I am a medium, scribe, intuitive healer, and Reiki Master, and have been channeling messages intended to invoke deep healing and rebalance inner archetypes since September 2001. I work mainly with the High Council, Archangels, and the Elohim. From time to time, I also receive messages from other elevated light beings, such as the Arcturians, Pleiadians and Andromeda, and will often receive messages directly from a person's inner child or an archetype seeking to reintegrate the soul's Light more fully.
Yesterday’s channeling session started off with a brief conversation that immediately led into a short story. I simply transcribed the words, as I always do, allowing the dialogue and images to evolve naturally.
I hope the story inspires you to look at love differently. Namaste.
“Dear One, it’s time to get going,” Vesta remarked.
“Where to?” the woman asked.
“We’re going to the edge of your known Universe.”
“Which one?” prodded the young girl. “My repertoire of acknowledgment is pretty broad.”
“And I’d like you to broaden it, just a little.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
“You’re reading my mind,” the woman said.
“All of us are able to read minds, you know,” Vesta commented. “As are you, when you’re no longer tethered to your physical body.”
“I have a favour to ask,” the cynic stated. “If you don’t mind, please.”
“What’s your favour?” Vesta inquired, as the wind began encircling the cynic, looking for an opening.
“I’d like to ameliorate my fears of being in close, intimate contact with someone without feeling as though the world is going to collapse in on itself.”
“It won’t collapse in on itself, but it might show you some areas where you’re resisting the very thing that you’re wanting,” Vesta said in an assuring tone. “Please review the transcription from the other morning. It will be a very good place to start.”
“Okay,” he concurred. “I’ll do it because I know you won’t let me down.”
“Don’t put your faith in someone else’s ability to hold the cards. You have a few of your own that you can play, as does the woman.”
The woman smiled and recalled the conversation she had had with Maitreya earlier that morning.
“Are you ready?” Vesta inquired.
“I am,” the fool said.
“I am, too,” Maitreya said, reassuring the woman that he was still watching over her.
“Let time be a friend and not an enemy, for love—regardless of how it is defined—will not wait. It will continue to move and encourage movement. Man’s free will is his only limitation. As always, he must choose whether expanding his boundaries and expectations is within his scope of vision. The broader the view, the grander his heart’s ability to seek solace in expansion and not limitation. Let that be all for this morning. Upload the other day’s transcription immediately afterward or allow this to sit and percolate within. Either way, the choice is up to you. Two steps forward is still two steps forward. There is never anything wrong with taking a step back to consider your options and alternative courses of behaviour. If your methods have not yielded you the desired results, then open yourself up to adopting new ones on for size. There is no one-size-fits-all, as far as love is concerned; there is only what fits for each individual. Let time be a friend and not an enemy,” Vesta repeated.
“For love—regardless of how it is defined—will not wait,” said the young girl.
“And the only thing I have to do now is expand how far I’m willing to push my emotional boundaries,” added the woman, feeling comforted by her newfound courage.
~ Channeled December 16, 2018
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I’ve often said, “Only in silence will man hear the echo of his heart’s longing.” Today’s message precedes two days’ worth of transcriptions, which includes a manifesto of sorts that Vesta asked me to transcribe yesterday. I’ve been asked to upload today’s transcription in its entirety beforehand. Those of you who have been following along witnessed the aftermath of Maitreya’s premonition on Saturday, which immediately preceded an unraveling that a few of the characters weren’t expecting. Although it seems odd to me to upload disjointed aspects of stories, sometimes things aren’t meant to follow a predictable, set order or path. Sometimes, random encounters can lead us into thinking we’re headed in one direction, and a “you-turn” suddenly appears out of nowhere. The soul will always lead us toward love; it’s our egos that will often thwart love, reminding us of our histories and past failures, cautioning us to play things safe until we’re certain.
“Children wear water wings when they’re learning to swim,” Maitreya said, showing the woman an image of a young boy swimming in a lake, who paused when he encountered a dragon gently floating in front of him. Neither the young boy nor the dragon appeared afraid; in fact, they both seemed to be startled at the presence of the other. In the next image, a young girl deftly swam between them, glancing toward the young boy and then the dragon, whose eyes seemed to glitter with possibility. She tread water silently before shrugging her shoulders, as if to say, “Oh, well. I guess they’ll move when they’re meant to,” before swimming on. Both the dragon and the young boy followed her with their eyes, and then looked at each other and also shrugged. “Fear is often made out to be larger than it is,” Maitreya added, and the woman nodded her head. “New beginnings are new beginnings, Dear One. Remember that the next time you attempt to come between someone and a fear that has yet to be conquered.” The woman felt herself being drawn back to the lake, and the image of the young boy and the dragon were replaced with a soft, ethereal mist. She then felt herself swimming toward a small island. “Rest here,” she heard. “Integrate what you’ve learned and allow others to do the same.”
“And now, on with today’s story!” exclaimed the fool, bringing the woman back to the present. Nodding her head again, she accepted that Maitreya’s vision was precisely what she needed to witness.
For those of you who are struggling to reconnect with a Christmassy feeling, I hope today’s conversation inspires you to find some inner magic to hold onto.
Namaste.
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The Universe has a way of opening doors that we didn’t know were closed and also prompting new beginnings to occur when we are least expecting them. If there is an unhealed part of yourself in need of the soul’s comfort, I hope you find Vesta’s words in today’s message both helpful and healing. Namaste. 🌼 Continue reading “New beginnings”
“’All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again,’” said Maitreya, reciting a nursery rhyme to the shadow girl.
“Why me? Why now?” she asked.
“What is troubling you, Dear One?”
“Things feel uncertain.”
“Why would you tell her a nursery rhyme with such a miserable ending?” inquired the cynic on behalf of a few other archetypes.
“Because sometimes what appears to be a failed ending is actually the start of a tremendous beginning.”
“What if Humpty Dumpty hadn’t fallen in the first place?” the shadow girl asked.
“Then you wouldn’t have a story at all.”
“I get it,” the woman said, pondering how long it took her to pick up the pieces after her last disastrous relationship.
“Not to mention the ones beforehand,” Maitreya stated, knowing full well that the young girl had more than enough resilience in her repertoire of acknowledgment to bounce back from another disappointment.
“I wouldn’t be so certain,” the cynic said, reminding them of the conversations they had had recently concerning the man Melchizedek asked the woman to leave behind.
“Speaking of Melchizedek, let’s upload the story you were asked to transcribe yesterday,” another guide requested. The woman looked up and noticed several others were standing in line, waiting for their turn to speak.
“Man will always wait for what is worthwhile,” assured Maitreya. “Not that you necessarily need to, but you might want to consider stretching your psoas muscle today. It will help you to loosen emotional trauma that is being held inside. You can upload the conversation with Melchizedek tomorrow.”
“What words of wisdom do you have for us today, then?” asked the fool.
“When one door opens, another door closes.”
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know,” the cynic said.
“I have an idea,” the young girl said, bringing out a tall vase and setting a few flowers into it, sparking the woman to reconsider keeping a bouquet of flowers around to brighten her living space.
“You are one of the only ones in your family who is truly open to the next realm,” Maitreya observed. “This has both isolated you and given your life true meaning. Would you have traded this for an unfulfilling marriage or the potential for an extramarital affair occurring?”
The woman remained silent, knowing the answer.
“You are not the same woman you were when our journey began,” El Morya said, stepping in. “Many believe you are, but you and I both know you aren’t. How else would you rather be?”
“I’d rather be certain that my life is no longer in jeopardy.”
“On behalf of Melchizedek, I can promise you that your life is no longer in jeopardy,” El Morya repeated.
“But he told me that if I didn’t leave him, I would die. The last time I listened, all hell broke loose.”
“You unleashed a demon that was waiting to pounce in any event. Would you prefer to return to the way things were when you were together?”
“No,” the woman said. “Absolutely not.”
“Then I would have to say that when man reaches the end of his journey toward enlightenment, all the obstacles he thought were roadblocks will miraculously reappear to reveal their true nature. Similarly, during man’s life review, all the people man thought were antagonists will miraculously reveal their true gifts. Those gifts are often disguised, and many will rebel at the idea of rekindling a romance in the next life term with someone who repeatedly broke his or her heart in the last one. Yet, standing in the centre of the self requires a person to truly honour who has come into his or her life, regardless of the outcome from the ego’s perspective. Imagine all the wounds that could easily be healed if forgiveness was aimed at an infiltrator or compassion was extended toward a thief who stole what he sought to find within himself. These are all deep questions requiring introspection, and not everyone will have the time or the inclination to desert their outer worlds to embark upon an inner journey of healing to do exactly what is required: release attachment to all who sought to harm in retaliation for hurts they have yet to heal. Everyone who triggers a wound in another is intended as a catalyst for growth, not an instigator who intentionally inflicts harm. Some are completely oblivious to the negative energies they project upon others. Be compassionate toward all living beings—even those who appear to be standing against you—for, in the next realm, those same people might very well be the ones who were sent to free you from the pain you have held onto as truth. Love does not mean counting rights and wrongs; it means determining that all actions against the soul’s light requiring correction will be revealed in order for their divine inheritance to be showered upon you. Let love’s light reign down, for, in the rain, all that distorts the soul’s truth from being witnessed will be washed away.”
~ Channeled December 8, 2018 🌼
Yesterday’s channeling session involved a journey to the Akashic Records. Maitreya asked me to delay posting it and trust that today’s message would help to pave the way forward.
“Closed doors are closed doors,” he commented. “Be willing to stand in the open and look around, as well as within. Challenge your beliefs about feeling unworthy of experiencing joy in lieu of sorrow. The soul is beckoning you to unmask yourself. Heed its call.”
He then asked me to transcribe the conversation below. Namaste.
Maitreya came through this morning with the following message. Namaste. 🌼
Today’s channeled message resonated deeply. Namaste.
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“I have a favour,” the woman requested as she sensed another guide was present. “Please provide me with a recipe for trust. That’s an obstacle I’ve been struggling to overcome.”
Sheridan Cooke 