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The Dancer

I see a young man stamping his feet onto the ground.  Stamping feet in rhythm with drums.  The percussion sounds like rolling thunder.  A large group of men, all dressed similarly, dancing together.  Heavy movements as the soles of their feet hit the ground in unison.  The dance sounds and looks like a threat, inducing nature to respond in kind.  The men are fearless, strong and create an image of an immense force, a force to be reckoned with.  We are in Polynesia, pre-Christian times.

This group of warriors is showing and exerting their prowess at fighting and wielding clubs in their dance, moving them around their bodies in an imaginary battle.  The qualities of agility and strength are observed in each man, each warrior.

I follow the movements, legs are splayed, stamping to either side.  i no longer am seeing these dancers as men.  Masks conceal their faces, I feel an intense entreaty to a god.  Submission and fear envelop those watching you.  What started as a human dance has culminated in transcending to the heavens.  Beckoning the gods and showing your true mighty greatness.  Intimidating and full of power.

A powerful drum has sounded throughout, a strong beat interchanging with light tapping noises.  The sound of rain falling.  The dancers change again, the men circling around, their arms in the air, making dashing movements as rain would, coming down in torrents.  Again, I no longer see the dancers as men, rather as dashing, slashing rain falling around me.  A curious thing to lose oneself in this dance, for not only is the observer lost, but the dancer as well.

The dancers are of a warrior clan, the strongest and boldest in the tribe.  You are one of them.  Entrusted to pass the knowledge on to the next generation, venerated knowledge.  Knowledge given over to your tribe which has been celebrated for many, many years.  I hear the song, see the pounding legs before me and am impressed with the respect and deference recorded in the dance.

Your dance allows you to transcend time, allows you to move beyond your ordinary self into something mighty and immense.  There are masks being shown to me, wooden masks, ceremonial masks.  Some are very frightening and scary, their appearance allows energy to permeate the dance.  Frightening and intimidating, you and your fellow dancers are allowing yourselves to control your environment, things you cannot see.  By manipulating the masks you decide when these things appear and when they do not.  A fear of not being in control.  A fear of being, you manage the elements, you are the manipulators and controllers.

A bright shiny light is unleashed with every stamp of your feet.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is wide, open, distant and vast, stars appear here.  Your 3rd eye is open, spinning, there is a direct link with ancestral spirits here, helping, advising, guiding.  At your throat chakra, I experience a short but intense squeeze.  The thought of not being able to share your gifts with others due to a negative reception from them.  At your heart chakra, I see a bright light being emitted, a spinning light, a joy and love for humanity is felt here.  At your solar plexus, I feel a want to shelter yourself, as if you want to crawl into a shell and hide.  Though full of gratitude for your life at this point in time, I feel an inhibition and need to seclude yourself from others.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a sliding movement, a need to move away from one relationship and into another.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear first as the  dancer, it’s daylight now, intense sunshine illuminates you.  A feeling of pride at your abilities and accomplishments.  The knowledge that you are in control of your environment surrounds you.  Angels come to your sides.  AA Michael is with you as a fellow soldier in arms, protective and full of love.  The Ascended Master El Morya is with you at this point in time, helping to control willpower and tolerance when life seems difficult.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your dancing, which demonstrates control and agility, is admired by many and takes much time and energy to learn.  You succeed in transcending the here and now, bounding to the heavens in your dances.  At the present time, I see you sitting in a chair looking around you, feeling forlorn, lost, having difficulty placing yourself in the present moment.  In the future, I see you working, diligently and preoccupied, completely immersed in what you are doing.

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A Silent Prayer

A woman is praying in a church, her eyes are closed and I watch as the silent words of her prayer drift above her head.  A fervent request, intentioned with supplication and desire.  The request is rattled off several times after which the woman gets up and leaves the church.  We are in the Philippines.  1800s.  This woman wears western clothing, she is the offspring of a mixed marriage, living in a well-off household, much above the means of the locals living around her.

As a single woman, her mind is occupied with thoughts of her future marriage.  Destined to marry someone of her social level, a man has already been found for her.  A sheen of charm and sophistication surrounds this particular man, but hidden under the polish and gleam is abusiveness.  An unhappy and failed marriage looms before her and she can only ask and pray for intercedence.  The fact that she is not in control of her future is disappointing and frustrating, being only able to move forward, willingly and happily, and thus maintain appearances.  The thought of being wantonly abused by another makes her shudder.

She begs for interference in the church for no one, not even her close family, sees the man’s true nature.  She might as well walk into a burning fire.  These moments of vacillation, of fervent hope, and deep prayer do not prevent the inevitable.  A doomed marriage, a hurt woman, and a man encouraged by society to engage in a narcissistic control over women, abusing and hurting with complete disregard for others and no inner moral objections.  For society, neighbours, and family do not consider this of him.

The mirror given to this man shows his actions are acceptable and more importantly, justifiable.  You are seen as the impetus for his anger, outbursts, and violence.  Your unwillingness to conform to his ideals and wants creates imbalance.  Your imbalance mitigated by an inner need for justice and equality and his imbalance exacerbated by impertinence.  Your behaviour is unacceptable in his world.

I see an outline of a church in a twilit sky.  Stars appear.  The energy that is here I present to you.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is deep and open, lights appear twinkling here.  Your 3rd eye revolves and spins, but slowly, a feeling of being overwhelmed by what is out there.  At your throat chakra, a tightness is felt, a need to conform to those around you and an inability to choose things for yourself.  Your heart spins, emitting a vibrant light.  A genuine love is felt here for those around you.  At your solar plexus, I see an expansive light, but feelings appear of falling intermittently into a depression.  A love for life that changes and moves to extremes.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a sense of confusion, emotions overwhelming you.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear seated, wearing 19th century clothing, prayer beads in your right hand.  I feel the presence of Ascended Master Kuthumi with you at this point in time, he helps you work on self-awareness and keeping faith.  His wisdom and love is around you.  The presence of Mary Magdalene is felt, love enfolding you.

I ask to see a timeline.  I am brought back to the scene in the church.  The prayers being uttered, but not believed.  A sense of hopelessness pervades you, knowing that unhappiness is just but a moments breath away from you.  Tied to your family’s wishes, you see no clear way forward for yourself, and only as habit you enter the church to pray.  This will not change the outcome of your situation.  At the present time I see some major decisions need to be made.  Awareness of possible outcomes may help you in finding an answer, think progressively, without limiting your expectations.  In the future, I see sparkling eyes, a happiness that radiates from your face, for you have found your niche.

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The Bitter Rivalry

I see you crouching down, knees bent, your body close to the ground.  I hear monkeys screeching in the canopy of lofty trees that rise above me.  Many, many tall trees are here in this rich rainforest.  A cadence of language I do not understand.  The Philippines.  I cannot sense a time period.

This is a story of a bitter rivalry between two sisters.  A sisterly rivalry that begins as healthy competition and escalates into disloyalty and betrayal.  Each trying to outmanoeuvre and out-position the other.  A rivalry that lasts a lifetime and plays out in every facet of their lives, whether wrangling for status within the village or finding a mate.

Two personal battles waged against one other, both desiring the same things and both seeking triumph over the other.  What is most coveted by each woman is support of the villagers, implying one is superior in all aspects.  Neither woman attempts to unify and strengthen love within their close family, instead a complete and utterly fanatical focus is on annihilating and controlling the other.

At the very centre of their conflict, a man is being fought over by these two women.  Unrelenting, obstinate and contrary, neither woman is willing to cede to the other.  The man that both desire is keenly aware of the intense rivalry between the sisters, but an inner pride exists, knowing he is being fought over.  It’s immaterial to him who the eventual winner here is, being more predisposed to thinking about himself.  Gratification, conceit and flattery bloom.  He watches, stands idly to the side, doing nothing to appease and console, but rather fans the fire at times, taking immense pleasure in watching the outcome between the girls.  His inflated male ego stoked, he puffs in glory.

The women heap abuse on one another.  Satisfaction eludes both women though, for as soon as one of them marries, achieving the pinnacle of what they both desired, a realisation becomes apparent.  What each really wanted was control and dominance over the other.  The battle, won and lost, continues to consume them both.  This is your life long battle.

The darkest night, I hear creatures, insects in the forest.  An alternate world that most are unaware of.  I humbly ask for beautiful green healing light to penetrate here, covering all that needs it.  I see you in the shower of green light, free, able to finally let go and release, a huge burden has been removed.  Lightness of energy quickly appears within you.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is a wide, open area, glittering with stars.  Your 3rd eye is revolving but very, very slowly, a reluctance is felt here.  Your throat chakra is wide open, spinning brightly, a sense of knowing and accepting who you are, you do not allow others to box you in.  At your heart chakra, I feel a wide sense of love here, love for those around you.  Your solar plexus also shines brightly, again a knowing that this life is but illusion, an acceptance of knowing there are lessons to be learned and cherishing each one that comes along.  You appreciate life and in so doing, exude an enjoyment in living within the present moment.  Your sacral chakra spins.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

i ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear, dressed very neatly in traditional clothing.  Angels settle quickly around you.  AA Gabriel is with you sending out love and acceptance.  The Ascended Master Jesus Sananda walks with you, helping you to express love, and in so doing, raising the consciousness of those around you.  His presence and love is with you always.

I ask to see a timeline.  You have won the sisterly rivalry, winning the man of your desires, but in doing so have exposed the lower depths of your soul to others.  Attached to you are words of deception and treachery.  You are seen as the cause of family strife and not reconciliation.  In the present time, I see you among friends.  Very cheerful and happy.  You are a source that brings people together, uniting instead of separating.  In the future, I see you wearing white clothes, these are not clothes of today, the material is odd.  You are with a group working together in assisting others.

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Teams of Stormtroopers

I hear the lyrics from Eminem, “The Monster”

I’m friends with the monster
That’s under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You’re trying to save me
Stop holding your breath
And you think I’m crazy
Yeah, you think I’m crazy (crazy)

Note to Reader:  As with every reading, please use your own discernment.

Stormtroopers, but they are not from war torn Germany during The Great War, they are from Mars.  I listen to the following narrative:

“A battle fought long ago with no consequent winners.  A battle fought for the sake of fighting, expressing extreme hostility and control over others.   This war has been somewhat captured in science fiction movies, but all have yet to understand the full destructive capabilities of those fighting against each other.  Modern military equipment today is antiquated in comparison to what was used at this time.”

“War is of a low vibration.  We succeeded in succumbing to our base emotions, being driven by an intensity of emotion that you on Earth would consider psychotic.  We did not hold back, we exercised no prudence or caution and we thought very little of others and the outcome of our actions.  Our elusive goal was victory over our pursuers, a want to control them.  We saw blazing flash fires, crashing vehicle modules and extreme intensities of heat.  Teams of stormtroopers in protective clothing would rush to scenes of violence, helping to either escalate the fighting or clear the scene entirely.  We saw no surrender.  All sides fighting.”

“I want to tell you these things in order to put a stop and quell violence and warfare on Earth.  You are all Earth guardians, having chosen Earth as your landing stage.  Do not betray the dedication and sense of responsibility that each of you hold in your hearts.  Your lives are not about destruction, senseless killing, and all calamity of horrors.  One must find love in one’s heart, love for fellow men, for Earth, for Creation.  I am but a reminder to all of those who follow in the path of destruction.  Ultimately it only destroys you, limiting your own growth.  I send this message with love.”

I watch in astonishment as a bright star suddenly vapourises before my eyes.  The shining light blinks into nothingness and I am left with darkness before me.  I observe shimmering light fall around you, sensing a need to soothe and console.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is a big expanse, a shining light is exposed here.  A deep connection with Source.  Your 3rd eye revolves and spins, but spins with intermittent black outs.  A sense of trying to gather too much information at once.  At your throat chakra, I sense an inner harmony.  A knowing of who you are in your heart and complete acceptance therein.  At your heart chakra, a blazing light shines forth, a love for humanity and the planet.  A need to keep everything safe here for millennia to come.  Your solar plexus spins, shining forth a joyous love for being here at this point in time.  Your sacral chakra spins, but dims at times.  A reluctance is felt to involve yourself too deeply in relationships.  At your base chakra you are grounded.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear as I quickly saw you at the start of the reading.  You are wearing stormtrooper gear, ready to move with your unit.  Attachment to base emotions is felt here as well as the realisation of the need to release.  The Ascended Master Sanat Kumara is here with you at this point in time, helping you and Humankind understand that thoughts are real and can have form, even in another dimension.  There is a group hovering around you.  Men in arms from the past, helping you and encouraging you to let go of suppressed thought forms.  These are your brothers.  I feel the presence of AA Michael with you, a beautiful, radiating love that encompasses all.  A knowing and ambition to fulfill your mission here.

I ask to see a timeline.  You and your team were caught unawares.  Liquidised, vapourised immediately.  Though your life was led in pursuit of fear, warfare, superiority, many lessons have been deeply ingrained within you.  Your depth of knowledge is accessed of this destructive era while here on Earth, spreading love and peaceful thoughts around you.  Avoiding conflict at all costs.  At the present time, I see a sports match being played.  Enjoyment at winning but in a confined, organised way.  In the future, I see you attending to others, helping in a most useful and caring way.

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Melodious Singing

A beautiful expanse of water before me, glistening and shining at sunset.  Beautiful rosy colours are reflected in the water.  Placid, calm, and peaceful.  A woman with brown skin and long brown plaits steps gently forward in the water until she emerges.  I see a red hibiscus flower in her hair.  A soothing, inner calm is felt here.  All is well.

A melodious singing is heard, many voices coming together in unison.  Fiji.  The islands of Fiji, 1800’s.  A time of change and encroaching colonial interests here.  A joyous celebration is being prepared in honour of a King for this momentous occasion.  Feasts are being prepared.  Holes are dug up in the earth where meats and root vegetables will be cooked.  I see a few native women, a sense of jubilation, their voices call out in song.  Melodious singing.  A lure and call to keep their traditions alive, a sadness that their previous way of life is changing.  There is a gravity to the situation with the song, a calling out, louder and louder.  A call for everyone to keep the traditions alive, to identify with their rich ancestral traditions.  A sadness is felt over the break with tradition, long standing traditions of the isles.  Many do not realise the gravity of the situation.

Peaceful, amiable, love is felt here.  An enduring call to all on this island, embrace who you are, your culture, your identity and not to lose sight of this important heritage.  These women sing this song in unison to me.  A tropical island paradise.

I listen, transfixed to their story, sung out in beautiful, melodious voices.  You are one of these women.  Upon finishing, you step away from them glowing, beautiful, and solemn.  This is your mission here, reminding others of their important cultural identity, their legacy for the future.

I fan out small seashells on the beach, pointing them in all directions, creating a circle of life, a never ending ring of love.  After the last shell is placed on the sand, I stand up and view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is immense, wide, opening to expansive energies.  Your 3rd eye revolves slowly.  Very slowly.  At your throat chakra I feel, and also see, a piercing, a small hole here that allows vital energy to escape.  I immediately bring down crystal clear stones to repair this hole, allowing the momentum and energy to continue spinning your chakra.  At your heart chakra, I feel crying, weeping.  I see tears being wiped dry and complacency slowly settle over you.  A trying episode has played out before you and now you would like solitude.  Your solar plexus is beaming bright light.  Acknowledgment to service is felt here.  At your sacral chakra, I feel apprehensiveness, a need to wait and see what a new relationship will bring.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  It’s evening and you appear with your brown plaits around your shoulders.  The red hibiscus flower still in your hair, wearing tribal dress.  The loving glow of Mother Mary envelopes you, she gives you courage to establish yourself in society.  AA Gabriel is with you now, bringing harmony and love.  Budding angels are around you.

I ask to see a timeline.  A strong singing voice is heard, an iconic lilting voice of the South Pacific.  Your voice is loudest, ringing clear, beckoning others in.  A nightingale.  You remind others of their place at the moment.  Your singing carries with it traditions and pride.  Others that hear you are reminded at once and acknowledge this living legacy.  At the present time I see you sitting relaxed, yet carefully observing those around you.  Making mental notes for yourself to mark this present moment.  In the future, an ever changing wardrobe shuffle.  I see, one wardrobe being exchanged for another.  Done with ease and delight.

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Defend the Royals

A man crouches down low in the grass, a helmet upon his head.  This is an odd looking, peaked, metal helmet that is not modern.  There is no visor on this helmet.  A clearing, somewhere in Europe, the Middle Ages, around the 15th century.  You are what today would be considered German.

You have your ear close to the ground.  I see you are wearing floppy leather shoes, soft and pliable.  I believe you are listening for horses, for a vibration on the ground, a low rumble informing you of incoming men, more horses, more soldiers.  “Defend the royals.”  I hear the lyrics from Lorde, “Royals”:

And we’ll never be royals (royals).
It don’t run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain’t for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

You are in service to someone else, a mercenary soldier.  Told what to do, where to go, and when to do it.  You are listening for an approach of horses in order to report back to camp.  This is vital information needed in order to secure, protect, and defend.

Only a cursory view have you ever been given of these royals.  Though appearing as ordinary people in fine clothes, you believe in your heart that they are above you, superior in intellect, station, and wielding unlimited power over others.  You do not question or waver in your beliefs.  You know this in your heart, and in so doing, you risk your life for someone else thinking they are better than you.

Ambushes, attacks, defensive fortifications.  Tactical fighting with weapons, knowing you have a job to serve.  Defend at all costs.  One of many soldiers, recruited, paid, doing a job that fills you with satisfaction.

I lean my ear close to the ground following a motion of silence from you.  Adept at scouting and listening, swift on your feet, your messages are quickly relayed back to camp.  A forerunner of tactical planning and strategic maneuvering, you are not fighting for noble ideals of courage, honour, valour, or bravery.

My hands are on the soft brown earth, I lightly brush the soil.  A boom echoes out.  Distant cannon fire.  I watch as energetic gold dust drifts down upon you like snow.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, expansive, a twilight of colours seen here, sparkling.  At your 3rd eye, I see a fluttery movement, a fear that you will miss something important.  You are quite capable of receiving pertinent information, but must not concentrate on the fear, for in so doing, you miss that which is around you.  Your throat chakra is slightly closed off.  A feeling of being pushed into a tight box, a box that you do not fit into nor is it agreeable to you.  At your heart chakra, I feel a pumping away feeling.  Love is definitely here, but not truly revealed.  Your solar plexus is shining brightly, spinning, a serious outlook on the enjoyment of life.  Try to lighten up!  Your sacral chakra is spinning, bright, but I feel a slight disturbance here.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear wearing the strange metal helmet.  A symbol of your position within the military unit, your devotion to service, a willingness to fight.  You take all this quite seriously, defending.  AA Michael is here, his valiant sword near him, his loving light surrounds you.  The Ascended Master Lord Lanto is with you at this point in time, offering assistance to those drawn to greater learning, especially through a spiritual Source.   A pack of dogs suddenly collapse at your feet, hunting dogs.  Panting, exhausted and overwrought, circling, and only wanting rest.

I ask to see a timeline.  I’m taken back again to the clearing, listening for horses coming in the distance.  You will run back to camp with an approximate time estimate.  Men hurriedly rush to be in defensive positions.  Alert and waiting.  You are part of the forerunners of stratagem and military planning.  At the present time, I see numerous things before you, and indecision as to what to undertake first.  Remain clear, rational, and start somewhere.  The importance is that you must begin.  In the future, i see a grassy area, this time you are not looking to the ground, listening, rather looking upwards, observing.

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A Turkish Bath

I see an endless cloud of steam, drifting lazily into the air, twisting effortlessly into circular shapes.  I watch the steam curl, rising higher and higher until it finally dissipates.  I am unsure of where I am.  It feels like a lounge, a place of rest and relaxation.

A Turkish bath, the Ottoman Empire.  Eyes stare glassily forward, self absorbed, seeing nothing around them but thick fog.  You are here, in this bath, providing happiness for others.  A sense of evading life’s daily problems, not facing reality but escapism.  A chance for everyone who comes to you to indulge in a retreat, a respite from the endless boredom and problems in their lives.  You understand the need for a daily escape.

I feel as if I will swoon, there is so much hot steam and humidity around me.  Billowing, rising.  I squint my eyes and try to catch my breath.  I see you through the distant mist.  I hear distinct instrumental music in the background, a singer, a zither.  A feeling of resplendence, being in the Orient, overcomes me.

An energy that is static and non-porous surrounds you.  A dense energy.  It morphs and expands but allows little breathing room.  It is difficult to expel negative energy here.  Billows of fog build up in here, causing confusion, muddleheadedness and loss of clarity.  A cloud of steam, largely caused by disappointment in regards to relationships and emotional security.  A great need is felt here.  Perhaps low self-esteem is interlocked and intermingled here.  I must clear the the thick steam for it is hindering my view.

I gather a ribbon of energy from Source, creating portals for the steam to disappear.  I allow an input of crystal clear blue energy to fill this space.  As in physics with the conservation of energy, it is only transformed and transmuted.  Loving blue light engulfs you.

I view your chakras in the blue light radiating out from you.  Your crown chakra is open, a visible beautiful light is seen here, vast and wide.  Your 3rd eye turns, at times, sluggishly.  At your throat chakra, I feel an intense need and want to express yourself, but inhibition hinders you.  Your heart chakra spins and a brilliant light shines forth, illuminating love, but this love is kept within and must be released.  Your solar plexus is light and bright, an underlying joyfulness for life.  Your sacral chakra spins, but dims at times.  A definite point of imbalance, especially in regards to relationships.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear stepping out of the thick layer of steam, emerging just as a beautiful butterfly would from its chrysalis.  The blue light of Mother Mary surrounds you, emanating love and grace.  Intuitive energies of wisdom are sent your way in order to establish yourself securely in society.  AA Michael’s presence is felt with you, love and protection always at your side.

I ask to see a timeline.  You are in the Ottoman Empire, what would today be considered Turkey.  A bathhouse emerges from the fog and steam.  I understand what I could not see earlier.  You are working in this bathhouse.  Space and time converging, an epiphany and bloom in culture and arts rage here.  At the present time I see you engaged with others.  Thinking in an office.  Your present personal problems overshadowed or perhaps purposely buried under your current job, ignoring them, hoping the problems won’t surface.  In the future, I see you gliding along, happiness and disappointment are no longer present.  Gliding effortlessly.

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