Lost in the depths of despair people often shut themselves away, preferring others not see their weakness. This is a primeval response to hurt and vulnerability. When the world had a much more brutal and primitive environment those who were hurt would seek a safe hiding place,make themselves small and await healing, knowing with their strength sapped they were easy prey for predators. In this time, your time, physical injury is no longer the prime reason to hide. Mental and spiritual anguish is what pushes people into seclusion. Removing oneself from society can create, for a time, a safe and peacefully controlled existence but never should isolation become a life, a habit. Many, who have become trapped in their once haven, no longer remember that there is another way to live. Their closed minds and hearts have sealed over and scared, like old wounds, locking the hurt inside. Often, in their mind’s eye, they imagine the outside world, imagine others playing out their lives, sometimes sneeringly believing they can never again be part of it or believe it is just too risky and that they are safer where they are. How very sad. Unfortunately the healing of this situation needs to begin within the person themselves. Those who are strong can be very tempted to try and force the secluded into the open. This will not work. Given time and peace the false images of the mind’s eye will begin to disperse. That eye will become more of a window, one that does not reflect themselves but allows them to look outwards. It is then they need to see a simple sign to draw them out. From where would that sign come? Who would provide it? Long ago ancient man, whose communities were separated by great distances, made use of the smoke from their campfires to communicate. Not only could the smoke relay messages there was then, as is now, a message in the fire itself. Campfires symbolize a living community, comfort and warmth, they draw the lonely and frightened like a magnet, they offer light and safety. Light and safety is what we all seek and light can be found anywhere as long as it is continually lit by those who are able for those who are not. So, beloved children, BE the sign, light your campfires, create the light and allow the wounded to seek you. Send up your smoke signals and show the way to hope and unity.
Every adult knows that the best way to solve the riddle of a garden maze is to raise themselves higher so the entire puzzle can be seen. Children, at first, don’t know this. Most would gladly blunder along, enjoying the adventure, until perhaps, they become tired or confused and maybe a little scared. Is it age bringing wisdom that eventually allows children to find the solution or is it the confusion and fright enforcing the need for an answer? Probably a little of both. The tactic of raising yourself higher for a more comprehensive view is one that can be applied to many circumstances in life. We ask, many times, that you live in the moment, deal with what is actually happening now and we still advise this. That does not mean that if you are uncomprehending of what you are experiencing in the moment you must transfix your body and mind until you do comprehend . We suggest that, whilst staying in the moment, a higher perspective can be sought. In some situations it can seem as if you are facing a mammoth wall of obstruction – a dead end with no way round. It can seem the only logical option is to turn back. In a physical maze these walls are created with and for amusement, it is part of the game. In a real life situation these walls can be created by thoughts, yours and the thoughts of others. Rarely are these dead ends tangible, even so, these walls of thought can be scaled. You can rise above them, achieve a different view from a higher point and even if the exit is some distance away the promise of resolution can be a comfort and help renew your resolve to not retrace your steps but continue on with faith. For you are no longer blundering children and you have no reason to become scared. You are wise adults who can enjoy the adventure of the maze, knowing you have the ability to raise yourselves higher, knowing you will always find your way.
Regret, it sits heavily in the heart of those who bear it, that long anguished sigh of sadness travels through them, dragging their energy downwards fixing them to the spot preventing forward movement, if only for seconds. All of you wear regret to some degree, most let it bide and ride figuring it is an accepted part of existence, it may be part of existence but it is best if it is not easily accepted. It is of no use or benefit. Life can be somewhat like a game of chess with each of you the pieces. Most of you don’t know which piece you are – queen, king, pawn, no matter, you each have the same value, each plays a part. These pieces have their own boundaries and positions, they can only move in a certain way and only occupy the one space at a time, giving them their own perspective. It is just the same for you and from this perspective a choice must be made, a plan set in place, to win to succeed but what if that choice does not result in success? Is it the pieces fault or is it the fault of the hand of fate? Perhaps. While you all have free choice the hand of fate does have a habit of reaching in to disrupt the play, even to the point that it seems to throw the board into the air, scattering all the pieces and causing much confusion. What then would have happened to all the choices? A choice is not a sacred thing it is not something valuable in itself. It is a method of repositioning yourself on the game board of life , a needful tactic, for games and life need to move. You cannot know for certain what another piece/person will do. Their plan is their own and the fickle hand of fate will just as happily disrupt their game as it will yours. To believe a loss, any loss, was all your doing is to believe that you alone have the power to control every piece in the game. That you alone are beyond the reach of fate. Your fellow pieces are not the enemy nor is fate, all of it is just life, it does not need to be won and any perceived missteps do not need to be mourned. Free choice is free – there is no debt to be paid if that choice fails to produce the outcome you desired. Your choices have enabled your own movement thus enabling the movement of others. This is your part in the game, be you queen, king or pawn. Play on beloved children, choose, move and bear no regret.
You reap what you sow. What you give you will also receive. These are, both, old and much used phrases and true to a point. A planter plants and waits. Tends the new growth, nurtures it along and again waits, waits ‘til the crop has worth and use. Sometimes that, carefully tended crop, fails – is of no use. This can be a crushing blow to those trying to make a living off the land and can lead to mental despair and financial hardship. Even so, these people accept that crop failure is part of farming, an unwelcome and not surprising event but what if that crop was of no use because it bore no kinship to what was sown? What if they had planted corn and daisies grew instead? Despair would not lead their thoughts, confusion and amazement would. Seeds of thought/plans can behave in both of these manners. They can fail completely or somehow grow into something never sought. That does not mean the act of sowing was a waste of time. The planting of seed, both physical and mental, is an act of trust and hope. A bargain with the universe that you will do your part if the universe will do it’s. So, when the result is nothing like you imagined it to be and you are sure the seed was true, what do you blame? The soil = the seed’s surroundings, pollution = the seed’s influences, the seed’s nurturer = yourself or do you just rail at God, the universe and everything? Well, there is no need for blame. If you look, truly look, at the unexpected result of your hope and trust you may find that the crop to be reaped just might have far more use than you first thought, for, no matter what that seed has become, if it has been fed with faith and fairness, the universe will do it’s part and ensure there is a harvest.
This channelling has links to a previous post Dreams and Schemes.
The path to wisdom is fraught with indecision and doubt. The monkey mind pipes up, again and again, with thoughts, such as, Do I really know what I’m doing? Who am I to believe myself worthy of great knowledge? Where is the peace and contentment thought to come with wisdom? No matter how far you have truly come, these types of thoughts will arise. Heed, they arise for everyone on every perceived level of learning. If no doubt arose even the gentlest of people would crash about life doing exactly as they pleased, possibly hurting themselves and others. Doubt and indecision has a purpose, in that, it pauses action, gives time for spirit to catch up. Free will is, somewhat, of a misnomer as within “free” will is a price and that price is responsibility. Wise, knowing people can sometimes see how another’s problems could be improved with their guidance and help and are keen to do so – even feel compelled, this is where the responsibility arises. It comes in the form of not doing but allowing – respectful inaction. The other has their own brand of wisdom and their own monkey mind is just as noisy as those seeking to help them. The enlightenment and comfort of each individual is not the responsibility of one sole individual but the responsibility of each individual soul. Doubt is not necessarily a sign of lost faith. Doubt is a sign of creative intelligence. Doubt is born from thinking of all possible outcomes for any particular circumstance, a very useful ability to preserve one’s wellbeing and that of others. We have often implored you to trust and we still ask this of you but we also understand the worth of a little doubt and indecision. You are intelligent beings who are more than capable of wise discernment. We ask, only that, you not fear doubt, that you allow it it’s place, heed it’s caution, check your pace and proceed with lightness of heart, for, faith and doubt can easily walk hand in hand.
Far away from land, far out into the sea, lives a fish so strange to behold even other fish are wary of it. No man has laid eyes on it and won’t for many years. It is an aberration of nature, as nature is understood for now. Not truly a new species but a conglomeration of a multitude of species that have morphed through time to produce this oddity. It knows not what it is nor does it much care. It just is. It hungers and it sates it’s hunger. It swims and rests, swims and rests. There is no way for this fish to know anything of it’s self. No other fish or man can explain to it it’s oddity. Even if by some chance it could see it’s own reflection it would be uncomprehending, at best, it would assume the image to be another creature. It has no joy of it’s self. It has no sense of it’s specialness, no sense of it’s rarity. In a way, you are, each and every one of you, this fish. When you encounter your reflection it is just as hard for you to discern your true self. It is easy to believe that the image reflected back to you is a complete and accurate image. There are definite lines and edges and aside from natural changes caused by aging, fashion and grooming, the image is recognizable as being the same as the last time it was viewed. Always you, all of you and nothing more. Mmm, well, yes and no. It is the you of the now but that you has also morphed through time to become an oddity- a one of a kind. If that image was true and complete there would never be a mirror large enough to show all of you and you would be just as uncomprehending of the bits you could see. You wear many faces in this life but only one is seen. You carry the weight of many bodies but have the use of only one. You radiate the energy of many lifetimes but only live this moment. All of this is your true image, one that if it were to be loosed, would place you in the same predicament as the fish, you would assume that you were another creature but you are not. You are you, a mix of your past, your present, your future but still just you a special rarity, a strange fish indeed.
The wisdom of the ages is available to any who actively seek it. Nothing is deliberately hidden from those who are ready to embrace the teachings of past or present masters. Enlightenment is not solely reserved for the elite few. Whatever your perceived station in life, creed, background or nature, you are welcome to reach and learn. Academic achievement is not a prerequisite either. It is a sad fact that many groupings of like minded people/ seekers tend to eventually segment into hierarchal formations. Jealousy and judgement win over unity and acceptance. The structures of human psyche are varied to suit each individual and the lifetime they need to act out. Your world needs deeply compassionate and knowledgeable ditch diggers as much as it needs rich and cosseted gurus. Each of these characters has the same capacity for cosmic wisdom. However, it would be of no use if everyone throughout all positions attained the same level of understanding at the same time nor would it be useful for only one group to hold all wisdom. Knowledge needs to grow like a tree and it’s roots need to spread far and wide to survive. If these roots were to grow in only one direction the tree would not flourish nor have any stability and it is just so with knowledge. It is you that can sustain it, you that it’s roots seek to hold it and in return that tree of knowledge will offer you protection in stormy times. Do not hesitate to claim your place in the shelter of the tree, for, The Tree of Knowledge exists for all.
The path of a healer allows for many teachings, not all of them seem kind. These mostly gentle people work directly from the heart, they not so much have an occupation but a calling, one they cannot help but answer. Healers, in their own way, sing. The immense diversity of human experience creates a myriad of ailments, each particular and peculiar to that experience. All carry their own vibration/song. It is that song a healer must hear and sing with in counter harmony. Many people, many songs each unique to that healing. At times there is no counter harmony to be sung , the afflicted must sing their song solo to the end. All healers know that not every illness is meant to healed, some situations must be allowed to be. To stay their hands and to silence their songs is the grief of the healers. Knowledge of the spiritual laws concerning death and dying does not always ease an aching heart nor does it remove compassion. Healers can feel this heartache doubly so, especially if the afflicted is held dear. The amazing strength of conviction shown by these beautiful people is a credit to all humanity, it lights the way to much understanding, much wisdom. The personal cost to healers can be high and it is this we wish to address. Beloved healers KNOW this. When your hands have been stilled and your songs silenced trust there will be an entire choir softly crooning, this time in perfect harmony with the original song of the soul to guide their own home. Believe this, trust this, for we sing also and for our beloved children our song is always a gentle lullaby. Be peace healers and sing your songs knowing you are not alone, knowing the choir bides.
This year is a year of transitions. A year of evaluating what is worth holding dear and what needs to be released. Major and minor decisions will need to be made by many people many times, over and over again, seemingly without end. Possibilities are endless and plans put in place will seem somehow elastic, shifting and changing in all directions. Many will feel less than confident that their dreams and schemes will come to fruition. Frustration, if allowed, will rule the day. This is not the universe playing tricks. This is a method employed to enforce commitment to self. To solidify one’s belief that no matter what road is taken all of them will lead to where they need to be. Choice and will keep you here and choice and will steer you through life but the cosmos overrules when necessary. Dedicated seekers of the spiritual usually have a much broader perspective of life, a deeper acceptance of the part played by unseen energies but even they are somewhat blinkered to the entire truth – this is necessary. You still co- create with us and your desires are still the foremost consideration but how can you plan for something of which you have no knowledge? For us it is like trying to describe the sense of taste to someone with no taste buds. The wheel of fate turns constantly with many little diversions on the way. Please believe these diversions are worthwhile. Trust that the universe truly has your back, always and ways. Take heart that all roads lead to home, for, home dwells inside you and travels with you every step of the way.
Relevant previous channelling
Roses, they bloom in their own time. Bloom beautifully if cared for and nurtured but even bloom when they are neglected and forgotten. You, too, can bloom in either circumstance. Sometimes the latter circumstance of neglect is what encourages the rose to bloom, is it defiance on the roses part or God’s hand knowing what needs to occur?
Misty is the air between reality and illusion, between existence and non-existence and you would be surprised just how thin the line between the physical state and the spiritual state really is. It is your will that keeps you here with every breath you take. If that will faulters for too long, too often, life can become very strange. Many little blips of non-presence can scatter a persons thought processes, leading to confusion, dis-ease and dis-connectiveness. Your projected images flicker on and off like the jerky images of a very old movie. Many spiritual practices advise conscious presence and mindfulness with good reason. You know that humans spend a great deal of their present moment with their minds in the past or the future and you know that none of what is experienced there is real, it no longer exists or is not yet manifest. What is “real” is the present moment and it is made of choice and will. “I am here” is a truth, any other thought is a lie – an illusion. People like to dream, to plan, that is part of creating a life story and that’s ok but when the future is the only focus for that story not much is being created for the present. The present becomes a barren desert with the future a shimmering haze in the distance – a mirage. Realising your life has become this empty landscape can be scary but take heart, for, you cannot be truly lost you are here and you are not an illusion, you are the present moment – the only real thing.