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The Beaver and the Hawk

A ring of fire erupts before me with flames leaping into the air.  Smoke curls and twists at awkward angles.  I see two North American Indian men standing back to back.  They each represent different tribes; their hair adornment is as different and distinct as their dress.

Gesticulating with hands, emotions full of anger shadow their faces.  Standing with their backs to one another, a telltale sign of disagreements, disaccord, and disharmony.  Violence and fighting will break out here, fires will seethe with rage.  Matters will be settled with war.  At the crux are salmon, food links, and a piercing disharmony in nature.  A cyclical interruption causes panic among the people. North America, 17th century.  I hear the word “Seneca.”

The image of a snow peaked mountain appears.  The yearly migration of animals in the surrounding foothills is observed in fast forward.  Your tribe, including your mate, have overstepped their territorial boundary in following the cyclical migration.  Disagreements erupt as anger spews forth.  Unwilling to arbitrate and settle in negotiation, a bitter chase and fight ensues.  The beaver and the hawk.

These disputes from the past penetrate your emotional aura. Obstacles appear where few exist.  Former circumstances regarding authority conflicts may lead to restricting yourself, imposing self-limitations and doubt.  In a broader sense, one may see this as a test and lesson.  Past issues regarding control sway your idealism and visions leading to long-term dreams.

I recede into the background and view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is a stellar space, dispersed with glinting, sparkling points of light.  Your third eye chakra revolves slowly, carefully opening new insights, you are moderating yourself.  Your throat chakra vibrates with raw emotion.  Hoarse with voluble thoughts, a want and a need to help and assist humanity.  Your heart chakra radiates a beautiful glowing light further amplifying your want to help.  As I view your solar plexus, it expands and then contracts quickly.  Shuddering anxiety is felt here.  Your sacral chakra spins as I am shown a wheel.  Emotional aspects are moving within the wheel to be dealt with.  At your base chakra, I see you firmly rooted and grounded.

I ask your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear first with long black hair, a long face and somber eyes having witnessed and seen so much in this life.  A beaded belt, wampum, a highly treasured possession girdles your waist.  An angelic guide, David, assumes a position on your right.  Archangel Gabriel’s energy is perceived around you, motivating and helping to balance body energy levels, creating a spiritually uplifting centre.  The love of the Venetian Master is with you at this time.  His guidance helps with self-expression through the arts and music radiating knowledge and knowingness.

I ask to see a timeline.  A tumultuous yet tenuous relationship, giving your personal power away to another, following their words not your own.  At the present time a calling, a want to be of service, setting your mind to achieving a goal is uppermost in importance.  A need to focus on what moves and inspires you.  Clearing out and then polishing that what remains will add stability and balance. “Take that which inspires you to create change in this world.  Your dreams are a rapid undercurrent for movement towards a unified goal.  Be the catalyst for change that you are.”  Be the dreamer, a guide.  Pay attention to your thoughts and dreams for intuitive insights to dispel self-doubt, obstacles, and struggle.  In the future I see a potential for beginnings, receptive to change.

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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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A Performance of the Most Unusual

I hear a unique flute and am unsure of where I am.  I feel it’s somewhere in the Middle East.  The flute continues on as I suddenly glimpse snakes moving languidly.  Slow, undulating movements that catches one’s eye.  Utterly fascinating and hypnotic.  Egypt.  Middle Kingdom.

I see a rush of scenes put before me.  A man rising at dawn, having a quick meal to eat and rushing through streets in order to secure a prime spot at the market.  He will remain here until past dusk.  I am at a loss as to how to categorise this man, as a healer or as an artist.  I immediately feel drawn to the music, used to entice more people in, to watch a performance of the most unusual.

Emotions rage high.  Enmity, a feud.  Your presence here perpetuates a feud with another.  A bitter rivalry, competition.  Your relationship with this individual is in decline, detrimental to both your physical and mental well-being.  The more you verbally respond, the deeper the animosity moves and simmers.  Those around you are at a loss as to how to defuse it.  Prejudice and fear lay at the bottom of this pit of hatred.

Violet, sparkling light falls down upon you.  This light transmutes the high energy, all emotional debris is turned into beautiful white light.  I view your chakras.  Blue light illuminates your crown chakra.  A wide, open expanse.  Sparkles shine here.  Your 3rd eye, when viewed, appears to waver at times.  Fear is felt here.  A want to move and open up, but being hindered by fear.  Your throat chakra feels slightly tight and raw.  Constriction by the mores and views of society.  You have been placed inside a box and there is no wish by you to conform to this mold.  Your heart chakra is open, wide, enabling healing of others on multiple levels.  Your solar plexus is lovely, shining bright.  You stand solidly and recognise your own personal power.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a fluttering feeling.  Emotional balance and then imbalance.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear as the Egyptian healer.  Knowledge, training and experience radiate outward from you.  Faith in your abilities is tangible.  Ascended Master Lord Maitreya’s presence is felt, encouraging balance of predominantly intellectual thinking with acceptance of the metaphysical.  Archangel Gabriel of the Orange Ray is with you at this point in time, helping to dissolve fear and stimulate creativity.

I ask to see a timeline.  The past reveals pride in the knowledge you possess, you are confident in your healing abilities.  The passionate nature of the disagreements you find yourself in creates imbalance and dissatisfaction within you.  An abyss of negative feelings develops, wearing away at you.  It consumes you.  At the present time, I see high activity.  A madness, a rush to get things finished.  There is a need to slow down, review your situation and be happy within it.  Balance is ever so important.  In the future, I see your hands held out, acting as a scale, weighing two equally important ideas.  Both are within your grasp and need consideration.  A careful evaluation follows.

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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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Her Addiction

I feel a soft feline purring sound.  Rhythmic, comforting and warm.  A cat takes pride of place here, emphasizing knowing.  Offering protection as well as guidance into another world, a nonnatural world which the cat enters and exits at will.  This cat is a tour guide for me, so to speak.

Luxor, Karnac, Egypt.  I smell a mystical perfume unlike any modern perfume.  A deep scented oil, hints of musk and bergamot.  This oil is being smoothed onto a woman’s hair, creating a remarkable sheen and lovely smell that wafts behind her.  A woman utterly lost in fragrances and beauty.  This is a woeful need, a need that cannot always be satisfied causing short tempers, cross remarks, loud voices, and arguments.  Assuaged only when being made up, using costly products and dear oils.  A lithesome parade of beauty.

I hear these lyrics from The Beach Boys, “Good Vibrations”:

I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And on the way this sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

The self-adulation of this woman is increased by the attention of her servants, heaping compliments and words of praise upon her.  This is her need, her addiction.

I follow the cat through the house, leaving the woman behind me, through an array of corridors leading outside to fresh air.  I hear people on the streets, vendors of food, a marketplace.  I see the people here and distinctly feel the frivolous nature of this woman, lost in herself.  I wander the streets, ever following the cat, meandering here and there.  Smells tempt me and colours tantalise my eyes.  I understand the woman now.

She is trying to reproduce, using herself, a reflection she sees in her environment.  Beauty and beguiling scents.  It’s difficult to recreate, but she is trying.  An intense desire to replicate nature at its best.  Highest admiration and praise for the natural world.

I stretch my arms up into a wide blue sky and heap violet energy into my hands.  I offer this to you and you accept with a smile.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra sparkles with light, is wide open to receiving.  Your 3rd eye spins and revolves but stops at times.  Your throat chakra is open.  A wide, open voice, knowing and proclaiming who you are.  At your heart chakra, I sense a silent patter.  A quiet, imperceptible movement.  A great love here, but kept hidden and unexposed.  Your solar plexus is bright, shining, spinning.  Laughter and joy felt here.  Your sacral chakra is spinning abruptly.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You are sitting on a stool covered with a length of fabric.  Your hair with its sheen, catches the sunlight and glistens.  A mimicry of the beauty found in nature.  There is a definite triumphal feeling here of having mastered what you set out to do.  AA Gabriel is with you at this point in time.  Ascended Master Lady Nada’s presence is felt.  “One must remain non-critical of themselves in order to manifest a more balanced attitude within.”

I ask to see a timeline.  You are in ancient Egypt.  The beloved cat follows you everywhere, a constant companion for your every need.  An inner knowing of the allure you produce.  Captivating to watch, you recreate and reflect beauty that you find in nature.   This is a challenge for you as well as an intense desire.  You freely give in to your every want.  At the present time, I see you talking with someone, giving information.  Informative, instructive, helping to form another’s opinion of things.  In the future, I see a handful of mewing kittens.

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.

End of Reading