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An Unacceptable Match

Loud words are heard; a vivid argument has broken out.  A young man, whose future has been precisely mapped out, argues with his mother.  His will against hers, a struggle that he will eventually lose.  Societal precepts, fervent religious dogma and expectations of one’s class dictate and form life around you, allowing for little deviation.  All follow strict guidelines and rules laid out before them by state and church authorities.  15th century, Toledo, Spain.

You work with your merchant father learning trade and commerce.  Business dealings bring you into contact with other parts of the city, other people and other religions.  The sight of a young Jewish woman captivates your eyes and you know in your heart that she is your destiny.  Anticipating objection, the vehement, vociferous disapproval for the unsuitable and inappropriate match was not completely unexpected.  A clash ensues between a stern Catholic upbringing and deep Jewish heritage.  You are willing to move beyond the constricting viewpoint of the church in order to be with this woman.  Numerous arguments and protests arise from your mother.  It would be an unacceptable match in her eyes, unforgivable to step beyond the strict boundaries held in place by society and church.

Heightened religious convictions stir the hearts of many.  Hostile feelings and prejudices prevail here creating contempt and hatred among all.  Yet you impart in a fleeting glance, a subdued emotion of fawning adoration for a woman placed beyond your grasp.  This initial emotion, having no recourse for release, gradually develops into the same festering anger that is felt around you.  An intense amount of torment and despair is suppressed within you.  You can do nothing but observe as events and people conspire against you and your happiness.

Events move swiftly, causing pain and emotional turmoil for those involved.  You watch as she, along with her family and many others, are expelled and forced to quickly flee to other lands.  You, however, remain steadfast in your convictions causing a further rift to develop within your own family.  You focus on yourself, refusing to relent to maternal pressure.

You allow light to flood into you as I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra opens into a vast depth of space, points of sparkling light shine here.  You are connected to Source.  I feel a heavy swinging motion at your third eye chakra; infectious laughter erupts as things reveal themselves not to be what they seem.  A gurgling noise at your throat chakra, a bubbling up of mixed suppressed thoughts and emotions.  It feels as if a fire has been lit at your solar plexus, an immense, volatile energy is present, a feeling of being, of change in the world.  As your sacral chakra spins, smooth undulating energy appears.  At your base chakra you are stable and grounded with Earth energy.

I ask your guides to please present themselves for me.  You appear first, your hair wild and long, this is your own way of expressing rebuke and censure for those controlling your outer world.  The yellow energy of Master Lord Lanto shines around you.  He offers assistance to all who feel drawn to greater learning and to the awakening youth of Earth, his knowledge and wisdom is freely shared and pervades various educational systems.  The brilliant light of Archangel Jophiel of the Yellow Ray permeates the scene, bringing happiness and joy into life.  The Archangel of Wisdom, Jophiel can help recover soul fragments that may have been detached through illness or depression.  His wisdom assists in having clear mental perception and inspiration.

I ask to see a timeline.  A young man, clean-shaven, wearing a dark coat and long hose, learns the trade of his father, a merchant craftsman.  His mother, a woman predisposed to arranging her son’s future, asserts her own will upon him.  Having relinquished his heart to a Jewish woman, he has made an intolerable match, both socially and religiously.  Discontent fuels arguments with your mother as you contemptuously dismiss her words.  The unyielding bonds of society, culture and religion cannot, at this time, be broken.  Just as a bird sits nursing a broken wing, you tend to your emotional pain.  All hopes and ambitions for the future have been crushed; you cannot take flight and escape that which binds you even tighter.  The heavy arm of the church and society foster an atmosphere of extreme enmity.  Your stance and counteraction to societal views cause inordinate grief within your family.  At the present time I see you viewing, amassing information through an indirect means.  This knowledge allows you to see unique perspectives through an undefined lens.  In the future, I see a solid white room, symmetric with few details.  All is arranged accordingly as light pours within.

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Framed Within a Mirror

A dog is here, curled up asleep,  golden caramel colour.

I hear lively music, dancing, clicking heels.  Fabulous colours.  I’m being drawn into a whirlwind going round and round, dizzying but exhilarating.  The feelings of happiness are overwhelming.  Mexico, 19th century.

A girl’s face is framed within a mirror.  A young teenager, she gazes steadily at herself as she places flowers in her hair, red flowers.  She is busying herself for a dance, looking to every detail, smoothing her wide dress with her hands.  Picking up a fan, she walks the room, practising with it, opening, closing, fluttering her eyes.  Her dress swings with her as she moves this way and that, exaggerating her every step.  Lost in reverie, she is absorbed in herself and her movements.  Voices call her.

It is dusk, there are light strung up.  Many people are here enjoying themselves.  An immense party.  You are with a group of girls, laughing together, yet each looking with pointed eyes at perspective suitors.  Several gazes are directed at one young gentleman.  Tall, slender, dark haired, he laughs, thinking lightly of the girls’ interest in him.  This young man will break many hearts here, his callousness is seen by the women as masculine strength.

I hear invisible voices warning the girls, but the voices go unheeded.  Each girl, so wrapped up in themselves, they do not hear or sense the entreaties.

You and one of your friends are rivals for this man’s interest.  A difficult life will follow for one of you, having pursued this young man.  His indifference, unsympathetic attitude, and shallow capacity for love will create imbalance in the relationship.  The party continues, a joyous festivity in which all participate.

The softest angelic whisperings are sent.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra, open, spacious, tiny filaments of light are seen.  Your brow chakra or third eye, is moving slowly.  Perceptions are slowly shown to me, as photographs, one after another.  You can perceive and know at a higher level but you prevent yourself from this.  At your throat chakra, I see you mouthing words but others around you fail to listen.  Frustration in communication and allowing yourself to be heard and have a voice.  At your heart chakra, a vivid light here, deep feelings of compassion for others yet love is held back, held fast onto.  At your solar plexus, visible light is seen here, vibrant and focused.  You know what you want to do and achieve.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a closing motion, you do not want to feel pain.  You are grounded and level with Earth at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear with your wide flowing dress, the red flowers in your hair.  The festive mood is still prevalent here, feelings of joy and happiness are felt.  Ascended Master Jesus is with you, helping to open yourself in order to express love that you may share it freely with all.  The Ascended Master Lord Lanto is also around you, sharing knowledge that you may teach and guide others to develop spiritual understanding.  Archangel Raphael’s beautiful luminous light is near you, helping you develop your intuition and personal growth.

I ask to see a timeline.  The party is coming to an end, many people have left already.  Dawn will soon arrive, red and orange reflecting onto the hard ground.  To savour these last moments a bit longer, to stretch out the night endlessly, just to continue in this happiness at this moment.  Elation and satisfaction reflect in your face.  At the present time, I see a furrowed brow contemplating problems.  With no solution in sight, frustration sets  in.  In the future, I see two hands together and feel a sense of acceptance in your current circumstances.  All is well.  All is as it should be.

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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.

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Defend the Royals

A man crouches down low in the grass, a helmet upon his head.  This is an odd looking, peaked, metal helmet that is not modern.  There is no visor on this helmet.  A clearing, somewhere in Europe, the Middle Ages, around the 15th century.  You are what today would be considered German.

You have your ear close to the ground.  I see you are wearing floppy leather shoes, soft and pliable.  I believe you are listening for horses, for a vibration on the ground, a low rumble informing you of incoming men, more horses, more soldiers.  “Defend the royals.”  I hear the lyrics from Lorde, “Royals”:

And we’ll never be royals (royals).
It don’t run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain’t for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

You are in service to someone else, a mercenary soldier.  Told what to do, where to go, and when to do it.  You are listening for an approach of horses in order to report back to camp.  This is vital information needed in order to secure, protect, and defend.

Only a cursory view have you ever been given of these royals.  Though appearing as ordinary people in fine clothes, you believe in your heart that they are above you, superior in intellect, station, and wielding unlimited power over others.  You do not question or waver in your beliefs.  You know this in your heart, and in so doing, you risk your life for someone else thinking they are better than you.

Ambushes, attacks, defensive fortifications.  Tactical fighting with weapons, knowing you have a job to serve.  Defend at all costs.  One of many soldiers, recruited, paid, doing a job that fills you with satisfaction.

I lean my ear close to the ground following a motion of silence from you.  Adept at scouting and listening, swift on your feet, your messages are quickly relayed back to camp.  A forerunner of tactical planning and strategic maneuvering, you are not fighting for noble ideals of courage, honour, valour, or bravery.

My hands are on the soft brown earth, I lightly brush the soil.  A boom echoes out.  Distant cannon fire.  I watch as energetic gold dust drifts down upon you like snow.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, expansive, a twilight of colours seen here, sparkling.  At your 3rd eye, I see a fluttery movement, a fear that you will miss something important.  You are quite capable of receiving pertinent information, but must not concentrate on the fear, for in so doing, you miss that which is around you.  Your throat chakra is slightly closed off.  A feeling of being pushed into a tight box, a box that you do not fit into nor is it agreeable to you.  At your heart chakra, I feel a pumping away feeling.  Love is definitely here, but not truly revealed.  Your solar plexus is shining brightly, spinning, a serious outlook on the enjoyment of life.  Try to lighten up!  Your sacral chakra is spinning, bright, but I feel a slight disturbance here.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear wearing the strange metal helmet.  A symbol of your position within the military unit, your devotion to service, a willingness to fight.  You take all this quite seriously, defending.  AA Michael is here, his valiant sword near him, his loving light surrounds you.  The Ascended Master Lord Lanto is with you at this point in time, offering assistance to those drawn to greater learning, especially through a spiritual Source.   A pack of dogs suddenly collapse at your feet, hunting dogs.  Panting, exhausted and overwrought, circling, and only wanting rest.

I ask to see a timeline.  I’m taken back again to the clearing, listening for horses coming in the distance.  You will run back to camp with an approximate time estimate.  Men hurriedly rush to be in defensive positions.  Alert and waiting.  You are part of the forerunners of stratagem and military planning.  At the present time, I see numerous things before you, and indecision as to what to undertake first.  Remain clear, rational, and start somewhere.  The importance is that you must begin.  In the future, i see a grassy area, this time you are not looking to the ground, listening, rather looking upwards, observing.

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The Alpinist

A mountaineer, climbing carefully and slowly ascending, fully aware of his surroundings.  A 19th century Alpinist.  He is not wearing modern gear, but rather old-fashioned clothing, a brown wool coat and nondescript grey trousers.  There are boots on his feet which are tightly done up and metal cleats attached with wide bands.    A type of leg warmer sits around the tops of his boots and calves.  A floppy hat on his head.  I would like to say this is the Alps.  He turns towards me and I see that he has a shaggy beard.  He grins, turns back around and continues up an easy incline.

I’m being shown this scene as a reminder of the extreme courage, great determination, physical challenge, and exceptional mental acuity needed for this sport.   A need to go within oneself in order to have the intense focus, the blind courage, ambition and desire to achieve, to put yourself out there in ultimate peril.  I hear the cleats on ice.  I see a wooden-handled ice axe and rope, coils and coils of rope.

A burning, fervent need to conquer this mountain, reach the summit.  A passionate desire that is not easily understood, yet we can all step back and admire the athletic and mental challenges a mountaineer faces.

I see a small “Hütte”.  You’ve reached a particular elevation, but are not yet finished.  You will prepare a hot meal of soup here, have a good night’s rest and continue the following morning.  You are challenging your own inner limitations, rock climbing, ice climbing.  You seek to stretch your physical limits with mental challenges.  This is your “hobby”.

As I view you from above, your struggles are apparent to me.  I stretch out my hands to you, having taken “icy” crystals from the summit and hand them to you.  Good-humoured, one hand on a pick axe, you take the crystals with the other hand and deposit them in your pockets.  I view your chakras, the crystals lining your pockets.

Your crown chakra is luminous and wide open.  Shafts of light can be seen entering here.  Your 3rd eye is open, revolving, but not being fully utilised at this point in time  Your throat chakra, spinning, giving off a “humming” sound.  I see someone who likes to talk, converse for hours on end.  Always talking, yet a most earnest listener as well.  Able to give insight, opinions, and advice to your friends.  Someone who can see a larger picture and convey this to others.  Your heart chakra is spinning wildly.  Warm, immense, a love for people, humanity.  A want and need to helps others.  Please do not slip into others emotional needs and problems in trying to help them, rather try to disconnect so you do not take on their problems.  Moving down to your solar plexus, you want to enjoy life, but limitations are at hand.  Shining brightly, rotating, there is a wane in the shine at points.  Your sacral chakra is moving and you are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask to see your guides:

You present yourself first, standing with one foot placed on a bench and knee bent.  You are still wearing the clothes you were wearing during the mountain climb.  Lying around you is an assortment of old-fashioned instruments and tools, everything you would have in your “kit” for a climb.  You radiate pride in your accomplishments, pride in your tenacity, and pride in your own tactical awareness.  A seasoned athlete in his milieu.  A vibrant blue engulfs you.  AA Michael surrounds you with brilliant love, a guide in your trek forward in life.  Ascended Master Lord Lanto is with you at this particular time, as you gain wisdom and knowledge.  A row of angels come in and are before you.  An old man shows up on the right, from your mother’s side of the family.  This man sends loving, light greetings.  A dog shows up, a beagle.

I ask to see a timeline:

The bundled up figure appears again, ever climbing, moving forward, challenging himself.  A connection with the precipices, mountains, stones.  You become recharged standing on these rocks, stones that took millennia to form.  A mountainscape that draws you in and fascinates you.  A calling to put your hands on the rocks, a transference of energy that is not apparent to you.  A love of these mountains, that runs as deep as the veins of iron ore deposited here.  You are reaching to God.  Exhausting yourself physically and challenging yourself mentally.  You are at the limit of awareness of your abilities but continue to seek a higher awareness by climbing higher, reaching further pinnacles in physicality as well as spirituality.  The climbing is a salve for your soul.

At the present time, I see your contemplating a few ideas, nothing concrete, yet playing with ideas and perhaps pursuing these things at a later time in the future.  You realise you are in a “hold” right now.  Needing to finish what you’ve now started before beginning a new project.  “Do not be rash in your decisions, contemplate every idea fully before pursuing something as a foolish folly.  You are surrounded by love and support at all times.  Give heed to guidance you may see or feel.”

In the future I caught a quick glimpse of a strange looking city, a city that has never been seen before.  You are working here.  You possess knowledge and a determination to succeed.  These things keep you here.  Weightless, magnetic vehicles.

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