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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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A Battle Has Commenced

A mouth stretched tightly in pain extends into a grimace.  In the corner of a tight, dark room, crutches suddenly appear.   Agony abounds in this tiny, small space and is openly felt by all that are present.  The leg, the leg must go of one sailor on a frigate that finds himself in a most unexpected clash.  Vessels tottering on waves, there is absolute chaos.  Thick smoke and the smell of powder fuses clog and choke the putrid air.

The stifling smoke does not clear.  A battle has commenced.  The sound of creaking wood, clashing waves and musket balls.  Turbid wakes surround the ships holding men in position to do battle.  A burning stench permeates this scene off the New England Coast in the 1700’s, a conflict waged between a powerful, wealthy, colonial ruler and those that threaten its economic prosperity.

Impressments around Bournemouth and beyond filled the rank and file crew.  A tender to complete the cross-sea voyage.  A distant sighting allowed slight time to prepare vessel and crew.  Men wreaking havoc on one another to appease an imperial appetite for commerce and wealth.  Musket balls fall, damaging rigging and planking alike.

You are aboard the frigate.  I hear the word, “boatswain.” Not tall of stature, but equipped with resolve, determination and strength.  The musket ball cinches your leg as you cross the deck.  I look on as a cry of pain wrenches your mouth into a grimace.  The leg must go.  The surgeon on board works with utmost speed assisted only by a few men.  This surgeon is around you today.  Compassion, charity and concern are observed for this unforeseen act of God could have befallen any of you.  Help is rendered with a sense of duty, obligation and loyalty.  Your life is saved at this moment yet so altered.  Service that will be remembered.

A great ray of light is cast down upon this ship and crew.  Memories that are indelibly embedded in the space of time unravel in the light as I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra shimmers.  Many points of fractured luminescence shine here in this deep expanse.  At your third eye chakra I see a man whispering to your brow.  Guidance being given in spoken words.  Your chakra turns slowly as you reach out for stabilisation, acknowledgement and reassurance.  “This is real,” you are being told, “listen to your inner voice.”  At your throat chakra, a tightly held grip is felt, allowing no words to come out.  An alter ego self unwilling to allow truth to be heard.  The grip is firm.  At your heart chakra, a soft dewy morphing light of love moves and envelops all that is around you.  Truth holds the frequency of love.  This will continue to spread and grow as your reality changes and truth is revealed.  Your solar plexus spins as a tightly wound clock.  Feelings of anxiety mix with the perception of having too many choices.  Indecision is felt here.  A deep fire burns at your sacral chakra; resolve and determination are at the heart of any decision once it is made.  At your base chakra, I see you holding onto a pole as the Earth moves under your feet, ever shifting.

I ask for your guides to please present themselves.  You appear seated, your legs extend outward.  The beautiful green light of Archangel Raphael appears around you, helping to ease any perceived restrictions you feel at this time.  Green is found in the middle of the colour spectrum, equalising and balancing mental and physical energy.  Archangel Raphael assists to heal yourself and as you do so, inner guidance and love is found to heal others.  The Venetian Master is around you currently, he assists those who at times feel the need to control their emotional selves in which the ego has unknowingly gained dominance.  This master operates within the Golden Ray and assists with self-expression, which is important at this present time.  A medium sized brown and white collie dog sits at your feet.

I ask to see a timeline.  A woven, undulating tapestry is put before me.  We move swiftly to the point in the past where a service was meted out under dire circumstances.  A sense of gratitude to those who stood by you and assisted.  Beleaguered and weathered in service to country, your attitude to compassion and charity changes, as your own physical situation must adjust.  A reflection that may be remembered and brought forward today.  At the present time, I see a battle of wills, an internal struggle to find a means of action allowing your own truth to shine out.  In the future, birds are seen circling, emitting a wailing noise.  As gusts of wind change their course, they remain focused on that which is before them which is internally driven and unquestioning.

End of Reading

 

 

The Craft of the Medicine Man

A river stretches out before me where deep lateral erosion forms a delta. A man appears with olive skin and a bare chest. His hair is cut straight across his forehead and bluntly cropped short around his head. A headband frames his small eyes and mouth. A feather quill pierces the nose. As he looks furtively left and then right, he grimaces. He does not want to be noticed by anyone. He squats on his haunches. The Yucatán Peninsula, 13th century.

A face flickers before me, at one moment seen with coloured paint and feathers, the next moment showing nothing but the clear face of a Mayan man. You are revealing your identity to me, allowing a glimpse into another world, that of a medicine man. Feathers, chants, bones, and skittles are woven into your domain. As you shift between countenances, you move between realms. You access a spirit world with your thoughts, your energy. This energy you easily access, it’s carried with you and brought to those in need of your services.

A language, a dialect, clicks and murmurs of words are spoken with earnest gravity carrying importance and meaning. A man of few words, yet the words are chosen carefully and then repeated in order to add emphasis. Energy received from beyond your realm is released through your words. A magician some may say, but in this lifetime it was the craft of the medicine man.

Striking coloured feathers, ochre and earth based paint line your cheeks. Beetle stings, beetle dung, compresses made of herbs and leaves, chewed leaves, grinding your molars flat. You quickly assess those that come to you, reaching towards nature to assuage, but it’s your words that carry import. The concentration, a quick deduction, unemotional and detached. You may be called an energy healer but you are known as the medicine man.

Wheels of life are shown to me, star constellations, natural herbs, your face twitches and contorts, your eyes roll, energy flows forth. A natural healer. I step back to view your chakras. Your crown chakra is immense, enigmatic, a chorus of light. I am being shown a connection, an energetic connection that extends beyond our plane. Your third eye chakra revolves, methodically and measured, it’s wide open and you are alert. At your throat chakra, I’m being shown a throat that has been slit and sewn shut, a finger points to this. Careful, guarded attention to yourself, your speech, your words. More observant than vocally expressive. A vow perhaps from a previous life to remain silent. You may speak now. At your heart chakra is felt a sudden deep sigh. Relief and buoyant expectation is felt here. A light flickers. Compassion is a alight. At your solar plexus I am shown expansion as yellow sunlight floods in where focus and intention can reign. Your sacral chakra spins, moderated, creative issues are set aside but can be brought forth. Your base chakra spins elucidating balance and stability. You are grounded at this time.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves. You immediately appear, the quill from your pierced nose serves as a focal point. Your hair remains short, cut evenly around your neck; black fringe frames your face. Serious and somber. The energy is palpable as you echo words long lost and long gone. A woman flanks your right. She is not of this world. She is effervescent, glowing; a sparkly substance resides around her. The beautiful light of Archangel Uriel suffuses the scene, bringing illuminating light and helping connect with divine order. The presence of Master Jesus and his healing energy is with you. His Love extends to all, helping in all ways of natural healing. Circles or globes of light energy rise before you, angelic presence is felt.

I ask to see a timeline. You work and dwell among the others, yet there is recognition of an exalted presence. You murmur words as you crouch low to the Earth, a stick in your hand. Creating outlines in the dirt, explaining the world forces, and oral tradition that you will hand down. A revered healer, your teachings are respected. At the present time, I see with tired eyes, a mountain of paperwork. A heart murmurs, palpitates and I feel resignation. A duty upheld. In the future, I see an inky dark sky bereft of stars. Whirled into a tumultuous cloud, you appear unnerved. Balance is the key operative here.

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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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Working Deep in the Shafts

A rugged man with flexing, ripping, burly muscles.  Sweat runs down his chest.  Heaving for air, his breath runs deep down into his windpipe and lungs.  I follow dense air into a dark tunnel.

This is a mine, a tin or iron mine.  Europe, around the year 10BC.  Hammer and anvil are before you.  A group of men operate the mine, toiling sun up to sun down.  Those who work deep in the shafts have the lowest stature among the men and fewer rights.  Those working closer to the exist were also closer to their freedom and rights as an attenuated Roman citizen.

Bellows-fire, a furnace is also at hand smelting that which comes from the mine.  You are smelting the metals together.  Heavy labour has accorded you strength and striated muscles.  A slave within a complex system, dependent on a supply chain yielding food and necessary clothing and tools.

A ticking noise is heard in the background.  Each day completed is one less day served in captivity.  Unbeknownst to you, once your servitude has ended, your life will not abruptly change for the better, rather you will continue to toil away daily.  Wishing and longing for a day in the future serves no purpose whatsoever.

I view your chakras.  A very deep purple is seen around your crown chakra, whirling stars and bright points encircle you.  At your third eye, I feel a wide opening.  Strands of DNA are shown moving swiftly, meeting, combining and restructuring.  At your throat chakra, I feel a raw feeling.  A voice making itself present and known without an audience, as words fall on deaf ears.  At your heart chakra, I view an enveloping green moving and radiating outwards.  Love encircling all it meets.  Your solar plexus glows brilliantly, yet at times waning as ambition falters.  Your sacral chakra spins and shines brightly, balanced.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask to please view your guides.  The glow of an intense fire lights up your face.  Wet with sweat and grime, wide eyes are turned in my direction.  Your work is your peace and solitude.  Here is your reason for Being.  An inner knowledge, a knowing that you are not enslaved within and the fact that this can never be taken from you.  The iron ore melts as intense heat radiates around you.  The Ascended Master Kuthumi is near you now, helping you with self-awareness and allowing you glimpses of understanding Earth’s mysteries.  Archangel Michael appears briefly, helping you speak your truth and encouraging you to seek ever higher truth and hidden knowledge.  His love suffuses this scene.

I ask to see a timeline of past, present and future.  A quick succession of scenes roll past, melding a hammer, sweat and heat.  Camaraderie and working together as a team is strongly felt.  All of you in this mine have but one goal, to become free men.  Unattainable and unrealistic for most during this lifetime.  At the current time, a heavy burden lies on your shoulders and a direction needs to be fixed.  Rely on your intuition and keep your goals in mind as you seek assistance from others.  In the future I view wide eyes, and feel a deep intake of breath.  The realisation dawns on you, a planetary city, a planetary scope.  A viewpoint far exceeding your own.

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

An Atmosphere of Tension

A bright ray of sunshine unfolds upon green grass.  I see shrubbery and trees around me.  Quiet stillness pierces the scene creating an atmosphere of tension.  I see you hiding behind greenery and shrubs, blending in with that around you.  I hear a quiet intake of breath as your eyes dart around.  Waiting.  Silently.  Patiently.  Waiting for the moment to kill.  Your quarry is the gentle deer.  Tentatively, it steps into your field of vision.  There is an infinite space of time as each of you carefully and warily turn your heads to one another.  A space of time in which your hunting skill will be tested.  Precarious steps are made by the deer, relying on instinct to quickly flee, but in no moment too soon, the beautiful animal is struck down by your arrow.  A triumph of man’s skill over the instincts of the deer.

This is the Middle Ages.  1600’s.  Europe.  A robber baron, one of many, utilising your connections with rich landowners around you to further your own personal agenda, hunting for pleasure.

I take energy from the Great Galactic Sun.  This I place on the ground in a circle around you.  I am able to see your chakras.   Your crown chakra is wide open, an expansive blue light emanates.  It feels like deep, quiet space.  The blue light illuminates and shines.  Your third eye revolves and spins.  At times affording you visions of splendour which you routinely dismiss as your imagination working overtime.  Your throat chakra feels rough, raw.  You, as an individual are heard but only after a significant amount of persuasion on your side.  Your heart chakra spins vibrantly as colours flick off of it.  These colours are reflected in that which you see around you.  “When you focus on your heart-space, a deep seated love is found here.   This you must share with All around you.”  At your solar plexus, I feel a solid strength.  Someone who possesses a deep knowledge of why you are here.  This strength is reflected in that which you accomplish, nothing is without reason.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a churning motion.  A change, a want and need for change.  At your base chakra, I feel a sensation as if you are gently floating above the ground.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You are lying on the forest floor looking up into a cloudy blue sky.  There are angels and several guides around you.  Archangel Michael’s presence is felt, his love and protection guiding you.  The Ascended Master Lord Maitreya is here, helping you balance your own intellectual thinking through acceptance of the metaphysical, encouraging you to be aware of who you really are.  Much love and support here.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your life is marked by the seasons.  Your preoccupation with hunting and controlling the land leads eventually to deep disappointment.  You ultimately must abide by rules laid out by others, rules which you were not privy to nor empowered to intervene with and change.  Circles moving above your station in life rotate and move whether wanted or not.  Your own dominance and power is brought into question.  At the present time, I feel collusion, intrigue and negligence moving in circles near you.  Though you have personally distanced yourself from this, nevertheless, you are affected.  In the future, I see a wide acreage, blooming flower pots.  All is well.

End of Reading