originally written: August 17, 2014
"DREAM: October 26, 2013
I could feel my hands, then arms broad muscular shoulders
– and I can still see his face and feel his chuckling energy around his
forehead – and his burgundy hooded sweatshirt (large hood) with the hood pulled
over his head and me laying on top, or on top, but beside him, and nuzzling my
face into the hood, like our own private place where no one could see us – I
might as well say, he had a sort of “broad” (and very young) face, with brown
eyes and some freckles and thick and curly auburn (!) Hair – built very sturdy,
tall (but not so tall that I have to strain my neck or stand on to be – travel
to throw my arms around his neck.) – And I just remember laying on a floor (at
the huge stone cathedral in which this part was submerged) – out in the
courtyard – type area – and we were so, I found out, together, there in our
energy bodies!!! Some dark (haircolor)/straight haired Asian, tallish, dressed
in black warrior – type clothing off to my right told me this, as I had
realized that he had faded and I could feel him next to me (on my left)
anymore! Just that faint feel and vision of the hood of his “jacket” –
burgundy.
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In this dream, we (don’t know for sure who the “we” laws)
had fought the darkness (the “devil”). By having to destroy a piece of stained
glass that hung in the Cathedral – apparently the powers of the Dark was
“embodied” or held in place by this heavily guarded piece of stained glass –
and it had to be destroyed, not one section left out destroyed – in order to
achieve victory. I remember as we made the hard fought for contact with the
stained glass (it was guarded heavily, of course, all the way up to the top
chamber of the Cathedral will where it hung ains near the window/balcony) – and
we were throwing each piece down below – hollering to the sparse crowd down
there too, “look out below.” – One owl shaped piece of stained glass scene
landed on a lower turret of the Cathedral and a creepy, very long bony
fingered, “white” hand reached out from underneath to grab it – and I (and/or
someone) lept down off the upper balcony/to grab it
Akashic Records Research (October 26, 2013)
12 lifetimes ago 600 – 500 B.C.E.
I was in a male incarnation.
I was a Pict, in the northern UK in a place known as
Scotland today.
That was me in the dream this morning. I was
connecting with an aspect a “past life version” of my own Self.
I was a wandering fief (and very charming!)
I wore that hood that I saw. I died of old age – but
anything related to the Scots, or being conquered by the Scots.
I had a chip in my tooth, on the right side inside of the
front left tooth. (as known from the inside of my own head) - If you were
looking at me, the chip of the tooth would have been on the lower left corner
of the right side tooth.
Message from this aspect of my past life Self:
“Be Bold! You
have tamed your self too much!” (Strong energy in the center of my forehead
from him) "
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[note 11.26.17: When I moved back to Catskill, from Manhattan, when I was 24 and wandered into the kilt shop of Anne Stewart on Main Street..... And she told me, with such and intensity as she contacted my eyes, that: "I'm a Pict." The way she said 'Pict', with the hum in the air in that moment, the whole thing- I had a deep shiver flood throughout my body. A flash of resonance of a deep, unexplained {yet} Knowing. ]
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