Dani, Removing the Shackles, Aug. 25, 2012

http://removingtheshackles.blogspot.ca/2012/08/do-we-dare-keep-our-hearts-open.html

I’ve pondered this question for years. I’ve waxed and waned on it, occasionally cutting myself off from the flow of the negative to guard my bruised and battered spirit, taking respite in burying my head in the sand for a while. And for a while the view from under the dirt is numbing and deliciously peaceful, but deep inside you know that that blind sense of calm tranquillity is not real.

Then the intermission is over and it’s time to return to the surface, to wash the sand out of my eyes and take a look around.

The Controllers of the main stream media “News” focuses continually on the murder and mayhem and the scenes of violence and destruction, constantly bombarding our hearts with utter blackness. They guide your attention to feed your fears- fears that they instilled in you to begin with.

The underlying message is “There is no hope here” because people without hope just give up.

It is time to break away

 By  lightlover1964

Yesterday was very intense for me.
 Physically, energetically, and emotionally.
For about six hours last night, my body released old,no longer needed energies.
I was burning up inside, it felt like two hundred degrees inside my body.

But the outside of me was drenched in sweat and so cold.
My hands and feet were especially affected with the cold and hot energies.
I had severe pain on the right side of my head.
Vibrational flu, was what I kept hearing over and over again from my guides...
It is almost over, was the message I got.
 
Woke up this morning after finally falling asleep at around three in the morning, with incredible clarity.
I have decided to move to my little beach house and start my new life there.

Last night something shifted within me.

Thanks to Christina.

We envision our Mother Earth in her Highest Light, where all the waters, everywhere, are pure and clean; where all the plants and animals who dwell in and around the water are living their lives happily, healthfully, and joyfully; where everyone who depends upon the water for their leisure or their livelihood is grateful for the abundance they enjoy;

where the skies are true blue and clear; where all manmade clouds are a thing of the past; and where every breath we breathe is sweet, vibrant, and life supporting;

where the land – everywhere we go, everywhere we look – is pristine and pulsating with life; where the trees are radiant and beautiful, the farms and gardens flourishing with fruits and foods of all kinds in all places; where the animals, both wild and domestic, are respected and guaranteed to live their days in peace and safety;

where the people are honoring and caring for one another in every land, in every home, in every way;

Over the past couple of months I’ve agonized over the fact that I felt as though I don’t know who I really am. My agonized thinking had to do with doubts about how to proceed, how I could know what I am to do, what my “mission” even is, if I don’t even know who I really am.

Sometimes when I’m meditating and really flowing with energy I feel like there are wings on my back. In fact occasionally I look behind me completely expecting to see them and not understanding why I can’t. Does this mean I was/am an angel in a physical vehicle? (1)  Maybe. I would like to know.

I feel incredibly close to AA Michael. He is the first one I usually think of when I close my eyes and go within. I can hardly stand not being with him and long for the day when I will be. Does this mean I was with him before? Am I one of his angels? I would like to think so but I don’t really know. I would like to know.

BY GLR~Lisa Gawlas

There are some readings/visuals that just seem to catch me so far out in left field that all I can do is laugh… at first.  This was definitely the case with one of my readings yesterday.  I really think her spirit was in rare form of visual release.  By the end of our session, not only do we have another powerful meditation to work with, but a huge understanding of the message from Archangel Michael the other day.  Let me start from the beginning:

There she was, out in her West field, clinging to what kept feeling like a strippers pole.  She was hanging on for dear life.  The pole, a dull silver color, went from the ground to as high as my vision could see.  She had her arms and legs wrapped around the pole about 3 feet off the ground, in a death grip!  All I could think of was: what the hell are you doing on a striptease pole?