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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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The Journeyman

I see someone kneeling directly on to a stone church floor.  Your hair is cut short, looking squarish, framing your face.  Diligent and earnest in your prayers, you remain kneeling for some time.  This is the Middle Ages.

A journeyman, a wanderer, living off the charity of others.

I suddenly perceive a child turn his dirty face up to me, beckoning me with a finger to follow him.  I hear an echo of children’s voices, a hollow echo, bouncing off nothing.  The child points to ashes where a fire once raged.

You have come into the church, you have nothing, this is your refuge away from your daily toils and work.  Here you find a tranquil stillness, a subtle transcendental peace that affects you inside.  It allows you to weather any storm and always find the calm inside of you.  A man of meager earnings, yet you constantly seek this peace and serenity inside of you.

Terribly disfigured from fire as a child, you are seen as repulsive and repugnant by the local people.  Scathed, you try to endure the pain and loneliness, seeking to always move forward using your feet to move you from one town to the next.   A journeyman.  Your solace only sated in the church.  Here you find communion, companionship and the audience which you are continually denied.  You are loved here.

Your frequent escapes into the church placate your disappointments and your lack.  Forlorn and despondent,  you pour out streams of words that linger around the altar and rise up to the Godly heights of the church ceiling.  Extreme sadness is felt by you, the prejudice and scorn you face from those outside is constantly by your side.

Feelings of loneliness engulf me as well.  I understand your shelter in the church.  I reach for a handful of light energy, a mix of stardust and stars.  I hand this light to you.  This past life is only with difficulty emerging.  The emotions felt here are so tangible, so full of sadness and loneliness that we must seek to uplift them before we look further.

I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is wide open, deep, with pin-points of sparkling light.  Your 3rd eye moves very slowly, almost sluggishly, refusing to see everything around you, a fear is felt here.  At your throat chakra, I feel a distinct tightness, your self-expression and communication slightly blocked.  At your heart chakra, I perceive a glowing light, but not very bright, a sense of vulnerability and lack of trust is felt.  Your solar plexus is shining and spinning brightly.  Your will and intentions are set.  At your sacral chakra, I see a spin and light shine forth.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear first, wearing worn out and threadbare garb.  Physically disfigured, you experience life as a vagabond, wandering from one place to the next.  You want to utilise the experience from this point in time of alienation, loneliness, trust in God, and poverty to better understand the human condition.  Ascended Master Hilarion is with you at the present time, helping to cleanse and heal the physical, mental and emotional self.  “We must all realise that Life is a cleansing and healing process.”  His love shines with you.  Archangel Raphael is with you.  His presence and emerald healing light surround you, helping you to find inner balance and harmony.

I ask to see a timeline.  I see you wandering, moving and walking endlessly.  You walk from one small town or parish to another, seeking not only employment, but solace within.  At this time your peace is found in every church you enter.  At the present time, I see you seeking and gaining knowledge.  This will help you to gather Light on your path.  The realisation that Life’s Journey is purposeful and with every detour, with every unexpected twist, comes new lessons to be learned.  In the future, I see you with a stern face, knowing your abilities.  Odd padded clothing, reminding me of a fencer.

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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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Wreaking havoc

I caught a glimpse of a tiny dust devil in the distance.  It was very small, inching its way forward.  Too small to be destructive, but definitely the potential was there to “cause trouble”.  This dust devil likes to wreak havoc among unsuspecting people it comes in contact with, “shaking things up” in order to agitate, adjust and shift boredom.  It’s very unassuming but does the job thoroughly.  This dust devil is you.

A dog appeared “whining”.  Not willing to let go and be apart, he let out a long howl and settled down to whine some more.  I think of a hound dog as I look at him with his long ears.  There are many “spirits” here, pushing, crowding around, but the dog simply came forward.

As I called forth energy from the Great Galactic Sun, I see your arms stretched forth, greeting the warm rays, sunlight upon your face.  You are a sun “worshipper”.  A most unusual but completely symbiotic relationship here.  You anticipate the sun, offering thanks in return. This is unconsciously done, but well received.  “Thank you!”

Fistfuls of energy I pull from the Galactic Sun that were extended to you much like fist pumps.  Very strange, indeed!  Fist pumps.  This is how you are “expecting” this energy.  Pounding, like a bass instrument.  Resistant yet forceful.  Beatboxing.  Jibes.  Fist pumps.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves.  The “dog” whimpers forward and lies down by your feet.  You sit, knees wide apart, hands and arms on the armrest.  A most regal pose.  You assume the attitude of nobility, “a king”.  Relaxed, yet with a sense of authority.  You are smiling, for you know that this is “an act”.  You enjoy playing the part, knowing full well you can assume any role you would like.  You have a good sense of humour.

There are many angels around you.  Guides, loving relatives, ancestors are there as well.  Souls you know from “elsewhere”.  It’s very crowded.  A “druid” has come forward.  He has short, jagged, black hair.  He is instructing you at this time.  Loving AA Michael stands behind you.  “You are much loved, sorely missed.  Enjoy your space of time, brother.”

I ask to see a past timeline:

Riding a horse.  My view caught a glimmer of gleaming metal.  Narrowing eyes turn to look at me.  Sharp.  Shining.  A sword.  This is someone riding astride a horse in knights armor.  We are in the Middle Ages.  Europe.  Who are you?

I see and hear someone explain how to tend the horses.  The hay.  The feed.  It’s exhausting work.  There is also field work.  Heavy labour.  The fields are harvested in the summer and you also help bring in the harvest, although this is not your main “job”.  You are living on a manor, tending horses, preparing them for tournaments.

Stables, cobwebs, and many horses.  They’re beautiful, magnificent creatures.   You also help with the “smithy” work.  I understand that you help where you are needed, but your main function is tending the horses.

A burly man, eating bread at the table.  A very physical life.

In your current timeline, I see you sitting atop a fence, a blade of grass between your teeth.  Contemplating, wondering.  There are choices to be made but you prefer to continue sitting on the fence as you push everything out of your thoughts.  You will deal with it “all” later, not now.  Procrastination on all fronts.  This seeps into your feelings and emotions as well as your job.  “Deal with it later.”  A fear of facing exactly what is in front of you.  These things will not go away, will not magically disappear.  “One must make a decision to confront things and FINALLY deal with them.  You must be consequent with yourself.”

“He knows where he wants to go.  He knows how to get there.  He knows what needs to be done.”  I see someone giving you a big push, shoving you forward – propelling you to move.  “Though this need not be, for you are stuck inertia and this is quickly remedied by your own mindset.  Change your attitude, your focus, and allow yourself TO BE the agent of change.”

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