The Seed Prophecy

By Dana Kokla

Pedro, a priest, channeled through Dana tells a simple story of a garden and a seed. With vast layers of depth, the creation of our world and its future is revealed with the 2nd coming and the great shift, at centre stage.

With his gentle story, he explains why there is an extraterrestrial presence around earth and why so many of us have felt so much fear, uncertainty and restlessness, leaving us with a deep sense of well-being.

Questions raised in previous books by the author are answered and conspiracy theories are laid to rest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dana Kokla
• Release date: Mar 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465924520

Dana Kokla

Dana writes fiction, non-fiction, spiritual, new age, self-help and gift-books. Trained by a Christian Spiritualist Minister to be a medium, Dana has worked for 20 years as a medium, dream interpreter, psychic artist, psychic detective and flower reader. Originally from Newcastle in England, Dana now lives in Greece with her husband and two children and works from home, writing, cooking and gardening.

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The Seed Prophecy

By Dana Kokla

Copyright 2012 Dana Kokla

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - PEDRO

Chapter 2 - The Garden

Chapter 3 - The Shift

Chapter 4 - The Journey

Chapter 5 - The Seed

Chapter 6 - Return of the Messenger

Chapter 7 - The All

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Chapter 1

PEDRO

Pedro is my oldest friend, my guide and my inspirer. He came to me as a young priest who once worked in Rome and advised me that I could call him Pedro. He has been with me, working together, teaching, guiding and inspiring me, for many years. Not always showing himself to me, he has always placed his beard on my face so that I knew it was he who was close to me. Of the many gifts and blessings that I feel have been bestowed upon me, the two that have remained at the forefront of my memory are a golden key and a yellow rose.

Sitting together one morning at my kitchen table, he told me a short story about a moment in his old life, as follows:-

"In the olden days, when I was born, when I was alive, there was a very different way of thinking from that which there is today. We used to think that the world was square and flat. There was a ‘below’ and an ‘above.’

Today, you see the ‘whole’, ‘round’ picture – or so you believe.

There is actually so much more to the ‘roundness’ of the whole thing. As your perspective grows, you will move further back from the view that you have now and that ‘roundness’ will grow ever larger, until it’s consuming all that you see.

When I was a child, I sat one day in an orange tree, eating oranges. I held it in my hand and gazed upon its radiant colour and holy shape. Then I peeled it. There was something beneath the peel, equally worthy of my attention. I gazed at the web of fine white pith, which had held its skin ‘immovable’ and ‘close’. Whilst eating the orange and giving thanks for its taste, I realized the seeds were yet another fascinating aspect of my orange. With their own layers of depth, one day a tree just such as I was sitting in would sprout and grow, bearing its own oranges one day.

This whole experience, on that sacred day, led me to thoughts of our earth and nature and thoughts of the very reason for life itself; because I could see in the seed, the tree and the fruit, reflections of people and life.

I wondered if the seed itself had any control over the tree it became. Indeed from my position in ‘my’ tree, gazing across the orchard, it appeared to me that every single tree was different and unique, having grown in its own way.

All admittedly were orange trees but each was unique. I could see that some had grown from harder and dryer land than others. Some reached out to ‘touch’ and grow entwining their branches with those of other trees. And some grew close to trees that were not orange trees but olive trees, or fig trees.

It seemed to me then because of the huge diversity amongst the orange trees that they were, each seed, in full control of their own growth. I wondered then, why some of them would grow beside the olive or fig trees, touching and growing together – Why didn’t they stay, growing with their own orange trees?

Were those seeds reaching out to give love, to take comfort or did they simply want to grow taller, wider or bear a different fruit for the world?

Could those trees ‘commune’ with each other or the wind or the sun? If I listened carefully would I hear those trees ‘loving’ each other and their fruits?

From the orange that I’d held and lovingly worshipped, my gaze had moved from that single perspective, to encompass a much greater picture. It was a picture which left me, admittedly with more questions but it had given me some answers too – and a unique sense of life, earth, will, love and growth."

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I had listened to the story, wrote it down in fact as it was being told to me. But that day, I was struggling to lift myself. I had been upset the day before and the negativity was still clouding my mind a bit.

I told Pedro that I enjoyed his story and why. I explained the various layers that I could see to the story and then I tried to remind him what it was like, living in a physical life. It’s been so long for him that sometimes I think he’s forgotten what it was really like. I said that this moment of his childhood had been but a moment. It had been something of a spiritual revelation for him. I have had my own and I remember the feeling, the lift that you get inside, the feeling of being connected to something greater than yourself. But I said, as