It means I can recognise and travel to other dimensions of space. Some of these dimensions exist in my own World of I. Some of them exist outside of that container. Some are weirdly alien, and hard for the human mind to grasp. Some are familiar. (more…)
How does the Soul choose the correct body to be able to live out it’s life purpose?
The 9 once gave me an answer to this question as a download of images. I have asked them to put it all into words for you now.
The birth process for a Soul all begins in the last life journey. When you die on Earth, there is a process you go through that many religions old and new have described. But it isn’t a harsh judgement process. That would imply that emotions come into play, and this is not the case. It is akin to going through a checklist, and ticking off the lessons learnt, or a grading of an exam paper, to see what you learned and what needs to be revisited.
Every week I do a LIVE in my Magical Community of I free Facebook Group. I always ask people what they want me to talk about, and this week I was asked to speak about why the moon effects our sleep patterns, especially at the time of writing, when many seem to be suffering disturbed sleep. I was also keen to ask why the lunar new year seemed to be an intense tie for many.
I was prompted to ask the 9 the following questions, which I then talked about on the LIVE. You can watch it by joining the group.
Why are so many of us suffering from sleep loss or disrupted sleep patterns right now?
Helian nodded in agreement. ‘How far are we from a town?’
Zorbel pursed his lips and frowned, looking at some imaginary map that sat in the air in front of him. ‘If we go back to the road, only about five leagues I reckon. Myself and Farron could go and get what we need. If we are following dragons, it’s unlikely we will get many nights in a proper bed.’
‘And the further North we go, the sooner we will meet winter,’ Helian said. ‘Although I expect we will be heading west again soon enough.’
‘Can you get a map as well please,’ Petra added. ‘I prefer to know where I am. I have never been this far North before.’
Zorbel stood and wiped his hands on his breeches, dusting off a few crumbs.
‘You forgot some,’ Kintra said with a grin, ‘In your beard.’
The big man stroked through his beard with both hands and then leant down for her to inspect further.
‘All gone. You are presentable now!’
Zorbel nodded and beckoned to Farron.
‘Anything other than the obvious supplies anyone?’ Farron asked, bending to kiss her head.
‘If you come across an apothecary get me a basic first aid kit. I am out of some essentials,’ Petra said.
The two men left, and Kintra busied herself making more tea for everyone. (more…)
There are times when spiritual experiences can seem a little like taking drugs…you experience a psychedelic high, meet amazing beings, know complete freedom, see the big picture….and then you drop back down into the heavy frequency of Earth. It can be a plummet for the emotions and mind.
I often find I want to share everything I have found out, after all that’s why I go off travelling in these different dimensions. And my new knowledge falls on deaf ears. Or very few people see and understand what I am talking about. It is a lonely place, this 5D reality! This is when my emotions can really take a pounding if I am not alert to them.
But I don’t give in. I learnt long ago that my findings ARE important for the greater good, and people do catch up. And more and more people are awakening to their own sovereignty, their own spiritual journey and seeing the big picture, or re-membering who they are. (more…)
The campfire crackled throwing off sparks that sizzled out on the damp grass. They sat huddled under blankets. Helian had promised to explain himself once they stopped for the night. Now they stared at him expectantly.
‘Kintra, do you have the book?’
She nodded reaching her arm out from underneath the blanket. The night air was cold. Autumn was on its way. She handed the book to Petra, who handed it to Vlarimar, who hesitated, staring at the cover, before handing it to Helian.
‘There’s a passage in this book I want to read to you.’ He flicked through a few pages, leaning into the fire’s light. ‘The book is about Earth Magic. It’s meant to be used as a student’s guide, while studying with a Master. It’s been invaluable to me. I also possess WildFire. This book, and the Stone you now have, Kintra, have taught me how to control it. To a point.’
A log fell, rolling out of the fire towards Kintra. She jumped and gazed at the flames lapping its edges. Farron kicked it back into the pit. Sparks flew as it tumbled over the edge. Not from the log, but within her body. The Wildfire listened. Helian was staring at her again, talking to her. She could feel him. (more…)
I love silence. Not just when meditating, but when sitting alone, or lying in bed.
Last night I sat at our spare bedroom window, which was wide open to a very cold and frosty night. There is a hill behind us, arable land, where deer roam on their way to woodland, pheasants and partridge mingle with rooks, crows and squawking seagulls. Once I spotted a hare, though that is a rare sight. Above it all red kite circle, and at night its the hunting ground of tawny owls.
The sky was clear, December 30th 2020…the year no one expected, the year I will always think of as the Chaotic Awakening. It was a full moon and the stars were only visible out of the bright light, that wonderful, atmospheric, magical white blue light of a winter moon. (more…)
Kintra stopped and raised her eyebrows at the question.
Farron grinned. ‘Sorry, not a question to ask a lady? I’m just beginning to realise how little I know about you.’
‘How old do you think I am?’
He appraised her. ‘It’s hard to pinpoint. Sometimes you look as innocent as a young girl and other times as wise as a crone.’
‘Wise? Ha! I wish I felt wise.’ They continued walking, although she noticed both had slowed their pace as they neared the Inn. Back to reality, she thought. ‘What age are you? I always put you at twenty-five. But you can’t have been twenty-five for three years.’
He squeezed her hand. ‘I was twenty-five when we met.’
‘I was nineteen.’
‘That was a round about way to find out your age!’
She shrugged and gave him a sideways look. Then she stopped. ‘Do we have to go back yet?’
He glanced towards the market square and the large clock on the guild hall. ‘We do need to sit down with everyone and decide what to do next. Although it’s too late to leave here today.’
She tugged his arm, walking backwards. ‘Then there’s no rush.’
‘Kintra…’ She watched as his jaw dropped. He stared at something above her head. Turning quickly, she looked up, just as yells intermingled with a few screams echoed among the market stalls. People began running. Five large dark shapes were flying towards the town, with two much smaller ones bringing up the rear. (more…)