Following Our Hearts ~ And Intuition 💖

Nature Heals

The woman observed the world through her window, shutting out the noise, as she shut the door on the media belching out negative vibrations 24/7.  She walked outside putting on her boots as she tried to shed the uncontrollable feelings of anger as the tears stung at the back of her eyes..

Why was she being triggered in such a way, what had caused such a reaction in her just now that she had to leave the house, her heart beating so hard and so fast in her chest she thought she may well wrench, she felt so sick in the pit of her stomach..

Shock takes a while to set in, and she thought the world at large was mainly still in shock all these months later.. Not believing just how quickly liberties and freedoms, were being eroded and people were just not seeing the bigger picture she was seeing.

What hope did she have? Inside her heart was breaking as she knew what was unfolding, and yet the smile she had always bore externally to others was slowly disappearing as she crumbled inside.

Scattered wild seeds will thrive where ever scattered

She had gone through many such dark times, periods of such deep desolate heart ache and feeling alone. Now she saw the world being asked to purge out its own deep seated trauma in a matter of months, while it had taken her years of deep soul searching those inner wounds, bringing them one by one to the surface to face the light of day as she shed her own inner wounds she had carried from childhood and even further back in previous lifetimes..

So why had this new announcement right now affected her so much… The PM’s words still rang in her ears as the media had belched it from the other room..

She continued her walk, the tears now no longer stinging the back of her eyes were now freely running down her cheeks… She wiped them away with the back of her hand, chastising herself for being so emotional. Yet something deeper she knew had triggered that reaction. She sat on the ground, breathing deeper as she calmed her inner fury.

Thank goodness she was aware…. So many were not, and no wonder so many were breaking down right now as they hadn’t the knowledge she had been given that inner knowing, or understood the multiple layers of generational grief and personal trauma now activated on mass within the collective Trauma which was now being released on a massive scale.

Daisies bringing memories of Childhood: Different Chains now loomed

It was coming to slap us all in the face, as the world was breaking down, exposing our helplessness, isolation, and internal shaking of rage bubbled its way to the surface. People lashing out at others in frustration as the old had to crumble before the New could arise. 

She was lucky in that she had like minded souls upon her journey, a journey she had willingly stepped upon to be here at this time in the Earth’s Transition…

All her life she had felt she had a mission… Now more than ever she felt this mission was being activated as her purpose of being here was to witness this very moment and so, as she sat upon the ground looking upon the wild flowers she had planted in spring, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to drift back…

Cornflowers blue hearts blowing in the wind.

……. The scene jumped up before her vision. A market place swarming with many people of long ago in another life, she could smell the spices in open baskets and the sweat of men as they pushed her aside.. She was hurrying between the stalls picking out the vegetables and fruits, she must get home as soon as she could, she dared not be late…  She pulled her veil closer around her face.. Her dark eyes barely visible as she reached to pay the stall holder..

The next image, she was cowering in a corner, shivering in fear… pain seared through her flesh as she had endured another beating… The baby in her belly she had protected, but her two younger children were crying uncontrollably…  Inside she screamed to escape, but she had her children to protect…

Her arranged marriage was one of convenience of families paying debts, she, a chattel, a possession only. To a man whose violence would often unleash for no reason other than he had had a bad day..  She was not allowed to speak, she had learnt the lesson of that early on in her marriage..  And no longer now shared an opinion, and now rarely spoke in his presence for fear of saying the wrong thing.. So she kept silence except for speaking to her children who were also learning about violence and dominance and the treatment of  women, for the woman was to serve and submit and stay silent..

Standing Tall even among the showers and wind.

The woman’s eyes opened..  Now she understood, as the view came back into focus… She sat still, processing her meditation as she visited her other self in another timeline of yesteryear..

She needed to be gentle with herself as she healed yet another aspect of those deep inner wounds, which she also now had contributed to other fresher wounds of unworthiness in this life time… So many pieces falling, fitting, and as she assembled them, many over previous  years had come to light… As each past life revealed its own particular wound..

This life she had always known was one of Letting Go….  She needed to let this one go also..  So. she thanked the Universe for yet another insight.  She would find a different approach, a spiritual approach of dealing with this particular emotion of being gagged yet again in this lifetime.. She was not going to be submissive, she would find her own way of saying NO! She needed oxygen to breath. She had done her research and she only wished others would do their own and think for themselves.  

Her voice and those of others she knew would be heard…  She knew deep within her soul that the harder one pushed, the harder the push back came… She also knew what she had seen in her vision years ago was slowly manifesting before her eyes… And she could no longer keep silent.. She could no longer be submissive…

Each low point reached she had raised herself back up.. And this now was a collective raising of consciousness…. And in order for those who still slept soundly to wake up… Perhaps they too had to reach their lowest point in order to rise up…

We are multi layers and ALL of us are ONE.

And when we see the truth, and face the truth within ourselves,. and when we learn to nurture ourselves, and hold that compassion for others.   She saw the collective uniting in a Global healing as hearts opened as they released and let go of all of their inner wounds. Yes there would be tears, and Yes there would be anger as the collective reached it’s own Dark Night of the soul just as she had years ago.

We are now being Triggered, many were reacting in fear.. But many more were beginning to question and wake up to something isn’t adding up.. Something isn’t quite right.  She knew others felt the same… even though as yet their voices were still silent in the wings… But they too would speak their truth… For Truth remains truth no matter how many lies are weaved…

My Transformation Butterfly painting

She was breaking through her chrysalis; her wings were now flexing as she took her instinctive leap of faith… She knew she was ready to fly…  She smiled as the Sun broke through the clouds. She had to follow her own heart… No one else’s… Her heart would discern and she felt it’s beat now loudly calling her to follow her instincts.   And what she felt deep inside she felt was right.  

Unity, New Earth and Transformation. The power of Three.. 

 

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
― Rumi