I didn’t intend to go into meditation this evening. It just happened. I’ve been in a bad low vibration coming back from the Bahamas and Atlantis with my Twin. The trip was beyond amazing and magical. I feel sad without him close. Going from being with him in paradise to distance and barley communicating is soul shaking for me. Everyone goes into post vacation blues, but it hit me particularly hard. With a broken ankle, over whelmed by stresses of my kids changing schools and arguing with my ex and financially burdened I want to hurl myself off my balcony. I’m on the 3rd story.

Maybe its Venus in retrograde. I can’t shake the low vibe. I miss my twin. I miss running. I miss money flowing easily. I miss everything being stable in my life. I feel weighted down. Like I can’t move. Like I don’t want to move. I feel alone in it all. My heart, my soul is just….heavy. I haven’t been meditating for about a week now but was taken there without expecting it this evening. Just sitting in bed trying to watch a movie…Not even trying. Like I was being called. And this is what I saw….

The forest I typically stroll through to get to my “garden”, where I see my master guide Merlin and meet my Twin, I saw myself sprinting. Running hard, saw my feet digging deep into the earth, heard my breath fast and sharp. It was if I was running away from pain itself. I sprinted through my forest. Raja, my tiger on my right with Tala my white Lioness on the left, running with me. I get to the bridge that crosses over the river to Merlin and the garden. My twins boat, is not there. Raja and Tala stop at the bridge and let out trembling roars as I cross over. Merlin is there and I run into his arms. He embraces me and I sob into his shoulder. I can feel his soft velvet robes soak up my tears and he hugs me tight and I break free and look into his eyes, that are as blue as the Caribbean sea I just came from on vacation. A single tear rolls from them and I again start running.

I run up the steps towards the crystal castle. I take the steps two at a time and break open the doors. No one is on the glass thrown. I turn to my right and sprint down the hallway towards the doorway to Maura’s room. I burst through the door and glance around frantically. Nobody there. I look to my left towards the “wall” of the room that is just sky and sprint towards it. I hurl myself into the sky and start to free fall downwards.

After free falling a moment I look down and I see the ocean. I dive in, and am swimming down. Down and Down and Down. In meditation it seemed like I swam miles downward. Eventually I swim so far I break into air. An open space, and fall into Atlantis. The lost city. I land on my feet, in the middle of the city, and Atlanteans surround me. They start to robe me, put my crown on and give me my golden staff with the bright blue orb on the top. “High Priestess!” they say. I start to get mobbed by the people, and in the crowd I see my Twin.

He’s a ways from me and I can’t get to him through the crowd. He looks solem. Sad. Almost unemotional. The crowd swopes me up and puts me in a thrown that they carry. They carry me away from him towards the temple. I look back at my twin, longingly, and he disappears out of sight. The crowd carries me to the steps of the temple and I turn to look up. All of my exes are before me. All the men, besides my twin, that I’ve had a relationship with, are there. Standing there. My ex husband, And any “boyfriend” I had after my divorce. Just standing there staring at me.

I look at each of them in the eyes, pausing on each face. They are expressionless. After, I jump up and sprint into the crowd. I’m pushing, shoving, fighting people, yelling my twins name. Tears streaming down my face. My pristine white robes are now ripped and stained with dirt. My crown has been lost in the stuggle, my staff broken and my twin is gone. The crowd calms and slowly disperses. I hobble back to the steps of the temple alone. Not a soul around. I sit down, hang my head and start to cry.

Eventually I feel a presence coming towards me. My head is hung, crying, and I see a shadow engulf my bloody bare feet. I slowly look up and ArchAngel Michael looks down at me, in all his glory. He holds his hand out and gestures for me to stand. I take his hand and embrace him. Still crying, he hugs me tight and strokes my head comforting me. “Its alright…Its alright.” He says. I look up at him and step back. Like I knew why he was there….”Are you ready?” He asks. I nod my head, Yes, and two energy cords stream from my heart chakra and my sacral chakra. Bright, thick energy cords. Michael wields his flaming blue sword and I stiffen, anticipating his strike. He comes down fast in blue fiery blaze, and cuts the cords in a clean swipe.

In my physical, 3d body, I instantly feel lighter. A weight lifted from my heart and soul. Still in meditation, I step back from Michael after the cutting. Blood starts to run from where the cords were. Slowly. I put my hands in it and watch it run through my fingers. I don’t feel any pain, physically. I look up at Michael, puzzled, my hands dripping in blood. “It needs time to heal. He needs to heal.” He says. And I drift out of meditation. I look at my phone and my Twin had texted me. It had been almost two days.

Moonlight reflection. Stars and directions. Planets projections. Souls exposed. Causing repose. Left disposed. A heart that froze.

Love & Light

Kelsey