I seek the voice

My vision if it is in fact a vision and not something I ate is of a search I must undertake to find the voice. My vision starts on a battle field, there stands a woman feared, yet respected by all.On each of her wrists is a dagger, the daggers. are named understsanding and peace. Around her waist hangs a mighty sword named truth, though I know this woman is a leader she is not the one I seek. I Seek one called the voice and though I know at least one member of this group he has yet to tell me my search is over.I see in my vision the watchers and of what they were and what they will become. The woman I see is one of them. I see also many past civilisations flourish and diminish. I see a great pyramid of green material that towers over a refuge or sanctuary, what ever it is I feel so safe there. Nighthawk asked me once what I saw at the end of my vision by the lake. I was afraid to tell him as he seemed to imply that for the rest to be true I must answer this and I feared of ridicule. I saw you nighthawk and that dam jug I fear so much. I know now it contains the waters of life. I sent you what was said in private message. Is my search over.