I see someone kneeling directly on to a stone church floor. Your hair is cut short, looking squarish, framing your face. Diligent and earnest in your prayers, you remain kneeling for some time. This is the Middle Ages.
A journeyman, a wanderer, living off the charity of others.
I suddenly perceive a child turn his dirty face up to me, beckoning me with a finger to follow him. I hear an echo of children’s voices, a hollow echo, bouncing off nothing. The child points to ashes where a fire once raged.
You have come into the church, you have nothing, this is your refuge away from your daily toils and work. Here you find a tranquil stillness, a subtle transcendental peace that affects you inside. It allows you to weather any storm and always find the calm inside of you. A man of meager earnings, yet you constantly seek this peace and serenity inside of you.
Terribly disfigured from fire as a child, you are seen as repulsive and repugnant by the local people. Scathed, you try to endure the pain and loneliness, seeking to always move forward using your feet to move you from one town to the next. A journeyman. Your solace only sated in the church. Here you find communion, companionship and the audience which you are continually denied. You are loved here.
Your frequent escapes into the church placate your disappointments and your lack. Forlorn and despondent, you pour out streams of words that linger around the altar and rise up to the Godly heights of the church ceiling. Extreme sadness is felt by you, the prejudice and scorn you face from those outside is constantly by your side.
Feelings of loneliness engulf me as well. I understand your shelter in the church. I reach for a handful of light energy, a mix of stardust and stars. I hand this light to you. This past life is only with difficulty emerging. The emotions felt here are so tangible, so full of sadness and loneliness that we must seek to uplift them before we look further.
I view your chakras. Your crown chakra is wide open, deep, with pin-points of sparkling light. Your 3rd eye moves very slowly, almost sluggishly, refusing to see everything around you, a fear is felt here. At your throat chakra, I feel a distinct tightness, your self-expression and communication slightly blocked. At your heart chakra, I perceive a glowing light, but not very bright, a sense of vulnerability and lack of trust is felt. Your solar plexus is shining and spinning brightly. Your will and intentions are set. At your sacral chakra, I see a spin and light shine forth. You are grounded at your base chakra.
I ask your guides to please assemble themselves for me. You appear first, wearing worn out and threadbare garb. Physically disfigured, you experience life as a vagabond, wandering from one place to the next. You want to utilise the experience from this point in time of alienation, loneliness, trust in God, and poverty to better understand the human condition. Ascended Master Hilarion is with you at the present time, helping to cleanse and heal the physical, mental and emotional self. “We must all realise that Life is a cleansing and healing process.” His love shines with you. Archangel Raphael is with you. His presence and emerald healing light surround you, helping you to find inner balance and harmony.
I ask to see a timeline. I see you wandering, moving and walking endlessly. You walk from one small town or parish to another, seeking not only employment, but solace within. At this time your peace is found in every church you enter. At the present time, I see you seeking and gaining knowledge. This will help you to gather Light on your path. The realisation that Life’s Journey is purposeful and with every detour, with every unexpected twist, comes new lessons to be learned. In the future, I see you with a stern face, knowing your abilities. Odd padded clothing, reminding me of a fencer.
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