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Move as the Geese

Geese flying south, so high in the sky they appear as geometric figures.

North American Indian tribe, Algonquin, 1700’s  I hear drumming, calling.  Many voices, together they hastily construct huts.   Women, children, each occupied at this site.  Storing grain.  A thumb moves dark kernels of corn in her palm as she contemplates the horizon beyond her.

Sitting close before a fire, golden light reflects on cheerful faces.  Harvest finished.  Your group will move on to a winter camp with plentiful game to hunt.  Two young children cling to you, through you they learn the ways of their ancestors, how to grow food and find wild edibles in order to survive.  You weave beads, handiwork greatly prized.

Raids, movement, justice, revenge, all these things encircle your group as a fence forms a barrier.  The fence of your adversaries, crowding you, pushing you ever further toward the frontier.  You feel threatened and barred.  A mix of revulsion and loathing for this imaginary fence.  The corn, the path, the geese.  Your journey is long before you.  Traversing rivers, movement, fires.  A cyclical movement.  Aware and ever present.  Division, warface, truce and peace.  At the end is Peace.

A beautiful cloudy sky above you, delicate pinks hang among the clouds as the sun moves ever westward.  “You are part of the Peace.  We walk with you now, we hear you, we know you.  For all is as it should be.”  Your heart closes tightly, as purse strings draw closed.  Holding everything in, carefully arranged lest it fall out.  “You may open the purse now.  We are with you.  Our love, our presence is always beside you.”

I see a red sun glowing in the sky.  It’s rays gleam and shimmer down upon you.  I view your chakras.  There is the feeling of a shift, an agitation, being bounced from one reality to another.  A wavering reflection that suddenly crystalises.  Your crown chakra is open, a shaft of light descends into this quiet, vast expanse.  At your brow chakra or third eye, I feel fluttering, becoming accustomed to new images, new insights.  At your throat chakra, an expelling of something.  Words, perhaps symbolically pushing aside a blockage, a conscious decision to come into your true sense of self.  At your heart chakra, a small opening, afraid to widen for fear a gushing will ensue, taking you along in the flood.  There is a lot of stored love here.  At your solar plexus, a light that shines and becomes stronger, brighter with each day.  A willingness to extend yourself to your full potential.  At your sacral chakra, I hear a pinging sound as if I’ve dropped something into a deep well.  Isolation.  A deep isolation within yourself.  At your base chakra, I see you aligned with the Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear as the North American Indian, baskets before you.  The Ascended Master Jesus Sananda is with you, helping to express your inner love so that it may be shared with all.  Archangel Jophiel’s light radiates around you, helping you clear your mental perceptions so you may absorb new information.  He will help you creatively, in order to uplift your self-esteem, feelings of self worth.

I ask to see a timeline.  Weaving beads.  Your hair falls down your back in braids.  You are part of the culture, the movement of tribes, sourcing food, creating shelter.  Your life has been a ceaseless flow, enduring hardship, difficulties, not only with European settlers but also other North American Indian tribes.  With each passing season you move as the geese, seeking food and peaceful shelter.  At the present time, I see you in deep thought.  Your present concepts having shifted and changed.  As you moved in your past life, so you are moving now.  Adapting, changing in order to deal with that which is before you.  In the future, I see a serene face.  All is quiet.  A deep sense of satisfaction that you are where you need to be.

End of Reading



The Apprentice

I am told this is ancient Siam, but am inundated with feelings of Burma.  I see an apprentice to a sculptor watching many dancers move their heads from side to side, their arms, hands and fingers making slow deliberate movements.  This apprentice is watching the movements and carefully studying them.  What stays and remains in his memory will be carved into stone.  A remarkable gift, almost like photography, able to envision one clear precise dance movement and etch it into stone.

The young apprentice rarely leaves the studio where his master works.  Only now is he being entrusted to watch, remember, and visually recreate at a later time.  He is learning his craft.

The dancers entice with their eyes, their curling hands, it’s difficult to stay focused, his eyes follow the girls’ movements.  Only with great determination does he not become entranced, allowing his thoughts to wander from his craft.

A fine dust filled studio.  There are many young men carving figures here.  A colossal number of carved figures will be needed, the men work creating one beautiful piece after another.  A devotion to their trade.  A fine eye for detail, the ability to distill a moment in time and recreate this in polished stone is extraordinary.  Your master uses your talents, your visual acuity to stylize the carvings.  They will be placed on a stone temple, a gift to the gods.

Pounding chisels, a constant rhythm, forming, hammering and shaping sandstone.  Arguments break out regarding a stone quarry.

Chanting monks.  Robed.  They are bald headed.  Solemn, moving forward through the temple, chanting.  A long procession.  A temple being reconstructed, damaged through warfare.

There are two simultaneous paths advancing through this temple, one of prayer and asceticism and the other waging warfare, yet the two are inextricably linked.  Intense ritual moves throughout the temple.  Two opposing streams, one seeking peace and enlightenment, the other destruction and power.  Both lines of energy move through this temple, one causing it’s physical destruction and another it’s magical rebirth.  Both are here at this point in time.

Both sides beseech the craftsmen, both demand quick reconstruction.  One wants to grasp the power held within the temple and use it for promoting bloodshed, the other seeks to promote issues of faith and adherence thereof.  You, the craftsman sit at the crutch of these two seemingly opposing sides with mounting pressure to finish a job given to you.

I see a square of fabric wrapped around your legs.  You are barefoot.  Though chosen in your craft to create important depictions, you remain grounded and not full of ego.  A quantity of energy I move between my hands.  There is a bouncy quality to the energy.  Brilliant light escapes as I hand this to you.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, a vivid vast field of light, sparkles shine intermittently.  Your 3d eye is spinning, moving.  I feel much work has been put in and now you are reaping the effects of that work.  Your throat chakra spins, giving off a visible light.  A slight closure is felt, a type of protective mechanism, protecting yourself from others.  At your heart chakra, I feel a wide opening, a love, energy pouring and streaming out.  A need is felt that you ought to staunch this open flow of energy.  Your solar plexus is also shining brightly, a knowing of having this life, claiming your personal power and utilising this for good.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a relationship brewing.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear with the fabric around your waist, the tools of your trade in your hands.  A stone panel carved in bas relief is behind you.  A smile on your face knowing you have contributed much to a temple in construction.  Angels encircle you.  The presence of AA Michael surrounds you, radiating love and strength.  Ascended Master Jesus Sananda is with you at this point in time, strengthening your inner devotion and in so doing, awakening those around you.

I ask to see a timeline.  You are hewing the stone, carving meticulous and defined facial features.  One beautiful piece after another.  A chisel within your hands, a gift to reproduce as art, adding beauty and your own creativity to one piece after another.  An earnest desire to do the best you possibly can.  At the present time, I see issues about control and being confronted with things that were previously not considered.  Maintaining a relationship and having emotional stability.  In the future, I see a white band tied around your forehead.  Your face is solemn and bowed.

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The Bitter Rivalry

I see you crouching down, knees bent, your body close to the ground.  I hear monkeys screeching in the canopy of lofty trees that rise above me.  Many, many tall trees are here in this rich rainforest.  A cadence of language I do not understand.  The Philippines.  I cannot sense a time period.

This is a story of a bitter rivalry between two sisters.  A sisterly rivalry that begins as healthy competition and escalates into disloyalty and betrayal.  Each trying to outmanoeuvre and out-position the other.  A rivalry that lasts a lifetime and plays out in every facet of their lives, whether wrangling for status within the village or finding a mate.

Two personal battles waged against one other, both desiring the same things and both seeking triumph over the other.  What is most coveted by each woman is support of the villagers, implying one is superior in all aspects.  Neither woman attempts to unify and strengthen love within their close family, instead a complete and utterly fanatical focus is on annihilating and controlling the other.

At the very centre of their conflict, a man is being fought over by these two women.  Unrelenting, obstinate and contrary, neither woman is willing to cede to the other.  The man that both desire is keenly aware of the intense rivalry between the sisters, but an inner pride exists, knowing he is being fought over.  It’s immaterial to him who the eventual winner here is, being more predisposed to thinking about himself.  Gratification, conceit and flattery bloom.  He watches, stands idly to the side, doing nothing to appease and console, but rather fans the fire at times, taking immense pleasure in watching the outcome between the girls.  His inflated male ego stoked, he puffs in glory.

The women heap abuse on one another.  Satisfaction eludes both women though, for as soon as one of them marries, achieving the pinnacle of what they both desired, a realisation becomes apparent.  What each really wanted was control and dominance over the other.  The battle, won and lost, continues to consume them both.  This is your life long battle.

The darkest night, I hear creatures, insects in the forest.  An alternate world that most are unaware of.  I humbly ask for beautiful green healing light to penetrate here, covering all that needs it.  I see you in the shower of green light, free, able to finally let go and release, a huge burden has been removed.  Lightness of energy quickly appears within you.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is a wide, open area, glittering with stars.  Your 3rd eye is revolving but very, very slowly, a reluctance is felt here.  Your throat chakra is wide open, spinning brightly, a sense of knowing and accepting who you are, you do not allow others to box you in.  At your heart chakra, I feel a wide sense of love here, love for those around you.  Your solar plexus also shines brightly, again a knowing that this life is but illusion, an acceptance of knowing there are lessons to be learned and cherishing each one that comes along.  You appreciate life and in so doing, exude an enjoyment in living within the present moment.  Your sacral chakra spins.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

i ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear, dressed very neatly in traditional clothing.  Angels settle quickly around you.  AA Gabriel is with you sending out love and acceptance.  The Ascended Master Jesus Sananda walks with you, helping you to express love, and in so doing, raising the consciousness of those around you.  His presence and love is with you always.

I ask to see a timeline.  You have won the sisterly rivalry, winning the man of your desires, but in doing so have exposed the lower depths of your soul to others.  Attached to you are words of deception and treachery.  You are seen as the cause of family strife and not reconciliation.  In the present time, I see you among friends.  Very cheerful and happy.  You are a source that brings people together, uniting instead of separating.  In the future, I see you wearing white clothes, these are not clothes of today, the material is odd.  You are with a group working together in assisting others.

End of Reading

A Prison Cell

Glowing orbs appeared before I started your reading.

The sound of a huge gong. Feudal Japan.  Kimonos, wooden sandals, socks, hair tightly done up, not a single strand hangs loose.

I see someone kneeling carefully and slowly, head bowed the whole time.  Tea things are arranged carefully on the floor.  A woman slowly gets up, head still bowed, and shuffles backwards in tiny steps out of the room.  A partition slides quietly closed.

This woman returns to a kitchen.  This is a big household with many servants.  You are one of them.  Having been sold into servitude, you no longer toil in the fields with your parents, your future now looks very different.

With blind obedience you comply to your work.  A quiet diligence surrounds you, an endeavour to honour your parents and ancestors.  Though poor peasants, they still retain dignity with their station in life.  Having a family and children will not be allowed of you, instead isolation, work, and abstinence.  Much like a nun’s life, yours will be determined by daily routines.  Loneliness engulfs you.

You have unwillingly relinquished control over your life to someone else.  You have unwittingly entered a prison cell disguised as a beautiful house.  You are provided for materially but lack every trace of warmth and comfort.  A hurt that is so immense emerges, love purposely withdrawn.  This life pierces and drains you.  I see an etheric iron chain tied to your ankle.  This must be destroyed and broken, for you are free, always have been, and this life lived so long go is just an illusion.

With the greatest force of a sledgehammer, we break you free.  With one swift movement, the hammer bears down with great force, sending sparks out.  The links are forced open and you are free to step away.

With an ecstatic face, freedom registers in your every movement and expression.  You rush into a cascade of brilliant stars.  The stars wash every last vestige of these links off of you.  I observe your chakras.  Your crown chakra is heavenly, beautiful, open and wide.  Your 3rd eye, having been closed for some time, will open slowly, allowing you new scenes and new hope.  Your throat chakra is tight.  A feeling, almost like a sore throat here, that you have given away too much of yourself.  You must take back your own rights, for no one may control you.  At your heart chakra I feel weeping.  A cry out for humanity.  So much love here, but every hurt is felt acutely.  Please protect yourself here!  It’s fragile.  Your solar plexus is blindingly bright, spinning.  Despite the deeply felt sorrows, you enjoy life, enjoy being here.  Your sacral chakra is spinning soundly.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear, quiet, modest, in a kimono and sandals.  AA Jophiel is with you at this moment in time, assisting in wisdom, discernment, and creativity.  Ascended Master Jesus Sananda is here as well, extending unconditional love to all.  He helps you to express love, so that it may be freely shared with all.  Angels gather around you.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your service, your servitude as a servant is shown to me again.  Without love or any kind of human warmth, your spirit does not wither, you steadfastly do not give up.  Your spirit will triumph over this.  At the present time, I see talking and intermittent reading, intent on guiding.  In the future I see a strange jumpsuit, a helmet on.

The List of Requirements

I see a group of women laughing, they are wearing long skirts with flouncy hems.  They’ve quickly run past me in a group.  I must follow them, for there is nothing more to see here.

I watch a long skirt slowly sweep the sand on a beach.  The sand moves and forms a continuous pattern, an unbroken line that continues with each step forward.  Straight, unswerving and aligned.  1900, turn of the century, a beach somewhere on the East Coast of North America.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you do not see your surroundings, a bubbling surf pushing foam onto the sand and a gentle breeze softening everything around you.

Thoughts stream forth in your mind, much like the patterned sand after your dress has smoothed it.  I feel someone who is straight forward, level headed, and rational.  You muse over thoughts of an engagement and eventual marriage.  Security and companionship are high on your requirement list.  These are indispensable to you.

Sequentially thinking things through, almost impersonal and unsentimental, focused only on your necessary requirements.

The man who has proposed to you is now having misgivings.  He believes he has chosen the wrong woman to become engaged to.  Frantic and nervous, he plots ways to end the engagement.  He is not farsighted like you, quite the contrary, a short term planner, given to expressing every random, capricious emotion.  He knows he has made the wrong choice and he desperately wants a way out.

You are devastated when given the news.  You find it difficult to understand someone of his nature, so fickle and impulsive.   You berate yourself for having been so blind, for not seeing this earlier.  You are a rational thinker.  This match would have caused you much grief later on, but the humility that you must now bear is intolerable.

This sorrow will lay buried deep in your heart for some time.  Buried so deep, no one can touch it.  Neither vindictive rage nor a need to seek revenge vents within you, rather you slip into restraint and composure around people.  Detachment.  I hear these lyrics from “Heavy Cross” by Gossip,

“It’s a cruel, cruel world to face on your own
A heavy cross to carry along
The lights are on but everyone’s gone
And it’s cruel”

I receive loving light from the stars above me and this I send to you.  This slight, this hurt, this rebuff, that you have suffered and experienced is mollified by this light.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra releases a brilliant light, it’s expansive with twinkling sparks.  I see your 3rd eye chakra revolving, but it seems to keep stopping as if you continually pause it.  A need to think about and analyse what you are feeling or seeing.  At your throat chakra, I feel an outside pressure.  This is not from you, but from those around you.  Expectations and meeting expectations.  From your heart chakra, a light escapes, this is a brilliant, shining light, which eagerly wants to expand.  A love for humanity.  Your solar plexus is spinning and shining.  I sense a slight waver of disappointment not being where you would like to be in life.  A need to find meaning in order to truly express yourself and your life purpose.  At your sacral chakra I see a spinning light, a blur of emotions here.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  I see you more fully now, smiling, hair piled high atop your head.  Your long sleeved blouse buttoned to your throat and many more buttons line the blouse cuff.  A long skirt sweeps the ground.  AA Michael appears, love and gentleness emanating here.  Ascended Master Jesus Sananda surrounds you with loving, divine light, helping balance the spiritual with the physical well-being in all natural healing.  Ascended Master St. Germain enters at this moment, helping to transmute disharmony.

I ask to see a timeline.  You appear again in the long skirt. Your mind is made up to get through the disappointment of your broken engagement.  You do not allow your emotions to interfere here, but appear stoic to those around you.  At the present time, you are with someone, but feelings of emotional detachment make themselves present.  In the future I see luminous lights, glowing and illuminating your face.

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“Shine Bright Like a Diamond”

I am drawing down white crystalline light.  You accept it through your fingertips and as the energy moves inside you, it glows, giving off an effervescence.  Angels are present with us now.  The energy courses through you and enters into the ground, it is sent to Inner Earth.  The energy returns through you, exiting your crown chakra, and is sent into the universe like a diamond.  I hear these lyrics from Rihanna, “Diamond”:

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shining bright like a diamond
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

We both watch this beautiful moment.  I hear the quietest of voices beginning to tell me a story about a far away planet, another galaxy, warfare.  Destruction and pods of souls exiting this planet as refugees.  I’m unfamiliar with this planet, but carefully listen to the story.  I hear the name Aldebaran.  An exodus of the planet occurred, there is no one that can return home, for everything was ultimately destroyed.

A mixture of very dulled emotions felt here, sorrow, anger, and hope.  It’s only the slightest feelings I get here.  Almost unemotional.  These feelings have long been processed and worked through that they now are looked at with detachment.  Though unemotional, the feelings are still perceptible and are still present among these people.

You have incarnated on Earth to bring your divine gifts and show others unconditional love.  You are one of many, helping to raise the consciousness and light here on Earth.

I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, immense, expansive.  A direct connection or conduit here.  Your 3rd eye is open, spinning.  You’ve forgotten your gifts!  These gifts are slowly opening up for you, slowly.  Each presented in turn when you are ready.  Your throat chakra I see as being tightly closed up, and then as a time lapse, slowly opening.  Your true, divine nature slowly being “released”.  At your heart chakra, I see bright, vivid light, shining so brightly.  A heartfelt love for Gaia and humanity.  A joyful love expressed in doing your job here.  Your solar plexus is spinning, albeit, waning slightly.  Slight confusion over how to best enjoy life and physicality.  Your sacral chakra is spinning, open.  I see your base chakra as if you are slightly “lifting” off the ground.  You are ready to “move”.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  I see the family of souls hovering close around you.  Protecting you.  They care for you dearly.  These star beings are around you now.  The angels are still present that were here at the beginning of the reading.  Ascended Master Jesus is with you, helping to awaken and strengthen devotion within the hearts of humanity.  He assists with any natural healing practices.  AA Raphael is with you, beautiful green healing light emanates here.  “You are so loved!”

I ask to see a timeline.  In quick sequence I see the destruction of the planet and the many craft that take away those who have survived.  This is your legacy that you wish to never see repeated.

At the present time, I see you continuing with what you’ve started.  Strengthening your knowledge as you gain more experience.  “Please continue your work here.”

In the future, I see silver tracks before you.  Two of them.  It’s outside, you look at them and then look up.

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The Everyday Drama

A family drama.  Though this is no ordinary family here.  You are separated from your husband by miles of farmland.  Kentucky.  Around 1800.  You are working in the big house, cooking.  The family that owns you, values you so much that they are unwilling to part with you.  They do not want to consider trading for or buying your husband.  They do not want to share you!  They value you so.

Your happiness is not considered here, rather only their own.  It’s difficult to understand their point of view.  You are a house slave, you have never worked outside doing major physical work.  Your position in the household is revered and you know others respect you for this.  Pride shows here.  You cannot in any way compare yourself to others.

Clattering crockery.  Po’ cakes, greens, chicken.  You lose yourself in the cooking, the dramas inside the house, your own drama begins to unfold here.  Your concentration rests solely on the problems you SEE, you do not even consider more weightier problems, such as your involuntary servitude.  You do not see this.  It’s accepted matter-of-factly by you.

The days play out like a soap opera for you.  You also play a part here, an actress, not giving much thought to any conclusion or ending.  You live for the everyday drama, come what may.  You do not want this to end.

The man, you have given yourself to, is not interested in the daily dramas, the problems at the house or the scurrilous gossip.  He would most prefer an end to the drama.  To be with “his woman”.  Yet it is not within his hands to change anything.  You have “let go”, but he cannot.  You have an attitude of allowing God Almighty do what need be done.  “Letting go and let God,” will serve you well during this life, but not your husband.

I see a very black night, the moon is missing and not a star can be seen.  Several man have decided to attempt to run away, escape for freedom.  They do not want and cannot endure servitude.  They want to be free.

I hear the lyrics to “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”:

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home;
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comin’ for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan,
And WHAT did I see,
Comin’ for to carry me home,
A band of angels comin’ after me,
Comin’ for to carry me home.

I turn to you.  Anxious feelings arise.  You are crying, your husband is among the escapees, but you “Let go and let God”.  I send you a light sparkling mist for there is no need to think about the outcome of this drama.  The mist moves around you.  I view your chakras.  Your head chakra is expansive and wide.  A beautiful light emanates from it.  Your 3rd eye is revolving, slowly, as if you are only just beginning to realise and understand the infinite potential within you.  Your throat chakra feels slightly closed.  Problems with self-expression and blocked creativity hinder you.  Your heart chakra is shining brightly.  A beautiful, but “fragile” light radiates from here.  Feelings are present of fear, hurt, and wanting to protect yourself.  Your solar plexus is wide open.  Enjoying life, yet unable to completely put yourself “out there”.  Please, “Let go, and let God.”  Manifestation will be assisted in this way for you.  Your sacral chakra is moving.  I see a relationship forming.  Your base chakra is “floating”, you do not want to “let go.”

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear with a scarf wrapped around your hair, tied at the top.  You shift your weight from one hip to another as you hum a soulful tune. You are happy here.  Angels abound.  I see AA Gabriel with you now.  Ascended Master Jesus Sananda is with you as well.  His presence and Divine Love is with you always.  He helps in the stimulation of your inner need to express Love, so this may be shared freely with all.  Also assisting those interested in natural healing.

I ask to see a timeline.  I see you chatting, talking with the other “house slaves”.  Discussing whatever “drama” has appeared today.  Voicing your own opinion on things.  You are well-loved here and appreciated.

I see you at the present time in a dilemma about problems that have surfaced for you.  You are reminded, “Let go and let God.”

In the future I see toys.  I’m unsure of the connection here, but I see “building blocks”.

End of Reading