel I need to research something but don't know what , like a roulette wheel. Spin the scroll and see where I'm being guided to next :)
Where here we are, landing on catacombs of course, totally normal.
Then I remembered I had mentally bookmarked that from a few weeks previous to do a little more digging . No pun intended;)
When I was watching the video I remembered a vision/ dream I had about being in an underground tunnel .
I received my mala beads in 2019 when I held them I had never encountered such intense emotional surges as I did the moment I placed them in my hands.
It's one of those things that I hesitate even telling people about because sometimes when I look at the things I've seen or done , it doesn't make sense to even my own logical mind .
I've lived it and it's still hard to process at times . Sometimes I think, how on earth could it make sense to anyone else with a rational mind ? So I've kept many of my stories under wraps, but here we are now .
More and more people are able to see through the veil.
I still don't fully understand why or the significance of what I felt when I first recieved my mala/thala beads ( they were a marker of an initiation into a 'lineage')
The first thing I felt was a horrific grief pass through my heart, body and soul . I wept deeply and kept saying, I feel like I'm holding something holy like a piece of the cross . I felt like I was being handed sacred energy to hold and to carry .
My other brain was going wtf are you talking about ?! I had no previous connection to the cross as a sacred object. In fact I was always a little turned off how it was used symbolically in most religions. I personally felt like it was being mishandled .
I shocked myself what I felt and was saying .
Those beads had travelled the world for I believe 160 years ( so I was told ) they had been prayed over by popes, shamans, gurus...the list went on ..
Yet I just wanted to cry and had to force myself to get composed. I was shocked by the imagery and how intense of an emotional response I had . Also I had no clue what this even meant. Some secret lineage that I couldn't get info on and some magically charged beads. It all felt surreal and like a strange set up .
That night I couldn't get to sleep, all I could hear was constant chattering , like thousands of voices all speaking at once . I decided to take the beads and put them back in the little metal box they came with and told them to be quiet . I needed some sleep ! ( I really value my sleep time :)
The chatter died down and I passed out into a deep sleep withing minutes. Then my astral body woke up with a vivid vision of being underground.
At this time I wasn't aware of the underground tunnels or cities . I always joked and suspected that the larger churches had them, but that was about it .
In my "dream" I am walking through this dug out tunnel . I remember thinking that whomever did it was really short and I felt way too tall for them. I'm just shy of 5'10" so I suppose short is relative.
I felt like I was under a church. I kept wanting to say like, Vatican city or something like that .
This part I was in was blocked off from all the other tunnels I felt were around me. The passageways were closed and hadn't been visited in a long time .
I also kept wondering why it was so crudey built .
It was like it was a secret, secret tunnel . I felt like I should be finding ancient manuscripts , talismans and there would be bones there. Yet the place felt like it had been cleared out .
I wondered where they went to as, I was sure they should be here. I could sense in the nearby tunnels that they were filled with bones and artifacts.
I know alot more happened but my memory was wiped by the time I got up in the morning. That was all that was left.
I find it interesting how things come full circle at times. When it is time to revisit some information in order to gain more clarity and see from a fresh perspective.
There is a part 1 video
This is part 2.
https://youtu.be/fJ9tbzXkf2M?si=PPF8EE_BF3O3Id0j
I do know death cults have been the primary driving force behind most of our religions , so it explains why the ceremonial layout of the skulls and bones.
The amount though is astounding!
What I did find so interesting , I didn't know about the resonance in them. That explains why I can be out for a hike and litterally feel where bones or certain crystals are . It also explains spiritual technology (magic) a bit more as well.
There is a fine line (or many not so fine ) between honoring and respecting death/ the natural cycles of life and a twisted worship of it. That's for sure.
Sadly we seem to have extreme views on death and have lost our sacred practices and death rites in most of our cultures now.
It is nice seeing the resurgence of death doulas, although not happy they are connecting with maid ...but it's a start .
There is spiritual power in the bones and the passage of life to the other realms, I think that's undeniable. But again that's all in the hands of the practitioner how it's being guided and for what purposes.
Common good or selfish...that now takes it from being something of beauty and healing to well the opposite.