Revolution of Light
Author’s Note: There’s been a Revolution of Light bubbling for many years, it’s been prophesized in many cultures. We are currently standing in that time. A time when the Light must balance out the Dark. Many within the Light Community have been called to pass long messages from the Light, myself included. I was asked to share this message, to deepen the alignment of my Light Work. This is my story, and it’s still unfolding.
Prophecy
I was only given so many pages, they weren’t in order, and the only instruction was to follow the call.
For most of my life, I’d heard an echo of a prophecy. One that I’ve never fully understood, one that I have rejected, and attempted to redirect onto others. Now, standing in this place, in this time, with all that I’m awakened to, I still don’t understand what I’m to do with it, but I can no longer deny it was given to me because it is for me.
It is a reflection for this time that I’m standing in, here to assist in a direction being shown, but still I resist.
When I was in grade school, I remember driving with my mother. We had been discussing what I’d been learning in school about the Revolutionary and Civil Wars.
As my mother poked fun at my innocent childlike comments about revolutionary times, I was thrust into a dreamland without warning to a vision of an adult looking out across a podium and speaking to eager listeners. I knew that I was that adult, and I was somewhere back East (I’ve always thought Pennsylvania even though I’ve never been).
We were leading a charge in standing in truth, knowledge, and wisdom, we would not be silenced, we would not be repressed.
We had to win.
There was an image of an old white man that looked like a baby in a suit, waving his arms in the air. I knew this was who we had to defeat.
“You’ll be the face of a revolution; you’ll write books, you’ll teach and give speeches.”
Déjà vu, Visions, and Guides
These words floated through my mind as the dreamworld around me dissolved and my consciousness returned into my mother’s car.
I was shocked, what had just happened?
Had my ego run away with me?
Why was I daydreaming about being the face of a revolution?
I’m not brave like Joan of Arc. I don’t want to fight or lead anyone. There was no way that I’d be able to write anything people would want to read because of my dyslexia. Words would not leave my mouth or they would become all mixed up if I tried to speak truth in front of a crowd, unless I was acting. People around me barely listen to me!
Who would even listen to me?
Who do I think I am to even be worthy of such grandeur?
Plus, life is good, there’s no reason for our country to have another a revolution. What a wild daydream.
Without saying a word, I tried to shake off that prideful daydream. Yet, as hard as I tried it lingered in the back of my mind like smoke.
I was no stranger to visions.
I’d been shown stories or conversations people were going to have around me. I remembered events like meeting people before they happened. Some would call it Déjà vu.
I’d even once been in a fit of rage towards my brothers, and then I walked into my room where a spirit told me we were in danger and needed to leave the apartment immediately. Without a second thought I turned around and told my brothers we were leaving. They followed reluctantly behind their crazed little sister, only to discover that the unit below us was on fire.
So, I was used to this dreamlike world, yet to my memory I hadn’t been shown something that far in the future before, and it was unsettling.
I also knew better at this point than to ask my mother. I had no one to discuss it with, so ignore, deny, and reject was the name of the game.
I convinced myself I was just a prideful ignored little person looking for their place in the world.
The Returning Daydream
Over the years the ‘daydream’ would be quiet but would return like a bad habit during significant times or conversations.
After yet another failed suicide attempt in my early teens there was the echo of the ‘daydream’, and it continued or perhaps lead me to the discovery of Wicca, Pagans, herbalism, meditation, Tarot and Angel cards. Still my mind responded, ‘quiet your ego, that is not who you are.’
At 16 my mother finally started telling me about why she decided to find another husband and have her sixth child. She had dreamed it was important that I was born.
At this point I was very angry at life and the world. The daydream returned but I declared it wasn’t connected. This was just my mother’s warped church-infused mind insisting she have another child. Though a small voice said perhaps, I am the one who is supposed to birth a child that could change the world.
That was when I became obsessed with becoming a mother. At the same time, I kept telling myself that if I entered my 30’s without having children that I would never have children.
Thirteen years later I met my father for the first time. He told me about a vision that he had 40 years previously.
In this vision he was given an important message that helped soothe the worries that had been troubling him. He hadn’t realized that the person delivering this message was me until he met me as an adult. After that meeting, the ‘daydream’ returned.
I was a preschool teacher then, still childless, and approaching my 30’s, so I decided that the daydream was going to be about a child or children I would teach.
These children would be the face of a revolution.
Creating My Daydream
I turned that thought of teaching children to be the face of a revolution into a mission to own my own daycare. I shared some of the ‘daydream’ telling a few people that teaching the children of a revolution was my purpose and that’s why I needed to create this for them.
It would be a preschool where the children would be encouraged to stay enlightened through connection with the Earth, meditation, crystals, and energy light work rather than just the ABCs and 123s.
That idea flopped for me personally but I’m happy to say there are preschools starting to have this focus.
I went through a massive mental break in my quest to create and facilitate this space for the children that would be the face of a revolution. Realizing the space I wanted to create for them, I did not hold for myself nor was I the person I needed or wanted to be.
This led to a very dark and scary series of Tower moments in my life.
I “lost” everything and everyone that was holding me back, but I found my Light, and my fire. It was small but it was there.
“You’ll be the face of a revolution” they whispered.
“I’m just a student of the Earth, and the Light, I’m just here to help others, I’ll always be an apprentice,” I whispered back.
Then came 2020, ‘daydream’ began to stir.
Becoming louder and louder as the months and years rolled by.
Demanding to be given attention.
I’ve found it to be rather unpleasant, very unhelpful, and a trial to my humility. Even though it’s persistent, no additional information or inspiring clues have led me to believe this is a truthful vision.
I started to question after all these years did my child brain make this up?
My father told me once, he knew it was important for me to be born, he believes that I have important things to do. Most of my life I did not believe there was truth to that.
I’ve made several unsuccessful attempts to end my life. I’ve had many situations that I walked away from, when I should have died. There is a reason that I am here.
Revolution of Light
All these years, I’ve only spoken about this to a select few, about the “daydream”.
As I’ve stepped deeper into my spiritual Light, the tone of the speech and the work to be done has become laced with awakening, self-awareness and peaceful resilience.
Something that you’d feel if you were able to listen to Buddha, Jesus, or the Dali Lama speak. Do I believe that I am one of these teachers? No. What I do believe is that I have a voice laced with wisdom that is and will be needed for a specific group of people.
I also believe that there are others like me that are needed for other specific groups.
This message, this prophecy is not a daydream as I’ve called it all these years, but a movement.
A rise of oneness and community.
A movement of Light, Wisdom, and Freedom from the constructs of a patriarchal ran society.
A shift and transformation from the rule of the Patriarchy into the rule of Divine Feminine.
With the events of the first weeks of November 2024, this prophecy, this message has become even louder and at the front of my mind. Swirling in importance. The Déjà vu is increasing as I navigate my path.
The ancestors and guides are whispering into me this feeling of alignment,
“The time is now, this what we’ve been trying to show you. These are the events that are leading you to this prophecy. This is why it hasn’t ever left you.”
Yet, I feel as if I was given a “Choose Your Own Adventure” novel with only the ending.
I know this is a movement and I am not alone in this revolution of Light. It’s not all on my shoulders.
I am going deeper into places of myself that are waiting to be awakened. I’m waiting patiently for the right messages to be brought forward and I’m turning my attention to the community to hear what they are calling to be taught.
What would you like to learn?
Let me know in the comments.
Would you like to share gratitude for this Light Message? You could always buy me a cup of tea. - Thank you!
If this reading stirred up emotions that you’d like to explore further, please feel free to contact me through email or
I offer a verity of Virtual Distance Intuitive Healing Sessions, Classes & Coaching 💻
Own It! Your HEALING, your POWER, your STORY! Empowering YOUR Authenticity⭐️
