Last night, before I closed my eyes, I offered a heartfelt prayer—that I remain connected to my Family of Light, the Shining Ones, and that I might come to understand a prophetic message I received nearly twenty years ago: “To summon an army of angels.”
And in that space between sleep and waking, my prayer was answered—a message came— that was spoken like a metaphor into the silence: “Jerusalem is for sale.” Interestingly, just before those words arrived, I had been dreaming—and in the dream, I was standing inside an architectural business from the 1970s—a place of blueprints, foundations, and design.
As I looked around, I noticed two large, vibrant prints of—Archangel Michael and Archangel Gabriel. Their bold presence filled the space, as if reminding me that the architecture of the soul must be built upon truth and divine order.
As I became fully awake, I began to sense that this message was not speaking literally of a city of stone, but rather of a City of Light—the Jerusalem within. It evoked the timeless expression, “As Above, So Below,” a reminder of how divine coherence manifests —in this space, mind, spirit, and matter align.
The dream showed me how, across time, humanity has been busy constructing its world—laying down blueprints of power and ambition—and somewhere along the way, we began to sell what was sacred.
We sold our Jerusalem when we allowed the temple of our soul to become a marketplace, when our light was traded for approval, and our truth was exchanged for fitting in.
Hower, it is Michael who has always stood as a constant companion with his strength and truth, his sword cutting through illusion, and the beloved Gabriel who sounded the trumpet call of glory and remembrance—with a message that our sacred design can still be restored—I can now see what my earlier message truly meant.
The “army of angels” I was asked to summon was never an army of battle, but of builders of light—architects of the new consciousness—the souls who remember the divine blueprint of creation.
So, what I know now is that Jerusalem is for sale only when we forget our authentic design.
When we remember, the sale is voided, the blueprint realigned, and the Holy City rises again—not on land, but as the light of our new dawn.
Heart to Heart, Elizabeth
Elizabeth Ellames 