A pliable transparent surface is perceived before us. A young girl appears. With beautiful creamy skin and straight long auburn hair pulled tightly together, she looks perceptive and curious. She reminds me of a fairy. The transparent surface is flexible, like elastic, and the young girl, with no trepidation and in haste, pulls an opening in the surface wider apart that she may be the first to have a view of the opening scenes. 1600’s Britain.
A woman in a white gown, she is trying to keep her gown clean and spotless but cannot. Thick mud and dirt on the streets prevent this. The hem of the dress drags in the dirt as she walks quickly forward.
A washerwoman. I hear women arguing. Several are working together sorting the linen. The soiled clothes. I hear water being poured, see lye and immense scrubbing. Daily devotions in the House of the Lord. The women argue over the workload, each offended and feeling inequitably overburdened.
An extraordinary sight is unexpectedly before us. A group of angels take the body of one woman upward. She has died of tuberculosis, consumption, lung disease.
Cotswalds. The forest. Spirits and nymphs. Many a free hour spent in the woods. Beech trees, oak, willow . Streams and brooks flow gently through this forested area. A stark contrast is shown between this quiet revery within the forest and the noise, alarm and dirt in the town.
A sense of endless toil yet never really achieving much. Small coins travel the wooden floor and one falls between floorboards. Finding respite from the constant exchange between grubby hands for services rendered. The coin has found its way out of the tiresome nonsense as you would like to do. Yet rise in the morning you must, boiling the lye and tending the huge vats of water. The scriptures and Words of God redeem you and your commiseration. For you know you are in the Hands of God.
The coin shines brightly in its new found home among the floorboards. This shine reveals your chakras to me. Your crown chakra is open horizontally wide. A woman’s face suddenly appears before me. Sensuous lips and meaningful eyes. This face appears but for a split second of time. This woman accompanies you, provides guidance and comfort from the angelic realm. There are no words to be used here, communication is through feelings and emotions. A guiding light for you. At your brow chakra or third eye, a sense of feeble helplessness. I am being told that you are complete as you are. There is no need for despair. You perhaps do not perceive how strong your intellect and intuition are. “Remain steadfast, pay attention to your dreams and any sparks of inspiration within you.” At your throat chakra, I feel tears. A sense that communication is blocked and you feel perhaps misguided. “Know that with every turn you take in your journey, we are with you always. Call on us. We hear you.” At your heart chakra, an open, swelling, emotional front. There is a lot of love here, waiting for the right opportunity to be released. It’s a glorious sight, multifaceted as well as multicoloured energy. At your solar plexus, I see issues being deliberated over. Will you ultimately seize control and push your own intentions into place? At your sacral chakra, I see a wide expanse shown before me. Ultimate repository of wisdom and creativity. At your base chakra, I see you as a balloon floating on a thread, moving with the wind.
I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me. Archangel Raphael’s gleaming emerald light infuses the air. Ascended Master Djwal Khul’s presence is around you intensifying the emerald green colour. This colour helps you to balance positive thought and self-expression. If you are working with herbs, voluntary work or welfare work, he can assist you. Like nature, his love surrounds you.
I ask to see a timeline. You are alone, walking among the trees. The town is reached through the woods. Smoke from odd fires burns your eyes. There is no release, pent up feelings of the endless toil before you hardens your heart. The scriptures are your key, your freedom, your release. At the present time, I hear the word ‘conflagration.’ A merry meeting with several friends. Tuned into wise words, the fire is spent. In the future, an office appears, a meeting is taking place here. The fire in your heart burns.
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