Clicks are heard. Hardened steel, flint is loaded and drawn. Fire! A volley of shots rage abruptly with an unbearable noise. Dust, heat, and water droplets evaporate in the distance creating a hazy outline, a mirage that shimmers like glass. Beads of sweat form on your brow. You are part of the 3rd regiment, a cavalry unit.
A dead body is seen, its eyes rolled back in its head.
The ship navigates around Africa, sailing around the coast to reach the Suez Canal – a major feat of human engineering. You, along with your fellow troops and horses, arrive here, shuttled and ferried over a vast distance. Brown woollen uniforms, basic issue, each one of you handed a rifle and a horse to be cared for, cradled and treated with exceptional care. For this would be your lifeline and would sustain you in times of stress.
Dark blood gushes onto a torn uniform.
A shanty town in an oppressive heat is seen in the distance. Egypt, Aswan. A shorts stay commences here before having to move on with the regiment. Your mates, blokes you’ve only just become acquainted with, shift uneasily. Fright is not detected in their eyes only a slight nervous waver in their voices as conversation is made to placate the stillness.
Grisly bone, broken and split, rips through an unidentifiable body part.
A South African accent is heard, “And which side are you on man?” A brief reply, “For King and country.” Your unit has dismounted. The horses must be left behind. Intense regret and deep sorrow is felt among the troops. You are seen momentarily, eyes wide with red hair, you turn as bullets begin to fly. Troop movement, Egypt is left behind as Gallipoli emerges.
Salvo. Salvo. Blistering metal glistens as shots are discharged. A few men penetrate and make their way through enemy lines. Yet, who is the enemy here? A voice utters, “For Crown and State.” An advance of men charge with bayonets, slicing, gouging and yelling as dust surrounds and clings to sweaty skin.
You, the man with the wide eyes and red hair, see everything around you. You hear the deafening noise; battle cries mixed with gunfire and automated weapons – more feats of humankind. This is mechanised warfare to be fought with proper machines, an accomplishment for the 20th century. Your hearing has been compromised during these battles.
I see you suddenly standing amidst a flower of life pattern. Light radiates above and gently drifts and encompasses you. This flow of energy enters your crown chakra. The thunderous noises of the distant battlefield scenes fade into a distilled, vibrating quiet. Space is both infinitesimal and vast, with energetic connections radiating in all directions. Light opens and moves into your third eye chakra. I see it spin and immediately halt where fear and agitation are felt. These feelings prevent the smooth flow of energy. You are capable, as all of us are, of seeing much more than what is in your field of vision. The energetic light shifts down to your throat chakra, compression and tightening is felt here. Deep lingering memories have eviscerated your communication. I watch pure white energy seep and meld into this energy field to create a balanced open spin. The energy travels further to your heart chakra. A diffusive green light is seen here. Pain is felt. Memories have created an unwillingness to allow others to suffer. Archangel Gabriel rebalances and allows you to receive and spread love. Forgiveness, self-love and compassion expand. Your solar plexus chakra is brilliantly lit, open and spinning. A general feeling of strength, perseverance and happy enthusiasm is perceived. The light continues to your sacral chakra. An open spinning balance is sensed where the material world and that which you value the most merges. The light extends to your first chakra, your base chakra, which is open and moves in concordance with who you are at your core and what you came here to be.
I ask for your guides to kindly assemble themselves for me. You are seen again on the flower of life pattern, wearing the brown woollen soldiers uniform. I hear snippets of conversation, “the cost of lives taken and the unfairness of war.” I hear these lyrics:
And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all path are peace.
“I Vow to Thee My Country”
The beautiful light of Archangel Gabriel is perceived, helping to enhance creativity, promote optimism and positive energy around you as any remaining fears are gently eased away.
I ask to see a timeline. Currently you are surrounded by brilliant light bringing forth renewal, joy and pleasure. Despite what is happening around you, growth, success and happiness radiate from within you. Others feel drawn to your warmth, compassion and generosity. Your light reaches far and wide and truths begin to emerge where certain paths can be seen. With continued focus on happiness and the most joyful of memories, this light will shine even more brightly on your current path. Leaving the past behind, and moving on, the time has arrived to finish a difficult cycle in your life and move forward. You can learn and grow stronger from lessons you have learned in the past. A healing process is underway where your goals and desires can be set to allow what is most beneficial for you to enter into your life. A new sense of purpose will allow you to set a new foundation for the future. New ideas, revelations and positive energy will be at an all time high attracting others to feel your excitement and joy. Know that this is your time to spread your wings and fly.
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