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Edmond's Visionary Path
Past, Present, and Future
By Edmond L. Campbell
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ISBN: 978-1-4634-3608-7
Chapter One
No Date: The Atlantean Bloodline Runs through My Veins
I saw workers running toward a cave with undergrowth in front of it, and they were nearing an area where the children of the Atlanteans were playing. The children started to talk to them as they passed by, but the workers did not understand. The children pointed toys at the workers—toy replicates of real weapons—and the workers ran as if the toys were real. They were running for their lives, getting close to the place they had been seeking for safety, a building, the likes of which they had never seen before. It was a rock-type, marble-structured building with a large, round structure attached to its right side. This was where "they" were—they who could help them. The earth trembled as it had for a very long time. It was getting worse each day. The workers finally got close; they were very scared, seemingly of everything. The older Atlanteans did not want them near the buildings and would not let them enter for shelter. Not all of the children born here would be able to return to our home. Some of them would be left behind with elders who would protect and teach them. Everyone else who was able to go was getting ready for the trip—and thinking about those who would be left behind.
We, the Atlanteans, had tried to save our home and the children from the disaster that we had known was coming, but we could not. All was lost, and hope rested in the few elders and children who would be left behind in a cave that had been made for them. We had come here to build a world, before beings of this earth had developed much beyond their days of living in caves. We had specimens made for our work, and we had bought them with us, but as things grew out of hand, some of them got away and were lost to us.
We were the workers of Atlantis. We had dug black metal out of the earth, which sustained the new world being built. But we had grown scared of the noise and scared of the earth shaking under us. One of the buildings sat near a very large hole in the earth; the hole was so large, deep, and wide that I could not see the other side of it, and the earth moved all the time. More black metal was taken, at a great rate, and before long I could not see how deep it was anymore.
We approached the great building, but we were stopped without even a hand being raised at us. Standing in front of us was one of the Young Masters. With only a thought, we were stopped, and we could not move at all.
The Young Master called out, "Guards, take them away," and my name was called.
I was waiting for my time to come, when I would be old enough in spirit to do that—to stop them with only a thought. Soon it would be my time.
There were elders, four who were greater than I was in powers, and they were in a silent place where they could not be disturbed. I felt our time was very short, and all of us who could, had to leave. The workers were trying to overtake us, because they were scared of the earth's vibrations. They knew we would leave, and they would be left behind. This place had become unlivable to us. There had been a long time of destruction, and the area was covered by water.
No Date: Dracula the Vampire Legend and What It Really Means to Me
I found myself driving in a car as fast as I could. It was a dark, cloudy night, and I knew that something was following us. I knew it was Dracula. I was afraid, so very afraid that he would catch us. He flew, and I was going as fast as I could to get away from him. I was not ready to face him yet, but there would be a battle someday. With the power of God/// and the "Lost Words," we would have a chance. It was not over yet.
Blessed be the name of the Lord, thy God///, as I recognized meeting the strangest person of this time period—me. By faith and by the power given by God/// to a servant willing to perform the deeds that were given to him, I would somehow defeat and win this one, but the question was, "Would the young lady be saved, and was it who we thought it was?"
Dracula has been around a long time in movies and folklore. He is known by millions on a number of continents, but in this vision, he means something else to me. This vision is telling me about the blood—not external blood and gore, but a bloodline running inside the body, from body to body, carrying a special key to the knowledge of the first visitors. It is also the second vision from the Atlantean vision, which is telling me about the Atlantean bloodline and my destiny with it. What I seem to fear so much in this vision is actually what I am trying to find and understand about myself: the blood that ran through those beings, in what we call Atlantis, runs through me. It is activating now with some of the "old knowledge" of that time to help in our future—a new future that we can change or continue as is. The young lady in this vision comes into view later in visions; I did not see a clear picture of her at this time, it was just the thought "Would the young lady be saved?" that was given to me at this time.
1976 My First Flight and Trying to Fly Alone
It was dark and cloudy as I rose in the air into a flying position. I hit limbs on trees, and I tried to fly higher to get away from them. Finally, I was above the trees, flying free. I decided to turn over on my back, and I just floated along for a while. It felt so good to be able to do that. Then I heard the voice of my father calling me back; that's when I started to get a bad feeling about being up there by myself. I was a little worried about getting back. I felt that if I had continued in the dark, flying alone, something might happen to my physical body.
This vision of my first flight tells me about my path: It might not always be clear where my path will take me, and there will be obstacles along the way. I will obtain levels I would never have expected possible, and I must be properly trained and prepared for them.
1978-1979 I Fell Off a Cliff to the Ground and Walked toward the Light
I found myself walking toward a cliff in the dark, and I could not stop myself. I was going to fall off the edge into the darkness below, but I had no control. I seemed to fall hundreds of feet until I hit the bottom. Lying there on the ground, I did not feel hurt at all, and I had no idea where I was. Why was I not hurt from the fall? I got to my feet slowly because it was total darkness. I looked down, and I could not see my own hands or the ground I was standing on. I stood very still and looked around, trying to see an indication of light coming from some place. There was none. Then, as I stood there, I started to feel something I did not want to feel. It was at that same moment that I saw a light in the distance, which appeared to be a light in a window. I looked at it very hard; it was the shape of a window with light, but I could not see anything else—not a path or even the ground where I would be walking, nothing. For reasons I did not understand, I started to walk toward that light, even though I saw nothing between the light and me. I didn't think I really had a choice.
This vision gives a view of my entire life. Walking to the cliff is my early years as a child on my way to my destiny and a scheduled time and place where the level of my understanding or growth would change. Walking in darkness is simply going through a set portion of my life without a complete picture of my full purpose for being there, moving through it in faith and then knowing. Falling off a cliff is the length of time when I knew something special was happening but did not know what, an age when I could understand things were happening but had no answers. My hitting the bottom would happen in 1992, as the visions increased and my interest in them started to change. It was October 1992, and I was lying on the floor in my living room, looking through a stack of newspapers for the week, when I saw it. It was a story about a murder in Montgomery County, Maryland; a pillowcase had been taken from the house where it happened. I looked back and found a vision I had written only a few days earlier dated October 18, 1992, concerning the murder. What turned the light on for me was a vision on September 19, 1992, where I was looking for a job in an employment office but left without one. Actually, I discovered what part of my future job would be, although these early years would only be to learn and not really get involved; I was behind the information flow, not in front of it.
1984 I See a Giant Tree In Front of Me and a Bright Light to My Right
I found myself walking on beautiful green grass. Everything around me was beautiful, and I walked toward a brightly lit, open area. Walking to my left was a hound dog, and we both saw a giant tree directly in front of us. I stopped and just stood there, looking up into this enormous tree full of green leaves. It was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen. As I continued to look at it, I realized that it was standing in the middle of my path, as if there was no way around it—just this giant tree. To my right was an area that looked like a mist of light radiating from the ground up. I could not tell its height or length, and it was brighter than any day I had ever seen. I noticed the dog walking across the grass, going straight toward the light. As it continued to walk toward the light, I wondered why it did not go for the tree as dogs always do. I watched it walk into the light and disappear. I looked at the tree again and moved closer to it, looking up into it as if something was going to happen.
Finding myself walking simply means that this is my given path, and I must walk it. The beauty all around me means I can and will find beauty and goodness in all things, but as I walk this path, I will see the other side of that beauty and goodness for what it really is. The tree is my Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, and it will prepare me for what I will need on the path I must walk. The light to my right is not the light at death, but the light that awaits me after my path is over this time. The hound dog walking to my left was a companion in my early childhood, but I have a companion closer than that to walk with all my life.
1986 Mama Taught Me How to Call on the Father/// for Help
I stood looking down from a mountaintop with my mother. I wanted so much to join all the people I saw below who seemed to be having so much fun near the water. I asked my mother how I could get down to where all the people were so I could have some fun too. We were up so high, and I didn't see any way down from where we were. As I continued to look down, Mama said, "Follow me," and she started to find a way down with me following her. Mama only took a few steps, me right on her heels, when she stopped and turned to face me. She said, as clearly as I have ever heard anything, "Don't call me 'Mama,'" and she walked away. I began to cry; I did not understand why Mama would say that to me. I loved my mother more than anything I knew. I did not care about going down the mountain—I cared about her. I woke from this vision still crying and just sat there on the side of my bed thinking about it. And then it all became so clear to me: "Don't call me Mama," but when you need to call for something, call on the Father///.
This vision tells me about my life of being in the world but not really being part of the world and all that it has become because of our wants and perceived needs. I would be at a vantage point where I could see and understand what the world was doing, and I would have direct knowledge of how we were progressing. In all this, I would need help, and when I did, I would need to call on the Father/// alone and no one else.
03/27/86 10:00 p.m. My Inner and Outer Beings Becoming One, Part One
I was at North West Street, my home, sitting in the living room on the couch when I felt the need to look out the window behind me. I turned, looking south down West Street, and I saw someone who looked exactly like me coming toward the house. It scared me to see what looked like me running down the sidewalk toward me. I thought that he might want to come in where I was, and I did not want that. I was scared to go out of the house. It was a sunny day and warm, and he was running as if he had everything under control. He was thinner and firmer, with less body weight than I have. He looked like I really wanted to look.
I heard a knock at the door, and I was scared to open it; it could have been him. I thought it was him, but it was some man I had never seen before. He had come to talk about me and the one I saw running down the sidewalk who looked like me. This man told me I should try to see myself face-to-face—why, I did not know. At this point, my stepson walked in, and the man and I began to talk to him about all this and what I felt. Both of them finally left, and I decided I would definitely not look out of that again window.
Then I was the one running down the sidewalk toward the house with one thing on my mind: to go up to the window to scare the one in the house. At that point, I woke up.
3/28/86 2:30 a.m. My Inner and Outer Beings Becoming One, Part Two
[This was continuing the same vision above in 10:00 p.m., but here I called myself "B" and he was "A," the one who stayed in the house.]
This time, I was walking along a path with two men—one black, one white—and both were unshaven and dirty, as if they were drunk. As we walked, they told me about myself as "B" and about when I would join "A" as one. We walked to the side of an old, run-down shed, and just as one of the men was about to sit down in what looked like an outdoor bathroom, he was warned not to because something unsightly was on the surface of the wood.
We started to walk again, and they continued to talk to me about what was going to happen. We reached a place where two German shepherd dogs on heavy chains jumped out at us. We walked around the first one, but as we approached the second dog and started to pass it, the men with me seemed afraid. For some reason I was not afraid, and I walked between the two dogs and knelt down, staring at them. I called them to come to me, and one at a time, they came and sat down by me. Because of this, I thought, Why can't I be one with A now? So I asked the two men, but they said it was not the right time yet. They said the time would come soon. I felt powerful and strong in mind—able to do things that I had only thought about doing before. We continued. I thought about how I felt; I had never felt anything like it before. Then we stopped at a place where I was given three envelopes containing something very important, but for some reason I insisted it should be four, and that there was one more envelope I was supposed to have. They would not give me a fourth envelope, so I kept the three they did give me and walked on down the path. These alphabet letters were given to me just before I woke up: E O T A.
The letters "E O T A" came with no understanding of their meaning at this time. Both the 10:30 p.m. and 2:30 a.m. visions tell me about two extreme individual strengths becoming one. In my life so far, it has always been one or the other at a time, with knowledge of both at the same time. I first became aware of the force within me at the early age of about four or five years old, and I did not realize what was happening but just lived with it. It was only in emergency or threatening situations that it would take over, and I would simply look on from the background. At the time of this vision, I had experienced it many times over the years—being physically both at the same time.
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