Chapter 7: Back to 3/27, I began to cry, mourn, for Chris Cornell. It rolled over into grieving, for my Dad which I never really did after the accident, for the world and how bad things had gotten. I was hysterical crying. I didn't want to freak my man out, so I covered my eyes and held my breath to cut it off. It was bad. I started to see sparks of color, red, blue & green. It was fascinating. I pushed a little harder before it faded and bursts of Gold/Orange light started to swell and spin, geometric shapes, fractals started to appear and then a spinning shape grew out of it, I'll show it below. It was putting off rays as it spun clockwise, like showers of gold. They perverted the phrase Golden Showers by the way. I got scared of this vision that I didn't understand, I opened my eyes. It was THERE in front of me, Golden, Spinning, and I put my hands up, jazz hands style and said "I'm not ready! I'm not ready" and it shot into my chest. #TheGreatAwakening #GodWins #wwg1wga