I am told this is ancient Siam, but am inundated with feelings of Burma. I see an apprentice to a sculptor watching many dancers move their heads from side to side, their arms, hands and fingers making slow deliberate movements. This apprentice is watching the movements and carefully studying them. What stays and remains in his memory will be carved into stone. A remarkable gift, almost like photography, able to envision one clear precise dance movement and etch it into stone.
The young apprentice rarely leaves the studio where his master works. Only now is he being entrusted to watch, remember, and visually recreate at a later time. He is learning his craft.
The dancers entice with their eyes, their curling hands, it’s difficult to stay focused, his eyes follow the girls’ movements. Only with great determination does he not become entranced, allowing his thoughts to wander from his craft.
A fine dust filled studio. There are many young men carving figures here. A colossal number of carved figures will be needed, the men work creating one beautiful piece after another. A devotion to their trade. A fine eye for detail, the ability to distill a moment in time and recreate this in polished stone is extraordinary. Your master uses your talents, your visual acuity to stylize the carvings. They will be placed on a stone temple, a gift to the gods.
Pounding chisels, a constant rhythm, forming, hammering and shaping sandstone. Arguments break out regarding a stone quarry.
Chanting monks. Robed. They are bald headed. Solemn, moving forward through the temple, chanting. A long procession. A temple being reconstructed, damaged through warfare.
There are two simultaneous paths advancing through this temple, one of prayer and asceticism and the other waging warfare, yet the two are inextricably linked. Intense ritual moves throughout the temple. Two opposing streams, one seeking peace and enlightenment, the other destruction and power. Both lines of energy move through this temple, one causing it’s physical destruction and another it’s magical rebirth. Both are here at this point in time.
Both sides beseech the craftsmen, both demand quick reconstruction. One wants to grasp the power held within the temple and use it for promoting bloodshed, the other seeks to promote issues of faith and adherence thereof. You, the craftsman sit at the crutch of these two seemingly opposing sides with mounting pressure to finish a job given to you.
I see a square of fabric wrapped around your legs. You are barefoot. Though chosen in your craft to create important depictions, you remain grounded and not full of ego. A quantity of energy I move between my hands. There is a bouncy quality to the energy. Brilliant light escapes as I hand this to you. I view your chakras. Your crown chakra is open, a vivid vast field of light, sparkles shine intermittently. Your 3d eye is spinning, moving. I feel much work has been put in and now you are reaping the effects of that work. Your throat chakra spins, giving off a visible light. A slight closure is felt, a type of protective mechanism, protecting yourself from others. At your heart chakra, I feel a wide opening, a love, energy pouring and streaming out. A need is felt that you ought to staunch this open flow of energy. Your solar plexus is also shining brightly, a knowing of having this life, claiming your personal power and utilising this for good. At your sacral chakra, I feel a relationship brewing. You are grounded at your base chakra.
I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me. You appear with the fabric around your waist, the tools of your trade in your hands. A stone panel carved in bas relief is behind you. A smile on your face knowing you have contributed much to a temple in construction. Angels encircle you. The presence of AA Michael surrounds you, radiating love and strength. Ascended Master Jesus Sananda is with you at this point in time, strengthening your inner devotion and in so doing, awakening those around you.
I ask to see a timeline. You are hewing the stone, carving meticulous and defined facial features. One beautiful piece after another. A chisel within your hands, a gift to reproduce as art, adding beauty and your own creativity to one piece after another. An earnest desire to do the best you possibly can. At the present time, I see issues about control and being confronted with things that were previously not considered. Maintaining a relationship and having emotional stability. In the future, I see a white band tied around your forehead. Your face is solemn and bowed.
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