22 March 2017

The Woodland Folk

There are so many different types of faerie

I have encountered a few different types of faeries. I well remember, when I was newly pregnant with my 3rd child and living in a bach (tiny beach abode) at Piha, on Auckland's wild west coast, walking outside by the bush, and knowing, with absolute certainty, that if I wanted to, I would be able to see faeries. There was a heightened energy that went with this knowing, and I always recognise it as "faerie time".

The most magical road

A few months ago, travelling by car through Fitzgerald Glade, just out of Rotorua, I could feel the slowing down of time, and the heightened energy of faerie folk. These ones were like children, laughing and running with the wind, at the same speed as the car (100 kilometres an hour!), and felt sure that they were doing this, because they knew that a person who had faeries around them, was passing through (myself). It was so magical, and there were quite a few of them. They were white, ethereal.

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(The Fitzgerald Glade....the faeries were to the right, running just behind the first line of trees. It looks so ordinary, but it was so magical, and, is famed for being magical)

Another type of faerie

Later that day, we went to some Springs. New Zealand has many beautiful bubbling springs, and these were also quite close to Rotorua. The Hamurana Springs Reserve. We stopped on a bridge over a bubbling spring, and, on the side of the stream across from us, in the shade of native trees, I could see a woodland person sitting, Just Being. He was quite different from The Fitzgerald Faeries, a different type, more "woody", somehow. For, he had bits of wood coming off parts of his body, as part of his body. And again, the size of a child, an older child. Very slender, a woody beige colour.

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                              (Hamurana Springs)

The Woodland King

A few weeks after, I went through a gorge which is renowned for the woodland faeries. And they appear to be the same type as the one that I saw at Hamurana Springs. This gorge is between Tauranga and Gisborne, very long, very windy; dense, high bush; hills and valleys everywhere. You could get lost in this bush.

I soon began to feel dizzy and queasy. To be fair, I am prone to motion sickness, and the New Zealand gorges are so windy! Which really emphasises being car sick. I got put in the front passenger seat whilst we wound our way as fast as was safe, through the gorge. 

As we went further and further into the gorge, I was getting sleepy... which is not part of car sickness for me.  I felt as though I had to hold onto my own consciousness, for dear life, as it were. Suddenly I started to dip into the unconscious mind, and as I did, I saw Him. 

An older, male, majestic and stern, woodland faerie. Again, he too had wood growing out of him, and some leaves too which I felt denoted rank. I felt that he was like The King. There was a sense of awesomeness about him.

Without a doubt, he was trying to make contact with me. Only, this time, I was not so secure about it all. I pulled myself out of my unconscious fog to break his spell over me.

By the way, not all faeries have wings.......

10 March 2017

Atlantis revisited

Using crystals in meditation

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                          (theoretical depiction of Atlantis)

I was at a recent meditation night at a friend's home,  Carolyn de Silva. Carolyn teaches meditation with the appropriate crystals for whatever we are doing that night. 

When she showed us a stone that enables one to connect with Atlantean times, or energies, I immediately took it to use that night, plus selenite, which totally resonates with me, and a couple of others.

I had a question in mind, to do with a matter of the heart, however that was not what transpired. Not at all.

Back to dark times in Atlantis

I regressed back to Atlantis. To the dark times of that civilisation, when healers and many other people were being persecuted, executed, electrified...... the list goes on. Many people had been driven underground. Literally. We were living in deep caverns, underground. For safety. I am quite sure that I was a healer at that time, working with others to heal the sick, the broken.

I had been aware of this lifetime, for quite a while, and, amazingly, a dear friend, also a healer, was from that lifetime. She and I had run into the cavern, from outside, and were running down steep, winding steps which had been carved out of the walls of the roughly built cavern. 

My friend was quite a bit ahead of me, when, suddenly, but I did not feel that it was unexpectedly, a massive flash of searing, bright light exploded outside the entrance to the cavern. It was a nuclear blast.

All of this, so far, was not new to me. As I had said, I was familiar with that lifetime... it was the blast, the steps, my friend.... I had "seen" them all before. And, amazingly, I have also "seen", many times, doing readings or regression, that the Atlanteans did indeed create nuclear devastation, with their bombs. 

Atlantis went for a long time. It had long periods of glory ......but darkness and corruption did set in.

In that lifetime, my back had taken the impact of that bomb, and along with it, the nervous systems connected to the spine. I died, slowly, of radiation poisoning, in that life. I wasted away, and the radiation ate away at my gut. I died, eaten up from inside, from that nuclear blast, lying helplessly on a rock. I ended up skeletal before I finally died.

An Atlantean past life gave an answer for this life

The night of the meditation, I was also concerned about the many food allergies that I have, and this was, I feel, as a clairvoyant, the answer to where my tendency to have allergies, first started. I expect things to get better in this area now, but over a period of time.

A mysterious shape

Was transpired next, was, quite frankly, puzzling. Remember, I was using a crystal to reconnect with Atlantis plus using selenite and two others, so it was a potent mix. And I had regressed even further back in time from the previous life (above). I was somewhere up very high. If you can imagine a rocky mountain with a step cliff face at it's edge, you would get an idea.

And I was looking down at something, which, initially, I just could not recognise nor understand. But I shall endeavour to describe it. 

It reminded me of photos of crop circles, actually, but it wasn't one. There was a circle cut into the landscape, with a long, vertical strip coming off the top of the circle. Everything I am describing was also cut into the earth. Then, intersecting the vertical strip were about six shorter strips, spaced at regular intervals, up the strip. They were not as long as the vertical strip, They were quite short. 

I was so puzzled. Everything was blank, there was nothing at all on the circle and strips. At the top of the vertical strip was like a crescent moon shape. The base of the crescent touched the top of the vertical strip, and the points of the crescent curved upwards, Inside the crescent was another large circle.

I was so puzzled. What was it all for? Clearly, in that lifetime, I did know why. But, it was so long ago, and in the meditation moments, I just could not remember. I felt as though I was hiding. Why?

Then I saw it. On the horizontal strips, at the edge of each one, so that was one each side of the long strip, was a circle. Inside the circle was a cage, it looked like bamboo, and sadly, it reminded me of the cages that prisoners were kept in during the Vietnam war. 

Inside the cages, standing room only, were crowded, distraught, dirty, frightened people. Prisoners. I did not know why, as I observed this in meditation, but without a shadow of a doubt, in that lifetime. I did know. I have the feeling that I was searching, for that hellhole, and that I was not alone. My gut feeling was that it was a rescue mission.

So much for the glory of Atlantis.

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I regressed even further back in time, and I still feel that it was Atlantean times. This was all happening spontaneously.

It was evening, and I was outside, alone, looking up at the stars. I was known as The Starwoman. I was different from many people of the time, very mystical, and very immersed into my spirituality. I had a good feeling about this lifetime. It felt so familiar. I felt that I had knowledge of astronomy, and also, that by gazing up into the evening sky, I could tell the future. Like astrology. And, interestingly, in this lifetime, my horoscope says that I am an astrologer. And knowledge of where, how, and why to grow crops, gleaned from just gazing into the heavens.

But even more importantly, I could communicate with stars and planets, mentally. I know that this sounds outlandish, but I am just recalling that lifetime. Our planet has a name, according to Maori, and it is female, a goddess, and is a living, breathing entity. The sun, in many cultures, is a god, the moon a goddess. Therefore, why not all the other celestial stars, planets and moons?  So, it was communicating with Gods and Goddesses for me in that lifetime. Even in this lifetime, that is all quite acceptable to me.

I was wearing garments that reminded me of some very authentic Tibetan boots that I had, over 30 years ago. They were very small, so I was given them, as I have wee feet. And the fabric that they were made of was quite like felt, and there was Tibetan embroidery on them. I loved them! I feel that in the starwoman liftime, I had mystical symbols embroidered on my clothes and what reminds me of crystals coming off the main garment, knotted into mystical shapes also.

I love the evening sky, for it makes me feel close to The Divine Aspects, and I am quite sure that the wonderful starwoman life left those feelings inside of me.