A Native American Indian woman clutches a young girl’s hand. Above them, spacious, blue open skies stretch wide over the horizon. A close heat is felt, the oppressive heat of summer. Dressed in a calico print dress, the girl is forcefully dragged away; she must run in order to keep pace with the woman. Prairie schooners are seen in the distance. This is North America sometime during the mid 1800s.
Suddenly, bickering girls voices are heard. A new scene emerges of two young girls vying for their mother’s attention. Appearing as a severe, devout woman, the mother is unperturbed with the girls’ clamour. Pioneers, settlers, moving within a space of time that is defined by borders, territory and resources, make their way across land that is inhospitable. Disputes with local tribes, those displaced by western expansion, fuel sharp tensions and aggravate attacks.
The Native grasps the young girl’s hand tightly, the girl is confused as to what is happening around her. She is being led quickly away from dead family members after witnessing a violent, merciless attack upon them. Stunned and incoherent, she does not grasp the desperate situation she is in and stares blankly ahead, unable to comprehend what lies before her. Words are uttered in a foreign tongue. The travails that await you are numerous.
The sun’s rays dispense unbearable heat. You have a desperate thirst but are given no water. As you slowly take in the scene that surrounds you, a dull ache ensues, knowing that you are now being held captive by those your family and relations found to be most primitive. Days pass by and you languish, unwilling to eat what little is given to you. Your heart is at its lowest point, welling with misery and sadness. You learn to cope with your situation and months pass by. Any bleak hope of being rescued and found is soon packed deeply away as you slowly find yourself assimilating to your new life.
As you close your eyes tightly, your old world, your family and kin close up behind you. Painful, recurring memories pop into your vision. These visions begin to fade with time, as do your memories of your previous life. You are treated poorly by others. Exhorted by their whims, you lose yourself completely. No defence. No struggle.
The oppressive energy lifts and allows brilliant sunlight to flood in. I view your chakras. Your crown chakra is lucent, opening to a vast, wide, brilliant expanse. A cosmos of deep, blue, vivid space with peripheral lights. Divine light is revealed here. At your third eye chakra, all is open and flowing; scenes vividly compete with one another. From your throat chakra flows a waterfall of energy. Much information needing to come out and truths hoping to be revealed. At your heart chakra, a blossoming, opening and outpouring of love, radiant and glowing. At your solar plexus, a feeling of anxiety, a tightness felt as coiled rope or springs is felt here. This anxiety permeates the emotional aura. At your sacral chakra, spinning, clear and lightly making adjustments, energy calibrates in tonal succession. At your base chakra, a feeling of being deeply connected yet conversely free with all that is. A sense of community, soul group connections is solidified.
I ask your guides to please present themselves to me. You appear first wearing the calico print dress. The beautiful illuminating light of Archangel Uriel completely surrounds you. The glow allows everything to be seen and any residual feelings of disorientation to dissipate. The Ascended Master Serapis Bey appears near you, helping to stimulate and express creative ideas. His energies assist those attuned to Nature and the Devic Kingdom. The beautiful, blue light of Mother Mary also enfolds you, bringing energies of intuitive wisdom. Her presence also promotes a stronger connection with Nature’s Elementals; this benefits all life on Earth. A grandfather presence is felt.
I ask to see a timeline. Forbearance and inner fortitude were sustaining qualities at a time of intense trauma and pain. Taken as a young girl, you had to endure lessons of hardship, futility, and acquiescence. Though pain and terror remained in the hearts of those family members you left behind, you were able to tolerate your servitude with equanimity, accepting without deliberating on your condition. As you adapted and persevered, a deeper understanding emerged of living with and on the Land. This bond strengthened and brought about a direct connection with Nature. For we are all One. At the current time, I hear voices excitedly talking. Happiness and relief about a current or upcoming project is felt. There is a strong community presence. In the future, I see the completion of one last final project. A sense of coming together, coming full circle and being heard with the resultant feeling of self-satisfaction and a job well done.
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