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The Records of Atlantis

Now is the time to receive a Soul Report

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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Under a Cloudy Sky

A young girl stands under a cloudy sky.  The wind rushes past her face, sweeping strands of hair loose.  A storm is approaching.  You delight in these moments before the rain breaks and thunder rolls in.  A woman calls you to come inside.  You are needed to help prepare an evening meal.  You fetch cool, clear water.  Staring into the wooden bucket, the reflection glitters in your eyes.  Denmark, 14th century.

Sagas of monsters, demons, gremlins are recited tonight.  All listen thoughtfully, carefully.  All know how the stories end.  Battles fought, monsters and demons vanquished to a nether world.  In your own mind, you creep into these stories, quietly weaving a new plot where you appear.  The drama intensifies where you have placed yourself.

A country life with endless chores, moving through the seasons.  You yearn for action, an adventure, a longing for the past, the times of your ancestors.  Fighting, pillaging and foraying into unknown wild territory.  You become the mighty heroes in the old tales.  Your imagination reels and becomes alive.

You seek daily reminders and signs of the glorious past.   Looking at a view of the coastline, the ocean water, the sun creating glittering, shining diamonds within the water.  A longing to leave, to move with the water.  Your dreams push aside the harsh work that lays before you.  Ever trying to live in another world.

Energy brought from the Great Galactic Sun is brought down.  I view your chakras as your face is turned upwards towards the Sun.  Your crown chakra is open, brilliant, a wide space, twinkling lights are seen.  At your third eye, I see an old Moai.  The face appears only for an instant and quickly disappears.  Your chakra is spinning, though unevenly, unbalanced.  I feel taking in information but not knowing how to process it.  At your throat chakra, I feel a tightness.  You, yourself, are limiting your ability to be and express yourself.  An underlying fear is felt of revealing yourself only to confront disappointment from others.  At your heart chakra, I feel movement circling inward.  Self introspection before moving outward.  A vibrant, glowing light is seen at your solar plexus.  Joyful laughter is heard, a smiling face, enjoying life.  At your sacral chakra, there is balance, emotional stability.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear first, dressed in a long flaxen gown, a natural colour.  You have assembled your heroes behind you from the old Norse sagas.  The beautiful, loving, blue light of Mother Mary surrounds you, helping to create a stronger connection with Nature’s Elementals.  The Ascended Master St. Germaine is also here, his unconditional love radiates around you, helping you attain the simple, real qualities of life.  Archangel Raphael’s loving green light is seen, encouraging personal growth and creative balance.

I ask to see a timeline.  You are on a working farm in a village near the sea.  Time is held in constant suspense by your imagination.  The old sagas from long ago weave their way into your daily life.  At the current time, I see a stopping point of pause and reflection.  An inner search to reveal the best possible way forward.  In the future, an energetic cloud of white light, engulfing the backdrop of a city.  All is peaceful.

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The Wings of a Small Bird

There is a woman before me, striking black kohl outlines her eyes.  Her father is present, standing behind her.  As a patriarch, all control rests in his hands.  Persia.  2nd Century.

You are his beautiful small bird.  Having watched you learn to fly, he will now have to watch you leave the roost, relinquishing his hold on you.  A prize possession, worthy of bringing in an immense dowry.

As an independent free-spirit, you are fully aware of the prospects before you, believing you will always be in control.  You possess inherent strength.  Self-confidence and poise surround you.  Feelings of derision for your male suitors are apparent.  You find them weak, exploitable, and lacking in intelligence.

The wings of a small bird flutter before me.  A small beautiful bird that is leaving the family nest to create a new one elsewhere.  Yet your sentiments clearly remain with your doting father.  Your allegiance and devotion to your father will remain a stronger bond than any you create with your new husband.

It’s a game for you.  Marriage is but a game.  Your ultimate goal is securing land, property and possessions to tighten and strengthen your alliance with your patriarchal father.  Two rulers in two families having much in common.  The small bird appears again.  A beautiful song, a wanting to go home, evoking pathos and ultimate loyalty.

The power, influence and control you gain in your marriage is transferred into your family line.  This is a well thought out plan as you manipulate the situation to your advantage.  It could go no other way.  A satisfaction here, a triumph, knowing that you have succeeded where others have been imposed upon and exploited.  Your skillful manner in controlling the marriage is perfectly executed.

Luminous green light on either side of you, I feel trees and serenity.  The small bird is here.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, still and vast.  Bright tiny radiant lights are seen distantly interspersed.  A white violet light is seen here.  At your brow or third eye chakra, I feel detailed analysation is carried out, your intellect imposing itself methodically.  At your throat chakra, I feel a spiraling movement.  As it is moving downward there is pushing outward.  Moving beyond what others expect of you, creating and pushing boundaries put before you.  This motion is continuous.  At your heart chakra, a sudden bright glimmer flickers behind a pink light.  This bright glimmer, though well hidden, is attempting to reveal itself.  The soft pink light is finding it ever more difficult to cover the intensity of the glimmer as it wants to flare and dazzle brightly.  You are subduing an immense amount of love.  At your solar plexus, I see ambition that wanes intermittently.  Indecision resulting in some anxiety.  At your sacral chakra is emotional stability and creative balance.  You are grounded with the Earth at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear in a loose floor length gown.  The beautiful glow of Mother Mary enfold you.  She brings with her comforting and understanding energy.  She is helping you to make a stronger connection with nature’s Elementals.  These Elementals assist in environmental concerns.  Also around you is Archangel Metatron, helping you achieve spiritual growth and emotional balance.

I ask to see a timeline.  You view your betrothal as an opportunity to greatly empower yourself, viewing the opposite sex as feeble and spiritless.  Your ambition will be fully gratified and realised beyond that which you intended.  At the present time, I see you in deep thought, pondering ideas and how to manifest them.  In the future, I hear a treble, a fine tensile wire is seen.  Moving currents.

End of Reading



“What’s Goin’ On”

I watch a streak of light fall in the night sky.  The light has a fizzle effect, much like a plummeting firework.  It disappears into nothingness.

I hear the lyrics from “What’s Up?” by 4 Non Blondes:

And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,

A girl with long hair sits upon a field and gazes into the distance.  I see worn, brown, flat shoes, and a skirt covered by an apron.  Her hair is pulled tightly together with a band, leaving the length of it to fall upon her back.  Dazing and dreaming, there is a quality of wistfulness which sits within her.  One can see trees in the distance from this field.  She takes a moment of rest to pause and reflect upon that which surrounds her.

A course of action has been set into motion, an unwavering course that’s been put before her.  Shall she walk the length or veer away from it?  Taking another route would be akin to taking a chance, this does interest her, but does not run in her blood.  She is more content to stay the course.

An idyllic country house.  You will be wed soon.  Your path has been mapped out for you.  A dowry to be packed and moved to the new farmhouse.  Your most precious possessions carefully wrapped and packed, these you will bring with you.  Mixed feelings of excitement and dread surround you.  Starting a new life with a family creates a sense of doubt with minor feelings of unworthiness and failure.  You have little idea of what awaits you, what’s expected of you, and nervousness slowly edges in.  Although you know your future husband and his family, you cannot imagine what it will be like to live with him.

I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, expansive and wide.  A stellar quietness is felt here.  I view pinpricks of light standing out.  At your 3rd eye, I see movement and feel a wariness as to what you perceive.  Incoming information is not completely read.  Your throat chakra is very tight, I feel gasping and feel a need to expand.  A need to recharge and reevaluate your present situation.  Moving to your heart chakra, I see a small heart weeping in the background.  I feel a part of yourself is closed off here.  A closing off so that you are not hurt, that you remain untouched by pain that confronts you.  A very loving light is felt, a love for those around you shining forth.  Your solar plexus is light, spinning.  You would like to experience all that life has to offer, an intrepid nature yet fearful of moving out of your comfort zone.  At your sacral chakra, I feel slight immobility, though a desire to move forward creatively.  There is emotional balance.  At your base chakra, I feel a slipping motion, gradual slow movement forward.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear again sitting in the field.  Your legs are no longer reclined to the side, but are bent beneath you.  Attached to the land, you delight in the birds, the flowers, and the scents that accompany the countryside.  Quiet solitude is reflected in you.  Archangel Raphael’s  beautiful healing light glows about you, he guides you at the present time with healing work.  I see the soft glow of Mother Mary, her comforting and loving presence is with you.  Her energies of intuitive wisdom are bestowed upon you.  Angels and elementals enter into the space that you have created here.

I ask to see a timeline.  An older woman with graying hair appears.  Her hair is long.  I suddenly see her as the young woman I saw earlier, long hair falling down her back.  Her keen eyes are intent on showing me the beginning of her story.  A small village, a farming village, France, 19th century.  She has promised herself to a young man.  Although she knows the young man, she doesn’t really know him.  Unaware of what lurks beneath his surface, she unknowingly walks into emotional peril.  The man’s outside behaviour in no way reflects the myriad problems he is harboring within.  She unwittingly becomes his target.  Through trauma, tension, and frustration, her eyes slowly open to his true character.  She cannot step out of her marriage.  She must continue the charade, allowing all to see only domestic bliss and normality.  Much of her energy, expended on continuing the ruse, takes an emotional toll.  Her intention is to maintain balance, but in so doing she suffers internally and creates coping mechanisms to endure.

At the present time, I see a scale being tipped violently in one direction and quite suddenly.  Though, beforehand, feelings of indecisiveness had been present, the scale, having shifted will move your course forward and onward.

In the future I stare incredulously as you explain to me that it’s a machine.  Clueless as to it’s operation, all is not what it appears.  You effortlessly move and arrange things before me.

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