Hallowed Pits

11.12.22

I was with someone as honored guests at a wealthy home. The person I was with remained as just a silent presence next to me, taking in what was happening but never conversing with me or the people I was interacting with. The hosts were having a number of servants parading in and out of the room with all sorts of architectural plans and models for homes, buildings, communities and towns and cities. They were wanting to know my opinions of all of the things they had come up with and whether I approved of them or not. I would give them my opinion and then they would direct the servant to different exist from the room based on what I told them. I got that how they directed them was based on whether the plans or designs passed inspection, needed work or were going to be set aside entirely.  I was quite humbled by them showing us all these boards with miniature models of communities they owned and managed, and wondered why they wanted my opinion so badly. They asked many questions about each of them and I answered as best as I could. Servers after server would take away the ones I had inspected and bring in new ones. It was almost like a dance and I was amazed at how many they were in charge of, whole towns in some cases. After doing this for a while, I asked how much more was there. The couple the guided me over to a large Victorian style sliding pocket door and opened it up to a very large room with dozens of tables covered in what looked like miniatures of whole towns. The man turned to me and said, this is the future and you are telling us what it will look like.

Suddenly, I felt myself floating above one of those towns that was no longer a 'model' but a real town people were living in. I knew instantly it was one of the ones we had discussed but was 'charted' for 'remodeling'. It was a small coastal tourist type town with a small highway that ran by the ocean. It was up on a cliff like area over looking the ocean and more rocky rather than beach like. The main street of this town literally went up to this highway and there was a tourist type camping park right next to it on the left hand side and small homes to the right. I got that this town had been charted for 'removal' because they had built too close to the ocean and needed to be moved more inland. Just as I realized this, an earthquake hit and the a bad landslide began to occur taking the road out with it. It happened at the end of the street of that cliff looking over the ocean. As the road began to cave in I watched it swallow a truck followed by a van with what looked either an emergency or road crew lights on it. As the road began to cave in more and more I saw it creep toward the camping grounds and swallow one of the motor homes. Just as the motor home fell into what now looked like a cavernous pit, I heard for the first time the screams of the people who were experiencing this. Then suddenly their screams were drowned out by the loud wail of a baby crying from the motor home as it slid down into the hallowed out pit in the road that had been created by the landslide. I watch it continue to slide down the hillside toward the ocean. I woke up with the sound of the crying baby still in my thoughts.