A young, dark skinned man is before me. He shakes a stick with feathers attached to it, part of village life, showing that you belong. There are certain coloured feathers with meaning, you are represented by one coloured feather. The feathers move together as one when held in the breeze. He was your brother at one point in time. He is with you on your journey now. 8th century. Mesoamerica.
He shows me cultural relics and ceremonies from times past. So central to their society, one cannot disconnect the ceremonies from the people, they are intrinsically important to understand who they are.
I see you working in a household. Making dedications, creating a centrepiece, an offering for the deities. You do this often, having a firm devout belief in the power these deities hold. Fear is felt here, respect for their wrath if displeased. You court them everyday. Religious ideology, zealotry.
I see irrigation, water ways, water moving. You move past these irrigation wells to get to your place of dedication. Bones, animal carcasses, there is no water for them. A massive die off of animals. A time of survival, confusion and fear. Fury of the gods.
A group of people, a village, release their hope of regaining what they once enjoyed. The land is parched, they can no longer sow their crops. Anger, frustration, but most of all fear is felt. The gods are not continuing their benevolence. You seek to appease them, bringing offerings, yet this is to no avail. The parched, dry land. All evaluate their inner selves and think only of self-preservation. I see you and your brother trudging away. You have each other to rely on during this siege.
White light from the Great Galactic Sun shines forth. I view your chakras. Your crown chakra is wide open, shafts of light are seen, a vast and beautiful expanse. At your brow chakra or third eye, I see and feel a quick spinning, trying to process too much information and being overwhelmed, shutting down, imbalance. At your throat chakra, a feeling of slight pressure, indicating the expression of your true self being slightly restricted. At your heart chakra, there is a sea of green, soft green. I feel much compassion and love, a gentle sort of love. Empathy and forgiveness for others is central here. At your solar plexus, it appears as a spark that has yet to reach it’s zenith. Ambition and focus being formed. At your sacral chakra, a slight sliding movement, concentration on relationships. At your base chakra, I see you standing. You are grounded with Earth.
I ask for your guides to please present themselves. You are surrounded by green trees. Archangel Raphael’s beautiful green light is visible around you, encouraging personal and spiritual growth as you develop your insight and intuition. The Ascended Master El Morya is also near you, assisting you in achieving self-awareness, helping to express inner thoughts and feelings.
I ask to see a timeline. The drought conditions have not abated, you, along with many others have left the village. With heavy hearts, consternation, and anxiety you seek to recreate that what you once had. This however, is fraught with difficulties and impediments. It feels as if your heartstrings are pulled by the gods, their every whim creating unhappiness and despair. At the present time, I see boxes on the ground. A metaphor for placing those ideas, emotions, and wants that are no longer needed, tucked safely away. Moving on, packing up, adjusting and realising. In the future, I see raindrops lashing against a window. The glass stopping any rain from penetrating inside. A wild storm.
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