Monthly Archives: January 2016

A Battle Has Commenced

A mouth stretched tightly in pain extends into a grimace.  In the corner of a tight, dark room, crutches suddenly appear.   Agony abounds in this tiny, small space and is openly felt by all that are present.  The leg, the leg must go of one sailor on a frigate that finds himself in a most unexpected clash.  Vessels tottering on waves, there is absolute chaos.  Thick smoke and the smell of powder fuses clog and choke the putrid air.

The stifling smoke does not clear.  A battle has commenced.  The sound of creaking wood, clashing waves and musket balls.  Turbid wakes surround the ships holding men in position to do battle.  A burning stench permeates this scene off the New England Coast in the 1700’s, a conflict waged between a powerful, wealthy, colonial ruler and those that threaten its economic prosperity.

Impressments around Bournemouth and beyond filled the rank and file crew.  A tender to complete the cross-sea voyage.  A distant sighting allowed slight time to prepare vessel and crew.  Men wreaking havoc on one another to appease an imperial appetite for commerce and wealth.  Musket balls fall, damaging rigging and planking alike.

You are aboard the frigate.  I hear the word, “boatswain.” Not tall of stature, but equipped with resolve, determination and strength.  The musket ball cinches your leg as you cross the deck.  I look on as a cry of pain wrenches your mouth into a grimace.  The leg must go.  The surgeon on board works with utmost speed assisted only by a few men.  This surgeon is around you today.  Compassion, charity and concern are observed for this unforeseen act of God could have befallen any of you.  Help is rendered with a sense of duty, obligation and loyalty.  Your life is saved at this moment yet so altered.  Service that will be remembered.

A great ray of light is cast down upon this ship and crew.  Memories that are indelibly embedded in the space of time unravel in the light as I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra shimmers.  Many points of fractured luminescence shine here in this deep expanse.  At your third eye chakra I see a man whispering to your brow.  Guidance being given in spoken words.  Your chakra turns slowly as you reach out for stabilisation, acknowledgement and reassurance.  “This is real,” you are being told, “listen to your inner voice.”  At your throat chakra, a tightly held grip is felt, allowing no words to come out.  An alter ego self unwilling to allow truth to be heard.  The grip is firm.  At your heart chakra, a soft dewy morphing light of love moves and envelops all that is around you.  Truth holds the frequency of love.  This will continue to spread and grow as your reality changes and truth is revealed.  Your solar plexus spins as a tightly wound clock.  Feelings of anxiety mix with the perception of having too many choices.  Indecision is felt here.  A deep fire burns at your sacral chakra; resolve and determination are at the heart of any decision once it is made.  At your base chakra, I see you holding onto a pole as the Earth moves under your feet, ever shifting.

I ask for your guides to please present themselves.  You appear seated, your legs extend outward.  The beautiful green light of Archangel Raphael appears around you, helping to ease any perceived restrictions you feel at this time.  Green is found in the middle of the colour spectrum, equalising and balancing mental and physical energy.  Archangel Raphael assists to heal yourself and as you do so, inner guidance and love is found to heal others.  The Venetian Master is around you currently, he assists those who at times feel the need to control their emotional selves in which the ego has unknowingly gained dominance.  This master operates within the Golden Ray and assists with self-expression, which is important at this present time.  A medium sized brown and white collie dog sits at your feet.

I ask to see a timeline.  A woven, undulating tapestry is put before me.  We move swiftly to the point in the past where a service was meted out under dire circumstances.  A sense of gratitude to those who stood by you and assisted.  Beleaguered and weathered in service to country, your attitude to compassion and charity changes, as your own physical situation must adjust.  A reflection that may be remembered and brought forward today.  At the present time, I see a battle of wills, an internal struggle to find a means of action allowing your own truth to shine out.  In the future, birds are seen circling, emitting a wailing noise.  As gusts of wind change their course, they remain focused on that which is before them which is internally driven and unquestioning.

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