Blue skies and red earth below my feet, a tribal African energy resonates outward. I hear a language I do not understand, singing together, body movements in perfect unison with their voices. Ochre, mud, red clay is smeared on their skin. A steady drumbeat resonates within me, I want to move with them.
There is a multitude of wild game around us, exotic animals from my viewpoint. The rhythmic beat is infectious. The singing draws forth deep emotions and primal urges. I feel free, uninhibited by anyone and anything. I move as I feel guided, I sing as the melody pushes up within me emotions that were always hidden on the surface but now exposed and bared. I move with the group, as one.
I feel a connection with the land, the soil, the people. I hear “salt of the earth.” You are the backbone that so many lean upon, though weary yourself, you can take the load of those so reliant upon you. I visually see the Earth crack below my feet. Your connection with “the land” is deep and all consuming. Through your toil and sweat, so many souls have rested their weary feet upon “the land.”
A darkness descends suddenly as brightly twinkling stars appear. Stories are now being told, ones that have been handed down for years. Your religion, your faith. A long lineage of stories that have been handed down countless generations. You understand the importance of elders and their knowledge. You seek to preserve this knowledge, use it and likewise, in due time, hand it down to capable hands. Wise beyond your years, you understood early the importance of passing down crucial information.
I see in front of me, on the right, a shaft of white glowing light. It’s a beautiful light that compels one to come closer towards it. This light is electrifying, glowing and emanates a radiance of love.
Yellow-green prairie grasses are blowing in the wind as an intense sun light bears down upon you. A searing wind cuts into your face and touches your dry cracked lips, seeming to never let up. Your throat is parched, your skin is brown on this South African plain. You are in a covered wagon crossing what feels like an endless expanse of land. You are new settlers here, colonizers of new territory.
This perilous journey is not for the faint-hearted, one must have one’s wits about one, constantly on guard for an ever present danger, whether from beast or the elements. Your mind constantly turns to thoughts of a new life, a new start, as homesteaders or farmers. The harsh conditions do not dissuade you, but rather galvanize you to continue on. A pioneer.
I see broken wagon wheels, broken axles, horses under strain, open cooking fires, extreme harsh weather, but courage and determination move you on. An inherent feeling of proprietary rights, you are strong in your conviction of land claims. You give yourselves this “right.” The feelings of expansion, movement, colonization, proprietary notions are not present in today’s time but are distinctly and overwhelming felt back then.
I slip into the sheath of shining white light I saw earlier. I breathe deeply several times allowing the energy to penetrate into every pore. I see you advancing towards the luminous light and I beckon you to enter as well. We stand so still, breathing deeply and allowing the beautiful energy to penetrate into our deepest core. I view your chakras as you stand in this light:
I see an intense “rain” striking down into your crown chakra. Silvery streaks flow incessantly down, just as an intense rain. Brilliant, energetic silvery rain. Your 3rd eye is revolving slowly and appears upside down. Around your throat chakra area, I feel as if speech is being spurt out, at times consistently, at other times inconsistently, but always as an “outburst,” coming all out at once. A radiance of green, heartfelt, loving energy permeates your heart chakra. Happiness to be with those around you, this loving radiance extends outwards around you, enveloping those around you with a glowing warmth. You solar plexus is sending forth energy, perhaps you are giving out more energy than you should. Overextending yourself. This you need not do, for your life force energy is being used by those around you. Please refrain from overextending yourself, and allow the energy within you to recharge yourself and not others. I feel a pelvic, perhaps hip problem around your sacral chakra area. You are grounded at your base chakra.
I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me:
You are sitting on a bench wearing a “patrician” dress. Perhaps a certain time period in Italy fascinates you, for you are richly dressed in embroideries and fine cloths. Your hair is braided up and bits of lace hang about your collar. Several angels fall in behind you, multicoloured and beautiful. AA Raphael is here. I am being told that you are a “healer,” you have a healing ability. A man has come forward, he has black hair and a black mustache. This man radiates and sends loving greetings. There are more souls crowding in on both sides of you. People you have known, but have now forgotten. They send loving greetings and are so happy for you and the strides you have made here. There is a pure white cat here with long hair. It looks like a Persian cat. The cat fits perfectly with your patrician clothes.
I ask to see a timeline:
I’m brought again to the African plains. A reminder surfaces to accept the “natives” around you. For the old notion of expansion and colonization does not fit in today’s society.
In your current time I see you sitting at a desk. I do not know if you are writing or thinking about writing, but there is considerable time spent contemplating and reflecting. You are encouraged and helped by your guides around you.
In the future I see a sadness in your eyes, knowing your life is coming to an end. A journey in itself and many mixed feelings as to opportunities taken and perhaps those missed. A smile on your face, for you KNOW you are soon FREE.
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