It has been a trying few days, when I have sort of fallen out of the saddle in regards to my direction in life, my destiny. It is easy to do when life gets busy and not enough attention is paid to keeping in balance with the Universe. Oh the Universe stays where it is, but it is I who wander away from the links, letting my head start ruling the hours of the day, with its lower self demands. In the end I feel low in health and low in spirits. This is when I start floundering.
About nine days ago I was out in the far field. It was a lovely morning and I was scything grass to give to our Tamworth pigs for their breakfast. Often I stop to enjoy the morning, which I often do no matter what the weather is doing, sometimes to catch my breath, sometimes to watch our dogs romping, sometimes to sharpen the scythe, sometimes to just stop and look.
So while I was having a 'stop and look' moment, quite clearly in to my head I heard the Rodesky march. It was the Universe pressing my doorbell, asking me to pay attention to them. Playing music clairaudiently to us is a good way for the Universe to get our attention, but it is not normally tunes we would be familiar with, or would have heard recently, and the Rodesky march was definitely not a tune I had heard since I don't know when. So I stopped what I was doing, and stood, and went into the music. It did not play for long, just a second or two, but long enough for the Universe to post in clairvoyantly the 'seeing' of double doors opening and a long red carpet stretching into the distance. Keep going, that is what the Universe was trying to tell me.
But I was still in balance, so I thanked them, and carried on with the day. Ah, but the Universe could see that I was heading into a 'down time', because a day or so later in came the tune to Shanandoah, and with it the words, 'Keep going'. A day or two later, and down I crashed, taking a tumble from my higher self pathway, which left be dwelling in the world of my lower self, which is not a nice place to be, especially when I have spent the last three months updating Aspects of Self (my psychic website), and am just about ready to upload the new edits on to the Internet. But for some reason, I feel afraid of doing this, my lower self busy telling me that I can't do it, that no one is going to read it, that it is a waste of time, and so why don't I stop messing about with all this mountain of work which is needing to be done if we are going to open as a rest and recovery centre for people this year, and no, the books will never sell, the pendulums and crystals will not sell either, and Lester and I will have to go find other jobs to fund Labartere, which is then going to stop Labartere from being a source of connection between the Universe and us human beings, which is not why we were given the inspiration to come to France in the first place, and if I don't carry on, then all the efforts so far would have been a waste of time.
The Universe smiles at me as if I am a spirited child, and stands patiently beside me, knowing that sooner or later, when I start having chest pains, headaches, and despondency, that I shall remember those tunes they played me a few days ago, especially the 'seeing' of the red carpet stretching ahead of me, so I can find my way back to my destiny pathway, so that they can start working with me again, because this is what needs to happen if Labartere is to become what it could become. But it will take me a day or two to get back in sync with the Universe, but writing these words to you is a start.
If you 'hear' a few bars of music played in your mind when you are least expecting it, then pay attention as well. It is the Universe playing your doorbell, and by standing and listening to the music, then you will receive either a few words clairaudiently, or a clairvoyant picture. Take notice. It will help you keep on your higher self pathway, and stop that oh so strong lower self of yours from interfering.
Vx
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Sunday, 22 December 2013
Four Footed Guardian angels
It has been a busy time here on the farm. No time to remember to connect to the Universe, just head down and keep going.
It was a long day yesterday. Stopped a farm job halfway through. It was nearly midnight. Got to carry on with the job today, and we are tired. And it is so easy to let slip the work I need to do keep my connections with the Universe open when I am this busy, the need to do the work of the moment driving away this most important aspect of my life.
So last night, deep in an exhausted sleep, I was dreaming, but not clearly, just this and that, nothing specific. And then, quite clearly, I saw Maz, our young rottweiller girl, pushing her nose through the partly open door to the Half Barn where we sleep, and coming to sit beside me as I slept. She was alert and watchful, looking at me, and she was in my dreams.
And I knew that she was asleep in her bed in the kitchen, and that the door between us was closed. Nevertheless, there she was, quite clearly, observing me. And it was as if she was looking after me, keeping watch over me, but not in her day time awake way, when she is being her doggy self, but in a quiet way, a soul way, a deep way.
When a friend brought two puppies round to show us last January, she gave Maz to me to hold. I did not want another dog, and definitely not a rottweiller. But Maz gave me a lick, and looked at me in a deep way, and it is as if she chose me, so I had no option but to say I would keep her. And it was put into my head that her sister also needed to stay here, so I said we would also keep her as well.
Years ago, a similar thing happened when we bought Boolie, our Springer Spaniel. I did not want a dog at that time, and definitely not a Spaniel, but the Universe kept on sending me signposts that he was on his way. For instance, I clairvoyantly 'saw' a Springer puppy bouncing down the stairs, and in the library a book about owning Springer Spaniels sort of fell off the shelf at me. But I remained adamant that I would not have that breed of dog, and then he arrived after he chose me to be his new owner, and he has been the best of dogs, looking after my soul self as well as my human self. He has not been the easiest of dogs to have around though, but he has been the best of dogs, and has been an anchor for me when I have temporarily lost my links with the Universe, giving me his soul energy when mine are failing.
I think that several messages were given to me last night. That Boolie will be passing over soon, although he is still in remarkable health for fifteen years of age and carries on as if he were still a puppy. That Maz is going to 'step' into his 'shoes' when that time comes, and will become my soul helper for when my own soul energies are depleted and tiredness is robbing me of the effort to connect to the energies of the Universe directly. That by seeing Maz coming to me in my dreams, I am reminded that I am being looked after, because it was the Universe who would have brought her to me, as I say, to remind me that I not alone.
Oh dear, the day is calling me, but my heart feels warm, and I feel in balance between my soul self and my human self, because a young rottweiller came and brought healing to me in my dreams.
Do you have such a helper in your life?
Vx
It was a long day yesterday. Stopped a farm job halfway through. It was nearly midnight. Got to carry on with the job today, and we are tired. And it is so easy to let slip the work I need to do keep my connections with the Universe open when I am this busy, the need to do the work of the moment driving away this most important aspect of my life.
So last night, deep in an exhausted sleep, I was dreaming, but not clearly, just this and that, nothing specific. And then, quite clearly, I saw Maz, our young rottweiller girl, pushing her nose through the partly open door to the Half Barn where we sleep, and coming to sit beside me as I slept. She was alert and watchful, looking at me, and she was in my dreams.
And I knew that she was asleep in her bed in the kitchen, and that the door between us was closed. Nevertheless, there she was, quite clearly, observing me. And it was as if she was looking after me, keeping watch over me, but not in her day time awake way, when she is being her doggy self, but in a quiet way, a soul way, a deep way.
When a friend brought two puppies round to show us last January, she gave Maz to me to hold. I did not want another dog, and definitely not a rottweiller. But Maz gave me a lick, and looked at me in a deep way, and it is as if she chose me, so I had no option but to say I would keep her. And it was put into my head that her sister also needed to stay here, so I said we would also keep her as well.
Years ago, a similar thing happened when we bought Boolie, our Springer Spaniel. I did not want a dog at that time, and definitely not a Spaniel, but the Universe kept on sending me signposts that he was on his way. For instance, I clairvoyantly 'saw' a Springer puppy bouncing down the stairs, and in the library a book about owning Springer Spaniels sort of fell off the shelf at me. But I remained adamant that I would not have that breed of dog, and then he arrived after he chose me to be his new owner, and he has been the best of dogs, looking after my soul self as well as my human self. He has not been the easiest of dogs to have around though, but he has been the best of dogs, and has been an anchor for me when I have temporarily lost my links with the Universe, giving me his soul energy when mine are failing.
I think that several messages were given to me last night. That Boolie will be passing over soon, although he is still in remarkable health for fifteen years of age and carries on as if he were still a puppy. That Maz is going to 'step' into his 'shoes' when that time comes, and will become my soul helper for when my own soul energies are depleted and tiredness is robbing me of the effort to connect to the energies of the Universe directly. That by seeing Maz coming to me in my dreams, I am reminded that I am being looked after, because it was the Universe who would have brought her to me, as I say, to remind me that I not alone.
Oh dear, the day is calling me, but my heart feels warm, and I feel in balance between my soul self and my human self, because a young rottweiller came and brought healing to me in my dreams.
Do you have such a helper in your life?
Vx
Thursday, 12 December 2013
The moving of myself by Rach 3
Often I play music when working at the computer, but not when I am writing and so need to listen clairaudiently for the Universe to speak to me so I can know what I am supposed to be writing about, because if I can't hear them I can't write. I listen to music when I am needing to edit what has already been written, or when I am working on the updates for the websites. Most time the music becomes background noise after a few minutes.
So this morning I was working on the links for the new updates for Aspects of Self, and my head was feeling a bit scruffy about doing this, so I went on to YouTube, searched for Rachmaninov 3 Opus 30, which I often listen to. Most times it fades into the background as I work, and only occasionally will my mind be pulled back to the more melodic parts of the piece, but rarely do I stop and actually listen to chunks of it.
But this morning I did. I landed up being stopped in my tracks. All of me became involved with the pianist, who was Vladimir Horowitz, because he was playing from his heart, and his passion reached into my heart, and it was magnificent. All of me became merged with the sounds he, the orchestra, and Rachmaninov, were making. I could feel the music all over me and especially within my chest. It was a very healing experience. After the music finished I felt like I had been put through a very nice washing machine, all cleaned up and sparkly, with my heart centre filled up with a huge warmth. Gosh.
When someone speaks from the heart, whether it be via music, or words, then that person will make you pay attention to them, because they are sharing their soul energy with you, which will then make your own soul respond. It is a very healing experience to have.
Here is Mr Horowitz playing the Rach3:
He made mistakes, but that only enriches the experience of listening to him, because he was making his best effort, which was stupendous. The piano he was playing on did not have the best sound, he played occasional wrong notes, and in the beginning he sounded out of step with the orchestra. And that is the beauty of it all. Because his heart was the place from which he was playing the music, and that then makes his playing as perfect as it can get. To listen to music which is technically perfect but not played from the heart, well, that will allow that music to be pushed into the background and not be heard properly. But Mr Horowitz made me hear the Rach 3 as if for the first time. Plus I received a good dose of healing, which was a lovely bonus, especially because it was unexpected.
He made mistakes, but that only enriches the experience of listening to him, because he was making his best effort, which was stupendous. The piano he was playing on did not have the best sound, he played occasional wrong notes, and in the beginning he sounded out of step with the orchestra. And that is the beauty of it all. Because his heart was the place from which he was playing the music, and that then makes his playing as perfect as it can get. To listen to music which is technically perfect but not played from the heart, well, that will allow that music to be pushed into the background and not be heard properly. But Mr Horowitz made me hear the Rach 3 as if for the first time. Plus I received a good dose of healing, which was a lovely bonus, especially because it was unexpected.
So off I go into my day. Lots of things to do. Do you listen to music? Do you get 'moved'? I hope you do, because it heals the heart, which brings the mind and soul into balance. So if you haven't been 'moved' yet, and are not able to share a similar experience to that which I have just had, never mind, keep on going, you might in the future!
.... and sending a 'thank you' up to Mr Horowitz, wherever his soul now is, because he is no longer with us in person.
Vx
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