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A Message for Humanity I continued to hear the voices and be directed with both visions and seeing auras. Needless to say, I was more than a little freaked out. As time passed I would ask, "What do you want of me?" They would speak of the love for the universe and how things have gone terribly wrong. Humanity has spiralled out of control and has lost its true connection to God and to this Earth. They want desperately for me to give the humans of this world a message from "beyond", that we have inside of us the power to unite this planet as one race with peace and prosperity for all. This power lies inside us all, and, when combined with the loving energy of other humans, we can do for this planet what we did for my son. We can revive this Earth and catapult it into healing. With this healing will come a new phase of humanity. We will have a time of peace and harmony. All it will take is our intention as a united group, and one hour of our time. So as the voices and visions unravelled, I was given the guidance on how to make all this happen. However, it will take many of us on this planet to see to the success of the project. Just as they told me to rotate the humans through my son's room, they told me to unite humanity from every corner of the globe. Not every human, just representatives from every corner. We can do this. We need to unite enough people to fire the divine energy system of this planet and jump- start it like we did with my boy. This global project of loving intention is completely possible. Your intention to make it happen can change the outcome of this planet. linvite you to join us when we fire the Earth grid on July 17, 2007, and add your energy to this project. Just one hour of your time can help heal this planet and help create peace among all people. My son and I are examples of the power of positive energy and what humans are truly capable of when they unite with the intention of love. Love is the universal language of our world and the world beyond. Light and love be with you, and wel- come to the next phase of humanity. Be part of the excitement and please join us. (Source: http://www.firethegrid.com/ eng/eng-home-fr.htm; email the author at syates @ eastlink.ca) if a miracle happened and he did live, he would be a vegetable. "No quality of life" is all I remember thinking. Once again I heard the voice. "Have faith." At that moment, the doctors agreed to keep Evan on life support, but advised me not to hold out any hope. He had less than one per cent chance of living, and then he would continue to be hooked to all these machines for the rest of his life. I had no God, so I could not even call for guidance. It was in the quiet of my first moment alone that I was given the directive. "Follow the instructions implicitly." Memories of the visions and the voice in the lake flooded back to me. There was someone there with me, I was sure of it, and I decided to listen carefully. I was instructed to rebuild my son's aura by infusing his little body with the auras of others. Twenty minutes at a time was one of the first rules: if it was longer, you would drain the aura of the giver. They instructed me to parade lov- ing people through Evan's room, each depositing their own energy field into his lifeless body. They were to do this by connecting their flesh to his flesh and allowing their energy to run through his body, and then to give Evan their "gift". If they sang, they were to sing; if they were story- tellers, they were to tell a story, and so on. "Infuse him with positive energy and your love and your talents, and this will revive him." I proceeded against hospital protocol to send loving humans into my son's room every half-hour. They then followed the instructions and gave their gift of love. This procession lasted 24 hours a day for three days. Dozens and dozens of people came. They "camped out" every day and every night—loving, trusting souls infus- ing his lifeless body with fresh energy. The fact that I was able to convince the hospital to allow this unorthodox behav- iour to happen was a miracle in itself, but on the third day, after 72 hours of con- stant vigil, my boy opened his little eyes and recognised me. He was back! The doctors were baffled. They contin- ued to tell me that he would never walk or talk or be a normal child again. However, their words this time had no effect on me. The guidance and direction from my spir- itual light beings had proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would be fine—after all, my "friend" in the lake had told me so. Within the first week, Evan had recov- ered all his body functions, and by the end of the second week he was running down the halls to the hospital playroom. This was indeed an incredible miracle. What had I done to deserve such a reprieve by our Almighty Creator? I didn't know, nor did I care. I wanted to take my son home and be done with the whole nightmare. This was when I realised that I might be done with my light friends but they were not done with me. Mle 'T'll have some battery acid in a tall glass and, while I'm waiting, give me a packet of ball bearings." 64 = NEXUS www. nexusmagazine.com FEBRUARY — MARCH 2006