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A Black Raven

An argument has broken out between two brothers. Heated words are heard as a man steps purposefully away and walks into the distance. Harsh sounds and tones resonate behind him moving from a high to low pitch.

He boldly strides away from the confrontation, loudly enunciating his words with anger, each vowel extended in order to exert his will. He will not be swayed or pushed instead he chooses to remain steadfast with his own notions of trade, ledgers, and movement.

A black raven turns its head. On the vast eastern steppe of Inner Mongolia a camp is set up, a tented circle spanning a wide distance. This is China around the 13th century.

Biting winds carry grass seeds far and wide. The tents are secure from the brazen wind. Clouds litter the sky, allowing the sun quick moments of respite. Feelings of intense hostility are sensed. Each brother holds an uncompromising position neither willing to budge and their anger is directed towards each other. A change in burdens and responsibilities is met with animosity. Both men refuse to concede.

Hundreds of horses gallop across a wide plain. The strong gusts of wind lift and carry the seeds further afield, moving, dispersing, and creating ripples of change. Trade in grain, highly valued and needed, is part of the change. One brother, his tunic fitting loosely around him, refuses to allow his brother to take control. The concept of self-determination lies deeply within his heart and he will not submit to coercion.

The distant horizon stretches as far as the eye can see. The solid earth trembles in sonorous pounding waves as horses, multitudes of them, are seen moving across the plain. Muscular with a short stature, they appear strong and robust. North, South, East, West, the animals move together with the wind and the grass, forever seeking the sweet grass.

Nomadic tribes moving as the wind does, changing direction and following the horses. You are one with your horse. Precision and controlled movement is swift as the wind and feared by many. A raid, a territorial dispute, and a push for more control causes two brothers to be unwilling to compromise and cede authority, creating a rift within the clan.

This argument will result in a division between the two, each seeking their own self-interest. Words are heard as fire symbols catch the sky: devaluation, proceeds, marking objects for trade, glass beads, animal hides, sky bear and the mountain people. There is a complete disregard for one another. The spring rains will soon come to quench the dry lands. A rain of agonies, tearing down what is around them and forcing each man to comply with the will of the other. Consequences of this event will lead to many dead with tempers raging and seething among the living.

I see beautiful ribbons of white light from the Great Galactic Sun flood the plains. Horses continue to move agilely across the steppe. I watch light energy instantly flow into the emotional and spiritual side of you and observe your chakras. The light moves to your base chakra. It spins, balanced and grounded with the physical world around you. At your sacral chakra an uneven spin leads to a slight imbalance where you perceive yourself in connection to Spirit. At your solar plexus chakra, light moves broadly and swiftly outwards. Your heart chakra spins, casting an immense and ever widening brilliant light outward. A deep love, humility, and reverence are felt here. At your throat chakra, a slight tightness is felt where emotional communication or expression is hindered. Your third eye chakra is wide open, allowing clear intuition, insight and wisdom. From your crown chakra, a massive expanse of light imbuing a higher perception and connection with all that is.

I ask your guides and angels to kindly appear before me. You stand furthest forward and your guides assemble behind you. A leather helmet covers your head. Leather flaps hanging from your loose trousers, a leather belt is tooled with geometric designs. Your legs astride, your hands and arms placed with their full weight upon a sword. The beautiful light of Archangel Gabriel, the messenger, appears around you, helping to enhance communication and creativity while balancing energy levels. The Ascended Master Sanat Kumara is also felt around you, aiding in the realization that with a raised consciousness thoughts are real and can form in other dimensions.

I ask to see a current timeline from the past into the future. That which you have been building in the recent past is firmly established with a strong and solid foundation. The Universe can now give back to you, but realize that nothing remains stagnant and the winds of change are always at your door. At the present time inner strength is within you to complete what you may have been working on. By accessing inner reserves of discipline and perseverance, you can achieve your desired outcome. In the future there is spiritual awakening, clarity and truth. As you evaluate the past and lessons you’ve learned, you will be able to forgive, accept and heal so that you can move forward in a balanced way. Trust what you know to be true and understand that what was once not obvious can now be realized and understood.

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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.

End of Reading

A Voyage of Discovery

The stern of a boat approaches.  Dark hair of an Egyptian profile emerges as the figurehead on the boat.

A voyage of discovery, a voyage of enlightenment, a voyage of adulation.  Cries of triumph arise from those on the docks.  The crew disembarks, among them a young man with soft brown eyes and dark hair.

Precious cargo has been dispersed along the way where trade and exchange have been initiated.  Coloured gemstones, lapis being among them, strewn in the ports of call.  A culture that is seemingly in tatters, is seeking to survive and expand.  Knowledge based in ancient texts must be assimilated beyond the local borders.  This is a voyage of intent belief with scouts having previously navigated the far flung locations first, relating of a preponderance of good will and trust.

The ship laden, the crew is a team specifically chosen to persist under duress and extreme conditions.  Those that have volunteered want to satisfy their own longing for adventure and with aroused curiosity, see and explore broader vistas.

Discussions and arguments arise on board about provisions and lack.  Those desperate to make the voyage a success quiet calls of ineptitude and sabotage.  Doubts are quickly dispelled as the objective of their journey, their prized destination, is held in place.  A deprecatory flutter and panic ensues when troubling storms force the crew to shorten their canvas.  However, this does not dissuade them from their distant goal.

Each think of imagined mythical creatures inhabiting the waters.  Although, the coast is constantly in view, trepidation and fear enter the hearts of many.  A dark-skinned man emerges in this scene with a wide smile on his face; one of the last of the crew to join the assemblage, he brings the group together.  He is the navigator.  Coptic symbols emblazoned on bronze and brass.  Engraved, likened images.  There is a transfer of these wares before the return voyage.

You are part of this group, part of the crew.  The dynamics of which operate as the lifeline of the boat.  Each individual imparting skills to ensure the survival and safety of all those on board.  Starry navigation, reading and moving within the constellations.  The adjunct navigator, steering all to northern lands.  As curse or conqueror, neither term encapsulates the deeper meaning and significance of this journey.

The enigmatic Sun.  Horus.  The House of the Dead.  Scrolls are just as important as the provisions, for knowledge will be imparted, gifted, and gratefully received.  The new colony will falter grievously in times to come.

I view your chakras as the Great Galactic Sun illuminates you.  Evenly spaced, radiant lights emerge at your crown chakra showing a higher connection to distant constellations.  At your third eye chakra, I see balanced rotations, energy creating an opening and closing movement.  Critical information coming in at intervals and then closing off.  Receiving information and regulating it.  At your throat chakra, voluble words, stored thoughts create a lethargic situation.  A need and want to verbalise and express yourself yet being hindered by forces without, thus creating a humbling situation.  Your heart chakra shines brilliantly; alignment of your inner and outer worlds wields compassion, love and effusive emotions within, which at times seem overwhelming.  At your solar plexus are binding connections of light.  Others entwined here are seen as soul connections.  A bright glow, a pulsing light is emitted, knowledge that achievement is within you.  At your sacral chakra is a dazzling light, a firm sense of self in the current physical life.  At your base chakra you are grounded with current energies of transmission.

I ask for your current guides to please present themselves.  You appear first dressed in seafaring garments.  An immediate scene of gusty winds blow forcefully against your face.  A swift, gliding, forward movement is felt and a cursory view of the beautiful blue sea is seen as the boat cuts deeply through the waters.  The light of Christ Consciousness surrounds you, His Love allows you to extend and freely share Love with all.  His powerful energies assist those attracted to natural healing where the correct balance of spiritual and physical well-being is considered.  The presence and light of Isis and Horus are also here.   The beautiful light of Archangel Uriel is around you, helping to boost action, bring life force and endurance within and showing illumination to those who feel lost and forsaken.

I ask to see a timeline.  Ancient Egypt, a time where our current maps do not reflect past land masses.  A great horn of plenty.  Starry skies enfold and envelope you.  You are adrift here, lost in a vast sea where knowledge and discovery beckon you.  Part of an exploration team, seeking achievements and knowledge, exporting trade in the hopes of securing closer ties and promoting a sense of mutual support.  As a Navigator, you steer the boat, you create your path, you move inexorably forward to an ultimate destination.  At the present time, I feel restless thoughts around you, as if you’re lighted path has been subsumed, your way has become lost.  We are all on unknown paths, but possessing courage and determination help light the way.  Rely on intuition and know in your heart that every step puts you forward in your path and every step forward is the correct one.  In the future, I see bright, blinding lights as if in a stadium.  Numerous people are together here, a show of strength and unity.

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Cartloads of Pestilence

I find myself in a dark room, a wooden floor creaks below my feet. A man with a thick dark moustache and dark eyes appears wearing a white shirt, a wool vest and a coat. A mop of thick dark brown hair curls and waves uncontrollably. A comb has tried unsuccessfully to tame the loose locks. 19th century, Ireland.

I hear arguments, voices yelling impassioned words at one another about property rights and jurisdiction. Voices that have continued on into the present day. A need for one to morally stand his ground, an impassioned plea that goes unheard.

Dirt and dust collect in the corners of this room. Your boots kick the dust up as you pace the floors, your anger reluctant to dissipate. This room is your cottage, a fitful state of penury. Although you have tilled the soil, seeded the land and shifted boulders, you have no rights to that which you toil upon. The taxes you pay as well as the rents for the land creates destitution, lack, and a bitterness that engulfs and overflows your entire spirit. You can do no more.

I see withered, diseased crops before me. Cartloads of pestilence. A shadow of fury and deep anger mixes with despair. A sense, a feeling of being utterly broken and ruined falls upon you. Anxiety is high, desperation and anger fuel your soul. You long for an escape from this misery, you search your restless mind as you pace the room. Tithing and taxes. You are finished.

A compulsive hatred of social class and the inequality that accompanies it. A need and want to change the system, be the man that you are. Rank feelings of disgust, loathing and contempt for those that control this base system. These feelings compel you to move your feet, to make strides forward, extend yourself and leave. You release what you have shouldered and what generations before you have been saddled with. With each pace forward in that tiny room, you prepare yourself for a new life. Your anger severs the foundation that was given to you at birth and creates a resolute feeling of strength that allows you to cope.

Under the darkest midnight sky you leave, never to return. There will be no traces of your desertion, no witnesses to see you flee. Your anger continues to provide strength and propel your feet forward. For you will walk with a decent stride to escape your fate. A ship laden with human cargo is your destination; your feet carry you here. Placid water stretches out before you and not a tear or sentimental thought is lost in these shores. You leave behind misery as you reach towards the coast.

As sunlight strikes the top of your head, I view your chakras. Light from the Great Galactic Sun flows as a conduit to your crown chakra. Sparkles of light move in this vast void, immense with lucid colours streaming through. Your third eye chakra revolves slowly and carefully. A need to analyse and think through all information that comes through here. “Sometimes all cannot be fully explained or accounted for within the confines of present human thought. Be open to that which is not in your realm of patterning and thought imprints.” At your throat chakra, I feel a scratchy rawness. You are heard and you make others hear you. An audible and intelligible voice. I see your lips moving and there are times when others hear nothing thus creating this scratchy rawness. Protect your voice. At your heart chakra, a glowing light penetrates beyond our vision of sight. Strong, luminous, a caring heart for humanity. Your solar plexus shines brightly and clearly, occasionally a slight shadow falls across it as it spins. This anger from the past, the issue of social equality and contempt for authority is present. You may create your destiny with intentions of positive force and value. Your sacral chakra spins quickly, is aligned and stable. You align yourself with the Earth and shift when needed. You are grounded at your base chakra. I allow residual energy to flow into the core of the Earth and return through your chakras. The pattern that is created is that of an ankh.

I quietly ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me. You appear dishevelled wearing a wool coat and trousers, a look of defiance and defeat crosses your countenance. You sit with your head back and arms outstretched. The loving light of Master Jesus surrounds you, helping to stimulate the inner need to express Love so that it may be freely shared with all. The energy of Master Melchizedek is also around you at this point in time, helping to balance Physical and Spiritual reality. The beautiful light of Archangel Jophiel permeates the scene, inspiring and clearing mental perception. He brings soul illumination and helps strengthen your connection with your higher self.

I ask to see a timeline. Your past stretches out before you with generations of people making a hand to mouth movement, continuous motion. Generations. A cycle you have stopped during this previous life. Acknowledgment and gratitude surface from those before you that had to endure the same fate. You allowed your deep convictions of fairness and endurance of austere conditions to compel you to move and create change. A pattern has broken. At the current time, I hear giggling laughter. Brief enjoyment before a door appears, a decision must be made whether to open it or not, with lasting repercussions. In the future, I see a wide gulf, an ocean of water with its tides. You decide not to move or align with current thought. You are your own active will, accepting the challenge of asking questions of your own inner source.

End of Reading

The Cathar

This reading is for Gary Carlson at http://www.icheckyoursoul.com/

Thank you Gary for the insightful Soul Reading.  I’m profoundly grateful for your kindness and support.  Herewith is your reading:

Light from the Great Galactic Sun penetrates and permeates the air around me.  An electronic buzzing noise is heard crackling through the still air.  A ragged man is seen running through underbrush as if being chased from behind.  Sweat and dirt marks his face.  Bushy long hair streaked with grey flies wildly around him.  A long beard marks the passage of time spent in seclusion.

Ascetic, pious, yet voluble.  Having spent months alone, withdrawn to a cave, your senses have become sharpened and heightened.  Hearing sounds others cannot, frenetic visions ensconce you, the taste of the wind, the smell of Jesus. Your kinetic senses vibrate with phantom menaces purging your soul, allowing only the Divine to remain.  12th century, Europe.

Abstinence, joy in liturgical hymns.  You seek the Divine Presence, acknowledgement within you.  A long garment, threadbare and torn, protects you from the outside elements.  For you seek that which is within, that Divine Spark, illumination.

Revered as a friar Brother, you feel your purpose is to renounce and negate all bodily senses in order to come closer to the Divine.  As a mystic, your devaluation of life’s pleasures in order to seek the Sacred, will keep you months in isolation.

Unbeknownst to you, as you distance yourself from life around you, as you rely more heavily on your inner senses, a purification ensues where life’s beauty is shown more clearly, more refined and engraved.  Your abnegation has ironically come full circle to reveal the clarity and beauty of life.  Thrushes twittering in tree limbs are heard in the distance, that which is within you is also without you.  Solace found within is also around you in Nature.  Every aspect of yourself is mirrored in that which you gaze upon, you touch and listen to.  This understanding is felt deep within you.

I withdraw from this scene to find you quietly speaking with your Brethren, your Brothers in Arms, your faithful flock.  Admonition is not among your words to them, rather respectful gratitude for All that is.  A Cathar monk, a learned man, a night of recompense.

I swiftly bring light over to you from the Great Galactic Sun.  A fervent prayer is issued forth, an intuitive motion of hands as Energy is quietly, measurably dispersed by you.

I ask to view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is wide open.  An expansive space revealing starlight and shine.  Your third eye chakra moves, revolving seamlessly.  I see a multitude of information being released from that which is received. Your throat chakra is infused with a protective light, that which issues forth from your third eye can thus be elucidated.  Your heart chakra glows with a warm loving light.  The light of Christ Consciousness emanates.  Your solar plexus illumines brightly a clear, yet meagre path.  Your sacral chakra is moving, adjusting to recent impediment.  Your base chakra is fluid in motion.  As the Earth moves, you move and flow with it.  I etherically see one hand placed upon the Earth to steady yourself with the influx of energy.

I kindly ask to see your guides.  You appear first, your most prominent feature being your eyes.  I see your gaze move slowly downward taking in all aspects assuredly.  Humility and a prescient quality surrounds you.  This is carried forth into your current life.  Standing, you fold your hands quietly before you.  An angel converges on your left.  This angel is one of your many guides.  I hear the name Daniel.  A mother to your right assumes her place behind you, her hands reach out to touch your shoulders.  The loving light and energy of Master Jesus surrounds you, a Christ centred energy, helping to express Love that it may be shared freely with all.  The energy also assists in natural healing.  The light and energy expressed as Lord Maitreya surrounds you, helping to balance predominantly intellectual thinking with acceptance of the metaphysical.  As you raise your level of consciousness, you are more aware of who you really are.  The beautiful light of Archangel Gabriel envelopes you.  As a messenger angel, Gabriel assists all earthly messengers.

I ask to see a timeline.  Hardship, strife and battles encumber your life as a Cathar.  Seeking to transcend and move beyond these base concerns, you set out on a quest to sequester yourself, live alone, and reject all that is Earthly only to release yourself in the end, appreciating and knowing God is within All that Is.  At the current time, I see an account book laid out before you.  Clicking noises, addition, the economic woes of finding balance.  In the future, I see you contemplating before you a still, dark sea.  No movement is seen, quietude and solace are sought within this dark water.

End of Reading

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.

End of Reading

A Stick With Feathers

A young, dark skinned man is before me.  He shakes a stick with feathers attached to it, part of village life, showing that you belong.  There are certain coloured feathers with meaning, you are represented by one coloured feather.  The feathers move together as one when held in the breeze.  He was your brother at one point in time.  He is with you on your journey now.  8th century.  Mesoamerica.

He shows me cultural relics and ceremonies from times past.  So central to their society, one cannot disconnect the ceremonies from the people, they are intrinsically important to understand who they are.

I see you working in a household.  Making dedications, creating a centrepiece, an offering for the deities.  You do this often, having  a firm devout belief in the power these deities hold.  Fear is felt here, respect for their wrath if displeased.   You court them everyday.  Religious ideology, zealotry.

I see irrigation, water ways, water moving.  You move past these irrigation wells to get to your place of dedication.  Bones, animal carcasses, there is no water for them.  A massive die off of animals.  A time of survival, confusion and fear.  Fury of the gods.

A group of people, a village, release their hope of regaining what they once enjoyed.  The land is parched, they can no longer sow their crops.  Anger, frustration, but most of all fear is felt.  The gods are not continuing their benevolence.  You seek to appease them, bringing offerings, yet this is to no avail.  The parched, dry land.  All evaluate their inner selves and think only of self-preservation.  I see you and your brother trudging away.  You have each other to rely on during this siege.

White light from the Great Galactic Sun shines forth.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is wide open, shafts of light are seen, a vast and beautiful expanse.  At your brow chakra or third eye, I see and feel a quick spinning, trying to process too much information and being overwhelmed, shutting down, imbalance.  At your throat chakra, a feeling of slight pressure, indicating the expression of your true self being slightly restricted.  At your heart chakra, there is a sea of green, soft green.  I feel much compassion and love, a gentle sort of love.  Empathy and forgiveness for others is central here.  At your solar plexus, it appears as a spark that has yet to reach it’s zenith.  Ambition and focus being formed.  At your sacral chakra, a slight sliding movement, concentration on relationships.  At your base chakra, I see you standing.  You are grounded with Earth.

I ask for your guides to please present themselves.  You are surrounded by green trees.  Archangel Raphael’s beautiful green light is visible around you, encouraging personal and spiritual growth as you develop your insight and intuition.  The Ascended Master El Morya is also near you, assisting you in achieving self-awareness, helping to express inner thoughts and feelings.

I ask to see a timeline.  The drought conditions have not abated, you, along with many others have left the village.  With heavy hearts, consternation, and anxiety you seek to recreate that what you once had.  This however, is fraught with difficulties and impediments.  It feels as if your heartstrings are pulled by the gods, their every whim creating unhappiness and despair.  At the present time, I see boxes on the ground.  A metaphor for placing those ideas, emotions, and wants that are no longer needed, tucked safely away.  Moving on, packing up, adjusting and realising.  In the future, I see raindrops lashing against a window.  The glass stopping any rain from penetrating inside.  A wild storm.

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