By Heidi Hollis
It was maybe 15 years ago when I had what I call a “waking dream.” That’s when I have a dream where everything seems so real it’s hard to believe it did not actually happen. During this particular dream scenario, the United States had a great flooding from the North due to a variety of cataclysmic events. It resulted in a violent rush of water that then poured down the middle of our land, by way of the Mississippi River. This flood then ravaged the country indefinitely splitting the nation into two parts, expanding the Great Lakes, making a great divide. The flooding was quick, the sky was dark and all methods of communication were somehow suddenly lost.
At the time, I was living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, near Lake Michigan. Many of us who lived in the area felt the need to get to the lake to see it for ourselves; this now even deeper, tumultuous and darker-blue lake. There was already a knowing in the air that we had lost many lives and the loss of communication to the other side of the lake felt painful in this once united land.
Then came an awareness and a mutual understanding among us all as we gathered at what was once a hilltop, but now was the edge to this Great Lake. There suddenly came a whisper in our subconscious that there was a way to connect to the other side. There was something that would assist…
