In mysterious ways that I don’t completely understand but have gradually come to accept, I connect with highly empathically advanced spirit energies desiring to communicate messages. These evolved energies seek to deepen and advance our conscious understanding and soul development.
Spirit energies communicate in their own interpretative language which is received through the senses, read by intuition, and illuminated by the heart. It is the receiver who determines the personal message. Please be mindful that intuition is meant to lead the intellect, as intellect is a disruptive force to intuition.
Week of December 10, 2018
THE DARK PATH OF PROFOUND TRAUMA
Vision: I vividly observed a path of gray, packed-down dirt winding through a woodland thicket. Darkness. Dense trees and thick vegetation rose up the hills on either side of the path. The path was very long. All was dark. Then arrived an herb and vegetable garden, overgrown and tangled, full of brambles and brush. Then the appearance of a city with a large, concrete type building that at first looked like a bank, a mercenary institution which then converted into an ancient gothic cathedral with tall spires.
A man emerged in priestly garb wearing a flat brimmed hat. I realized he was a monsignor, a prominent authority in the Catholic Church. His energy was very negative. In front of him was a child, a little girl about nine, with long hair down her back wearing her Sunday-best winter coat. The little girl was awestruck at the surroundings, looking up and all around. I watched as she became physically entangled with the monsignor.
A long procession of priests appeared and I heard, “There was a mistake made,” wherein the priests were unmasked and shown to be thugs and mobsters. The overwhelming sense was a mess of entanglement.
I then saw a river, clean and calm with some light around it and heard, “It takes a long time.”
This vision symbolizes the extreme complexity and struggle to overcome the tangled chaos, confusion and emotional pain of unresolved trauma and the lengthy, difficult path to wholeness.
It highlights the genesis of the trauma as corporate, institutional, and authoritarian, perpetuated against innocence and obedience.
It offers the assurance of light when the path is allowed to follow its natural course.
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“ILLUMINATION THROUGH LOVE”
Vision: A path winds through city and suburb. There is a group: parents leading several children, a dog tags along. There is joy. The group enters into a building, it looks like a church. The group is united together.
I saw then a luminous glow of purple and heard, “Illumination by love.”
This vision symbolizes the familial and community (as implied by the symbol of church) necessity to protect the innocent and defend, shelter and support those traumatized by despicable individuals, institutions and events, past and present. While illuminating trauma victims through understanding, loving perspectives, and supporting and encouraging personal empowerment.
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ENTRUSTED WITH A VISION:
Several years ago as I was writing BREAKING THROUGH SILENCE, A No-Nonsense Love Letter To Women, I was entrusted with a vision that at the time I did not recognize as such, even though I felt compelled to include it in the manuscript.
If visions count for anything, I saw empty white veils in silhouettes of women strewn out on strange sands before me–graceful, diaphanous husks fused to the shore, billowing in the flurry of each passing breeze. Behind them, sudden dazzling daylight and colors so brilliant that I had to blink for the intensity. And a maze of shapes I’d never noticed before. The sheer simplicity and dizzying complexity of vision, of all that stretched beyond the ghost women and the black-dress barricade, was as astonishing as smog lifting and unveiling the ocean.
Hidden by fog, the ocean is only thunder and roar, ominous and deadly, waiting to drown me should I dare tempt its depths. But once it was illuminated, I saw its dance and sway; sunlight diamonds twinkling over its sky-blue water blushed with jade; waves frothing, pounding to climax against sand, shells, sea glass; receding in shivering ripples and contented gurgles; the sun shimmying across its horizon. Beyond the black barricade of lies sat a bright, active world I never knew existed. (Excerpt: Breaking Through Silence)
This vision symbolizes what lies beyond the comprehension of a victim suffering profound trauma and who remains (however overtly or subtly) trapped in its tentacles of dark lies and cunning deceit. Beyond the dark exists incredible light and immeasurable possibilities. Personal effort reaps indescribable rewards.