Judith Bluestone Polich - Return of the Children of Light: Incan and Mayan Prophecies for a New World

RETURN OF THE CHILDREN OF LIGHT

Incan and Mayan Prophecies for a New World

Judith Bluestone Polich

Bear & Company

Rochester, Vermont

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to the god-like beings of our mythological past who came from the future to show us who we might become.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I am grateful to the many people who encouraged, inspired, and guided me in the process of writing and producing Return of the Children of Light. I would in particular like to thank Ellen Kleiner and her staff at Blessingway Author Services, and John Lyons-Gould at Pion Publications for their editorial assistance, as well as David Christian Hamblin of Blessingway Books for his guidance.

I am very thankful for the sustaining nourishment provided at critical junctures by my dear friends Mara Senese, Trigve Despues, and Ruth Rusca. I am blessed with a partner, Gayle Dawn Price, to whom I owe a special gratitude for her editorial assistance and her support in innumerable ways through the breadth and depth of this journey. And finally my eternal gratitude to all those who helped light my path, including don Miguel Ruiz, H. H. the Dalai Lama, Sai Baba, and Mark Griffin.

CONTENTS

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PREFACE

MY FIRST MYSTICAL EXPERIENCE OCCURRED 20 YEARS AGO. I was 32 years old and had lived in Wisconsin all my life. I had just finished law school at the University of Wisconsin in Madison and was driving cross-country to Boston with all my possessions piled in my old Toyota. Having left my home, my marriage of seven years, and my family, I was beginning a new life. Soon after crossing the CanadianUnited States border into Maine, I became entranced by a small blue mountain in the distance. I drove toward it, as if magnetically drawn there by a force I couldnt understand.

Two hours before sunset, I arrived at the base of Mt. Blue, where I grabbed a blanket and started to ascend. The climb took me along a tumbling mountain stream; through dense, colorful thickets of fall foliage; and up above the treeline, where blueberry bushes bunched up amid lichen-covered granite. When I reached the top, I discovered I had the sparse summit, including a breathtaking and welcoming small glacier lake, to myself. As the sun set, I meditated and then spent the night listening to the mountains secrets.

At dawn I sat by the lakes edge, my attention deep within myself. Suddenly, as the sun rose, my entire being was floodedfirst with wave after wave of brilliant white light, then with wave after wave of iridescent rainbow light. It was as if I had been awakened and engendered by the light, for the pulsing energy that surged through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It filled me with deep love, a sense of well-being, and a penetrating clarity.

Several hours later, when I began to walk down the mountain to reenter the world, I realized that everything had subtly yet decisively changed. The light of the world had taken on a new brilliance, making all of nature vividly alive. My awareness of the surroundings was more immediate and empathic, and I felt interconnected with the energies of everything around me. In some respects I am still coming down from that mountain.

Since this dazzling encounter with the light two decades ago, I have had numerous transcendent experiences, many of which occurred in spectacular natural settings and ancient ruins. The experiences were all light-filled and imbued with messages. Slowly, I have come to understand my experiences and to comprehend some of the reasons why our worlds sacred sites hold so much power.

Before gaining insight into these events, Ilike any sane and reasonable persontended to discount them. I was, after all, a lawyer with a well-trained rational mind. At the same time, I knew my experiences were not drug-induced hallucinations or imaginative flights of fantasy, but rather encounters with real forces. I couldnt understand them, so I simply compartmentalized. I told myself they were experiences in nonordinary realities (those not perceivable with the five senses) and left it at that. Only years later did I realize they were part of an ancient legacy. Slowly, the child of light, the god-seed hidden within me, began to awaken.

According to the cultural perspective I grew up with, if God was not dead, then he was at least far removed from my reality. In line with the scientific objectivity of the time, I was taught that if something were true, it could be perceived with the five senses and externally measured. I learned that only a layer or two of my neocortex separated me from other animals and that evolution was a fact, not a theory. From the standpoint of my Judeo-Christian tradition and of Western mythology, the human condition was depressing. Banished from paradise and tainted with original sin, humankinds only opportunity for redemption existed in some force outside itself.

By contrast, my experiences in other dimensions gradually gave me an altogether different perspective on the human condition. Each new lucid experience presented a piece of the puzzle until finally, during a trip to the ancient sites of the Peruvian Andes, a more complete vision of our collective human condition took shape. But before I could truly assimilate this vision, I had to pursue many avenues of exploration. I visited sacredsites in Europe and the British Islesfrom Delphi to Stonehengeand, like so many others entering these ancient energy fields, I felt something palpable yet undefinable. I even took up dowsing (the practice of detecting energy fields, especially those associated with water flowing underground) to refine my ability to perceive such energy. But, early on, I could not fully comprehend the relationships between various phenomena I was experiencing.