Flowers For Ixchel. Another Chapter Of My Story ~ By, AuroRa Le. ~ June 11, 2012.
Divine intervention can arrive at the most unexpected times and in the unlikeliest of places. This was the case for me back in 2006, when I was trying to find the motivation to leave a relationship which was clearly not working. Like many other Lightworkers, I’m a fixer. I will attract those who are in need of care, and then find it difficult to know when the line has been crossed between helping and enabling. The relationship I was in was one I had contracted before birth, and I knew this. He was a Starseed who was sound asleep and very far off course from his true life purpose. I was to wake him up.
However, it eventually became clear that this was not going to happen, and the situation had grown toxic. We were both equally miserable, but neither of us wanted to be the one to do something about it. He was steeped in the dogma of Fundamentalist Christianity-a good person, but on a separate path. Things had reached a point where I was forbidden to use my cards or speak of my differing beliefs. As the years passed, this became harder and harder to comply with. I felt like I was suffocating and I was living a lie. Nevertheless, it was predictable and ever since I was a child, the Earth had always seemed to me to be a wild, unpredictable and chaotic place. I sought refuge in tidiness, routine and order as a way to survive my stay on this planet. I could control these things. I liked the feeling of being settled. We were both wavering back and forth about which was worse-not being able to be ourselves around each other or our shared aversion to starting over. It was a kind of functional dysfunction. So, despite being awakened by my guides every night like clockwork at 3 a.m. (see what I mean…consistency), telling me that it was time the soap opera was over-I continued to procrastinate and let the situation drag on and on and on.
Then, that fall, we decided to book a cruise for school break. Cruising is by far my favorite way to travel. I love absolutely everything about it. I was put in charge of organizing the trip and seeing to it that a large group of friends and family made it down to Miami with as little chaos as possible. We boarded my favorite ship, the Explorer of the Seas, and set off for a week in the Western Caribbean. So far, so good, it seemed. Everything had gone off without a hitch and, surprisingly, nobody argued at all on that first day. “You see”, I said to my guide Rastran that evening, as I sipped a caramel appletini in the hot-tub. “I can live with this. Everything is going to be just fine.”
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Port of Call: Cozumel, Mexico
The turquoise waters off Chen Rio were clear as crystal; soft, warm and soothing. It had been a morning of high drama, encompassing every conceivable thing two people could disagree about; where we were going to go that day, who would go with whom, why the kids and I must go running on deck at 6 a.m., the school of paper fish I hung from the ceiling of the cabin, a set of mermaid-cards I’d smuggled into my suitcase..you get the idea. Anyway, it was the moment of truth for me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was time to take action, and as I swam farther and farther out from shore, I began to speak to God, to Uriel and Mother Mary, and to my Team. I begged them to please send me the courage to move on with my life and my son’s, and to send me some sort of unmistakeable sign, something huge, that would tell me that would give me the courage to do it. I dove underwater, over and over, enjoying the calm and delighting in a pair of mother and baby barracuda who seemed to find me rather interesting. Is this my sign, I thought?
A powerful, self-sufficient mother caring for her baby in the vast, open sea? I closed my eyes and floated on top of the still water and then suddenly, for a split second, I was someplace else. I saw myself-my real self-walking up a set of rough stone steps and carrying a small bouquet of bright red flowers. My hair was long and dark blonde, in a braid that I had slung over one shoulder. I wore a patterned skirt and bandeau top and my feet were bare. I set the flowers down on what appeared to be a large, flat stone. The image lasted just a few seconds, and when I came out of it the first thought I had was “Ixchel.” Ixchel-the Mayan moon goddess of motherhood, childbirth and healing. I had read about Ixchel recently, and had found her unusually fascinating. Amazing! It looked like I had gotten my sign! But there was more…
After having lunch at Chen Rio, we then made our way to the Mayan ruins of San Gervasio. This is one of my favorite places to go when in Cozumel, and synchronistically, this is a place where the Mayan people would visit to and honor and pray to Ixchel. We were a large group, so my Mom, myself and a friend branched off on our own and walked around.
As we were coming through the center of what I believe was once a village, it happened again. Only this time, rather than having a vision I felt like everything around me had just changed. Like I had jumped dimensions. Instead of the crowds of noisy tourists from the cruise-ships, I saw instead a scene from what I assume was the past. Everything went perfectly silent. I could hear absolutely nothing. I was still on the same path, but on either side of me I saw women sitting on rocks, and making things. I think they were baskets, or maybe they were shucking corn. I can’t remember exactly. And even though I couldn’t hear their voices, I saw that they were smiling and chatting companionably, and gesturing with their hands. They wore clothing similar to that which I had on in my earlier vision at the beach, but all of them were dark haired and petite.
I distinctly remember seeing children racing up and down the path, laughing and chasing each other. A couple of them were rolling some sort of wooden hoop. What was even more incredible was that they could see me! As I walked, they smiled and nodded to me, and I felt this strong familiarity, like we had known each other at one time. But this puzzled me because I knew for a certainty that this is the only human lifetime I’ve ever had, so how could this be? And then it was over. I realized that almost no time had passed in my linear world at all, and I was still standing in the exact same place that I was when I “jumped.
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That night I went on to dream about that time again, only now I was standing on a beach-the real me-and I stood watching a wall of water approach. I felt perfectly relaxed as the giant wave came closer and I made no effort to run away. 2006 seems like a long time ago, and my ability to communicate with my Team and receive clear messages has opened up considerably since then. My guide, Rastran, explained to me that even though I was not incarnated during the Mayan times, it was commonplace for there to be visitations from Galactics. This is why I saw myself as me, in my Pleiadian body, in the visions. She said that I really did spend time there, as a teacher who worked with the women and children. The image of myself leaving flowers at Ixchel’s temple actually happened and I was being allowed a glimpse into my past. She said that I loved the local customs and often visited the Temple of Ixchel to leave flowers and show my love and respect. I also learned recently from my newly rediscovered friend Declan, that in addition to my other jobs, I’m a member of the Away Teams who visit Earth and assist humanity. Back then, we were accepted and allowed to freely interact with the people. These images were chosen because they were meant to empower me as a woman live my life and have faith that everything would turn out beautifully. And the most wonderful thing of all is that they were right!
