New opportunities have been abundant recently, leading to a very busy time inside my studio. For the first time, I offered angel card readings and channeled paintings as a package online–a service that’s received a lot of welcome. It’s been a great learning experience as I tune into the highest and most loving energies for each person I’m reading for; the bookings also necessitated me to carry out, more often than usual, my clearing, protective and self-care rituals. Bringing in the light and the messages (and images!), I’m starting to physically feel the differences between angelic energy, that of the Ascended Masters, and of my own team–a new experience for me as it’s been solely intuitive in the past. The physicality is a new dimension I don’t mind–it’s… blissful. The downside is that the body feels extra heavy coming out of it.
The extra rituals (and busy-ness) have also meant I’ve been more cushioned against the news of MH17 and Gaza, though I am not blind to the tragedy and possible plots/conspiracies playing out around both events. We should be tired of tragedy. We should be tired of violence, manipulation, and weapons-as-solutions. Yet debates rage on over sides to take, as if verbal violence and superiority are somehow better, when it is just more of the same: Giving energy to the idea of external domination when we have not yet learnt how to master ourselves.
Almost constantly now, I ask for dreams of healing or refuge before I sleep. I always get what I ask for. There was a new dimension to my dream last night, however: I dreamed that my father and I were given the space on top of an apartment building to make our home. Not only did we have the huge “penthouse”, such as it was, which was barely furnished and very open to the sky–we also were the stewards of the rooftop garden and public market space. The garden was abundant and overgrown with vines and colourful fat gourds–the scaffolds from which they hung needed reinforcement, which I did. The garden was gorgeous and beautiful; the rootftop garden and storey below were enough to provide space and refuge for other families, something I knew was necessary. The market needed editing, as I perceived it as peddling silly and soulless toys for children, something that would take time to improve.
When I woke up, it felt like I’d been given a huge honour and happy assignment–a lot of work to do, but one that was worth it, and important. How this will translate to real life, I do not know, but I do know I want to work more with our (real) garden, and teaching. And to continue connecting to higher consciousness on a regular basis.
It just seems more important than ever to create oases while the world is going to pot.