Like many children I learned to fish at my dad’s feet. My dad had been an awesome fisherman. He fished all kids of fish, all kinds of places. One of the main rivers he took us to fish was a tributary to the Connecticut River. I loved to fish and while I preferred lake fishing and live bait, I learned the ways of the river and the fish.
Last night I was in a meeting and I saw my dad, I saw fish and I saw something that I saw from roughly 1995-2001. It was during that time I saw something involving fish and spirituality. On the way home from the meeting I was reminded of it and saw the emphasis of.
There was a season in New England history where the salmon and shad made their way up the rivers of the Connecticut. (In 1997 I saw a salmon in Springfield Vermont. How did it get there? Birds?) I think salmon are amazing creatures. Just as the eagle brings a sense of “pull” to me so does the salmon. (And seeing a salmon in the talons of an eagle…)
Any dead fish can swim downstream, but a real fish can swim against the current. In so many ways, as adversity has come, I have reminded myself of the salmon (And the shad…)as they swam up the rivers of New England.
In Colonial times, so plentiful were the fish in the Connecticut that the practice of pulling them from the streams and rivers swollen with their appearance and tossed on the fields of New England for fertilizing the fields.
Last night Randall said “revelation returns to the dirt (Holding his hand over his chest area.)of humility to find a place to grow into maturity.” It was then I saw the fish.
Many things happened last night, but it was on the way home I was reminded of the words I spoke in 1997. Some of those words were related to the toll bridge on the Connecticut coming down. (It did some years later.) But I saw the fish returning to New England and thought there is something coming. I felt the salmon were representative of the leading of the Lord.
As I did research I saw such similarities not in the middle states of our nation, but in the areas of Washington, Oregon and Idaho. As I spoke about it a man showed up from Washington. Others came from Washington and Idaho. I saw New England similarities amongst the Pacific Northwest. Both tucked away in corners of our great country, rocky coastlines, vast interiors and people who overcame the climates of their regions. BUT, there were many similarities in the salmon industry as well.
So powerful was my thinking about it at the time, I thought it was if New England and the Pacific Northwest were twins “separated” at birth. In meetings I talked of the “coming reciprocity” where men and women would come from the Northwest and the Northeast would reciprocate. The Northwest came and came often. We, the Northeast never really went. (I am guilty of that.) I saw it like a large water wheel bringing waters of the west to the east and it flowing across the plains of America. Another water wheel brought waters from the east to the west and a similar phenomenon occurred.
Last night I saw it again and I determined I will not miss it, if and when the opportunity arises.
New England has often lived in bubble. An “all roads” lead here mentality. But we can not be a “dead sea”, simply receiving as a “tax collector” of sorts.
I see the return of the “salmon” to New England. I see them on the fields, their glistening bodies, providing the fuel of harvests white. They are coming back!
Last night Randall quoted a proverb: “The teacher will not come until the student is ready”. (It is oft attributed to Buddha or Hindu, but most likely had its roots in theosophy.)
New England-it is our time to sow. The nations are waiting. Not just of our monies, but of our resurrected lives. There is a process of sowing and reaping that remains in the earth. What we sow, so shall we reap.And as we sow our lives into others, life shall return to our New England shores. Tangible proofs shall be found in our land, in our waters and in our fields. (The purest “natural” state of gold in the world has been found in New England state. 99.47% pure. It is here.)