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Healing and More

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What you missed in the last episode:  Triggered by a Twin Flame friend.

Okay, just a quick update on that one. What I did was to do Reiki on myself and incorporate the healing codes for forgiveness, betrayal, to clear negativity and for a windfall. And, indeed, I felt a this heaviness lift from me. The “windfall” came too because while I was doing it, a text came in.  I ignored it at that time because it was interrupting my session, but when I read it, it was confirmation that the money I needed to support my application was on its way.

So I did open my heart again to my TF friend. Early this morning, we took part in a prerequisite healing session for our upcoming Light Language Workshop course. That was at 1:30am, my time, and I wasn’t surprised that I was having technical glitches right before it. Seriously, it’s like there’s an entity or what that doesn’t want me to come into my full power, and I kind of sensed that I think which is why I loaded up on my mobile wifi devices. I was looking forward to the video conference call because I was on pretty decent Fiber Internet but, no, today, of all days, it goes down for the first time ever. Not even a slowdown in bandwidth; it totally didn’t connect. Good thing, redundancy measures were in place.

Anyway, onto the healing proper.  There was just three of us. My TF friend and this other woman. For the Twins in the group, most of the stuff we had to clear were past life issues.  My TF friend — dangit, I have to give her a name, at some point, ya know? — was an elder in a tribal village and was the repository of wisdom of that village.  Her soul shock came when the Annunaki obliterated her whole village, killing all the women and children, and her too.

As for me, one of my biggest soul traumas came from these people who double-crossed me.  They took my son from me and made me sign a contract that turned over my land and power, and whatever else, making me believe that if I did that — which I did — my son would be back safely in my arms.  But the double crossing motherfuckers still killed him anyway.

And this resonates with me.  Some readers have told me before that I’d already lost a child which didn’t make sense at the time since I’ve never been pregnant in this lifetime.  Then, it also explains why I’ve been writing poems about my unborn child or something like that when I was younger.

So that voidable contract has been ripped to shreds and burned. It wasn’t my fault he died. I think I will still have to continue forgiving myself for that.

Another thing that was mentioned in regards to me was that some of my soul fragments have been taken by a man every time we’ve engaged in sexual intercourse.  Now, I’m not quite clear if that happened in a past life or in this one.  If it was in this one, it’s kind of difficult to pin the whodunnit part down since I’ve had that woman whore phase in my life.

There was another thing too.  At one point in time, the back of my head was hurting. They said that there was a big ass stick speared through my Pineal Gland from my back which was interfering with me accessing my Third Eye and all that.  The stake went out through my back. So everyone in the group helped in  removing that and I did feel a clearing after.  It’s like when you take a piece of barbecue out of the skewer and there’s hole in a that piece of meat.

Anyway, Chris of Merakilight, already told me before that I’d been abducted by aliens as a child and this was why I have difficulty accessing memories.  I feel that there’s a program installed for me to continually not remember my life experiences. I meant to bring that up during the healing session but the entire session was distracted by the other participant who had scores of other issues to be healed. For discussion’s sake, let’s call her Doodie.

So, during introductions, Doodie says that she’s taken all sort of healing modality certifications, whatever was out there.  For the RMT certification that both me and my TF friend have, she probably has 5 more. BUT, despite that, she had difficulty healing herself and, intuitively, I felt that all her life she has been plagued with disempowerment, loneliness and unhappiness. It’s like she’s been trying to hard to ascend that she’s practically latched onto the new age bandwagon, but there’s this anchor keeping her to where she’s stuck. I’m intuiting it’s because she’s continually stuck on the external. Possibly TF friend and I have advanced rapidly precisely because we are twin flames.

Many times during the session I have tried to stifle blurting out in laughter because, much as I empathize with her condition, her heavy breathing through the microphone was making me crack up and snapping me out of the “zone” I was in.

Anyway, at some point during the session, we were asked to visualize our future selves, fully empowered and in full possession of our gifts.  I saw myself clearly, and I was beautiful, sexy, tangibly abundant and, best of all, happy with my Twin Flame by my side. And you bet your ass I merged with “her”. That vision of her/me + the words of Starsoul Tarot — better than you ever imagined — echoing in the background, that was just pure awesomeness. I know there’s a better word for it, but just add superlatives to those in your head, lol.

And I’m going to end this on that note, a decidedly high one. 🙂

 

 

Past Life Meditation

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I purchased these new crystals so I was excited to work with them.  One of them was a Tibetan Quartz crystal which helps in accessing and remembering past lives.

So I gear up to meditate, I use the Divine Codes for accessing past lives and healing them, and the second I close my eyes, BAM! I feel this big energy vortex.

I wasn’t feeling too hot to begin with because I called in sick at work — major downloads give me the flu — and I couldn’t stay sitting up.  I had to lay down.  And what came to me were images, sort of like a montage. I was slipping in and out of consciousness though until I finally fell asleep, but the images I remember (while conscious) were strange.

I think I was Mary Magdalene in my past life. Either that, or I was her BFF and saw the events happening around her. In any case, it felt like “her”.  It started with a vision of me kneeling by the river. I was wearing a white shroud.  Next, I could feel the pain of being stoned.  Next shot, I was in Christ’s tomb — as in entering and discovering his body wasn’t there.

At that point, slipping in and out of consciousness again, then this time, visions of aliens peering at me, as if I was in a sick bed and doctor’s (aliens though) examining me. One of them spoke and it came across as English and they were explaining that that was why I was made to forget, to have very little memories.

Anyway, this is so bizarre I’m ready to file it under “delusion”. But I shall seek for answers again. Maybe I’m just associating her with my harlot past and now having been “cleansed”.

In the meantime, there are the aliens and the very few memories that they’ve left me with.

The Day That Wasn’t Like All Others

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Three days has passed since *that* day.  I’ve been wanting to write about it, but simply didn’t have time in the midst of juggling other obligations.  Just today, I was a reader at our office anniversary mass; was part of the dance presentation which was hiphop; rushed to get bargains at my favorite stores end of season sales, and now, having coffee at my favorite cafe, pondering how to finance myself for the rest of the month until payday because I shopped most of it.

I also don’t really care that I spent most of my salary already since it’s my birthday month.  Then again, I already threw a party, bought myself a ton of electronic stuff, bought branded bags like I was hording them, so really, today’s shopping spree was excessive. I really don’t need any more clothes really.  What I have to do is get back in shape to fit in them all.

Okay, enough of the introduction. Let’s get to the meat of the matter which was *that* day, but first, a little context — prior to that day, I had been ruminating on whether or not I was going to make contact (in 3D) with my twin.  In fact, the morning of that day, I asked for a sign from my higher self and spiritual team what I should do.

When I got home, I perused new offerings by lightworkers in YouTube and, one of the most accurate lightworkers, an Italian woman named Rita, had posted a video of her recent channeling directed to female energies in a Twin Flame relationship.  Spirit’s message was that the female energies had to send a message to their masculine twins to help them heal; that the masculine energy had a block that was hindering union because he was still absorbed with hurt, pain, brought on by a relationship with his karmic.  Spirit said that the message should show our love for our twin, that we should  not fear being rejected again (which, in my case, was precisely why I had decided to contact him never), and that since we were doing it in the spirit of unconditional love, whatever the male twin’s decision would be — whether he decides to ignore the letter, respond to it, decide that he wanted to continue the rest of his life journey alone (she even said that he was telling himself, “I deserve to be alone,”  but she said that was wrong and he was mistaken). He needed to hear something from the divine feminines, some encouragement, because his block was so deep. We were further instructed to tell the masculines what we wanted — out of life, out of a relationship with him, etc.

I took that as the answer to my question. In fact, the timing was perfect, just after my birthday, so it wouldn’t seem so out of the blue that I was writing down a shopping list of what I wanted out of my life.  So immediately after watching that video, I set about writing him an email. It was difficult. Not what I wanted to say which flowed quite easily, but the knowing that this was something I needed to do to help him heal regardless of the outcome, and that outcome might possibly be rejection again.

It turned out to be a nice letter. I told him I forgave him.  I told him about my own healing journey.  And I told him about how I imagined my life to be once I got to this age. There was no blame placed upon him. I managed to make it sound like I wasn’t guilting him into anything, and I was even funny in parts.  In closing, I wished him well, and I wished healing upon him, that he would be able to look past failures and disappointments to see what other opportunities and suprises the Universe has in store for him.

After a few minutes composing myself after have sobbed like a baby, I took to my cards.  I meant to ask just if I did the right thing, if sending the email wasn’t a mistake.  When I was doing the soul mantra and connecting to the higher powers, something else happened — and this is where it gets weird.

With my eyes closed in meditation, I saw through my mind’s eye blue and pink mini-rays shooting towards me. They weren’t like the divine rays which would stream, most often, in a constant column. Instead, they were like light saber bullets being shot from a gun in a Star Wars flick.

Next shot, I saw myself, possibly in another lifetime.  I was a young girl, blonde, in a dress, maybe 6-7 years old, playing in a meadow near my home (which I knew to be a cottage). It wasn’t set in this day and age which is why I think it was from a past life. Then, Mother Mary, in gold and white, called to me, and I followed her.  I looked like when a child is following and looking at a balloon flying away, I was smiling and running towards her.

When we got to a distance, Mother Mary turned to face me, but she changed
aspects. She looked more like the Madonna and Child (sans the child), wearing a blue veil.  She spoke to me. I don’t  quite remember what she said in this part, but that it was comforting. (I will try to remember more of it later, but I just want the events of that day written down)  After Mother Mary delivered her message, she rained down on me etheric escarchas.  My head was turned towards the skies as I received this blessing — blue, pink, gold.

When the divine shower of escarchas ended, I looked back up at Mother Mary. This time, her Sacred Heart was burning.  I sensed another energy approaching, and slowly, Jesus Christ came into my field of vision.  I was surprised to see him, and I even asked, “Jesus, is that really you?”  He answered, yes, and proceeded to tell me his message (again, more details on this as soon as I get this story out).

Both of the proceeded to tell me — and this is where it gets controversial — that the Twin Hearts image of Mother Mary and Jesus in the Catholic faith, was supposed to be  Jesus, and his Twin Flame, Mary Magdalene. But since the institution was intent on not recognizing Mary Magdalene as Jesus’ spouse and divine partner incarnated here on Earth, they replaced her depiction in the Twin Hearts icon with that of Mother Mary since that was the narrative church officials wanted to propagate, but that ought to be Mary Magdalene.

After telling me that, both Mary & Jesus gave me a blessing. I’m still not certain of what they bestowed on me — I’m still figuring that part out — but they “left” soon after.

I went on to do a reading for myself, and nothing strange came out of that. I went back to my computer to decompress and then, out of the blue, I heard a strange pained sound coming from Maximus (my dog). It wasn’t the usual wheezing or a hacking cough whenever he wants to clear his throat. In fact, it was the very first time that I heard that sound coming from him and I panicked.  Alarmed, I quickly searched for the Healing Code to clear respiratory passages. As with my healing sessions, I called on Archangel Rafael and Mother Mary to help, and, after that I called on Lord Arcturus and the Arcturians to multiply Maximus’ light quotient by 100%.

The help came quick and lightning fast. Five minutes hadn’t passed when I sensed Maximus’ energy change.  Instead of just laying down and waiting for the session to be over — even when being groomed, he would wait until I declare that it’s “Finished!” before he moves — he lept up and showered me with kisses.  I kept on asking, “Are you okay already?” Kisses again, in response.  Then, in a perfectly synchronized motion, all three dogs in my room whipped their head towards  the closed door in my bedroom leading to the balcony. Then, they gave out a tentative bark.  Not the kind of bark they give when some stray tomcat decides to rendevous in the balcony, or the frenzied warning bark when a stranger is there. This was different.

It was then that I realized, “Oh, my God! They’re here!” The Arcturians were actually outside my balcony. There were around five or six of them, just peering as if they could see through the closed door.  Then, even though I knew that they came in peace, I felt frightened a bit because they might take Maximus with them. Still, I did call for help and they did come so it  would  be so ungracious of me  to ask them to leave. So I talked to them — and here is where it gets weird again.  I was speaking in light language. I don’t know if it was real light language or I was just making it up, but it sounded like light language, it was accompanied by hand gestures, and some of it was “tonal” and was sung.

I introduced Maximus, thanked them for their help.  And I was even pausing at times to hear their responses which were immediately translated. I mean, I didn’t actually hear them speak audibly or even in my mind’s eye, but my heart understood what they were saying in English.  I did explain that the dogs were scared because they were unfamiliar with them, and they left soon after, save one who found Maximus cute and adorable and he stayed on a bit longer than the rest, but I could feel nothing but affection from that energy.

This wasn’t the first time that I called upon Lord Arcturus and the Arcturians, but it was the first time they actually paid a visit. Lord Arcturus wasn’t present though so I feel this was a sent contingent.  I also feel that it was because of the urgency of my call that they decided to show up. It was like I put out a gigantic bat signal up in the heavens, a 911 call that couldn’t be ignored. However, the whole experience was so out of this world (pun intended) that I was doubting my own sanity. Was I making this up in my head? Did this really happen? I decided to sleep on it, since by then, I was already emotionally drained.

The next morning, I got my answer. When I opened up my Facebook, the first picture that I saw was that of aliens peering curiously at something, just like I imagined them to be doing at the time. And this wasn’t a picture of your commercialized X-Files aliens either. They looked exactly how they appeared to me in my mind’s eye depicted in a picture I had never seen before. I am still incredulous despite the validation and although they have never given me  reason to be anxious, my human ego is still fearful that they will take Maximus with them. You can blame all the sci-fi movies and the Annunaki for the invasion paranoia.

So there you have it — Twin Flame challenge hurdled, past life childhood memories, and visions of both Mama Mary and Jesus, blessed with escarchas and a secret (only because I have yet to figure it out) blessing, and a close encounter with aliens all in one day.

So,how was your day?