The face of a young girl peers before me. A long face with brown skin, dark eyes and hair. She motions with her eyes that silence must prevail. I watch as she clasps her hands together in a prayer position, moving them upward and circling around. I follow her movements and feel we are falling into deep space.
Nothingness surrounds us, only stillness ensues.
The records of Atlantis. Deep in space and time. A chant, a dance, words are mouthed to me but I hear nothing. A calamity. I turn and see you turning a symbolic hourglass over. Sand slowly tumbles to the side indicating a shift in time, setting things right, starting over. Light footsteps echo upon a beautiful smooth floor, a young woman wearing a long gown emerges. Your story is difficult to communicate, my throat feels closed up, your voice is silent yet you continue to move, expressing yourself by purely visual means.
Rocks, trauma, pain. You are empathic, the catalysation of history, of a few defining moments, reverberate within you, finding no voice. Stoic, you keep silent. You insist on remaining quiet.
I feel my heart surge with fear and terror, a tidal wave of cataclysmic ruin. I ask what you are doing here. Chanting is your response. A temple guardian, a string of words endlessly repeated. You are in a large hall with others. I see your mouths moving but hear no words escaping. Your movements accompany your chants, orderly and rhythmic. A sudden harmonic high pitched sound is heard as each of you hold and sustain your notes. Galaxy guardians inciting strength and courage in tumultuous times. Sounds that normally transport and elevate seize abruptly and suddenly. A sense of utter loss, regret and hopelessness runs deep. I step away from this scene of chanting women, the residual feelings are overwhelming.
I ask to view your chakras. A purplish blue enfolds from your crown chakra, bright and vivid with pinpricks of light shining brightly. Your third eye revolves yet you have placed a block here. At your throat chakra, I feel tight constriction, an inability to express that which runs deep within you due to an internal conflict of fear and truth. You stand unable to reveal yourself completely. At your heart chakra, deep billowing love and compassion for humanity is at your inner core. This love shines brightly and is visibly felt in your aura and beyond. The constriction at your throat chakra affects your solar plexus, beautiful light emanates, yet you do not step into that which is your true self. Your sacral chakra spins, feelings of relenting, allowing others to dominate, a sense of allowing your creativity to be bypassed is felt here. At your base chakra, I see you spinning, moving and adjusting, yet remaining grounded with both feet planted firmly on the ground. Remaining grounded is important to you.
I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me. You appear first, in a white gown with gold trim above your waist. Olive skin, dark hair and eyes. Your eyes are warm reflective pools of feelings and emotions. Peace and quiet rein here, an unwillingness to awaken that which is unwanted and uncalled for. Poise, grace and humility surround you. The sheen of white fabric you wear is unusual, sheer yet sparkling and shining. A need for calm. A light angel comes in on your right, a beautiful peach, pink colour surrounds it. I hear the name Elizabeth the Mighty. Soothing quiet, a calm orderliness ensues and is felt around you. A father, a short man enters, smiling, talking, he appears old, having had a long working life. The beautiful light of Mother Mary suffuses the scene, her presence enlightens your intuitive wisdom and grace, providing comfort and understanding. Archangel Raphael’s beautiful green light is seen around you, as attuned to nature’s Elementals and the Devic Kingdom, helping to develop your divine vision and bring personal growth and harmony in balance as well as helping to release any pent up processes.
I ask to see a timeline. A procession moves within a temple. All are wearing white gowns. A rhythmic chanting in cadences. I am told this chant, this prayer, is usual to uplift and elevate but at this time is used to ward off tumult and chaos. Lips move, words are quickly recited, yet no intervention is seen. Hearing beats and chants alludes to the continuance of life. The absence of sound vibrations is, in essence, the end of physical life, thus the allusion to silence signals an end. Your silent chants will no longer be heard. The distant echoes subside faintly within the Universe. Life is sound. At the present time I see smiles, hear laughter and idle chatter. Pleasantries exchanged, delight in what everyday brings, come what may. In the future, I cast the net of my vision outward to see you at a dizzying height, staring down at mounds of earth. A smile lights your face.
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