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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 Clock Ticks On

An owl sits upon a perch.  Wings completely outstretch as it takes flight, scenes unfold behind it.  Eyes are all seeing and all knowing.

You have moved north, there are factories here.  Enormous ones seen from your country eyes.   Machinery clamping down, there is the incessant noise of machines, never stopping, constant and methodical.  19 century.  Britain.

You earn a living here, having come hoping to earn a fortune, but instead are put under clock work employment, every minute is gauged either for or against you.  It’s a constant struggle against the clock.

You are at the prime of your life, hoping to do well.  You truly did not know what awaited you, the noise, the grime, the unrelenting work.  Once started, you realise there is no way to get out.  Your ambition along with your hopes and dreams slowly subside as the clock ticks on.  You willingly step onto a cog that never stops moving.

Days continue on in this employment, featureless, endless.  You are allowed one free day, a day that comes too quickly and leaves too soon.  The air in the factory is thick and heavy.  Many working here will succumb to a lung disease, you among them.

A testament to fortitude, tenacity and resolve.  After many months employment, you are not much better off than when you started.  Indeed, you have learned to persevere under the most trying of circumstances.

Blue and purple filter in around you.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, a white vastness is seen, glimmering in spots.  Your brow chakra or third eye is moving, scenes are being received, your intuition is bright.  At your throat chakra, I feel a bubbling, gurgling, sensing that communication is slightly blocked, self-expression and creativity being stifled.  At your heart chakra, a soft burning glow of light, intensifying and becoming brighter, recognising self-love and love for others.  At your solar plexus, I see spinning, light defelected, empowerment and self-belief reflected out.  At your sacral chakra, I see a slight movement backwards, initiating at your lower back.   I feel this relates to creative balance and remaining balanced.  At your base chakra, you are grounded with Earth.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear looking radiant and happy.  Angels appear on either side of you.  Mother Mary’s soft blue light is around you, aiding with your intuition and helping you to establish yourself in the community.  Archangel Raphael is also around you, helping you with creative visualisation, his energy, calming and relaxing, encourages balance and harmony.

I ask to see a timeline.  A rapid transformation ensues after your initial employment.  You do not give up, nor do you languish in self-pity for the current circumstances in which you find yourself.  Determination to continue, persevere, is an inherent strength within you and this carries you through.  At the current time, I see this determination being accessed again, enabling you to pull yourself through whatever predicament arises.  In the future, I see a road, an endless road ahead, it stretches out wide before you, exit ways appear with approach.  You create these side roads and exits in time.

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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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Made of Silken Threads

Imbolc.  St. Brighid appears, disappearing as quickly as she arrived.

There, right before me, stands a woman dressed in a long gown.  A netting holds her hair together, it’s made of silken threads.  There is something peculiar about this woman’s eyes, they are an unusual but striking colour of green.  One is immediately arrested when she stares at you.   Mixed feelings stir, curiosity and anticipation in what she will say or do.

Britain.  Around 1200.  This woman is of the aristocracy.  Mistress of the house, keeper of the keys.  Her gown is woven and appears unwieldy, heavy, and thick.  It prevents her from making any quick movements.  The dress mirrors the society of the time, keeping a woman confined, unable to move freely, very restrictive.  It’s as if the dress completely dominates and controls her.

The keys rattle by her side, signifying her freedom is in her own possession.  Although, undoubtedly she may feel free and aware, her presence at the house is necessitated by the heavy load of the keys.  She is unaware of her confinement.

A larger view of this society is shown.  Had this woman ultimately and forever left her house without her keys, the patriarchal church men would not accept her free status.  Feelings of constriction and being bound, close my throat in.  A darkness overcomes me as I can only think of an unwilling incarceration.

I view you moving around within the household.  Manoeuvring one could say, using your voice, your charm, making subtle suggestions and thus creating your own power base under you.  You wield a power that is not at first apparent.  You instruct, give admonitions, praise and subtly but finely utilise your abilities in influencing the men around you.  It appears the keeper of the keys does exert power and control in this particular household.  Done covertly and sweetly, you manage and control.

A bright disc of light appears above us.  I view your chakras, the colours and feelings that are merged with them.  Your crown chakra is an open space.  Shimmery specks appear as a constellation, receiving and sending vital information.  Your brow chakra or third eye appears to radiate a heat.  Spinning quickly, causing the chakra to open loosely with every revolution.  You have opened yourself to all sorts of energetic information and perhaps feel this as overload, being unable to wade through the details.  At your throat chakra, I feel a loosening of the tension I felt earlier.  You are at a place in time where your learning, outlook and beliefs can be freely shared with others.  Being unrestricted in this manner allows you to express and be yourself freely.  At your heart chakra, I see holograms of doves escaping.  The significance perhaps of wanting, broadcasting Peace on Earth.  A tireless proclamation that there finally be peace.  At your solar plexus, shining bright light escapes.  There is much stored energy here to push you through trying times.  A survivor at heart.  At your sacral chakra, I see placid movement, in time and keeping with yourself.  Balanced.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear in the garments of a high born, wealthy, medieval woman.  The demeanor on your face reflects this.  Jewels adorn you.  I’m drawn again to the netting around your hair.  Entrapment.  Encasement.  Archangel Gabriel’s presence is felt, shining silver and white, helping you in any form of communication.  Loving and all encompassing.  The Ascended Master El Morya is beside you, helping you to express inner thoughts and feelings, very supportive and offering immense love.

A timeline stretches before me.  I am told, “The past is in the past, there is no need to dwell here.  The lessons learned may be taken with you and hearkend.  Past lives are but a scant reflection of the sum totality of your current aspect.   You now, illuminate the radiance of your being.”  At the present time, I see a downcast look, a soulful expression.  Work ahead of you that you perhaps would not like to focus on.  In the future, I see strangely clad people wearing clothing reminiscent of Ancient Greece, working together in a construction project.

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Finding Respite

A  pliable transparent surface is perceived before us.  A young girl appears.  With beautiful creamy skin and straight long auburn hair pulled tightly together, she looks perceptive and curious.  She reminds me of a fairy.  The transparent surface is flexible, like elastic, and the young girl, with no trepidation and in haste, pulls an opening in the surface wider apart that she may be the first to have a view of the opening scenes.  1600’s Britain.

A woman in a white gown, she is trying to keep her gown clean and spotless but cannot.  Thick mud and dirt on the streets prevent this.  The hem of the dress drags in the dirt as she walks quickly forward.

A washerwoman.  I hear women arguing.  Several are working together sorting the linen.  The soiled clothes.  I hear water being poured, see lye and immense scrubbing.  Daily devotions in the House of the Lord.  The women argue over the workload, each offended and feeling inequitably overburdened.

An extraordinary sight is unexpectedly before us.  A group of angels take the body of one woman upward.  She has died of tuberculosis, consumption, lung disease.

Cotswalds.  The forest.  Spirits and nymphs.  Many a free hour spent in the woods.  Beech trees, oak, willow .  Streams and brooks flow gently through this forested area.  A stark contrast is shown between this quiet revery within the forest and the noise, alarm and dirt in the town.

A sense of endless toil yet never really achieving much.  Small coins travel the wooden floor and one falls between floorboards.  Finding respite from the constant exchange between grubby hands for services rendered.  The coin has found its way out of the tiresome nonsense as you would like to do.  Yet rise in the morning you must, boiling the lye and tending the huge vats of water.  The scriptures and Words of God redeem you and your commiseration.  For you know you are in the Hands of God.

The coin shines brightly in its new found home among the floorboards.  This shine reveals your chakras to me.  Your crown chakra is open horizontally wide.  A woman’s face suddenly appears before me.  Sensuous lips and meaningful eyes.  This face appears but for a split second of time.  This woman accompanies you, provides guidance and comfort from the angelic realm.  There are no words to be used here, communication is through feelings and emotions.  A guiding light for you.  At your brow chakra or third eye, a sense of feeble helplessness.  I am being told that you are complete as you are.  There is no need for despair.  You perhaps do not perceive how strong your intellect and intuition are.  “Remain steadfast, pay attention to your dreams and any sparks of inspiration within you.”   At your throat chakra, I feel tears.  A sense that communication is blocked and you feel perhaps misguided.  “Know that with every turn you take in your journey, we are with you always.  Call on us.  We hear you.”  At your heart chakra, an open, swelling, emotional front.  There is a lot of love here, waiting for the right opportunity to be released.  It’s a glorious sight, multifaceted as well as multicoloured energy.  At your solar plexus, I see issues being deliberated over.  Will you ultimately seize control and push your own intentions into place?  At your sacral chakra, I see a wide expanse shown before me.  Ultimate repository of wisdom and creativity.  At your base chakra, I see you as a balloon floating on a thread, moving with the wind.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  Archangel Raphael’s gleaming emerald light infuses the air.  Ascended Master Djwal Khul’s presence is around you intensifying the emerald green colour.  This colour helps you to balance positive thought and self-expression.  If you are working with herbs, voluntary work or welfare work, he can assist you.  Like nature, his love surrounds you.

I ask to see a timeline.  You are alone, walking among the trees.  The town is reached through the woods.  Smoke from odd fires burns your eyes.  There is no release, pent up feelings of the endless toil before you hardens your heart.  The scriptures are your key, your freedom, your release.  At the present time, I hear the word ‘conflagration.’  A merry meeting with several friends.  Tuned into wise words, the fire is spent.  In the future, an office appears, a meeting is taking place here.  The fire in your heart burns.

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A Viewing Room

I’ve put us into a viewing room, made entirely of glass, that we may have an unhindered view of the scenes that roll out before us.  I feel instinctively that I must do this in order to create a shield.  As soon as I have finished, there is a ricochet of arrows, a swift volley hitting the glass.  We watch in amusement, for we cannot be harmed, yet, they who are out there, beyond the glass, DO want to hurt you.

Medieval times.  Britain, Europe.  The volley of arrows hit the walls and the battlements around us.  I feel a racing heart, fear, anger, and a cold determination to kill as many soldiers as possible.  I watch in amazement as the men launch one arrow after another in rapidity.  Aiming and drawing the bow string so quickly.  Astounding and mesmerizing to follow.  It’s as if a quick round of modern bullets are being shot off.  The skill and agility of these men is incomparable.

I watch as one arrow flies in slow motion, piercing you in the right shoulder.  You scream out in pain.  Taken out in battle, you can no longer participate in the defense.  You seethe with unmitigated anger and are consumed with revenge.  You staunch the blood as best you can, sprawled here on the battlement.  The pain is unbearable, you try to watch the fellow archers around you, arrows flying in both directions, but you succumb to the pain.  You think only of your own deliverance, your imminent death.

You are but chattel here, an expendable soldier.  Your wound will heal, but to your dismay, your “firing” ability will have been compromised.  You will no longer be able to hold your cherished position as a bowman.

Camraderie and fellowship is quite apparent here, you all work together as a unit.  Putting yourself out there for others, you and your fellow archers have been well trained to do this.  It’s mechanical, involuntary, and automatic.  A killing machine.

The surge of battle, the thrill of combat is discernible, and renders you into an automaton.  The glory in the fighting is what you live for.  Loss of life means very little to you, it’s all about glory, and the adrenalin rush when in armed conflict.

I crouch down low, covering my arms over my head.  I try to shield myself from the barrage of arrows.  I imagine that each arrow turns into vibrant, loving energy.  White, glittering dust.  As each arrow hits the stone ramparts, it explodes into this energetic glitter dust.  My eyes follow the crenellated wall as energy from the Great Galactic Sun floods through me.  I send this energy to you.  You accept this energy with a wry smile on your face.

I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is a big expanse, twinkling lights are seen here.  Your 3rd eye is open, spinning, but it is as if with one eye closed.  You are not seeing the “full” picture.  You must “open” your eyes in order to see, do not be afraid of what you might “see”, for your guides are always by your side.  At your throat chakra, I hear “gurging”, an instance of conforming to the wishes of those around you, unable to express your true, divine nature.  Your heart chakra is spinning, an open glow felt here.  A love for humanity.  At your solar plexus, I view light, golden light shining forth.  You enjoy every aspect of “physical” life.  At your sacral chakra, I see movement, but slow movement.  An energetic blockage dealing with relationships.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You are dressed as a medieval soldier wearing leather boots, a tunic with “colours” on it.  A very masculine energy emanates from you.  The sheath of arrows is dropped to the floor, for you can no longer use them.  AA Michael is here, with you now, ever on guard.  The Ascended Master Paul the Venetian is with you at this point in time, helping to control the emotional self, where the ego has gained dominance.  Several cats have hurried in, I know not from where or why they are here.

I ask to see a timeline.  The battle is shown to me again.  Your “downfall” replayed.  Only with difficulty do you recover from this experience.  For you live to fight and now feel shattered.

At the present time, I see you reading books aloud, talking before others.  They listen intently to what you say.

In the future, I see you, a hooded sweatshirt on.  Feeling good and MOVING.

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