Subtle Communications Mean a Lot

 If I ever doubt the communication between myself and my Family of Light, things like this just rub all the doubt out:

       So, after all this talk and reminiscing about how much I loved the silversmithing, soldering, etc....

~ I was on an errand yesterday for the woman that I help out, and Lo! And Behold! What do I find in the brochure,flyer section of the cafe?

** A card advertising a BRAND NEW SILVERSMITHING Studio! It's 10 miles away from me in the neighboring town!

       I want to express my Thank-Full-ness to Those Who Are With Me, for hearing my Heart, and sending me such Love and Encouragement.

       [If you are just at the beginning stages of your Ascension, be assured that these kinds of occurrences will become more commonplace, as you connect ever more with the Higher Aspects of your own Self. It's really quite reassuring to have these seemingly small things appear. BUT, they're not so small, are they? <3 font="">

TALK to your Guides, speak from the heart, and Let it all Go. Then Be Delighted in what appears, when you least suspect.

Much Love.

And Thank you for being Here,

-Ursula Carrie

      

       P.S.- Also, yesterday, the woman I work with/for asked me if I'd ever been to India. I said, well, no, since I haven't yet managed to cross either ocean (that's coming, I'm sure of it! just don't know when ;) ). So, we got to talking about Ayurveda a bit. Well, she winds up going through her collection of essential oils that she bought mail order from Auroville- Before I leave, she hands me a fresh boxed bottle of...... VETIVERT

       I could've passed out! My favorite magical oil- and SO rare to find where I live out in the country. I'd been wishing for some Vetivert for some years, not actively, but.... AND here it is! She had no clue about my wish for this particular oil. BUT Creator-Source knew ALL about it! She played her part in the Divine's plan to raise my spirits, and remind me that I'm not alone. 

       So, just to share- just when I want to give up. Just when it feels like 'it's over', something comes along with a little nudge to say, "Hey, we're here. We're listening. Take Heart, Beloved. All is still Well...."

2 Lifetimes ago- 1600’s Renaissance Italy, part three



La Primavara, by Bottticelli

(continued, recorded, April 2, 2015) AFTER May 2010

✦ I have to look back in my journals to tell you exactly when I did the past life research session in my Akashic Record that led me to discover that I had been in a Male Incarnation 2 Lifetimes ago and living in Italy during the time of the Renaissance there.

✦  I have had a love for Bach and Botticelli, since at least my early teens that I remember. Also for Shakespeare and that style of dress.

✦ The brief time of ecstasy with silversmithing in my late 20’s was long packed up and gone from my mind as I began the many months of intermittent inquiries into my own soul record, following intuitive leads as to my gender and whereabouts and time period of each life. I didn’t work “backwards” in what one may call “chronological” order, rather I allowed what needed to Speak to me to do so, and I followed the trail it showed me. 

 

✦ So it was with this life. My investigations revealed to me, very simply that:

• I was male
• I was muscular, about 5’ 10”, sturdy frame- with black hair (strands about 3 ½”-4” long, so not short, but no longer than hanging about my ears) that was curly more on the side of wavy, with a full, trimmed beard and moustache
• I was living in a city in Italy (I have not inquired which one)
• It was the Renaissance
• I was a Blacksmith
• I made weapons (swords, knives, daggers) for the aristocracy
• There were no wars being fought, then. The weapons were for collecting, practice, and display- but they were not simply ornamental.  I did not ask how my clients planned to use them.
• I did not make any sort of ornamental or artistic pieces, weapons only.
• I was one of the finest craftsmen of my ilk as such my services and wares were very exclusive (all products were commissioned from me)
• Even though I was a fine craftsmen and such as stated above, that did not make me part of the class of people who commissioned my finery
• Secretly, I did have a taste for the finer things- art, literature, music- which I kept close to my breast. It would not be good for me to reveal this, especially to any of my clients. One could not exactly trust them.
• I was married and I had 5 children, 3 of whom were negative souls (Draconian)
• I loved my wife, but those 3 of my children were an incredible sadness, to put it lightly, for me (constant violence, struggles, drama, turmoil)
• My work was my Lifeblood, we were one and the same
• I had a very rich inner life, especially when I was surreptitiously enjoying a concert or any of the other pleasures that needed to enjoyed in secret

I died in my early 50’s; although not specifically researched I feel that was caused by the many smokes that I inhaled all day every day as part of my trade.

2 Lifetimes ago- 1600’s Renaissance Italy, part two

one of the things that I made back then,
as an absolute beginner,
chain included

(...continued, recorded, April 2, 2015)



Even now as I write this, I am overwhelmed by the feelings of love and passion for this, as I was when I first stepped down into that rough-stone walled, damp basement studio. Going back over the memories of my life has been too challenging for this very reason, as I recall these events, of this life or any of the others I have written about, I feel now as I feel then. I have not as yet developed a writing practice of distancing myself from the emotions that would facilitate writing about events as facts, as an observer, without the emotions showing up as insurmountable walls or chasms to be crossed. But, no matter.

       Yes, it was true that I did not have much inclination to be guided by the teacher, although I did listen politely to the lesson at the beginning of class, and I did ask questions when I had them. Mostly I wanted to be let loose in there, though. I wanted equipment of my own, although that equipment would have been without a home, given the living situation I was in then.



All cut and designed by me :)
*copper and brass*
My favorite, most beloved piece
that I made, all from scratch,
all as an 'absolute beginner'.
I was remembering...
I was being reminded of this life
but I wouldn't know that
for another decade!

       I especially can still feel how it felt when working with the solder. The acetylene torch barely touched the solder and metals being fused together. The solder would rather begin to melt and flow simply because of the peripheral heat of the torch tip, and I controlled this heat by feathering the torch near the point of metals to be joined.  It felt Primal, and I mean “primal” in the ways in which I no longer currently choose to relate to life. Sexual in the way where an uncontrollable, guttural urging swells in the center of the chest and spreads throughout the entire torso, filling one with a ravenous desire to merge, become one with and disappear into the object of desire. Or, be consumed by it.

       It’s the only way I can possibly describe the emotions that the soldering process brought up in me.

       Everything that I did felt familiar to me, cutting, soldering, polishing, etc. I felt no trepidation whatsoever about experimenting or doing something that the instructor said might not work. It always worked. That year, in the annual Member’s Show, a special award was created just for me, “Best Beginner”. That came with $100 gift certificate for some further study with one of the teachers...

(part three, 12/ 9:  "AFTER May 2010",

my lives in perspective after my own Soul Realignment)

2 Lifetimes ago- 1600’s Renaissance Italy, part one

recorded, April 2, 2015

This is one of the “past life” bleed throughs that I have so far found to be the most enjoyable of the experiences I have had so far. Of course these are not bleed throughs in the sense that it was not something that wasn’t meant to happen or has been something undesirable, at least with this one. And I observe that it is in keeping with the pattern I am appearing to have in my incarnations: twice female, then once male, then twice female again, etc.

       This life in Italy was in the early part of the 1600’s. It was the life that followed my lifetime in the area now called “New Mexico”, where I lost my love, where our home was desecrated. In Italy at this time, which I of course would not know until my very late 30’s, was that of a Blacksmith. The experiences that I had, some ten years previous, that reintegrated this aspect of Mine Self into the Wholeness of Being that I have been becoming in this “present” lifetime, were quite empowering, powerful and fun. To this day, I have kept all the metals and tools and still yearn to have my own studio and equipment to play this aspect of My Being. But I am getting a little ahead of this part of the story.

       In February 1999, when I was twenty-six years old, I was hired to work as the box office manager at the Woodstock Guild of Craftsmen on Tinker Street on Woodstock, NY. That position eventually led to performing a number of part time tasks in the main office, one of which was taking care of the student registrations that came in for the classes offered through the Guild. They had a very strong stone carving and pottery programs held at the Byrdcliffe property. There were also equally well-attended jewelry/silversmithing classes held in the basement studio of the Tinker Street complex. Over that year I felt a growing curiosity about those jewelry classes, which evolved into a kind of passionate hunger to participate. By the fall of that year, I had implored a deep employee discount off the tuition, and I was in...

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part two, 12/7)