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The Winds of Change

I see a tribal man from the South Pacific yelling loudly, intensely, piercing.  His face bright red from the effort.  Cowrie shells swing on his body.  Out of breath, he tries his utmost to convey a message of alert.  It goes unheeded and scatters to the winds.  Sharply tipped spears adorned with feathers fly before my eyes, harnessing speed, distance and flight.  You thrust your arm sharply behind you to dislodge a spear.  Whom it meets will cause a division of pain and anger.  New Zealand, 18th century.

A warring nation and a warring tribe.  Enmity and fear are felt here.  An unmatched and unbalanced game of warfare.  Derision and disapprobation of cultural differences create violence where legitimacy claims are not honoured.

The spears fly and wild frenzy lights your eyes.  A final battle waged where both sides refuse to cower.  Adeptly thrown, the spear quickly meets its target.  A quick languish of breath before the man dies.  The invaders have no understanding of tribal sense.  Their etiquette betrays ignorance and arrogance.  Their superior weapons give them an advantage that does not reflect their inner truth.

You look frantically around only to find other tribesmen in their final fight.  A spear cannot withstand the volley of musket shot.  Beating drums signal the end.  Odd men in foreign clothing have outmanoeuvered and overrun with their munitions and armoury.  A cold sweat runs down your back.   Defeat in a most untimely and unlikely manner.  Seen as savages with a warrior spirit, you are herded together, meant to acquiesce to those that now reign over you.  An invisible yoke has now been placed over you and your tribesmen.  It will take generations for this invisible yoke to fall away.

Chattel, war privileges.  A Privy Council enters to subject those tribesmen to life in servitude to the Crown.  Beads of sweat form on your brow.  The discrimination that follows is unlike anything you have experienced before.  Your life has changed.

Bitter rivalry ensues.  Tribal betrayal.  Swift birds mellow the scene.  The discharge of muskets disrupt their flight.  You seek the solitude of the forest, the cadence of the birds, a welcome reminder of who you are and where you belong.  Each step into the trees obliterates the scenes of destruction.  You are a free man in this clearing but as soon as you step out of it, your yoke tightens around you.

The winds of change: North, South, East, and West blow in every direction, causing turbulence and calm tides.  Merry be Thee.  As the Galactic Sun shines so high and bright, I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is stellar and vast.  Light signals emerge as many more penetrate.  Your third eye revolves slowly, wanting to take in every observation to analyse in a scientific way.  This analysation is done out of deep mistrust yet a need for clarification.  At your throat chakra a vision unfolds of a person seen but unheard, a scene of yelling with no response.  There are tentative tender feelings at your heart chakra, a reluctance to shine and be observed.  At your solar plexus I see a swirling motion creating a dizzying blend or mix of light, a want and need to radiate and be seen but yet there is something holding you back.  At your sacral chakra, I see open spinning, convivial joy, an acquiescence.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves.  You appear first with ceremonial cowrie shells draped around you, a ripped ear is pierced with birds feathers.  You assume a jaunty stance.  Beautiful blue light of Archangel Michael surrounds you, carrying faith and protection allowing  you to become a seeker of higher truth.  The Master Lord Maitreya’s energy flows around you, enabling you to raise your consciousness and be fully aware of who you are.  His energies encourage those who are predominantly intellectual to balance their thinking through acceptance of the metaphysical.  As smoke gathers into cumulus clouds above you, the story is woven together and kept in place here.

I ask to see a timeline.  You are a warrior during a time of tremendous change.  Deep cultural traditions have been affected along with the dismantling of your own society.  During a time of servitude, residual anger and distrust ensues.  A divisive lingering bitterness remains.  At the present time, I see scattered books and knowledge.  A treasure trove used to reclaim the past and put things in order.  In the future a great rolling tide gathers strength, a funnel of water moving and penetrating the path of least resistance.  A great, sweeping tide.

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Working Deep in the Shafts

A rugged man with flexing, ripping, burly muscles.  Sweat runs down his chest.  Heaving for air, his breath runs deep down into his windpipe and lungs.  I follow dense air into a dark tunnel.

This is a mine, a tin or iron mine.  Europe, around the year 10BC.  Hammer and anvil are before you.  A group of men operate the mine, toiling sun up to sun down.  Those who work deep in the shafts have the lowest stature among the men and fewer rights.  Those working closer to the exist were also closer to their freedom and rights as an attenuated Roman citizen.

Bellows-fire, a furnace is also at hand smelting that which comes from the mine.  You are smelting the metals together.  Heavy labour has accorded you strength and striated muscles.  A slave within a complex system, dependent on a supply chain yielding food and necessary clothing and tools.

A ticking noise is heard in the background.  Each day completed is one less day served in captivity.  Unbeknownst to you, once your servitude has ended, your life will not abruptly change for the better, rather you will continue to toil away daily.  Wishing and longing for a day in the future serves no purpose whatsoever.

I view your chakras.  A very deep purple is seen around your crown chakra, whirling stars and bright points encircle you.  At your third eye, I feel a wide opening.  Strands of DNA are shown moving swiftly, meeting, combining and restructuring.  At your throat chakra, I feel a raw feeling.  A voice making itself present and known without an audience, as words fall on deaf ears.  At your heart chakra, I view an enveloping green moving and radiating outwards.  Love encircling all it meets.  Your solar plexus glows brilliantly, yet at times waning as ambition falters.  Your sacral chakra spins and shines brightly, balanced.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask to please view your guides.  The glow of an intense fire lights up your face.  Wet with sweat and grime, wide eyes are turned in my direction.  Your work is your peace and solitude.  Here is your reason for Being.  An inner knowledge, a knowing that you are not enslaved within and the fact that this can never be taken from you.  The iron ore melts as intense heat radiates around you.  The Ascended Master Kuthumi is near you now, helping you with self-awareness and allowing you glimpses of understanding Earth’s mysteries.  Archangel Michael appears briefly, helping you speak your truth and encouraging you to seek ever higher truth and hidden knowledge.  His love suffuses this scene.

I ask to see a timeline of past, present and future.  A quick succession of scenes roll past, melding a hammer, sweat and heat.  Camaraderie and working together as a team is strongly felt.  All of you in this mine have but one goal, to become free men.  Unattainable and unrealistic for most during this lifetime.  At the current time, a heavy burden lies on your shoulders and a direction needs to be fixed.  Rely on your intuition and keep your goals in mind as you seek assistance from others.  In the future I view wide eyes, and feel a deep intake of breath.  The realisation dawns on you, a planetary city, a planetary scope.  A viewpoint far exceeding your own.

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Caught in the Middle

Crashing waves upon a beach.  Sunset illuminated and glowing the breadth of the horizon.  I hear giggling voices, see young men playing volleyball.  Old fashioned swimming trunks.  1920’s West Coast.  California.

A group of young people on the beach.  Girls talking together about dresses and shoes.  It’s time to pack up and leave.  Bittersweet feelings felt here, reliving this, knowing time is limited.  I suddenly hear the lyrics from London Grammar, “Strong”:

Excuse me for a while
While I’m wide-eyed
And I’m so down caught in the middle
I’ve excused you for a while
While I’m wide-eyed
And I’m so down caught in the middle

There are many of you piling into this car, but you won’t all make it home.  A jackknife turn, a sudden swerve and then a collision.  There are not many vehicles out, one from the oncoming direction pulls to the side of the highway.  They run from their car to help, but there is not much that can be done.  Shock and trauma set in.

Parents coming to the morgue.  Identifying their children’s bodies.  Grief compounds the visit.

These scenes are being watched, relived and remembered.  Life is a fragile bounty.  It truly is a gift to be here.  A tenuous string binds you with these souls.  Friendships are never lost and love lives on.

There is a sadness in your heart, a heaviness that needs to be lifted.  A grief, a melancholy that knows not why it’s there.  It’s time to let go and free yourself.

A sister with flowers.  A friend who didn’t go to the beach that day.  Two in a long procession, saying goodbye, letting go and moving on.  This day at the beach is bittersweet.

I see you standing in a shaft of purple light, letting go and being free.  I view your chakras as a sudden intense red glow settles over you.  Recharging, reenergizing, revitalising.  Your crown chakra is a stellar, open and vast.  Lights flicker at certain points.  Your brow chakra or third eye is moving methodically.  Taking things in as they come.  Brightness shines as realisation of your gifts sets in.  At your throat chakra, I feel tenseness hindering your true light.  Your solar plexus appears as if shining behind a storm cloud.  Brightness, a jovial sense of life and fullness wanting to shine through.  At your sacral chakra, I sense immense creativity but there are feelings of guilt preventing the creative release.  At your base chakra, you are grounded and at one with Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves.  You appear now in vintage clothing, there is a sense of an avid interest in fashion.  Sunglasses, handbag, shoes.  It’s all complete.  “What you value most, what you create for yourself is close to your heart.”   The beautiful loving light of Mother Mary encompasses you, her energy guiding your intuitive wisdom.  The Ascended Master Lady Nada is also around you.  Her loving wisdom supporting you in becoming less critical of yourself and more balanced.  Archangel Michael’s love surrounds you, helping to instill a sense of inner truth within yourself.

I ask to see a timeline.  A woman is standing drenched in rain.  A puddle forms at her feet, reluctant to move under cover.  A desire to become so drenched, the water melts her into the ground.  Waiting for this to happen.  Wanting above all else to disappear.  You are beside yourself with grief.  At the present time, I see clarity of vision.  Digging deep within yourself, examining emotions, thoughts and feelings.  As each is acknowledged and released, tension subsides.  You’ve been doing this for some time.  In the future, the blur of a train.  A vision of moving on and forward.  The aspect of movement, the blur seen in photographs is seen here.  A high speed vehicle of motion propelling you forward.

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An Atmosphere of Tension

A bright ray of sunshine unfolds upon green grass.  I see shrubbery and trees around me.  Quiet stillness pierces the scene creating an atmosphere of tension.  I see you hiding behind greenery and shrubs, blending in with that around you.  I hear a quiet intake of breath as your eyes dart around.  Waiting.  Silently.  Patiently.  Waiting for the moment to kill.  Your quarry is the gentle deer.  Tentatively, it steps into your field of vision.  There is an infinite space of time as each of you carefully and warily turn your heads to one another.  A space of time in which your hunting skill will be tested.  Precarious steps are made by the deer, relying on instinct to quickly flee, but in no moment too soon, the beautiful animal is struck down by your arrow.  A triumph of man’s skill over the instincts of the deer.

This is the Middle Ages.  1600’s.  Europe.  A robber baron, one of many, utilising your connections with rich landowners around you to further your own personal agenda, hunting for pleasure.

I take energy from the Great Galactic Sun.  This I place on the ground in a circle around you.  I am able to see your chakras.   Your crown chakra is wide open, an expansive blue light emanates.  It feels like deep, quiet space.  The blue light illuminates and shines.  Your third eye revolves and spins.  At times affording you visions of splendour which you routinely dismiss as your imagination working overtime.  Your throat chakra feels rough, raw.  You, as an individual are heard but only after a significant amount of persuasion on your side.  Your heart chakra spins vibrantly as colours flick off of it.  These colours are reflected in that which you see around you.  “When you focus on your heart-space, a deep seated love is found here.   This you must share with All around you.”  At your solar plexus, I feel a solid strength.  Someone who possesses a deep knowledge of why you are here.  This strength is reflected in that which you accomplish, nothing is without reason.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a churning motion.  A change, a want and need for change.  At your base chakra, I feel a sensation as if you are gently floating above the ground.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You are lying on the forest floor looking up into a cloudy blue sky.  There are angels and several guides around you.  Archangel Michael’s presence is felt, his love and protection guiding you.  The Ascended Master Lord Maitreya is here, helping you balance your own intellectual thinking through acceptance of the metaphysical, encouraging you to be aware of who you really are.  Much love and support here.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your life is marked by the seasons.  Your preoccupation with hunting and controlling the land leads eventually to deep disappointment.  You ultimately must abide by rules laid out by others, rules which you were not privy to nor empowered to intervene with and change.  Circles moving above your station in life rotate and move whether wanted or not.  Your own dominance and power is brought into question.  At the present time, I feel collusion, intrigue and negligence moving in circles near you.  Though you have personally distanced yourself from this, nevertheless, you are affected.  In the future, I see a wide acreage, blooming flower pots.  All is well.

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Sand Slips Through Her Fingers

I see a woman standing before me.   Her hair is long.  She is dressed in long robes with muted colours. I watch as her eyes move to her hands.  A handful of sand slips silently through her fingers just as tiny sand grains drop down an hourglass.   Imperceptibly moving without gaining momentum.  Time moves ever onward.  I watch her drop her hands to her sides.  This is The Sinai.  Egypt.

You are with a nomadic group, moving, resting, then pushing onward again.   Though imperceptible to you, time is moving on as you and your group make their way through the desert, seeking a promised land.

I see a light filled, sparkling, blue sky above me.  These are difficult and hard times for your group.   A deep knowing, a strong faith runs through each of you.   This enables all of you to move forward.   I’m being told time is insignificant here.

Timelessness,  the importance of being and living within the moment.

Unexpectedly, I hear music from Abba, “Dancing Queen”.

You are with your family here.  Many families have come on this journey.  You will grow up here in the desert.   Hopes and fears burn within you.  An intense desire to move out of the desert, yet never seeming able to move forward.

There is a protective light around your group.  One can see this from a distance.

I take sparkling light fromt the sky and hand it to you.  A sad, forlorn look on your face.  A never ending journey.  A desire to push time forward, but an inability to do so.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is a beautiful, open expanse.  Blues and violets are seen here with iridescent dots of light energy.  Wide open, moving.  At your third eye, I suddenly see a green, visually lush background.  Spinning and opening, slowly allowing vistas to enfold before you.  A clarity of vision will come to you in time.  Just allow.  At your throat chakra, I feel a spinning, but then an abrupt, painful closure.  A tightening.  A flickering light.  You perceive who you are but those around you dismiss this.  Unaccepting or unwilling to acknowledge, this causes pain within you.  A bright light shines forth at your solar plexus.  Joyousness, love of life is felt here.  Your purpose is becoming apparent, revealing itself to you with joy.  At your sacral chakra, a burning creative desire is felt here, relationships holding importance and giving emotional stability.  At your base chakra, I feel you are grounded and anchored to Mother Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear first, with your long gown.  Your face is slightly browned from the strong desert sun.  You stand simply, smiling, your hands to your side.  Jesus Sananda appears with you, a loving presence continuing to awaken and strengthen inner devotion, expressing Love, so that it may be freely shared with all.  There is support of natural healing, a correct balance of spiritual and physical well-being.  The Ascended Master St. Germaine’s presence is felt, helping create harmony and peace through melodious sounds.  Mary Magdalene’s presence also comes through, supportive and loving.  Archangel Michael’s beautiful loving light surrounds you, inspiring all seekers of higher truth and knowledge.  His Blue Ray influences the throat chakra, helping to encourage clear communication on all levels.

I ask to see a timeline.  Weary of life in the desert.  A want and desire to reach a sacred land.  You and your nomadic group do not lose faith, nor are they discouraged.  A deep sense of knowing and believing pushes you all on.  Though time moves forward, your inherent faith never diminishes.  You and your group are protected on this journey.  At the present time, I see you looking down one street and then furtively glancing down another, unsure of which direction to follow.  Then as now, you are surrounded by a protective light.  “It is not which road you take to get somewhere that is of importance, rather the journey at hand, in and of itself.  Please don’t lose sight of this.”  In the future, I see a congestion of cars, all moving in one direction.  Heads turning back to see an awesome view.  All have a knowing that all is well.

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Nothing Without His Horse

I see a man wearing a fitted cap with a tassel attached on top.  He is a warrior standing in place, looking all around him.  Asia.  Mongols.  A defensive wall, a wide steppe before me.  Windy, wild territory.  You are a horse rider, knowledgeable and able, riding with a hording army, razing an unspeakable amount of land before you.  Helping to instill fear and turmoil in every heart with the mere mention of the hordes you ride with.  Many men like you, able bodied and agile on a horse.

I see a face, a close-up of the rider, dark hair, wild eyes.  He moves swiftly and effortlessly among the others, bow and arrows on his back.  A well chosen weapon of stealth.  Several shirts or tunics worn with trousers and leather boots.  I see a blur, a rush of warriors on either side of me, a long line that continues on.   A long column of men, ready to kill, pillage, and destroy.  The dust in the air is palpable.

This is a fearless man, seething with rage and a powerful fighting spirit that cannot be unimbued.  The connection with his horse underlies his source of power and heightened abilities, for it is the horse that carries him such long distances.  He is nothing without his horse and he knows this.  The horse is an extension of himself, creating a force with super abilities, speed, strength, and stamina.

Sweat, leather, grease.  I see and hear the whir of arrows.  Every target met.  An expression of utter madness on his face and in his wild eyes.  Horse and man working as one, decimating a battlefield of men before him.  The goal is only to kill.  None are afraid to die out here on the steppe.  None.  All are fearless.

I sweep my arms around me, gathering glittering stars into my hands.  I watch as I let the stars fall onto you.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is wide open, expansive and deep, visible lustrous light is seen here.  At your 3rd eye, I view a quiet spin, making one revolution after another and constantly stopping.  I feel a need to control here, constant control, an unwillingness to let things unfold as they happen.  Your throat chakra is tight.  Also, control issues here.  Control over yourself and who you are becoming.  Your heart chakra is spinning and giving off an intermittent light.  Choosing.  Love is plentiful and meant for all, it transforms, expands and grows the more it is heaped on others.  This is not only beneficial to you, but to others as well.  At your solar plexus, I feel a strong, vibrant light.  Empowerment, focus and will.  Again, a need for control.  At your sacral chakra, spinning, a strong force of raw creative energy felt here.  You are grounded at your base chakra.  I must add here that the feelings I receive for your lower chakras are so strong and full of vitality, there must be an outlet for this whether creatively or by pure intention in manifesting things.  A definite ability to manifest or create.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear wearing bits of leather clothing, sweat, dirt, and a fierce look on your face.  A sheath of arrows grasped tightly and angrily in your hand.  Ascended Master Lord Maitreya appears radiating intense light around him.  He is with you at the present time, helping to detach from old ideas and concepts in order to express creative ideas not previously seen on Earth before.  He is assisting you with this.  The presence of Archangel Michael is also felt, extending love and pure light.

I ask to see a timeline.  The fierce warrior appears once again seated on his horse.  The passion, camaraderie and commitment to this tribe of men is intense.  The level of horsemanship and the relationship with the horses is remarkable.  A deep respect felt here for the horses that have turned the man from ordinary mortal to invincible warrior.  An indescribable respect.  At the present time, I see you talking, generating ideas, frustration felt at an inability to set things into motion just yet.  In the future, I see items being placed in a precise order.  Choosing and carefully placing them in an exact alignment.  Your breath is held.

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