Monday, November 29, 2010
Let me continue… you live your lives everyday bombarded by news, which is really olds because it has already happened and in fact hasn’t been news for a long long time…. you keep hearing the same story, in a different format, being repeated over and over and over again. You’ve heard the term “history repeats itself”? Well consider that history being that which has gone before does not have to be old in order for it to repeat itself. And this seems to have been a sure thing where those who would like to distract you are concerned, for in their successful efforts to distract you they have distracted you to the point where you no longer acknowledge the fact that the history that keeps repeating itself is recent because you are so distracted by these things that handicap you, that burry you in worry, that you have no concept of what is “real” anymore.
No, quite in fact you are now being lied to with “made up” history that keeps repeating itself. How crafty!
Take a look around and ask yourselves, how much of what you see happening in your world today resonates the truth to you? How much more outlandish, yet just upon the edge of believable do they have to get before everything will click into place for you, that these things just are not real. How could they be? Remember how it was when you were a child? Do you ever remember such things happening in the world back then? And it wasn’t just because no one was reporting what was happening, it was because in fact there was no reason to fabricate lies to keep you in fear. Today, at the very moment that I am dictating this to this channel, however, there is a very good reason for fabricating things to keep you in fear.
You, We, Earth Herself, and in fact all of Creation is on a threshold of salvation of sorts - not salvation wherein someone will come in at the last moment and rescue you, but rather you yourselves will be the catalyst for help by helping yourselves, by rising above the din that currently drowns out the call of your Higher Selves to align with them and step up to an existence of Love and Joy based Living. It is in the best interest of those who distract you to keep you in fear, for through the distraction of fear Love is but a distant whisper. Listen… it’s calling you. Love is calling you - each and every one of you.
Just imagine for a moment one ecstatic feeling deep inside you and how it fills every corner of your being, body, mind, heart and soul. Then imagine that feeling spreading beyond the confines of yourself to the person standing nearest you, and from them to the person standing nearest them and on and on into infinity until every person on the face of the Planet is feeling that warm fuzzy feeling that can only be Love… And there will ALWAYS be enough to go around. It starts with Loving yourself, and like a candle flame lighting another candle, it gets passed on and on and on, until the whole World is alight in Love.
Did it occur to you that perhaps this is already happening? That even though it is not on exactly a grandiose scale, but that people all over the Planet are awakening to what True Unconditional Love really is and that we can give it out not having to worry about whether we’ll get anything in return because the Wellspring of this Love Source is right inside you all the time, just waiting for you to take a nice long draught of its pure clear and refreshing Energy?
This is happening, again even as I am dictating this message to this channel. And in fact I hereby infuse this message with this feeling of Love so that each and every one of you even if you have never felt it before and even of those of you who will never read this message will know exactly what it feels like… Can you feel it now? Its powerful isn’t it?! (smile) I knew you’d like it! I haven’t met a One of you yet who isn’t completely captivated by it!!
Carry it forward with you!! Light the candle of the person standing next to you!! Let it spread like wildfire from now throughout all eternity, because it is by the Light of this Love that you will make to see your way clear of the confusion, of the distractions that you have been besotted with in your everyday lives!! Let the Power of Love Be your Everyday Life and you will NEVER have to live in fear again!! Ever!!
I AM Archangel Michael and I send you such profound feelings of True Unconditional Love to spread forth into the World. Make a habit of it! (smile)
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Not long after I moved to the East Coast I had another "memory"; a full blown "vision" of being in a past life. In the vision I was a young girl, probably early to mid-teens, a scullery maid working in the kitchens of a land baron somewhere in Europe - I'm not sure of the time period however, I looked up castle pictures on the internet and found one in Belarus (Lida Castle) that gives me a shiver when I look at it...
I do remember that the baron had a thing for me, of which his advances I rebuffed as best I could. I'm nearly certain that I was beaten and raped multiple times while in the service of that particular person. He was a madman, quite literally. I can remember very clearly at one point exiting a section of hallway in one section of the wall that surrounded the castle, and heading across a mostly empty central courtyard to the one of the towers. Once inside I did whatever it was that I had gone there to do... there was a loud commotion in the courtyard ... everyone left and went to where the commotion was coming from, except for me. I stayed put for some reason. Then I worked my way back around via inside corridors to where I had initially exited the wall to cross the courtyard (which as I recall, as a servant/slave was totally against the rules but I must have felt I could get away with it since no one was around).
I think I must've forgotten something because I went to the same door to cross the courtyard again to go back to the tower, and there before me in the courtyard lay a veritable carnage... an utter blood bath. The baron for some unknown reason, had ordered everyone to be slaughtered... hmmm. The baron's guardsmen/men-at-arms saw me, but for some reason they just stood and stared at me as if they were seeing a ghost or something... maybe it was beyond their comprehension that anyone had escaped the slaughter... maybe they were too abashed at the thought that they'd missed one... but interestingly enough they let me go. Horrified, I had to cross the courtyard again to get to where I could pass through the gate and escape... one of the guardsmen actually escorted me. Cover in blood - yes it was that bad even just walking through it - I left the castle grounds.
Fast forward to present day:
One morning this spring... probably in April or May (2010), after loving each other, Michael and I were lying side by side, very close, touching... he was on his side partly overlapping me as I lay on my back. My arm was outstretched, palm open and facing up. His hand was nestled partially closed in my open palm. He pressed his lips up against my cheek and kissed me and then said in a very soft voice "Here, I wanted you to have this..." and then from his hand into my open palm I felt something materialize. I could distinctly feel a string of beads laying neatly in my palm, all coiled up. I sat up and opened my palm and holding onto one end of the string of beads let its length fall from my hand.
It looked like a very old/antique rosary... or some kind of prayer beads. Each bead was about 1cm across, round, and made out of some kind of light red colored stone... I wanted to say garnet, maybe... the string, doubled, hanging from my hand might have measured about 16 to 18 inches, and there was a rough hewn cross made of what looked like tortoise shell hanging from it. Hmmm... okay well it didn't look like any rosary I'd ever seen before (it lacked all the little medals and spacer beads that are used in more modern rosaries; so you can keep your place while you're praying I guess you wouldn't want to say more than you need to now, LOL), yet I was nearly certain that this is what it was intended to be. Why was he giving it to me? I'd never prayed the rosary, well not since I was a little kid anyway... I looked at it and then I looked at him and I said, "This is really sweet and thoughtful of you, and I really appreciate the sentiment, but I don't now, nor have I ever really prayed the rosary." I took it at put it over his head and hung it around his neck and I said "Maybe it would be better if you kept it for me..." and he said, "No, I want you to have it. I will go well with the other one I gave you."
Well, by this time I'm getting really confused ... what other one? I insisted that he keep it, but he was very insistent also repeating "but it will go well with the other one I gave you..." he continued "It's yours, it belongs to you and I'm returning it to you". Okay, it's mine, he's returning it to me and it will go well with the other one that he gave me??? So, I'm thinking really hard and trying to figure out what he's trying to tell me... I only have two rosaries - a red one that my best friend bought for me at an estate sale, and a blue one that I found.....
OH MY! Yes, I remember the day that I found the other one... during the same time period that I was going through my separation and divorce (in the Spring of 1997 - 13 years prior)... I believe it was after the second time that I had asked Michael to leave and not to come back (for those of you who don't know this story, I'll be including it in my "About Me" section in the near future). I was out shopping at the local mall to buy myself some new clothes because I had lost so much weight that my old clothes were literally falling off me. It had rained that afternoon, and as I went back out to my car after I made my purchases, I saw something glinting on the pavement just outside my driver's side door. I wasn't going to bother with it at first thinking that someone had discarded a piece of broken jewelry, or perhaps it had broken and fallen off the person and they never noticed. But ever the treasure hunter that I am, I decided to take a closer look and there laying on the ground half in a puddle of water was this rosary.
I picked it up. It was completely intact. I looked around but there weren't any cars or even people near my car. And I thought that it was strange that anyone would just drop their rosary like that and not notice it... especially one like that. The beads were little pale blue glass hearts each with a cross stamped in the middle of it, and a sterling silver crucifix hanging from it.... Yes... I remembered now.
I still have that rosary. I didn't know what to think... I kind of still don't know what to think. But there it is, plain as day. What a precious relic.
|This is the actual rosary that I found...|
So I took your hand and off we shot across the sky like two stars falling up. Up, up and over in a Grand Arc northward we flew, coming to rest in the sky, over the top of a glorious, deep blue lake.