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Past Life Readings

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Through An Hourglass

A vast arid landscape emerges in the distance. Scorching hot, dry air swirls and falls as sweltering heat rises. Time flows steadily through an hourglass, twisting and evading the imperceptible downward trickle of sand. Languor is pervasive. Ancient Egypt, circa 1500 BC.

Water lashes a sandy marshy shore where lithe green stalks stretch out to greet the sunlight. Wind blowing in from the north…

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An Arrow Full of Hostility

An Arrow Full of Hostility

A most dry landscape, arid and parched, the sky is a vivid orange. The land stretches out into the distance. Dust lingers in the lurid light. A young woman with her back as straight as an arrow stands to the right, she gazes intently into the distance. Her long black hair extends straight down her back. The fine dust teases, unwilling to settle back onto the ground. The light in the sky turns to…

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Tales of Old

Two women deep in conversation stand close to each other. One has a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. The calendar, a cycle of seasons, is being discussed with the placement of spiritual days. The younger girl listens solemnly as the older woman recites the ceremonial days to come. Both women have long dark hair falling around their shoulders. This is North America, 16th century.…

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Lotus Root Ponds

Lotus root ponds in a small lot, an allotment, are seen in the distance. It’s harvest time for lotus. Roots will be dug up, dried and then ground and packaged neatly in square folds of paper. Blossom jam stands next to the paper squares. A woman keeps a tidy house, spare and clean. She is demure, her plain kimono reflects a natural fastidiousness and is modest in appearance. This is the Meiji…

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The Patron Goddess

A solemn procession is viewed where funerary rites are given. Chanting is heard that transcends the Earth, creating an absolute spiritual transformation. Mortar and pestle grind herbs, a thick mixture laced with oil, an ointment to be used for soothing bodily aches and pains. The scent holds as much or more importance than the medicinal properties of the herbs themselves. You crush as you utter…

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Salvo. Salvo.

© IWM (Q 13285) Clicks are heard. Hardened steel, flint is loaded and drawn. Fire! A volley of shots rage abruptly with an unbearable noise. Dust, heat, and water droplets evaporate in the distance creating a hazy outline, a mirage that shimmers like glass. Beads of sweat form on your brow. You are part of the 3rd regiment, a cavalry unit. A dead body is seen, its eyes rolled back in its head.…

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An argument has broken out between two brothers. Heated words are heard as a man steps purposefully away and walks into the distance. Harsh sounds and tones resonate behind him moving from a high to low pitch.

He boldly strides away from the confrontation, loudly enunciating his words with anger, each vowel extended in order to exert his will. He will not be swayed or pushed instead he chooses to remain steadfast with his own notions of trade, ledgers, and movement.

A black raven turns its head. On the vast eastern steppe of Inner Mongolia a camp is set up, a tented circle spanning a wide distance. This is China around the 13th century.

Biting winds carry grass seeds far and wide. The tents are secure from the brazen wind. Clouds litter the sky, allowing the sun quick moments of respite. Feelings of intense hostility are sensed. Each brother holds an uncompromising position neither willing to budge and their anger is directed towards each other. A change in burdens and responsibilities is met with animosity. Both men refuse to concede.

Hundreds of horses gallop across a wide plain. The strong gusts of wind lift and carry the seeds further afield, moving, dispersing, and creating ripples of change. Trade in grain, highly valued and needed, is part of the change. One brother, his tunic fitting loosely around him, refuses to allow his brother to take control. The concept of self-determination lies deeply within his heart and he will not submit to coercion.

The distant horizon stretches as far as the eye can see. The solid earth trembles in sonorous pounding waves as horses, multitudes of them, are seen moving across the plain. Muscular with a short stature, they appear strong and robust. North, South, East, West, the animals move together with the wind and the grass, forever seeking the sweet grass.

Nomadic tribes moving as the wind does, changing direction and following the horses. You are one with your horse. Precision and controlled movement is swift as the wind and feared by many. A raid, a territorial dispute, and a push for more control causes two brothers to be unwilling to compromise and cede authority, creating a rift within the clan.

This argument will result in a division between the two, each seeking their own self-interest. Words are heard as fire symbols catch the sky: devaluation, proceeds, marking objects for trade, glass beads, animal hides, sky bear and the mountain people. There is a complete disregard for one another. The spring rains will soon come to quench the dry lands. A rain of agonies, tearing down what is around them and forcing each man to comply with the will of the other. Consequences of this event will lead to many dead with tempers raging and seething among the living.

I see beautiful ribbons of white light from the Great Galactic Sun flood the plains. Horses continue to move agilely across the steppe. I watch light energy instantly flow into the emotional and spiritual side of you and observe your chakras. The light moves to your base chakra. It spins, balanced and grounded with the physical world around you. At your sacral chakra an uneven spin leads to a slight imbalance where you perceive yourself in connection to Spirit. At your solar plexus chakra, light moves broadly and swiftly outwards. Your heart chakra spins, casting an immense and ever widening brilliant light outward. A deep love, humility, and reverence are felt here. At your throat chakra, a slight tightness is felt where emotional communication or expression is hindered. Your third eye chakra is wide open, allowing clear intuition, insight and wisdom. From your crown chakra, a massive expanse of light imbuing a higher perception and connection with all that is.

I ask your guides and angels to kindly appear before me. You stand furthest forward and your guides assemble behind you. A leather helmet covers your head. Leather flaps hanging from your loose trousers, a leather belt is tooled with geometric designs. Your legs astride, your hands and arms placed with their full weight upon a sword. The beautiful light of Archangel Gabriel, the messenger, appears around you, helping to enhance communication and creativity while balancing energy levels. The Ascended Master Sanat Kumara is also felt around you, aiding in the realization that with a raised consciousness thoughts are real and can form in other dimensions.

I ask to see a current timeline from the past into the future. That which you have been building in the recent past is firmly established with a strong and solid foundation. The Universe can now give back to you, but realize that nothing remains stagnant and the winds of change are always at your door. At the present time inner strength is within you to complete what you may have been working on. By accessing inner reserves of discipline and perseverance, you can achieve your desired outcome. In the future there is spiritual awakening, clarity and truth. As you evaluate the past and lessons you’ve learned, you will be able to forgive, accept and heal so that you can move forward in a balanced way. Trust what you know to be true and understand that what was once not obvious can now be realized and understood.

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A Black Raven An argument has broken out between two brothers. Heated words are heard as a man steps purposefully away and walks into the distance.

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Gates of the Abbey

Gates of the Abbey

A limitless expanse of darkness stretches out before me. Gradual tones of blue crease onto the tight edge of blackness as stars tumble forth, their exquisite light ignited in brilliant gold. The painted sky of an illuminated church manuscript. Stars glitter and beckon in the night sky. Colours seep onto the page in rich blues and golden yellows. Although the stars depicted are decorative and two…

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Cowslips and Daisies

A bright green pasture full of cowslips and daisies basks under an intense blue sky. I watch butterflies wink coquettishly and display an alluring flash of colour when I hear the word, “Scarborough.”  This pasture is used as common grazing land.  A shuddering din and clang, noises from a mine extracting precious minerals are heard at another distant location, linked together here by a road.   You…

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The Winds, the Sun, and the Sea

The Winds, the Sun, and the Sea

A mature woman with long, dark brown hair and almond shaped eyes appears before me.  The woman is beguiling and full of feminine graces.  She leads me through a cavernous passageway lit, occasionally, with oil lamps.  An island with natural caves and the crystal clear waters of the Aegean Sea create a peaceful, natural environment for an idyllic, secluded altar.  Poseidon is worshipped here. …

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A Calico Print Dress

A Calico Print Dress

A Native American Indian woman clutches a young girl’s hand. Above them, spacious, blue open skies stretch wide over the horizon. A close heat is felt, the oppressive heat of summer. Dressed in a calico print dress, the girl is forcefully dragged away; she must run in order to keep pace with the woman. Prairie schooners are seen in the distance. This is North America sometime during the mid…

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Golden Chrysalides

I just want to share this vision that was shown to me this morning. Many, here on Earth, are entering Golden Chrysalides, stepping into energetic golden circles. I watched them enter with arms outstretched, much as the Vitruvian Man standing inside his perfect circle. Some chose to crouch down, just as The Thinker, analysing their current condition. Each person seemed to physically incorporate…

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A Reversal of Fortunes

A Reversal of Fortunes

A bright day unfolds with clear blue skies.  Wheat fields are almost ready to be shorn and barley has been cut, leaving only stubble behind in fields. The murmur of birds is heard in the distance.  An unexpected intruder interrupts the scene.  Northmen, having gathered in groups, descend upon the fields; ruthless arrogance is felt among them.  A clamour of villagers seeks their closest kin,…

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A Voyage of Discovery

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…

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An Unacceptable Match

Loud words are heard; a vivid argument has broken out.  A young man, whose future has been precisely mapped out, argues with his mother.  His will against hers, a struggle that he will eventually lose.  Societal precepts, fervent religious dogma and expectations of one’s class dictate and form life around you, allowing for little deviation.  All follow strict guidelines and rules laid out before…

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A Battle Has Commenced

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…

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The Winds of Change

The Winds of Change

I see a tribal man from the South Pacific yelling loudly, intensely, piercing.  His face bright red from the effort.  Cowrie shells swing on his body.  Out of breath, he tries his utmost to convey a message of alert.  It goes unheeded and scatters to the winds.  Sharply tipped spears adorned with feathers fly before my eyes, harnessing speed, distance and flight.  You thrust your arm sharply…

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