I watch a streak of light fall in the night sky. The light has a fizzle effect, much like a plummeting firework. It disappears into nothingness.
I hear the lyrics from “What’s Up?” by 4 Non Blondes:
And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
WHAT’S GOIN’ ON!!
A girl with long hair sits upon a field and gazes into the distance. I see worn, brown, flat shoes, and a skirt covered by an apron. Her hair is pulled tightly together with a band, leaving the length of it to fall upon her back. Dazing and dreaming, there is a quality of wistfulness which sits within her. One can see trees in the distance from this field. She takes a moment of rest to pause and reflect upon that which surrounds her.
A course of action has been set into motion, an unwavering course that’s been put before her. Shall she walk the length or veer away from it? Taking another route would be akin to taking a chance, this does interest her, but does not run in her blood. She is more content to stay the course.
An idyllic country house. You will be wed soon. Your path has been mapped out for you. A dowry to be packed and moved to the new farmhouse. Your most precious possessions carefully wrapped and packed, these you will bring with you. Mixed feelings of excitement and dread surround you. Starting a new life with a family creates a sense of doubt with minor feelings of unworthiness and failure. You have little idea of what awaits you, what’s expected of you, and nervousness slowly edges in. Although you know your future husband and his family, you cannot imagine what it will be like to live with him.
I view your chakras. Your crown chakra is open, expansive and wide. A stellar quietness is felt here. I view pinpricks of light standing out. At your 3rd eye, I see movement and feel a wariness as to what you perceive. Incoming information is not completely read. Your throat chakra is very tight, I feel gasping and feel a need to expand. A need to recharge and reevaluate your present situation. Moving to your heart chakra, I see a small heart weeping in the background. I feel a part of yourself is closed off here. A closing off so that you are not hurt, that you remain untouched by pain that confronts you. A very loving light is felt, a love for those around you shining forth. Your solar plexus is light, spinning. You would like to experience all that life has to offer, an intrepid nature yet fearful of moving out of your comfort zone. At your sacral chakra, I feel slight immobility, though a desire to move forward creatively. There is emotional balance. At your base chakra, I feel a slipping motion, gradual slow movement forward.
I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me. You appear again sitting in the field. Your legs are no longer reclined to the side, but are bent beneath you. Attached to the land, you delight in the birds, the flowers, and the scents that accompany the countryside. Quiet solitude is reflected in you. Archangel Raphael’s beautiful healing light glows about you, he guides you at the present time with healing work. I see the soft glow of Mother Mary, her comforting and loving presence is with you. Her energies of intuitive wisdom are bestowed upon you. Angels and elementals enter into the space that you have created here.
I ask to see a timeline. An older woman with graying hair appears. Her hair is long. I suddenly see her as the young woman I saw earlier, long hair falling down her back. Her keen eyes are intent on showing me the beginning of her story. A small village, a farming village, France, 19th century. She has promised herself to a young man. Although she knows the young man, she doesn’t really know him. Unaware of what lurks beneath his surface, she unknowingly walks into emotional peril. The man’s outside behaviour in no way reflects the myriad problems he is harboring within. She unwittingly becomes his target. Through trauma, tension, and frustration, her eyes slowly open to his true character. She cannot step out of her marriage. She must continue the charade, allowing all to see only domestic bliss and normality. Much of her energy, expended on continuing the ruse, takes an emotional toll. Her intention is to maintain balance, but in so doing she suffers internally and creates coping mechanisms to endure.
At the present time, I see a scale being tipped violently in one direction and quite suddenly. Though, beforehand, feelings of indecisiveness had been present, the scale, having shifted will move your course forward and onward.
In the future I stare incredulously as you explain to me that it’s a machine. Clueless as to it’s operation, all is not what it appears. You effortlessly move and arrange things before me.
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