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A Calico Print Dress

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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A Reversal of Fortunes

A bright day unfolds with clear blue skies.  Wheat fields are almost ready to be shorn and barley has been cut, leaving only stubble behind in fields.

The murmur of birds is heard in the distance.  An unexpected intruder interrupts the scene.  Northmen, having gathered in groups, descend upon the fields; ruthless arrogance is felt among them.  A clamour of villagers seeks their closest kin, holding them tight, unwilling to let go.  These Northmen wreak havoc and terror with each dwelling they set alight.  Their intent is to destroy.

Drawn swords glint in the sun.  The villager’s fear is as palpable as the adrenaline rush of the intruders.  Villagers flee, trying to escape and elude their pursuers.  A scene of carnage ensues.

A child’s cry is heard as the attackers ambush the village.  A chilling scene follows of bodies strewn without care.  Black smoke seethes and grips tender wood and thatch.  High flames seize and crackle allowing moisture to escape.  The scorched remnants tease the air with putrid waste.  Britain around the 9th century.

A raiding party has descended upon your settlement in order to enrich themselves and disseminate fear. Your life has been irrevocably changed in the blink of an eye, all set aflame by the marauders from the North.  Deep in your heart is disbelief and immense terror.  Ashen faces surrounding you are in shock, all having been dealt a bitter blow.  Scenes of destruction around you are mirrored by an utter collapse within you.  Compliance, servitude, penury and lack complete the wheel of fortune. These men wreak havoc and take to ensure their permanence as well as your utter demise. They are able to bolster their rule by suppression, a reversal of fortunes and lamentable greed.

I see before me a sand hourglass; time is being shifted.  Each trembles with fright, their fate yet unknown.  A stoic acceptance of that which has befallen them slowly eases into their conscious vision.  The scenes of violence and destruction, however, are not pushed away or erased from you. This pain festers and lingers without alleviation.  A dark clot of emotional upheaval that is boxed, crated and wrapped, carefully guarding a most delicate, extraordinary and fragile part of your past.

I view massive amounts of light from the Great Galactic Sun pore forth into your crown chakra and a dazzling burst of white light extends and opens to reveal a deep expanse dotted with white lights. Your third-eye chakra rotates and spins slowly, heavily, as if weighted down by fear of the unknown and unexpected.  At your throat chakra a fluid movement masks itinerant feelings.  Your appearance concealing that which you really are, just as a cloak hides what is worn beneath it.  At your heart chakra, an audible sigh is heard.  A gentle, yet palpable love spreads out for humanity and all creatures.  A special bond here is felt with animals where communication can easily be developed.  A light emerges at your solar plexus chakra, radiating brightly, intention is placed to reach certain points where influence can help to manifest and create.  Your sacral chakra spins, a rush of energy, impulsive and impatient to create that which you see within you without.  At your base chakra, you are grounded and anchored.

I ask for your current guides to please present themselves. You appear first wearing a garment of thick woven cloth, your hair tied away from your face. Your eyes dart furtively left and then right, anticipating what will come next. The beautiful light of Master Lady Mary enfolds around you.  She imparts energies of intuitive wisdom as well as helping you to establish yourself securely in society. Her presence allows a stronger connection with Nature’s Elementals and this greatly benefits all life on Earth. The energy of the Master Sanat Kumara also surrounds you; he assists in realising that thoughts are real and can have form, even in another dimension.  These thoughts can have effects upon other life forms, not only on Earth but also in Universal Space.  The bright overarching light of Archangel Uriel is currently around you, reflecting the beautiful light of illumination. This light releases deep energy blocked within the system while invigorating and activating action and courage.

I ask to see a timeline.  After a scourge of violent attacks on settlements, villagers are unable to withstand the onslaught and must forcibly adhere to the victors and their impositions upon them. A time wrought with pain, terror and a complete disregard for human life.  With a fortuitous outcome, your life has been spared, yet the enduring horror of the raid remains deep within you, buried under successive layers of tears and mortar.  Although a new life awaits you, the deleterious scenes of carnage and wrath accompany you with every step you take. At the present time, I view feelings of happiness and elation. Good news, yet unexpected, permeates the scene.  In the future, I see bright squares of light reflecting down upon a room convened with people. Each person wanting to share their thoughts and position regarding their current views. All be will be heard, all acknowledged.

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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.

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