Message Received. Now Posted.

Angel in the SkyIt seems there is a lot to be transmitted these days. There is a message from St Germain (felt like he was speaking on behalf of many) that was just posted on In the Company of Angels.

Thank you for taking the time to read it.

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Morning Coffee – Steady…Steady…

Cup of coffee with whipped creamThis morning, I will be following where this tidbit of inspiration leads me. I felt called here to write today, so before I immerse myself in the ‘doing’ of the day, I want to take these moments to ‘be’ with the word I’m hearing whispered in my mind: Steady….Steady…

My attention was pulled in this direction, therefore I sense there is also a message here, so now I will follow the tenuous thread to see where it leads me.

English: Sailing ship AdonisWith the word came an image of a beautiful, old-style sailing ship with full sails flying across the freshening seas. (Think Master and Commander, or Moby Dick) What courage it took to set out in a tiny wooden vessel with only the supplies you could carry and the few crew mates who went with you – for their own reasons, of course, but you are all on this boat together headed in the same direction.

The Captain of the ship sets the course, and the crew implements the orders. And the ship sails on across the freshening seas…

So now I have to go look up some nautical terms to better understand this nautical-themed message for today. Off to the internet I go. Courtesy of seatalk.info, the site that lit up for me when I scanned the list that came up, here is what I found:

“Steady” is a command given to the ship’s helmsman (the person driving the ship) to maintain the course carefully.

I do note the distinction here between what I was hearing (Steady, steady) as opposed to ‘steady as she goes’ which actually means to “observe the compass direction on the present heading, and maintain that course“. (from http://www.seatalk.info)

The other phrase that poured out of my fingertips as I wrote was “freshening seas”, and because it sort of lit up, back to seatalk.info I went, because I could feel my understanding of this term is also important in order to properly ‘hear’ the message My Captain was attempting to deliver to me this day.

“Freshening” means ‘to grow in strength’ and is usually used in connection with the winds, but I was hearing freshening ‘seas‘.

As I composed the post, related articles began to pop up just at the edge of my peripheral vision. Though I usually ignore them, today my attention was drawn to look there, so I did, and found myself clicking on ‘Steady My Heart’. I actually opened the article, and was so uplifted by the bright brilliance of the young person seen singing there that I have included a link to her song below. Go visit thejoyfullifeofally. It will be worth the couple extra minutes of your time.

Then I was moved to go back to the internet and search for the symbolic meaning of water or the ocean. I have a comprehensive encyclopedia of symbolism here, and actually thought I knew what water symbolized, but I surrendered to today’s exercise and followed the promptings to go look it up. Again, I scanned the listings and clicked on the one that lit up for me.

I came away with the following ‘pieces’:

Water is often used as the Universal symbol for change, and this symbol is often used or seen at turning points in a story.

Water is symbolic of life itself. Life, all life, began in the ocean and life still exists there, so that makes sense to me.

The ocean (the type of water I am working with today is the sea, and I have learned in these cases that context is important) symbolizes power and strength, and truth, hope, mystery and magic.

Now, I will feel into the energy of this mini-matrix and we’ll see what comes out together:

We live in a time of great change on the planet, and there is a strengthening in the energies all around us, that great sea of consciousness (which is our Soul) within which we find ourselves traveling in the tiny boat we know as our physical body together with all the aspects of our personality-level awareness (the crew of the ship). The helmsman has a rather tight grip on the tiller, and sometimes is having a difficult time hearing the commands given by the Captain of this ship, which is our Heart-connection, because of the freshening seas.

Steady…steady…comes the command, gently given, with purpose and calm clarity. Steady…steady…

I hear you. I will put my attention there. I will release my preoccupation with attempting to maintain the current compass heading, for you are telling me there is a possibility that heading has changed, and that – at least for now – we need to maintain the course carefully, but be willing to veer off whatever that  original heading may have been.

Still, the wheel is being guided, the ship is steering a course. But I am open to making whatever correction my Captain (my heart) sends my way. I will release the attachment to any perception I may have had, including the current ones I form as part of my human way of being, in order to be better able to steer this ship in the direction it needs to go.

If I expand this understanding to include all aspects of myself, I encompass as well humanity and the very consciousness of the planet Herself as she makes her way through the sea of star-realms that is Her ocean, Her Soul. Steady…Steady…

We are all part of an incredible change in direction, a turning point so Vast, my miniscule consciousness cannot even begin to comprehend it. The only way we will navigate this successfully is by remaining open to the possibilities, and not attached to any set of compass directions we may have set our course on. Steady…steady…

Pay attention to The Captain. Remain aware of what your heart is telling you, and all will be well. Now take a moment to click on the link below. Then go have yourself a glorious day.

All original material posted to this site is (c) 2013, Julie Marie. All rights reserved.

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Hold It Together – A Sharing From Mary Batson

Mary Batson from www.frontporchrambles.com   sent me this yesterday. It really resonated with me, and I asked her permission to share it with you:

English: Batson Creek Falls, near Cedar Mounta...Sitting outside in the middle of a huge storm, a deluge that has been going on for over 3 hours now, with no end in sight, something comes to be shared.

I was drinking coffee and reading a book on fractals and quantum physics and the holographic nature of our universe, and how that all weaves together with the ways we are co-creating this current version of our world and our lives – and as the rain flows and blows, wildly at times, thunder crashing and lightning striking all around, and I’m being reminded of the need to “hold it together” – always, those same words coming back and back (again).

Spider web of sheet weaver spiders, taken some...

Look at the column of violet Light and the bright blue orb in the photograph. IJM

In great rains such as this, the water floods and inundates, and great changes can occur. For those of us so called, these are the times when we can spin our webs and indeed, hold it together. And I was reminded of a dream two nights ago, in which it was clear that the space I was visiting, the land and the place, the world, the state of consciousness, was old and dying – nothing could grow there anymore – even the trees were gone, a desolate scene, the grass dead and brown, and in places ripping away, and in a strange way there were two membranes, the best I can describe it, that were being torn away from the brown, almost rotting earth. If you’ve ever put down plastic to cover a garden space and then ran into it in later years while planting, you know the picture: the rotting, shredding, plastic; but this was more like an organic membrane.

A cell wall, perhaps? Who knows. But it carried the idea, and was coming again this morning, with the rain and the huge storms, that as our world is in the midst of huge change right now, in all ways including physicality; that as these membranes are tearing away, it brings the element of instability. The membranes that used to hold things together aren’t there any more, or they’re weak or they’re full of holes.

And this is when we can step into our role of spinning the new webs, the new membranes, and -at least for this time and moment – cast a silken web, a silken weave, around the world, around our homes, around our hearts…wherever we feel called, as far and wide as our webs reach, in all time frames and dimensions, both known and unknown, holding it together, holding the Earth, cushioning it, cradling it.

Phidippus audax, jumping spider: The basal par...And as I spun mine this morning, I see it reaching further and further, a silken net, holding, holding, edges racing wider and wider in spiraling circles, drawn and pulled by a giant army of spiders, the master weavers, the greatest spinners of all, like the circles of time racing out to the rescue, doing exactly what they were sent here to do.

Weaving the web, creating the shield, protecting the Earth on whatever level you choose to see it, holding it together, and as they weave, they sing and they dance, and the water races off the top of the web, sluicing into the ditched, into the drainage systems, into the rivers, flowing safely into the places meant for it, down deep, down deep, down deep into our Mother, into the hidden recesses where it can be safely stored until the time is right for rebirth. And as the spiders sing, their words reach my ears:

“I’m singing in the rain, just sing—ing in the rain….”

Spiders net in forrest

Yes, they are, and glorying in it.

May your web be mighty, may your song be bright. Spin it out. And so it is. And I am grateful. Namaste.

I join with you, Mary, in the weaving.

All original material posted to this site is (c) 2013. This article is (c) Mary Batson, frontporchrambles.com.

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Kuthumi Message at IntheCompanyofAngels

Portrait of Master Koot Hoomi by Hermann Schmi...

No sooner had I finished the post about the gift of Love from Above when I felt the prompting to go to ITCOA. Next thing I know, a message is coming through. I did not recognize the sender, and asked that he identify himself before withdrawing. He did. The rest of the story is in the post.

It is no accident that the message from Kuthumi and the post about the gift of Love came during the same sitting.

All original material posted to this site is (c) 2013, Julie Marie. All rights reserved.

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Wesak and the 3rd Eclipse-May 24, 2013

The_Earth_seen_from_Apollo_17I felt the pull to come to the site and write, and here I am. I felt like looking up the triple eclipse article, and it refreshed my memory that today is the Wesak Festival as well as the third eclipse. All of this comes to me with the strains of a song swelling in the background of my awareness…Let There Be Peace on Earth, and let it begin with me….Let there be peace on Earth, the Peace that was meant to be…

And then comes the Presence of a mighty Spirit to overtake my awareness. I am not writing today. Another will be transmitting a message for all who continue to visit here, despite my human aspect’s sometimes spotty attendance at the keyboard.

220px-BuddhaintuitionWe would say to you these words: Beloved Sons and Daughters of Creation, welcome now to the conclave which begins in moments here, within the Hallowed Halls of Amente. We have saved you a place at the Master’s Table, and are happy you are able to join us here. Please, come. Sit with us awhile. Know that, as your eyes perceive this message, we are transmitting to you via the portals to your very soul a Blessing filled with the Love and Gratitude of the multitudes of souls on whose behalf you so unceasingly labor.

Do not, for a single moment, think that we are not aware of the sacrifice, the suffering, the trials and tribulations, the pain, the peril, you are experiencing at this time. We bow in humble reverence, in recognition of the extreme courage required to move into a realm of density so far from your understanding that you have forgotten the very Essence of who you are. How painful that must be, especially to those of you who are beginning to sense there is more to you than meets the eye (the gentle humor is intentional).

Remember that you are not alone in your struggle. We are here with you, waiting to lend our energies to the task at hand. And so, on this day, we would be honored to combine our energies with yours to co-create the vision for the further unfoldment of the Divine Design in this, the most precious Jewel in the Crown of the Universal Consciousness.

Breathe now. Center yourself. Close gently your eyes. We will now begin to transmit our energies into your field to the level of your tolerance. Can you not feel our Presence as we move in more closely?

Wesak is a gathering of the Masters. All of the Masters are present here this day. We honor your presence here with us. We thank you for your continued efforts despite the many obstacles you are facing, and will continue to face. The greatest obstacle to your success, Beloved Ones, is your doubt.

We would encourage you to continue to place one foot in front of the other, to continue to strive to the best of your abilities to follow the Voice of Spirit that speaks to your heart. Accept the reality of the human aspect of yourself. Forgive the perceived failures. Honor your individual successes. Know that simply being willing to try is often enough to move the energy in the direction of undivided Light.

We reach through the ever-thinning Veil and send you the gifts of Healing, of Strength, of Compassion. Thank you for coming to this Gathering this weekend. We look forward to the day when we shall stand together and look upon this Earth and say the words: It is Finished.

And so the message transmission ended with those words. It is finished. An interesting note here, at least for me, is that this third eclipse is the most powerful full moon of the year. It is in Scorpio. It is a time of completion. Take a moment to consider what, in your life, is it time to be done with? And make it so.

Imagine yourself back at the table in the Hall of the Masters. Notice that you have a bag with you, and that all of these things you are done with are in this bag. There is a large golden bowl on the table. Place the bag in this large basin.

vflameThe instant you do, Master St. Germaine steps forward and ignites the powerful Violet Flame of Transmutation in the golden bowl and as you watch the bag and its contents are consumed by the transformative fire. Give thanks for the assistance. If you are moved to do so, request that the Violet Flame also blaze through your energy field and carry away any residue still remaining. You will bring this energy back with you to your ordinary waking state.

I give thanks to the Masters and other Light Realm beings who assisted with this message today. May you, as reader, derive some benefit from this effort.

All original material posted to this site is (c) 2013, Julie Marie. All rights reserved.

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We’ll Call This One “Mid-Day Musings”

It’s too late for a Morning Coffee, but I want to share my morning walk with you. It’s going to The Giftbe a hot one here today, and people were out early getting the walks in and the yard work done. I followed suit, and headed out right after breakfast to get the now daily exercise my body has been craving. I am starting to feel better thanks to these efforts. You can’t avoid the getting older part, but you can have some say in how it happens. But that’s a post for another day.

I had the hit to take my camera with me today, and I’m glad I did. Spring has finally come – and it looks like it will last all of a nano-second. The temps are still cool at night, but it has started to heat up pretty quickly during the day. It’s noon and already over 90 degrees here.

Good for the crops that went in late though. The unseasonably cool weather contributed to a lag in farmers getting their seed in the ground. According to reports in these parts, only about 15% of the crops are planted. I saw a pickup loaded with sacks of soybean seed while I was out this morning. Bet he’ll be glad to have the planting behind him. Then he can start to worry about enough rain…

White (c)2013,JulieMarieI took a few photos of some of the flowering trees that have (finally) bloomed, and as I headed out of the park, I spied a beautiful, large flight feather from the wing of a pretty good-sized bird. It felt like it was for me, so I walked off the path to pick it up. I’d only gone a few steps when I spotted another. And then another.

Obviously, I stumbled upon a roosting spot. I came to this conclusion based upon the, er, evidence that was everywhere. Let’s just say it was as if someone had splattered white paint everywhere.

I headed home with my hands full of beautiful feathers. Now I just need to figure out what kind of bird they came from, because that is where the message is to be found. If anyone who reads this has any ideas, I would love to hear them. Definitely too big for duck. Goose, maybe? They do remind me of peacock feathers, too, though, but I haven’t seen any evidence of peacocks in the immediate area.

I cannot explain the feeling the gift has given me, but the message somehow being related to taking flight, or flying, is not lost on me. I do feel lighter since the move here. Perhaps my time to fly is coming.

All original material posted to this site is (c)2013, Julie Marie. All rights reserved.

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