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A Crystal Grid

Colours of sunset reflect on the horizon, magenta, orange, pink, violet and blue.  This is not Earth.  A star constellation to the south.

Messages come in.  A crystal grid programmed elsewhere.  Atlantis.  A group leader of around five people source information using a system similar to our computers today.  Incoming patterns and information are stored with access in dual time.

To right the wrongs of the past is an enormous undertaking.  It weighs heavily on your shoulders.  This time you do not want to take one misstep and so move carefully, albeit, slowly ahead.

“The grid alignment has been adjusted and all incoming Source values are continuously applied.  Communication through all open circuits is noted.”

Your dreams are interwoven with energetic grid placement values, determining your mission.  A high pitched noise, a plethora of incoming information that is instantaneously analysed.  There is no sense of time here, it all just happens.

An intense energy that feels overwhelming is halting any attempt to access past information.  I allow beautiful pink and white light to permeate everything.

I see a big hall, a very high ceiling, voices are on edge, working quickly to counter and stop earth movements.  A time of intense stress, voices raised, all working to diffuse the incoming energy.  All are taken unaware, unprepared for the magnitude of the situation, the consequences which entail.  No one foresaw the ultimate loss of control.  An underestimation that took everyone by surprise, including you.

This information, the dramatic results are held deep within you and others.  “Lest we forget,” is an anchor, pushing and moving you on.  This link with the past allows you to work with others on the energetic grids surrounding us.  A sense of responsibility for something, perhaps, you are unaware of.

Light blue light filters down upon you.  Electronic processing.  Your crown chakra is open wide and glittering, flashes appear like diamonds.  At your brow chakra or third eye, there is a forward facing channel of light .  It feels like a screening device, for filtering and receiving information selectively.  At your throat chakra, a sense of being inhibited by the society around you, despite this, you continue shining your light.  You will not be marginalised.  At your heart chakra, a deep outpouring of love.  A sense of responsibility here for others, but this is not on a conscious level.  At your solar plexus is what I would describe as a spiraling storm, a winding or curling movement indicating energy escalating in movement.  Your focus and ambition being guided in a certain direction.  At your sacral chakra, a sliding movement, hovering, not anchoring onto one relationship.  At your base chakra, you are solidly grounded with Earth.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear as you did in Atlantis, wearing a white gown, tucked at the middle.  Determination is felt here.  The beautiful light of Mother Mary is around you, strengthening the energy of your intuitive wisdom.  Archangel Jophiel is here, helping you connect and align with your higher self and allowing you to feel laughter and joy.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your group has just been given orders to intercept and change incoming transmissions.  A definite feeling of urgency, there is a loss of communication.  Your group is now isolated and on their own.  There is not, however, enough time to change the directions of the impending signals, energetic waves.  I see everyone taking cover.  Regret in not fulfilling orders, frustration with the complex situation.  A need to set things right.  At the present time, I see a safe idyllic spot.  An inner place to hideaway for a time, before being brought “out”.  In the future, I see you with a group of people.  Some of these people you have known before.  Projects continue on.  Planning and coordination are tantamount in this case.

End of Reading



An Odd Linen Cap

An angelic being appears by your side.  Middle Ages, 12th century, Britain.

A dark room, a candle lit on the table.  A woman sits before a table sewing.  Her eyes are tired but she continues sewing for with each stitch she comes closer to her goal.  A cloak.  A man is here, tonsure, hair cropped shortly around his head.  He is not clean shaven, his hair is quite dark.  This man demands coins from you, but you have none.  Feelings of distraught tiredness swell this room.

Your employ is as a seamstress in a market town.  There is an odd linen cap on your head, white and peaked.  Your eyes are sharp, but are slowly failing you.  A plight to use your eyes as a commodity in work.  Your hair is dark.

Insistence, impatience, debts.  This man is pulling a cart.  Subsistence living.  Debts accruing.  Your husband.  His temper will flash with fury as he engages in a brawl, culminating in his death and leaving you in abject poverty.  The wheels on the cart turn together, just as your lives have moved in unison.  One wheel does not move forward without the other.  Languishing, pining, this turn of events has left an indelible harsh feeling within you.  A tangle of restrictive emotions links him with you, holding you back.  Golden healing light appears, removing, clearing  and releasing these energetic blocks.  All is transmuted into pure white radiant light.

In the golden hue radiating outwards, I view your chakras.  Deep violet light is seen at your crown chakra.  A beautiful expanse, deep, wide, vast.  Illuminate particles sparkle and shine.  At your brow chakra or third eye, I feel messages are being received, processed, but are not considered or fully acknowledged.  There is layering appearing at your throat chakra, one layer placed upon another layer.  A protection of sorts.  A fear of not only being hurt by others but wanting to insulate yourself from harsh criticism.  At your heart chakra, I see and feel a slight opening allowing energy to pour out.  An imbalance which allows others to exploit your compassionate nature.  At your solar plexus, there is a bright, joyous light which kindles another light before it.  Purification and transformation ensues.  Examining old issues, allowing these to depart to create new movement and life.  At your sacral chakra, I sense careful balance in creating emotional stability.  At your base chakra, I see you sitting upon the Earth, grounded.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear in a heavy brown linen gown.  Awareness and perception accompany you as you kneel down in prayer, fervent in your desire for sins to be absolved.  Angels are around you.  The presence of Archangel Gabriel is felt, assisting you in overcoming fear.  As the messenger angel, she helps all writers or teachers with communication.  The Ascended Master Lord Lanto is also near you, assisting in learning, gaining wisdom and spiritual knowledge.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your husband has met a most undesirable end, insurmountable debts accumulate, forcing you into poverty’s clutches.  Your appeals to God appear fruitless as your grip on this life looses it’s tense hold.  You falter and sway in your poverty, never able to overcome it.  At the present time, I see light drenched skies, an open feeling of release.  A deep breath is taken as forward motion is felt.  All is well.  In the future, I see flat shadows of medieval figures appearing as computer generated cut outs.  There are several figures lined up.  They seem to be ghosts but are flat, graphic representations.

End of Reading




Move as the Geese

Geese flying south, so high in the sky they appear as geometric figures.

North American Indian tribe, Algonquin, 1700’s  I hear drumming, calling.  Many voices, together they hastily construct huts.   Women, children, each occupied at this site.  Storing grain.  A thumb moves dark kernels of corn in her palm as she contemplates the horizon beyond her.

Sitting close before a fire, golden light reflects on cheerful faces.  Harvest finished.  Your group will move on to a winter camp with plentiful game to hunt.  Two young children cling to you, through you they learn the ways of their ancestors, how to grow food and find wild edibles in order to survive.  You weave beads, handiwork greatly prized.

Raids, movement, justice, revenge, all these things encircle your group as a fence forms a barrier.  The fence of your adversaries, crowding you, pushing you ever further toward the frontier.  You feel threatened and barred.  A mix of revulsion and loathing for this imaginary fence.  The corn, the path, the geese.  Your journey is long before you.  Traversing rivers, movement, fires.  A cyclical movement.  Aware and ever present.  Division, warface, truce and peace.  At the end is Peace.

A beautiful cloudy sky above you, delicate pinks hang among the clouds as the sun moves ever westward.  “You are part of the Peace.  We walk with you now, we hear you, we know you.  For all is as it should be.”  Your heart closes tightly, as purse strings draw closed.  Holding everything in, carefully arranged lest it fall out.  “You may open the purse now.  We are with you.  Our love, our presence is always beside you.”

I see a red sun glowing in the sky.  It’s rays gleam and shimmer down upon you.  I view your chakras.  There is the feeling of a shift, an agitation, being bounced from one reality to another.  A wavering reflection that suddenly crystalises.  Your crown chakra is open, a shaft of light descends into this quiet, vast expanse.  At your brow chakra or third eye, I feel fluttering, becoming accustomed to new images, new insights.  At your throat chakra, an expelling of something.  Words, perhaps symbolically pushing aside a blockage, a conscious decision to come into your true sense of self.  At your heart chakra, a small opening, afraid to widen for fear a gushing will ensue, taking you along in the flood.  There is a lot of stored love here.  At your solar plexus, a light that shines and becomes stronger, brighter with each day.  A willingness to extend yourself to your full potential.  At your sacral chakra, I hear a pinging sound as if I’ve dropped something into a deep well.  Isolation.  A deep isolation within yourself.  At your base chakra, I see you aligned with the Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear as the North American Indian, baskets before you.  The Ascended Master Jesus Sananda is with you, helping to express your inner love so that it may be shared with all.  Archangel Jophiel’s light radiates around you, helping you clear your mental perceptions so you may absorb new information.  He will help you creatively, in order to uplift your self-esteem, feelings of self worth.

I ask to see a timeline.  Weaving beads.  Your hair falls down your back in braids.  You are part of the culture, the movement of tribes, sourcing food, creating shelter.  Your life has been a ceaseless flow, enduring hardship, difficulties, not only with European settlers but also other North American Indian tribes.  With each passing season you move as the geese, seeking food and peaceful shelter.  At the present time, I see you in deep thought.  Your present concepts having shifted and changed.  As you moved in your past life, so you are moving now.  Adapting, changing in order to deal with that which is before you.  In the future, I see a serene face.  All is quiet.  A deep sense of satisfaction that you are where you need to be.

End of Reading


A High Vantage Point

I see a child, a young girl with short pig tails.  Her hair is like straw, a few freckles on her face.  Wide blue eyes look up.  Looking down, I watch her walk along a dusty country road, away from an isolated house.  There are fields and trees around her, but she continues on.

A woman appears with shining grey eyes and glistening silver hair.  Her hair is long and appears to illuminate light.  She is one of your guides, a Pleiadian.

The little girl has arrived at her secluded hideout.   It’s not a treehouse with a high vantage point of observation, rather a fort with a camouflaged entry, allowing an unhindered view of those who happen to pass by.  The girl enters her domain and in her mind, the trees, bushes surrounding her are transformed into a kingdom where she is prime ruler.

In this kingdom, you choose a prince to rule with you.  An imaginary character, yet very real to your heart.  He fulfills your every ideal, appeases you, compliments you and most of all loves you.  This prince is necessary in your life, you’ve been lead to believe, in order to be whole, feel loved, wanted, and most of all, fit into every conditioned expectation society has created.  These thoughts, in word and deed, have been shown to you over and over again.  In full glory, you relive them in your hideout.  By yourself.  Your guides are here, listening to your play, wanting to tell you that you are whole, you are loved and you are appreciated.

“You are not alone.  For love is within you, always has been and always will be.  You too can bask in the love of All that Is, you too are an important part of this.  Yet it is within you to be discovered.  You are not alone, never have been.  You are loved and we will never forsake you.  This is but a gentle reminder, for all is within you.”

Angels gather around, console and comfort you.  I view your chakras in the white light surrounding you.  Your crown chakra is deep, open and wide, undulating shades of light energy move here.  At your brow chakra or third eye, I see a stubborn closure, shutting out that which is just beyond you.  At your throat chakra, I feel a slight pressure, given to indicate there is more to your presence than you currently reveal.  At your heart chakra, a sudden intake of breath, as if trying to swallow and keep so much love in that is bursting to shine forth.  This is a beautiful love that wants to be shared, but is kept inward, waiting.  At your solar plexus, a flood of previous memories, previous lives, once stored, now opened, enabling freedom and control in your life.  Ambition clarified as you realise strength is within you.  At your sacral chakra, a burning fire, a desire that leads to imbalance, emotional insecurity.  At your base chakra, I see you grounded, sitting upon the Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You are again in your hideout, smiling, pleased with the imaginary world you have constructed.  Perfect in every detail, your happiness secured.  Mary, the Universal Mother, shines her beautiful loving light around you, protecting and guiding.  The Ascended Master El Morya is also around you, helping you achieve self-awareness.  This will enable you to express deep inner thoughts and feelings.  Archangel Gabriel, with her beautiful light, surrounds you, aiding in enhancing your creativity and in releasing fears in order to become more joyful.  Your guides settle around you, immense love is felt.  They are helping you to create harmonious relationships with others.

I ask to see a timeline.  “There is, within your heart, an impasse.  The societal expectations which have become your own, have created a place within you that is difficult to manoeuvre out of.  Within your heart space, is an open, neverending flow of infinite love and wisdom.  It is your own expectations that prevent you from realising , All Love is within”.  At the present time, I see candles glowing.  While peering at the candlelight, a deep breath is taken.  You are at peace.  All is One.  In the future, I see a face peering at me towards the side.  It’s indiscriminate in it’s gaze.  There is white all around, feelings of relief and happiness are felt.

End of Reading







Caught in the Middle

Crashing waves upon a beach.  Sunset illuminated and glowing the breadth of the horizon.  I hear giggling voices, see young men playing volleyball.  Old fashioned swimming trunks.  1920’s West Coast.  California.

A group of young people on the beach.  Girls talking together about dresses and shoes.  It’s time to pack up and leave.  Bittersweet feelings felt here, reliving this, knowing time is limited.  I suddenly hear the lyrics from London Grammar, “Strong”:

Excuse me for a while
While I’m wide-eyed
And I’m so down caught in the middle
I’ve excused you for a while
While I’m wide-eyed
And I’m so down caught in the middle

There are many of you piling into this car, but you won’t all make it home.  A jackknife turn, a sudden swerve and then a collision.  There are not many vehicles out, one from the oncoming direction pulls to the side of the highway.  They run from their car to help, but there is not much that can be done.  Shock and trauma set in.

Parents coming to the morgue.  Identifying their children’s bodies.  Grief compounds the visit.

These scenes are being watched, relived and remembered.  Life is a fragile bounty.  It truly is a gift to be here.  A tenuous string binds you with these souls.  Friendships are never lost and love lives on.

There is a sadness in your heart, a heaviness that needs to be lifted.  A grief, a melancholy that knows not why it’s there.  It’s time to let go and free yourself.

A sister with flowers.  A friend who didn’t go to the beach that day.  Two in a long procession, saying goodbye, letting go and moving on.  This day at the beach is bittersweet.

I see you standing in a shaft of purple light, letting go and being free.  I view your chakras as a sudden intense red glow settles over you.  Recharging, reenergizing, revitalising.  Your crown chakra is a stellar, open and vast.  Lights flicker at certain points.  Your brow chakra or third eye is moving methodically.  Taking things in as they come.  Brightness shines as realisation of your gifts sets in.  At your throat chakra, I feel tenseness hindering your true light.  Your solar plexus appears as if shining behind a storm cloud.  Brightness, a jovial sense of life and fullness wanting to shine through.  At your sacral chakra, I sense immense creativity but there are feelings of guilt preventing the creative release.  At your base chakra, you are grounded and at one with Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves.  You appear now in vintage clothing, there is a sense of an avid interest in fashion.  Sunglasses, handbag, shoes.  It’s all complete.  “What you value most, what you create for yourself is close to your heart.”   The beautiful loving light of Mother Mary encompasses you, her energy guiding your intuitive wisdom.  The Ascended Master Lady Nada is also around you.  Her loving wisdom supporting you in becoming less critical of yourself and more balanced.  Archangel Michael’s love surrounds you, helping to instill a sense of inner truth within yourself.

I ask to see a timeline.  A woman is standing drenched in rain.  A puddle forms at her feet, reluctant to move under cover.  A desire to become so drenched, the water melts her into the ground.  Waiting for this to happen.  Wanting above all else to disappear.  You are beside yourself with grief.  At the present time, I see clarity of vision.  Digging deep within yourself, examining emotions, thoughts and feelings.  As each is acknowledged and released, tension subsides.  You’ve been doing this for some time.  In the future, the blur of a train.  A vision of moving on and forward.  The aspect of movement, the blur seen in photographs is seen here.  A high speed vehicle of motion propelling you forward.

End of Reading

Made of Silken Threads

Imbolc.  St. Brighid appears, disappearing as quickly as she arrived.

There, right before me, stands a woman dressed in a long gown.  A netting holds her hair together, it’s made of silken threads.  There is something peculiar about this woman’s eyes, they are an unusual but striking colour of green.  One is immediately arrested when she stares at you.   Mixed feelings stir, curiosity and anticipation in what she will say or do.

Britain.  Around 1200.  This woman is of the aristocracy.  Mistress of the house, keeper of the keys.  Her gown is woven and appears unwieldy, heavy, and thick.  It prevents her from making any quick movements.  The dress mirrors the society of the time, keeping a woman confined, unable to move freely, very restrictive.  It’s as if the dress completely dominates and controls her.

The keys rattle by her side, signifying her freedom is in her own possession.  Although, undoubtedly she may feel free and aware, her presence at the house is necessitated by the heavy load of the keys.  She is unaware of her confinement.

A larger view of this society is shown.  Had this woman ultimately and forever left her house without her keys, the patriarchal church men would not accept her free status.  Feelings of constriction and being bound, close my throat in.  A darkness overcomes me as I can only think of an unwilling incarceration.

I view you moving around within the household.  Manoeuvring one could say, using your voice, your charm, making subtle suggestions and thus creating your own power base under you.  You wield a power that is not at first apparent.  You instruct, give admonitions, praise and subtly but finely utilise your abilities in influencing the men around you.  It appears the keeper of the keys does exert power and control in this particular household.  Done covertly and sweetly, you manage and control.

A bright disc of light appears above us.  I view your chakras, the colours and feelings that are merged with them.  Your crown chakra is an open space.  Shimmery specks appear as a constellation, receiving and sending vital information.  Your brow chakra or third eye appears to radiate a heat.  Spinning quickly, causing the chakra to open loosely with every revolution.  You have opened yourself to all sorts of energetic information and perhaps feel this as overload, being unable to wade through the details.  At your throat chakra, I feel a loosening of the tension I felt earlier.  You are at a place in time where your learning, outlook and beliefs can be freely shared with others.  Being unrestricted in this manner allows you to express and be yourself freely.  At your heart chakra, I see holograms of doves escaping.  The significance perhaps of wanting, broadcasting Peace on Earth.  A tireless proclamation that there finally be peace.  At your solar plexus, shining bright light escapes.  There is much stored energy here to push you through trying times.  A survivor at heart.  At your sacral chakra, I see placid movement, in time and keeping with yourself.  Balanced.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear in the garments of a high born, wealthy, medieval woman.  The demeanor on your face reflects this.  Jewels adorn you.  I’m drawn again to the netting around your hair.  Entrapment.  Encasement.  Archangel Gabriel’s presence is felt, shining silver and white, helping you in any form of communication.  Loving and all encompassing.  The Ascended Master El Morya is beside you, helping you to express inner thoughts and feelings, very supportive and offering immense love.

A timeline stretches before me.  I am told, “The past is in the past, there is no need to dwell here.  The lessons learned may be taken with you and hearkend.  Past lives are but a scant reflection of the sum totality of your current aspect.   You now, illuminate the radiance of your being.”  At the present time, I see a downcast look, a soulful expression.  Work ahead of you that you perhaps would not like to focus on.  In the future, I see strangely clad people wearing clothing reminiscent of Ancient Greece, working together in a construction project.

End of Reading

Spirit Guide Reading No.1

A swirling pink fog deepens into crimson curls around your shoulders.  This is an intense loving energy.  Spiritual growth, knowing and releasing things that no longer serve you.

There are 4 guides currently with you.  A brown haired young woman with ivory skin and beautiful wide brown eyes comes forward.  I see her face before me and feel joyful, light energy.  A flash of light blue energy with flickering opalescent sparks, there is a distinct feminine aspect to this energy.  In the background stands an old man with grey hair, button shirt and trousers.  He does not come forward, but stands respectfully at a distance.  A youngish woman with blond brown wavy hair appears.  There is a zany, crazy, uninhibited vitality to her.  Animated, enthusiastic and high spirited.  Rabbits appear.

You have been trained in the 5th Energy Center, Divine Self and Expression, communication is very important, you use this to inspire and move people.  With conversation and speaking, perhaps even writing, you have the need to talk things through.  Ideas run through you and these are expressed verbally.  Challenges may arise, talking without listening and talking just for the sake of talking.

Archangel Gabriel is presently with you.  The messenger angel, she helps all earthly messengers, writers, journalists or teachers.  Ascended Master Mary, or Mother Mary is also near you.  A great source of love and never ending support.

“We from the light dimensional realm, welcome you into our hearts.  This is not a new welcome, yet a starting point for you.  We delight in knowing that you seek further knowledge for we are quite happy to assist you.  You are gifted in tongues (talking? languages?) and wish to make you aware of your vast creative powers.  Diverse and artistic.  You are able to use your voice to tap into a greater, spiritual awareness.  As a messenger, as a channel, communication is your vehicle.  We love and support you always.   Child, go within, all knowledge is within you.”

End of Reading