A spiraling energy descends as I step into it with my arms held high above my head. I start to turn as my arms swirl into this incoming energy. It looks like iridescent space dust. I feel compelled to move, swirling, twirling as in a trance. A whirling dervish.
Your namesake Archangel is around you.
I quickly see a glimpse of dirt, rags, sweat, a wild animal. A confusion in me arises, do I really find myself in early human history battling a tiger? Where does this tiger come from? I am baffled. Where am I?
Is this perhaps a Roman Coliseum in an “outback” province? I hear nothing but see someone nodding to me in agreement.
Sweat, dirt, a roaring sound. The crowd is undignified, vulgar, a bloodthirstiness clings to the air. I cannot watch this animal tear you apart as the crowd eagerly does. I do not understand the violence. I remind myself, I am not here to judge, I am a mere observer.
There is something I am being shown: the remarkable training that has brought you here. You will die in the arena but this does not diminish your pride in the entire “journey” you have undertaken to be here. This is an honourable way to die.
The noise of the crowd dies down as you slowly drift off, there is an intense focus on these final moments. What you’ve been waiting for! There is no need to strain your physical being, for you are suspended from it. Beautiful.
Do I feel a distaste for cats? The big cats as well as small housecats?
I am still twirling in this “energetic space dust”. I feel as if I am in a timeless dust devil, the swirling energy effortlessly gliding and settling around you. There is a feeling of utter defeat, exactly when one is beaten in a battle. This energy you will need to recharge yourself.
Your namesake stands “huge” behind you, “You are loved!”. There are other angels flocking to either side. These angels envelope and comfort you. They help you peel away your daily stress.
Someone has stepped forward on your mother’s side. Shy, she does not want to be noticed. Dark brown hair, thin face, a low voice: “We miss you and love you!”. This woman wants to cry! On your father’s side, I see a white-haired gentleman come forward, “We love you.”
I ask to see a timeline of your past.
You were taken as an orphan, turned into a slave. You despise working for others. They take you and train you for the “fights”. There is no way out for you – you do not even think about this. This does not cross your mind. Your focus and intent is on defense, defensive positions and saving yourself. You realise that when you are unable to defeat your opponent, you will accept, by the grace of God, your fate… your death. You are a swirling mass of thoughts, preparing for when your time will come. The noise, the crowd, others do not penetrate your inner concentration and awareness.
You currently find yourself in a “fix”, not knowing which direction to take. “He must focus on his true inner needs and desires. All can be attained. He is creating his future in the NOW.”