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A Voyage of Discovery

The stern of a boat approaches.  Dark hair of an Egyptian profile emerges as the figurehead on the boat.

A voyage of discovery, a voyage of enlightenment, a voyage of adulation.  Cries of triumph arise from those on the docks.  The crew disembarks, among them a young man with soft brown eyes and dark hair.

Precious cargo has been dispersed along the way where trade and exchange have been initiated.  Coloured gemstones, lapis being among them, strewn in the ports of call.  A culture that is seemingly in tatters, is seeking to survive and expand.  Knowledge based in ancient texts must be assimilated beyond the local borders.  This is a voyage of intent belief with scouts having previously navigated the far flung locations first, relating of a preponderance of good will and trust.

The ship laden, the crew is a team specifically chosen to persist under duress and extreme conditions.  Those that have volunteered want to satisfy their own longing for adventure and with aroused curiosity, see and explore broader vistas.

Discussions and arguments arise on board about provisions and lack.  Those desperate to make the voyage a success quiet calls of ineptitude and sabotage.  Doubts are quickly dispelled as the objective of their journey, their prized destination, is held in place.  A deprecatory flutter and panic ensues when troubling storms force the crew to shorten their canvas.  However, this does not dissuade them from their distant goal.

Each think of imagined mythical creatures inhabiting the waters.  Although, the coast is constantly in view, trepidation and fear enter the hearts of many.  A dark-skinned man emerges in this scene with a wide smile on his face; one of the last of the crew to join the assemblage, he brings the group together.  He is the navigator.  Coptic symbols emblazoned on bronze and brass.  Engraved, likened images.  There is a transfer of these wares before the return voyage.

You are part of this group, part of the crew.  The dynamics of which operate as the lifeline of the boat.  Each individual imparting skills to ensure the survival and safety of all those on board.  Starry navigation, reading and moving within the constellations.  The adjunct navigator, steering all to northern lands.  As curse or conqueror, neither term encapsulates the deeper meaning and significance of this journey.

The enigmatic Sun.  Horus.  The House of the Dead.  Scrolls are just as important as the provisions, for knowledge will be imparted, gifted, and gratefully received.  The new colony will falter grievously in times to come.

I view your chakras as the Great Galactic Sun illuminates you.  Evenly spaced, radiant lights emerge at your crown chakra showing a higher connection to distant constellations.  At your third eye chakra, I see balanced rotations, energy creating an opening and closing movement.  Critical information coming in at intervals and then closing off.  Receiving information and regulating it.  At your throat chakra, voluble words, stored thoughts create a lethargic situation.  A need and want to verbalise and express yourself yet being hindered by forces without, thus creating a humbling situation.  Your heart chakra shines brilliantly; alignment of your inner and outer worlds wields compassion, love and effusive emotions within, which at times seem overwhelming.  At your solar plexus are binding connections of light.  Others entwined here are seen as soul connections.  A bright glow, a pulsing light is emitted, knowledge that achievement is within you.  At your sacral chakra is a dazzling light, a firm sense of self in the current physical life.  At your base chakra you are grounded with current energies of transmission.

I ask for your current guides to please present themselves.  You appear first dressed in seafaring garments.  An immediate scene of gusty winds blow forcefully against your face.  A swift, gliding, forward movement is felt and a cursory view of the beautiful blue sea is seen as the boat cuts deeply through the waters.  The light of Christ Consciousness surrounds you, His Love allows you to extend and freely share Love with all.  His powerful energies assist those attracted to natural healing where the correct balance of spiritual and physical well-being is considered.  The presence and light of Isis and Horus are also here.   The beautiful light of Archangel Uriel is around you, helping to boost action, bring life force and endurance within and showing illumination to those who feel lost and forsaken.

I ask to see a timeline.  Ancient Egypt, a time where our current maps do not reflect past land masses.  A great horn of plenty.  Starry skies enfold and envelope you.  You are adrift here, lost in a vast sea where knowledge and discovery beckon you.  Part of an exploration team, seeking achievements and knowledge, exporting trade in the hopes of securing closer ties and promoting a sense of mutual support.  As a Navigator, you steer the boat, you create your path, you move inexorably forward to an ultimate destination.  At the present time, I feel restless thoughts around you, as if you’re lighted path has been subsumed, your way has become lost.  We are all on unknown paths, but possessing courage and determination help light the way.  Rely on intuition and know in your heart that every step puts you forward in your path and every step forward is the correct one.  In the future, I see bright, blinding lights as if in a stadium.  Numerous people are together here, a show of strength and unity.

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Like Two Black Buttons

The base of Mt. Parnassus, ancient Greece.  A woman is dressed in a white gown, flowing to the ground.  Eyes stare dully forward like two black buttons.  The gods are calling.  A summons to prayer. “Earthly wisdom, godly wisdom, let us be thy servant.  May we fare well in our intended duties.  Allow anguish to be lifted in joy as we gather together requesting assistance of the gods.”

A priestess in ancient Greece with hair of auburn brown; ringlets adorn each temple of her forehead.  The round curling hair acts as an energy vortex, for your insights come through the temples of your head.  At the slightest sounds, a breath of wind or the touch of a breeze, you shake your curls allowing the energy to dissipate and gather once again when the curls have settled.

Candles lit.  The Ides of March.  Turning tides.  Words begin and falter from your mouth.  Lips parted, an invocation to the gods is heard.  Forced.

There are those near you desperately wanting information and the assistance of the gods.  You are requested and compelled to provide, to give, and to supplicate to the gods.  You are their intercessor.  Rest is not to be had.  Weary and worked beyond your capacity.

Many priestesses are here.  Their work is unforgiving and unrelenting, walking between the Earth and the gods, relaying messages and beseeching protection from many sources.  The ceaseless nature of your work requires energy that is quickly spent.  An endless line of men and women await their turn, their moment to communicate with the gods through you.  For you are their portal to another realm.

The Great Galactic Sun shines forth to reveal your chakras.  Your crown chakra is an open, wide expanse, dark and vast.  Pinpoints of light shine here like beckoning stars. Your direct connection to Source continues today.  Your third eye revolves gently but surely.  Information is stored here for access at a later point in time.  Your throat chakra spins, receiving information clearly yet outward communication is hindered.  You are not communicating all that you see.  Your heart chakra pulses, light fractures and colour tinctures expand and extend into darkness.  As the light appears, your love spreads outward.  A bright light shines at your solar plexus that is tempered.  More can be revealed here, as if a lampshade has been drawn purposefully.  At your sacral chakra light spins evenly, gratitude is felt here.  Your base chakra is grounded at this time.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You sit at a table; a flickering candle placed before you illuminates your radiant face.  Master Jesus immediately appears behind you along with Mother Mary.  Their presence lightens your load, allowing you to express and freely share the love within you.  The intuitive wisdom of Mother Mary surrounds you, enabling and allowing you to find courage to seek your place in society.  Her love is with you and can always be called upon.  The beautiful blue light of Archangel Michael suffuses the scene, supporting balanced communication with yourself and with all others on all levels.  He inspires you to become a seeker of higher truth and hidden knowledge.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your highly developed intuition and gift of prophecy is utilized by many to reach the gods.  Many take the long trek to seek your knowledge, your vision beyond this worldly realm.  The temple light burns brightly near you today.  A temple guardian.  At the present time I feel upheaval and a subsequent settling back upon the Earth.  A feeling of being quickly gathered and gently placed elsewhere.  In the future I see and unimpeded access to that which you had not.

End of Reading

 

 

The Craft of the Medicine Man

A river stretches out before me where deep lateral erosion forms a delta. A man appears with olive skin and a bare chest. His hair is cut straight across his forehead and bluntly cropped short around his head. A headband frames his small eyes and mouth. A feather quill pierces the nose. As he looks furtively left and then right, he grimaces. He does not want to be noticed by anyone. He squats on his haunches. The Yucatán Peninsula, 13th century.

A face flickers before me, at one moment seen with coloured paint and feathers, the next moment showing nothing but the clear face of a Mayan man. You are revealing your identity to me, allowing a glimpse into another world, that of a medicine man. Feathers, chants, bones, and skittles are woven into your domain. As you shift between countenances, you move between realms. You access a spirit world with your thoughts, your energy. This energy you easily access, it’s carried with you and brought to those in need of your services.

A language, a dialect, clicks and murmurs of words are spoken with earnest gravity carrying importance and meaning. A man of few words, yet the words are chosen carefully and then repeated in order to add emphasis. Energy received from beyond your realm is released through your words. A magician some may say, but in this lifetime it was the craft of the medicine man.

Striking coloured feathers, ochre and earth based paint line your cheeks. Beetle stings, beetle dung, compresses made of herbs and leaves, chewed leaves, grinding your molars flat. You quickly assess those that come to you, reaching towards nature to assuage, but it’s your words that carry import. The concentration, a quick deduction, unemotional and detached. You may be called an energy healer but you are known as the medicine man.

Wheels of life are shown to me, star constellations, natural herbs, your face twitches and contorts, your eyes roll, energy flows forth. A natural healer. I step back to view your chakras. Your crown chakra is immense, enigmatic, a chorus of light. I am being shown a connection, an energetic connection that extends beyond our plane. Your third eye chakra revolves, methodically and measured, it’s wide open and you are alert. At your throat chakra, I’m being shown a throat that has been slit and sewn shut, a finger points to this. Careful, guarded attention to yourself, your speech, your words. More observant than vocally expressive. A vow perhaps from a previous life to remain silent. You may speak now. At your heart chakra is felt a sudden deep sigh. Relief and buoyant expectation is felt here. A light flickers. Compassion is a alight. At your solar plexus I am shown expansion as yellow sunlight floods in where focus and intention can reign. Your sacral chakra spins, moderated, creative issues are set aside but can be brought forth. Your base chakra spins elucidating balance and stability. You are grounded at this time.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves. You immediately appear, the quill from your pierced nose serves as a focal point. Your hair remains short, cut evenly around your neck; black fringe frames your face. Serious and somber. The energy is palpable as you echo words long lost and long gone. A woman flanks your right. She is not of this world. She is effervescent, glowing; a sparkly substance resides around her. The beautiful light of Archangel Uriel suffuses the scene, bringing illuminating light and helping connect with divine order. The presence of Master Jesus and his healing energy is with you. His Love extends to all, helping in all ways of natural healing. Circles or globes of light energy rise before you, angelic presence is felt.

I ask to see a timeline. You work and dwell among the others, yet there is recognition of an exalted presence. You murmur words as you crouch low to the Earth, a stick in your hand. Creating outlines in the dirt, explaining the world forces, and oral tradition that you will hand down. A revered healer, your teachings are respected. At the present time, I see with tired eyes, a mountain of paperwork. A heart murmurs, palpitates and I feel resignation. A duty upheld. In the future, I see an inky dark sky bereft of stars. Whirled into a tumultuous cloud, you appear unnerved. Balance is the key operative here.

End of Reading

The Cathar

This reading is for Gary Carlson at http://www.icheckyoursoul.com/

Thank you Gary for the insightful Soul Reading.  I’m profoundly grateful for your kindness and support.  Herewith is your reading:

Light from the Great Galactic Sun penetrates and permeates the air around me.  An electronic buzzing noise is heard crackling through the still air.  A ragged man is seen running through underbrush as if being chased from behind.  Sweat and dirt marks his face.  Bushy long hair streaked with grey flies wildly around him.  A long beard marks the passage of time spent in seclusion.

Ascetic, pious, yet voluble.  Having spent months alone, withdrawn to a cave, your senses have become sharpened and heightened.  Hearing sounds others cannot, frenetic visions ensconce you, the taste of the wind, the smell of Jesus. Your kinetic senses vibrate with phantom menaces purging your soul, allowing only the Divine to remain.  12th century, Europe.

Abstinence, joy in liturgical hymns.  You seek the Divine Presence, acknowledgement within you.  A long garment, threadbare and torn, protects you from the outside elements.  For you seek that which is within, that Divine Spark, illumination.

Revered as a friar Brother, you feel your purpose is to renounce and negate all bodily senses in order to come closer to the Divine.  As a mystic, your devaluation of life’s pleasures in order to seek the Sacred, will keep you months in isolation.

Unbeknownst to you, as you distance yourself from life around you, as you rely more heavily on your inner senses, a purification ensues where life’s beauty is shown more clearly, more refined and engraved.  Your abnegation has ironically come full circle to reveal the clarity and beauty of life.  Thrushes twittering in tree limbs are heard in the distance, that which is within you is also without you.  Solace found within is also around you in Nature.  Every aspect of yourself is mirrored in that which you gaze upon, you touch and listen to.  This understanding is felt deep within you.

I withdraw from this scene to find you quietly speaking with your Brethren, your Brothers in Arms, your faithful flock.  Admonition is not among your words to them, rather respectful gratitude for All that is.  A Cathar monk, a learned man, a night of recompense.

I swiftly bring light over to you from the Great Galactic Sun.  A fervent prayer is issued forth, an intuitive motion of hands as Energy is quietly, measurably dispersed by you.

I ask to view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is wide open.  An expansive space revealing starlight and shine.  Your third eye chakra moves, revolving seamlessly.  I see a multitude of information being released from that which is received. Your throat chakra is infused with a protective light, that which issues forth from your third eye can thus be elucidated.  Your heart chakra glows with a warm loving light.  The light of Christ Consciousness emanates.  Your solar plexus illumines brightly a clear, yet meagre path.  Your sacral chakra is moving, adjusting to recent impediment.  Your base chakra is fluid in motion.  As the Earth moves, you move and flow with it.  I etherically see one hand placed upon the Earth to steady yourself with the influx of energy.

I kindly ask to see your guides.  You appear first, your most prominent feature being your eyes.  I see your gaze move slowly downward taking in all aspects assuredly.  Humility and a prescient quality surrounds you.  This is carried forth into your current life.  Standing, you fold your hands quietly before you.  An angel converges on your left.  This angel is one of your many guides.  I hear the name Daniel.  A mother to your right assumes her place behind you, her hands reach out to touch your shoulders.  The loving light and energy of Master Jesus surrounds you, a Christ centred energy, helping to express Love that it may be shared freely with all.  The energy also assists in natural healing.  The light and energy expressed as Lord Maitreya surrounds you, helping to balance predominantly intellectual thinking with acceptance of the metaphysical.  As you raise your level of consciousness, you are more aware of who you really are.  The beautiful light of Archangel Gabriel envelopes you.  As a messenger angel, Gabriel assists all earthly messengers.

I ask to see a timeline.  Hardship, strife and battles encumber your life as a Cathar.  Seeking to transcend and move beyond these base concerns, you set out on a quest to sequester yourself, live alone, and reject all that is Earthly only to release yourself in the end, appreciating and knowing God is within All that Is.  At the current time, I see an account book laid out before you.  Clicking noises, addition, the economic woes of finding balance.  In the future, I see you contemplating before you a still, dark sea.  No movement is seen, quietude and solace are sought within this dark water.

End of Reading

An Odd Linen Cap

An angelic being appears by your side.  Middle Ages, 12th century, Britain.

A dark room, a candle lit on the table.  A woman sits before a table sewing.  Her eyes are tired but she continues sewing for with each stitch she comes closer to her goal.  A cloak.  A man is here, tonsure, hair cropped shortly around his head.  He is not clean shaven, his hair is quite dark.  This man demands coins from you, but you have none.  Feelings of distraught tiredness swell this room.

Your employ is as a seamstress in a market town.  There is an odd linen cap on your head, white and peaked.  Your eyes are sharp, but are slowly failing you.  A plight to use your eyes as a commodity in work.  Your hair is dark.

Insistence, impatience, debts.  This man is pulling a cart.  Subsistence living.  Debts accruing.  Your husband.  His temper will flash with fury as he engages in a brawl, culminating in his death and leaving you in abject poverty.  The wheels on the cart turn together, just as your lives have moved in unison.  One wheel does not move forward without the other.  Languishing, pining, this turn of events has left an indelible harsh feeling within you.  A tangle of restrictive emotions links him with you, holding you back.  Golden healing light appears, removing, clearing  and releasing these energetic blocks.  All is transmuted into pure white radiant light.

In the golden hue radiating outwards, I view your chakras.  Deep violet light is seen at your crown chakra.  A beautiful expanse, deep, wide, vast.  Illuminate particles sparkle and shine.  At your brow chakra or third eye, I feel messages are being received, processed, but are not considered or fully acknowledged.  There is layering appearing at your throat chakra, one layer placed upon another layer.  A protection of sorts.  A fear of not only being hurt by others but wanting to insulate yourself from harsh criticism.  At your heart chakra, I see and feel a slight opening allowing energy to pour out.  An imbalance which allows others to exploit your compassionate nature.  At your solar plexus, there is a bright, joyous light which kindles another light before it.  Purification and transformation ensues.  Examining old issues, allowing these to depart to create new movement and life.  At your sacral chakra, I sense careful balance in creating emotional stability.  At your base chakra, I see you sitting upon the Earth, grounded.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear in a heavy brown linen gown.  Awareness and perception accompany you as you kneel down in prayer, fervent in your desire for sins to be absolved.  Angels are around you.  The presence of Archangel Gabriel is felt, assisting you in overcoming fear.  As the messenger angel, she helps all writers or teachers with communication.  The Ascended Master Lord Lanto is also near you, assisting in learning, gaining wisdom and spiritual knowledge.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your husband has met a most undesirable end, insurmountable debts accumulate, forcing you into poverty’s clutches.  Your appeals to God appear fruitless as your grip on this life looses it’s tense hold.  You falter and sway in your poverty, never able to overcome it.  At the present time, I see light drenched skies, an open feeling of release.  A deep breath is taken as forward motion is felt.  All is well.  In the future, I see flat shadows of medieval figures appearing as computer generated cut outs.  There are several figures lined up.  They seem to be ghosts but are flat, graphic representations.

End of Reading

 

 

 

A High Vantage Point

I see a child, a young girl with short pig tails.  Her hair is like straw, a few freckles on her face.  Wide blue eyes look up.  Looking down, I watch her walk along a dusty country road, away from an isolated house.  There are fields and trees around her, but she continues on.

A woman appears with shining grey eyes and glistening silver hair.  Her hair is long and appears to illuminate light.  She is one of your guides, a Pleiadian.

The little girl has arrived at her secluded hideout.   It’s not a treehouse with a high vantage point of observation, rather a fort with a camouflaged entry, allowing an unhindered view of those who happen to pass by.  The girl enters her domain and in her mind, the trees, bushes surrounding her are transformed into a kingdom where she is prime ruler.

In this kingdom, you choose a prince to rule with you.  An imaginary character, yet very real to your heart.  He fulfills your every ideal, appeases you, compliments you and most of all loves you.  This prince is necessary in your life, you’ve been lead to believe, in order to be whole, feel loved, wanted, and most of all, fit into every conditioned expectation society has created.  These thoughts, in word and deed, have been shown to you over and over again.  In full glory, you relive them in your hideout.  By yourself.  Your guides are here, listening to your play, wanting to tell you that you are whole, you are loved and you are appreciated.

“You are not alone.  For love is within you, always has been and always will be.  You too can bask in the love of All that Is, you too are an important part of this.  Yet it is within you to be discovered.  You are not alone, never have been.  You are loved and we will never forsake you.  This is but a gentle reminder, for all is within you.”

Angels gather around, console and comfort you.  I view your chakras in the white light surrounding you.  Your crown chakra is deep, open and wide, undulating shades of light energy move here.  At your brow chakra or third eye, I see a stubborn closure, shutting out that which is just beyond you.  At your throat chakra, I feel a slight pressure, given to indicate there is more to your presence than you currently reveal.  At your heart chakra, a sudden intake of breath, as if trying to swallow and keep so much love in that is bursting to shine forth.  This is a beautiful love that wants to be shared, but is kept inward, waiting.  At your solar plexus, a flood of previous memories, previous lives, once stored, now opened, enabling freedom and control in your life.  Ambition clarified as you realise strength is within you.  At your sacral chakra, a burning fire, a desire that leads to imbalance, emotional insecurity.  At your base chakra, I see you grounded, sitting upon the Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You are again in your hideout, smiling, pleased with the imaginary world you have constructed.  Perfect in every detail, your happiness secured.  Mary, the Universal Mother, shines her beautiful loving light around you, protecting and guiding.  The Ascended Master El Morya is also around you, helping you achieve self-awareness.  This will enable you to express deep inner thoughts and feelings.  Archangel Gabriel, with her beautiful light, surrounds you, aiding in enhancing your creativity and in releasing fears in order to become more joyful.  Your guides settle around you, immense love is felt.  They are helping you to create harmonious relationships with others.

I ask to see a timeline.  “There is, within your heart, an impasse.  The societal expectations which have become your own, have created a place within you that is difficult to manoeuvre out of.  Within your heart space, is an open, neverending flow of infinite love and wisdom.  It is your own expectations that prevent you from realising , All Love is within”.  At the present time, I see candles glowing.  While peering at the candlelight, a deep breath is taken.  You are at peace.  All is One.  In the future, I see a face peering at me towards the side.  It’s indiscriminate in it’s gaze.  There is white all around, feelings of relief and happiness are felt.

End of Reading

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finding Respite

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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