Dance Journey ~ The Sacred that is Stolen

Shamanic journey
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I dance to the beat of the drum and I go into trance. I walk as lethal as the Jaguar, a shape shifter, stalking in the shadows. As I move forward, gold leaf is folded over me and all of my surrounds until everything glitters. I shine bright and I storm the Cathedral, kicking in the door I bring the radiant light of Gods glory and all trespasses who hide behind the veil are caught in the glaring light. They are taken by the forces of the light and the Cathedral is reclaimed and returned to harmony frequency allowing the Earth energy to move through the focused energy point of the land. This unleashes a river of built up energy that flows out to other energy centres connecting harmony frequency and dissecting interference.

I walk outside and under a dark sky I anchor my golden energy into the Earth. Huge pulses of light move through me into the Earth like lightning bolts. I can see my kin who are with me grounding this light also. It smashes through us at high voltage, we breathe through it, flex our bodies and allow the charge to build until it strikes again.

We see the others, the ones we have lost, they are walking among us still but a venom is in their blood. It moves slowly from their heart out to their limbs and it blackens them, drains their life force, holds a piece of their soul as ransom. A point of light remains as they turn from flesh slowly into something inorganic, not made by God but Gods creation inverted.

One lost soul, one I have known, walks past me. As the venom spreads I see that a realm of darkness is opening around him and begins to draw him in. I reach out my hand and grab him by the wrist as he is falling into the depths. I can’t hold him here and he slips away. I scream into the void we will come back for you all. As the lost souls fall into lower realms of existence my kin and I hold the Golden light for the Earth and we continue to illuminate the land and recapture the sacred sites that have been corrupted.

As the Earth begins to glow from the golden light infusion the trees become vibrant and alive. The gentle glowing radiance is heady and sweet. I breathe in the vapour and I melt into bliss. Standing in a grove of ancient pear trees I see the venation of the leaves and their translucent nature. I marvel at their beauty and am taken into a heavenly reverie with the trees.

Once I am recharged I move on. Walking the ley lines back to life, harmonising the distorted energy fields and connecting with my kin who have come to Earth like me to breathe life back into a dying planet.

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