Wild Ones

Insights

He was a wild boy and I was a wild girl too. We were never meant to live a life of captivity, traps were everywhere, so we ran. Into the forest and far away. I thought they would never catch us. But one day they did. I slowed him down and they baited him, the wolf. They caught him and they took him from me. I got away, but only barely, the scars still show. I skulked in the shadows, black panther, comoflagued, hidden, alone.


I couldn’t stay hidden forever. There was a light growing inside of me. A gift from the wolf. A rising star so bright it burnt through all of the shadows and camouflage. A ball of fire that burnt through my very being, a sun that shone within me, illuminating everything. Searing the skin from my blackened body, it burst forth. The pain was unimaginable. Through the fire and fury I became the Phoenix.


On the fiery wings of the Phoenix I fly high above the chaos and the lies. I see the traps and distorted timelines. Splitting and falling away. The dead are walking among us now. We will be the living. We will be those who rise after humanity has fallen to ashes. As we always have.

~In Memory of my Son Phoenix 08.08.15 — 888—24—6—333333—18—9— As above so below

Past Life Memories

Shamanic vision
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Past life memories are coming back to us now. If not naturally then with assistance. Why is this so important? Because we need to know where we have come from to know where we are going. Whether this is memory in your blood from your ancestors or memories in your soul from past incarnations. All of this knowledge is accessible now. There is a struggle happening. Some forces seek to hide the knowledge from us so we remain small and others are protecting the knowledge so we may find it.

This is a past life memory shared with me of a warrior protecting the kings list which has the records of the Kings descended from heaven who each reigned for thousands of years. This carved stone text is a record showing human lifespans that have shrunk from thousands of years to hundreds, to barely a hundred.

https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sitchin/king_list.htm

~We cross the bridge into a past life. We are in Mesopotamia. I see the warrior standing with bare legs, wild hair, feet on dusty, dry earth. He wears a gauntlet of leather, brass and steel and is stained with the dust from many days of hard journey through the desert. It is a vast space with only a few sparse stands of trees. He and his band of travellers carry something very precious, ancient and dangerous in the wrong hands. They guard it well day and night. Stopping to make camp in the empty desert. At night they stand vigil and watch the night pass as others sleep. 


The warrior stoic in his mind and body, knows the charge he has been given, he knows the consequences if they fail. A terror will be unleashed on the Earth that no man would survive. So the few that must fall to guard this secret is a small price to pay in comparison. He pays dearly for it though, every time a man falls under his protection a piece of him dies inside. He knows the toll of this work will one day take him to an early grave, he sees his mentor on his way there now. Strung out under the pressure of responsibility he drinks himself to numbness and dies a little inside every day so he may live one more mission. He has become hardened and calloused from this work.


They pick up where they left off, one more day’s walk until they reach their destination. The wagon strains on the dry earth under the immense weight of the sacred box within. They see the earth walls and the opening into the temple beneath the earth. The hired labour take the great chest from the wagon and carry it into the tomb. The warrior’s follow them silently and dispatch them with expert precision. Dead before they hit the ground. No inkling of what was coming. It’s better this way. They die with honour and have been given a pass to the afterlife because of their contribution to this sacred mission. They are buried in a place of prominence within the underground temple.


Returning to their lives undercover as ordinary citizens the warriors mix with the upper class, those in high places and the common folk in the marketplace to keep  a finger on the pulse of information moving through the gossip circles. The bought and paid for secrets and fabricated stories are reaching almost a mythical status now.


We see the warrior at home with his family a wife and son, they are part of his cover, his mind always on his mission, it is what he was born to do and he will die for his cause one day, if he does live on he will become one of the council but few ever make it that far. And who would want to sit upon a seat that carries such burden. He surely never wants his son to suffer the life he has lived and prays that one day he will walk another path. Take his mother and cross the sea to safety. Build a new life and take his lineage in another direction. One of peace, not this silent war that wages under the surface. 


If the sacred texts, (the cuniform tablets of the kings list) can be secured into the temples at their designated locations all will be right and good for the future and the people will be free from tyranny.

Kindred Souls

Insights

As we are drawn back to ourselves as whole beings of divine light. We begin to find our kin, those of our soul blood. Our crystalline DNA fractals merging and meeting with others we have known before. In other bodies in other times. Our divine soul knowns no time and our crystalline DNA knows no difference between one body or another. We are being drawn back together, joining to make our majesty known. As our missions take place on Earth. We are asked now to get to our starting positions.

This awakening and reconnection with our Kin is happening quickly and the integration time we are allowed is minimal. Fast remembering is coming in. Lives lived with our kin as lovers, brothers, fathers, mothers. The relationship often just a way to place us together on Earth. As our memories return, so too do our bonds. The over lapping and interlacing of experience to awaken our connection. The human body has a soul lineage and a blood lineage. Now the Soul lineage is being awoken the blood lineage become less important. A person you have known for one lifetime feels insignificant next to someone you have known for eons. Threading in and out of incarnations together. Working on missions that bridge many life times. Keeping the soul lineage alive within the blood lineage. Incarnating in the same blood lines to build the knowledge base deeper and deeper into the bones and blood. The instinct the intuition. The need to find each other. The hunt to find each other. Closing in now. Getting closer. Full activation of sight, memory and wisdom keys to unlock what we know as a group of kindred souls.

The memories hold keys but are painful to witness. The flashes of lives lived, bodies held and let go of. The mind we had, the emotions, the thoughts and the pain. Lessons integrating across many timelines now. The masculine and feminine making peace as we remember living as both man and woman. The strengths and roles of each appreciated and understood as we have lived both. The forgiveness and compassion flowing through from our ancestors way back.

Our body, our vessel on the Earth plane creates a great energy field around it. The knowledge bank we hold in our DNA crystallises as our expanded awareness grows and we each reach our far beyond our physical body to connect these bridges of light. Fractals unfolding and weaving together as information and memory is shared with our kin. Not all of this needs to run through our human mind so much is done on a soul level. As we walk between these bridges we are building we know so much more than one mind can hold at any time. Our data bases are growing our knowledge descending deep into the earth, our storage banks of crystal and stone opening to us now. The Earth memory and wisdom feeding through our cells and aligning us to the magnetic grids of the earth, our navigation systems coming on line. We will know where each of our soul kin is located we will be placed at intervals so we may all connect in groups and then bridge the distance. We are wiring our own network of communication far more advanced than current technology. We can channel and receive from each other on a soul level as well as reading the DNA crystalline data bases and Earth wisdom. This network is being put in place and many of us a being told to go to certain locations to connect. This is all planned and pre designed by our soul selves and our Soul kin groups.

As the weaving continues and the fractals spiral into place. We are feeling a lose of time, balance and coherence in our surrounding environment. This is what it feel like when you bend time and space to pull the Earth into her highest evolutionary path. The winding of wormholes and the sealing of energy fragments. We are are the elders of a future that is being written now. We will have to live right through this war to come to a place of freedom.

Change Will Come ~ Light Language Vision

Shamanic vision

As the melody and light language wash over me I see a large ancient key of gold descend and penetrate my crown. Pushing down until it meets my heart. The shaft of the key turns in my body and scrapes away eons of calcification from my higher chakras.


My body folds open from the top of my head like a chrysalis and a spirit of myself steps out to face me. This soul apparition changes faces to show me that I am one but I am many.
I now see many of these illuminated souls, they stand facing toward the song which moves through us as layers of light and remembering. 


The shaft of the golden key pushes deeper into my body from heart to root and in this unlocking I drop to my knees with the pain. I remember the original separation from my soul family as a tearing of my flesh. As if my greater body is being torn apart. 


I see this great body of light built from hundreds and thousands of cells. Each cell individual but part of the whole. The great body of light turns to liquid and pours itself off as a chain of linking cells. The linking cells spread vastly across time and space, moving through dimensions and realities to create a great expanse of light. A ray that shines brilliantly as the linking cells descend into the denseness of form. 


Each cell, a Soul, stretched and dwarfed in comparison to its origin. Each Soul placed at locations of importance. Visiting different star nations, planets, solar systems and realms beyond my present understanding. Alone but connected. We as Souls illuminate and transform our host planets as we gather information and data needed for our missions. The pain is great, the horror real, we suffer as we descend as far as we can reach until our feet touch the ground of our most base existence. And then we return. Awakening to ourselves again, remembering our home, remembering ourselves and our Soul Siblings. We begin to rebuild our greater form. Each cell shaken and purged as it is purified to the holiest light so we can reunite.


The Earth, our current gathering place, where so many of us are blending our form with our Other Self. Our Twin companion who has held us during the long years of separation. Shining light and love from afar and asking us always to remember them. In knowing them we know ourselves and we begin to repair the damage of separation. There is only so far you can go before you lose yourself entirely. A pilot light of your origin must always remain, to lead you home. The merging continues as we release the detritus and allow all that enables us to grow, remain within. 


The melody shifts, the light language morphing into codes to unlock our gathered information. We have fought hard to bring this information to the Earth. With our Other Self we stand grounded and download all of the gathered experience and wisdom into the Earth. Now we become the key to unlock her remembering and as she remembers her glory we all share in her gifts.

~Light Language care of Nicole Peretti from Twin Flame Revolution

https://twinflamerevolution.mykajabi.com/

I am everything and I am nothing at all

Shamanic journey

Shaman photo

I embody the goddess of destruction, I feel the energy and rage race through my form. Her power is Immense. The world is dark and dangerous around her, reflecting her mood. She raises up stretching her body and extending her torso, growing new sets of ribs. She elongates her form becoming a golden hooded cobra. Looking down over the world. She curls herself over and bites onto her own tail creating a circle in which she is birthing a new world.

I understand she is truely a creator not a goddess of destruction. She transforms energy. I stand separate to her now and she holds up the Ouroboros as a mirror to show me my reflection. In the mirror I stand as a placid being giving away my belongings and my body to any who ask me. Until I am nothing but a lost soul, a pale ghost of myself. She demands I claim back that which is rightfully mine. She shocks me with her outburst and it raises something in me. I rage and release a primal scream which draws back to me everything I am. My possessions my body my golden soul. And then the stars the earth, the animals and plants. The air the water the light. I see what she is showing me. I am all. This is my birth right, this is what has been taken from me that I have unwillingly given away.

I immerse myself in the feeling of being connected to everything because I am everything. I travel in this body to other places and other bodies. I become star dust I become the cool night, I become moss and trees, sunlight at dawn. I am the whispering wind at night, purple starlit skies. I am everything and I am nothing at all. She hands me her golden eyes and says there is so much to witness for those with eyes to see. I hold the golden eyes and they become telescopic, I look through one at a time and I see far beyond this reality. When I place them with my eyes I do not see out but I allow others to see in.

The gods stand with her, they see me. They see into me and into the earth. I see what they see. I am a complex organism lit by the divine light of my soul. The earth is my greater body in physical form. I also see that the gods have been blinded to what is happening on earth. They had lost sight of the earth and now they weep for their children. The people, the animals and trees. The flowers and the sea. They weep and then they rage, they fly through me, through my vision and they take back their children and they begin to nourish them again, protect and love them. Show them their light and their truth.

I stand with one of the Gods and I ask him will he repair the separation in my form. He says, “Yes, once you were a great being, you have been greatly diminished.” He says “there is much work to do and we need all of you to be whole so we can heal from this tragedy.” He calls in my twin, refers to her as Raven Heart and she morphs into her purest form to join with me. Facing me at first, he sends a sound out, a tone that creates a vibration that shakes us into particles and then fuses us together. I stand like a god with four legs and four arms. Two sets of wings black over white. I stretch and move my body, it is whole. I have two minds also. I can talk to Raven Heart she understands me and I understand her. We move through the earth with the gods and deities transforming the separation into unity on all levels. Giving back what has been taken.