A beautiful turquoise blue light appears. It fills the room entirely. A healing light. I hear the lyrics from Miley Cyrus, “We Can’t Stop”:
It’s our party we can do what we want
It’s our party we can say what we want
It’s our party we can love who we want
We stay awhile in this blue room, immersing ourselves completely. There is a tangible quality to the light. I view it more closely, seeing and feeling gentle undulating waves enveloping our presence. The waves move through us, working as ocean waves do, gently and imperceptibly wearing down our surface. Pulling back into it that which is no longer needed and leaving us stripped, exfoliated, shining and bright. I allow indeterminate time here, for where we are, everything seems and feels perceptibly slower.
A Saxon village. The Viking Age. I see a woman wearing a rough linen or flax gown, with long brown hair, helping with the work in a field. High summer, harvest time. Laughing voices, a tight knit community. I am suddenly wary of going further, my intuition tells me, just as foreshadowing in a story, that though appearing idyllic, there is something amiss here, something about to go terribly wrong. My heart beats away as I slow down the information I am receiving. Suspense builds and suddenly the information streaming forth pushes images of a horrific Viking raid before me. Bludgeoning, terror, fright and mayhem.
I see children running, adults screaming, unable to run for cover. A sense of being caught unexpectedly and suddenly, completely unaware of the awaiting terror.
I understand the neutralising blue light. As you stand within it, I read your chakras. Your crown chakra is wide open, stellar and bright. Your 3rd eye is closed tightly. It spins, allowing information to filter through. Gradual awareness and complete opening, happening progressively. At your throat chakra, I feel a tight, very tight squeezing. This, I feel, is being done by someone else. Complete control. A way to completely control and inhibit your own voice while they secure a vehicle of motion. Imagine a hitchhiker. At your heart chakra, I see a blooming flower. Petals opening slowly to the warmth and love of the world. At your solar plexus, I see light blinking, as if opening and closing. An intermittent push of your will with that of another. Criticism blocking out your own focus. At your sacral chakra there is a whooshing noise. A rush of emotions here, letting out guilt, anger, victim mentality. This release is bringing about emotional stability for you. At your base chakra, I feel a want to collapse. Foundations of trust, security and stability being broken down. You are letting go and establishing a new grounded foundation.
I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me. You appear in your rough woven gown. There are children with you, a boy and a girl. Your love is immense and extends warmly out to them. Vivid, blue light of Mother Mary encircles all of you. Her presence and love, deeply felt here. Ascended Master Sanat Kumara appears, helping to realise and understand that thoughts are real and can have form, even in another dimension. Archangel Michael’s presence surrounds you, providing protection and love.
I ask to see a timeline. The scene from earlier reappears and unwinds itself more fully. Your children and their safety, you yearn for. In a strong emotional outburst, your thoughts create a bond linking you with them in this moment of terror. A desire to shield and protect them is expressed forcefully and a tie that binds you to them ensues. At the present time, I see you stepping away from past ties and creating a new foundation for yourself. In the future, a happiness, a knowing that your journey was eventful but necessary. You are One with All.
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