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.
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