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Opening Pandora’s Box

Be careful what you ask for.

I once told my guidance, “I want to Know it all.”

The above painting was painted this morning from an image in my mind. The image in my mind was only of the smokey clouds, not the box. That box came later with understanding.

Once you open the box, it can’t be closed. There is no going back. You can beg. You can plead. You can pray. You can bargain.

Nope. You asked for it.

Yeah, I did.

 

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Valentine’s Day Creative Streak

Yesterday was spectacular energy-wise for me. I was overflowing with creative energy and my heart chakra was so full of love that I felt I felt I would burst. I have never felt so connected!

I rarely paint, yet I felt the need to paint what I saw that morning and did so very quickly and effortlessly. There were more paintings wanting to come out, but my family needed me and I could not indulge in painting more than one. The one above is a painting of the ball of light I saw in my vision that morning. I couldn’t get it out of my head. It is far from a realistic interpretation of my vision, but I did my best. 🙂

I also had light language symbols in my head all day. One in particular that I never got around the painting. I don’t know if I will be able to today because all my kids are home today (school holiday) making it very difficult to do things for myself.

The creative streak also had me making videos. I think I made three one after the other yesterday. I hid in the bathroom to get privacy and avoid interruption. LOL

This morning I am still feeling the energy and my heart chakra continues to feel full of a warmth and love beyond words. I am told today is a “rest” day. The energies will once again peak next Thursday into Friday. I have already been warned and now, so have you. 🙂

 

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A Night of Light Language

I slept deeply last night – yay! This, however, does not mean I was doing nothing through the night. Quite the opposite. Seems I was working and so were many, many others!

A Gathering: December 20-25th

Most of the night I was within a dream gathering of like-minded, mission-oriented, Lightworkers and Starseeds. I remember the dream, but when I woke it was not the dream that stood out to me. Rather, it was the memory of what was contained in the symbolism of the dream.

We were discussing an upcoming convening of a very large group of individuals. The purpose of this meeting is unknown to me, but based upon the memory and feeling of the dream, it is suggestive of a type of reunion. This gathering is similar to a family reunion except that we are not exactly family but linked by a similar purpose and plan.

The meeting, which in the dream was likened to a vacation, was to occur toward the end of December. The specific dates were the 20th-25th.

I recall seeing many familiar faces and even knowing names. The name Eric stood out the most, however. There were so many people, though, that I could not count. I want to say there were hundreds. Some that I met had distinct personalities. There was a lot of sexual playfulness, but no actual sex. I believe they knew I was serious about my work and so were teasing me. Thankfully, I did not get insulted. lol

Symbols and Messages

While in the dream there was a repeat of a symbol. It was that of a triangle with something coming out of the top of it. It reminded me of a volcano. I saw this symbol several times and each time it was inserted into the dream in such a way as to grab my attention. It is like the dream paused and there was suddenly this symbol taking up my entire vision. My assumption was this was the related to the gathering.

There was a message about the on-going gridwork that I am participating in. The celebratory feeling of the meeting is related to this gridwork. It feels as though we are celebrating a job well done. Perhaps we will be done anchoring the grid and can finally relax for a while and take a much needed break?

I saw also several times a list of people’s names. There were pages and pages to this list. I believe the names on the list corresponded to those who were celebrating with me.

So, if you are one of us who helps to stabilize and anchor the new Earth energy (gridworker) then congratulations on a job well done! You deserve a much needed break.

Light Language Transmissions

Throughout the night I would wake briefly, as is my usual. However, this time, upon waking, I would see light language symbols seeming to flow through my mind on a grayish black screen. It was like it was streaming but in 2D. These symbols would sometimes be streaming in and other times seem to be streaming out.

Amidst these streams of symbols occasionally symbols would stand out to me. Two that I recall most commonly are the triangle with what looked like a flame coming out the top and the arch with the dot under it that resembles an eye.

The picture with this post is what I drew this morning. I feel so light and refreshed this morning.

 

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My Soul Family

I finished this painting today. It is called “As above, So below”. It is of a vision I had a while back of a tree with two tops and no roots. The top is the spiritual aspect and the bottom is the physical.

I just remembered a conversation I had with my Companion last night. I somehow lost it by the time I awoke but it came back to me this afternoon.

In my mind I saw a picture a tree and saw two branches. I heard my Companion say to me, “You are one branch, I am another”.

In recognizing I was conversing with him, I then recalled what we were discussing and knew he was explaining his relationship to me. It was interesting to me that I had been having this conversation but only was remembering this part. I had asked him to explain how we were “family” only a couple of days ago. He had said, “We will talk”. I never expected to actually remember the talk. 🙂

I understood very clearly then our relationship, though it is hard to explain now as words don’t seem to do it justice. What it felt like was that we were off-shoots of a larger energy, we and many others. In my mind I saw a very large tree, spreading its branches upward and each of those branches was another of us and each of us broke into ever smaller versions of us. To put it simply, he and I were siblings. Now it made sense why he has said more than once, “We are brothers”.

While caught up in my trying to sort through this information, I saw very clearly in my mind a class picture like is often taken in school to capture each class before they move on to the next grade level. It appeared to be a large class, bigger than my high school graduating class. I wondered how many were there. I heard, “215”.

I then wondered back in a question, “But shouldn’t it be in multiples of 12?” This idea came from previous research I had done into spiritual monads.

I received back, “Who decided that?”

My thought was then, “Guess not. 215 sounds good”.

That’s a big family, though. Much bigger than I thought it would be. I suppose that is because I usually only interact with a small group via this consciousness extension.

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Lyra Painting Update

So I had time alone with my youngest (15 months old) and he took a nice long nap as a present to his mommy. 🙂 This alone time gave me a chance to update my Lyra painting. I wanted to make it look more like my “visit” there and so I took some time to view some YouTube videos on how to paint clouds and grass. I gave it a try and this is the result.

I am pretty proud of my clouds and what fun to paint! The grass is growing on me as it is more green than what I saw in my visit. Funny, but I didn’t even use green, only brown, mustard, yellow and white, yet it somehow turned out looking a dark green.

In case you forgot what the first stage of the painting looked like, here you go:

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Dream: The Great Galactic War

I had this dream over a week ago and am just now feeling okay about posting it. I believe it was a memory mixed with a message and so took it as such. This dream was unlike any other I have had and I am still not sure how to categorize my experience, so I am calling it semi-lucid.

The Great Galactic War

My vision blacked out and I felt transported somewhere else. When I opened my eyes, I was standing inside an immense canyon, the walls of which towered hundreds of feet, maybe even a mile, above my head on either side of me. I was immediately reminded of the Grand Canyon here on Earth, but since I have never been at the bottom of it, I thought to myself, “This must be what it would be like”.

It was then that I realized I was standing with someone and we were in the midst of an important conversation. I spoke to this person as if I were reciting the lines from some long ago play. We spoke about something similar to a vaccine, though I don’t believe that is the word we used. It was a genetic vaccine, not a vaccine against a virus, and it had been tested on a certain individual to see if they were susceptible to its effects.

Slowly, I got out small vials filled with different colored, clear liquid. The first was a yellowish color. I said, “No effect”, and then put it in a nap sack I was wearing over my right shoulder. I then took out another one, this one a vivid blue. “No effect”, and put it in the nap sack. I did this six more times, each time saying, “No effect”.

I don’t recall now what the person I was talking to looked like, only that I knew them. In my recollection of this event they are not there at all, as if I am talking to thin air.

The individual I am talking to makes a comment to me about how odd it is that the individual we tested was not susceptible to any of these vaccines. In my mind I am reminded of the human race and think that it must be the human genome we are talking about. I was fascinated.

Then my attention is drawn to a tall, gangly looking individual who stood a good seven or eight feet tall. He was most definitely not human, his green mottled skin very obvious as were his strange facial features. His head was elongated and sloped backward and his eyes were dark and hooded. I could see no nose and only a thin outline for a mouth.

I knew this creature, this reptilian humanoid, was our prisoner. Had we tested the vaccines on him? I didn’t think so. He had something contained within his head, though, something vile and dangerous. My immediate thought was that it was a bomb and my companion began to tug at the reptile’s head to try and lift off the outer portion of it. I was a bit horrified as I could see inside the reptile’s skull and see the pinkish tissue of his brain.

Two sections came off before the reptile insisted he continue and do it himself. He pulled apart the hemispheres of his brain, parting them like water, and pulled out a small, circular device.

I woke suddenly upon seeing it, thinking it was a bomb and he was about to destroy all of us. In my mind’s eye I saw his eye, looking at me.

Once I awoke, I knew my dream was a memory of the Great Galactic War and that I had seen a reptilian E.T. I decided to paint the eye I saw because I could not get it out of my head. It was so peculiar and I had no fear when I saw it.

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Lyra

Today as I was laying in savasana, my favorite position to receive, I felt transported to another place. It was strangely familiar and my entire body felt alive with energy as I settled in the scene.

The first thing I saw was a field of mustard colored grass. It spread out around me in all directions. I sensed immediately that I was home. I was on Lyra.

I opened my eyes briefly just to make sure I had not left my body. I had not, so I closed them and shifted back into the scene. The sensations of my body imitated the rise and fall of the ocean and the field of mustard grass swayed with me.

Above me in the sky was a brilliant, reddish-orange sun, bigger than any Earth sun. Behind and just below it was a smaller, yellowish-colored son, reminiscent of the Earth’s sun. Interestingly, the sky was not blue but a strange orange color that lightened to almost white the higher into the atmosphere I sent my gaze. The brilliance of the massive orange sun made it impossible to see much else in the sky.

I lingered for a while until my guide interrupted my journey. I shifted consciousness back to my body and the present time, leaving Lyra only a memory in my mind. Still, though, it is a vivid memory and so I attempted to paint what I saw. My painting doesn’t do it justice, but I imbued it with the energy of the place as best I could.

Satsa’na Nateh.