Black Swan Healing

15/04/2022

lucid dreaming ... again.

Has it already happened? Is it going to happen? Can we change it? 🤷🏼‍♀️ It does make me feel better to have a go as then my mind can let it go.

So I went back in and focused on the tall building cluster and surrounded it with bubbles of light ... white in the center at ground level ( I get the sense of some sort of object there... and the light will help it to be found) followed by blue around that about halfway up the height of the buildings in radius, then gold around buildings and purple radiating out from that. Note that this is the first time bubbles of light have ever separated out this way for me.
Next Came gold shields like orange peel segments, surrounding the object and extending to earths center and up the the sun; with blue light in the seams and a gold ring around the circumference like saturn ... so it looks like a big football. This is when I usually kick it into outer space.
But then i saw hands wrapping furiously around and around and around the outside of it with what looked like coloured electrical wires, so I waited until it was done and even though it now was more shaped like a basketball, I still booted it. Gone. Dust off the hands. Make a cuppa 🙂

20/08/2021

LOVE-IN ❤️
8-9pm Thursday 19/8

Somewhere a premier lies in bed. “Why me?” she’s thinking. Why now?
Eyes wide, staring into the darkness.
Her hair a mess, her arms folded sensibly across the covers pulled up to her chest.
“It’s time to put this all to rest” gently nudges at her head.
But she’s not there yet. For now, she’s just sitting, staring into the space between.

image: Snow Queen Pothos, warming.
music: Samjjana, Gently Now.

IN-LOVE❤️

19/08/2021

LOVE-IN ❤️
8-9pm Wednesday 18/8

1. Wanting to separate the two words, ‘taliban’ and ‘violence’ in the collective consciousness, I started tonight’s LOVE-IN by sitting in peaceful silence while holding space for Afghanistan in my mind. Little flashes of news stories blipped to the surface for an instant then disappeared, over ridden by the colour of spring grass green. The peaceful feeling began to grow deeper as I tuned into Afghanistan, opening my heart and I realised it was coming from the country itself; the rock, the soil, the water. Ancient. Powerful. All-knowing. All-loving. Peace.

2. Pakistan. After about half an hour of meditation, sitting in peace and love and thinking of ‘pakistan’, I received a visualisation of all weapons supply by the English stopped, a more equal human footing established and people beginning to grow food and negotiate. I saw a man walking freely down the street to a playground with a small boy on his shoulders.

3. Africa: she feels strong; practical defences up; retreat within; no international trade; switch to self sufficiency. I see water wells and permaculture practises in the villages.

4. globally: (frag- terror- endocrine systems- grief- depression - spleen- heart- frag - apathy - coercion - cv jab) + (frag - active memory, holocaust)

IN-LOVE ❤️

26/04/2021

Early morning meditation, before the dawning on Anzac day, using Joe Dispenza’s Blessing of the energy centers, spontaneously combined with Dr Hew Len’s Ho o pono pono into the space around each centre; for full responsibility for current events.

In the first energy centre and the space around that: american indians ‘pow wow’; drumming, dancing, around the fire, voices and embers going up into space, ancestors. healing through time; i’m sorry please forgive me. i love you. thank you. europeans. massacres. buffalo. land. culture. alcohol. plant and animal medicine. sustainable management of resources. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. thank you.
The roots: The money lenders, the original untouchables, not alllowed to work, only allowed to handle money considered dirty; revenge. lending kings the money they need for armies for expansion. for trade. centuries of war, $ wealth, power and control. roots of europe’s banking families. only gold, america had silver. resources. expansion. massacres. i’m sorry please forgive me. the henry fords. funding expansion. funding wars. funding massacres. holocaust. im sorry. please forgive me. i love you. thank you.

In the second energy center: Indigenous Australian corroboree, clacking sticks, navigation by the stars. sparks from the fire, voices flying up into space, healing through time, I’m sorry please forgive me, i love you, thank you. ancient cultures. still here in another dimension. ancient story lines. healing. sustainability. feet dancing in sand, spirits of the land, plant medicine, animal medicine. Uluru, Ancient china trading ships up north, egypt. please forgive me. i’m sorry. european expansion, massacres, resources. gold fields. I’m sorry please forgive me. i love you thank you. release. comfort.

Third energy center: thousands of clay warriors. china. numbers, not people. expansion. millions. i’m sorry. genghis khan. tibetans. please forgive me. monks. mongolia. massacres. the martial arts. poetry. poison. please forgive me. plant medicine, acupuncture. I’m sorry. please forgive me. i love you. thankyou. tai qi; qi gung. thank you. release.

The fourth energy center in the middle of the chest and the space around the body: the amazon jungle. a jumpstart sudden shock to the body with the appearance of a pygmy warrior standing front and center. silent. steadfast. hidden. protective. poison darts. plant medicines. thank you. i love you. i’m sorry. please forgive me. standing. one pointedness of concentration. i look at his eyes, never wavering from my face, they are black, i go into his eyes they are blue and vast, i am the ocean. release.

Fifth energy center at the throat and the space around the body: ocean mammals. global. dolphins, whales, i’m sorry. please forgive me. i love you. thank you. sonar. spiral. ripples on a pond. communication. sound waves. i’m sorry. shock waves. please forgive me. underground nuclear testing. i’m sorry. please forgive me. i love you. dolphin tribe working with aust indigenous land based tribes, herding fish into nets. mutual benefit. sustainable management of resources. mutual respect. i’m sorry please forgive me. i love you. thank you. release.

The energy center in the back of the head: ancient. india. sitar. ancient. ancient. roots egyptian. ancient. wailing. gasping. full knowing. full responsibility. i can’t breathe. grieving. so much angst. pain. rocking. i’m sorry please forgive me. women and children. i’m sorry. please forgive me. agony of grief. tear your hair out anguish. please forgive me. feeling it. i love you. suffering. thank you. crying hot tears silent wailing. i’m sorry. malnutrition. poverty. starvation. please forgive me. centuries on centuries. i’m sorry please forgive me. family. the untouchables. i’m sorry please forgive me. transcendental meditation. root of buddhism, chinese medicine, jesus, bilocation, kundalini. astral travel, yoga. consciousness based medicine. ganeshe. thank you. i love you. i’m sorry. please forgive me. release.

Seventh energy center in the center of the head: i’m sorry please forgive me, i love you thank you. hallelujah. full body tingles. buzzing. hallelujah. no you are not ready to see this pain. i’m sorry. into the space around this centre. please forgive me. angels. hallelujah. thank you. i love you. ascended masters. incarnation after incarnation. please forgive me. thank you. release.

8th energy centre above the head. portal. hallelujah. i’m sorry. please forgive me. i love you. thankyou. white light pouring in, down through all the other energy centres, they take what colour/ vibration they need from it. Full body buzz. thank you. i love you.
release.

09/01/2021

So last night I’m happily pottering about on task when I had to sit down suddenly, feeling overwhelmed and a bit unfocused and confused as to what just just happened; was it the stuff I used to clean the windows with? No. I got myself together, grabbed a pen and some paper and started muscle testing.
I was taken straight to other modalities, people in spirit, lots of souls needing help to pass over and I could see them in my minds eye; but there was some confusion at first as to whether they had already ‘died’ or were about to because they kept correcting me, “we are not dead”.
(As I tune into people or situations I am caught btwn two worlds and I have to differentiate btwn what is happening and what they think and feel is happening, because it can take some time for them to get it. )
Then I could see them standing next to their bodies, so many of them it must have been a mass event somewhere, and I understood that yes, they had ‘died’, their bodies were dead but like many healthy people who die unexpectedly they didn’t realise they were ‘dead’; so there was no use trying to help them shift to ‘heaven’ or some such place as they didn’t want to leave their bodies behind, thinking they had just shifted out of them temporarily for some reason and didn’t want to lose them so they could get back in when they figured out how to.
So I just sat in love and peace with them and waited.
The energy began to shift as the veil began to lift and further muscle testing through the list of countries drew a ‘yes’ for Japan; and I started going through the list of possible disasters...another tidal wave? ... building collapse? etc but then I saw ‘vaccinations’ and realised.
They all began to shimmer and glow as the dawning light of realisation began to spread through them and then there was collective sadness felt for the suffering their families will be experiencing.
Their message then was loud and clear and unanimous, they felt their deaths were mass murder from bio weapons; and they stayed with me for about an hour guiding my search into dates for trials correlated with stats on infections and deaths; which I shared and then they promptly left.
Go in peace. 🙏🏻 Thank you beautiful souls.

26/12/2020

Sunday 27th of December, 2020 for the global collective.

note: when a fragment formula bookends an issue like this in its own little bubble, I see it looping back in and out the other side and back in again and out the other side...like a figure 8; and each time the presenting aspects of the main issue being resolved are then put back in to the mix and re-examined in new light thus bringing new aspects up to be re-evaluated and shifted to a new perspective.
In this particular formula the veils of illusion that are being broken down are to do with the 5 families, allowing greater awareness and thus more discernment in the everyday choices we make for ourselves and our families, our communities and our home.

When I am muscle testing to find these global formulas I am personally seeing scenes through my own experience of the illusions and my interpretations of the formula are simply mine surfacing to be released; so I am constantly muscle testing all the way through for the general collective session in order of priority.
Each individual, group, culture will have their own interpretation based on their generational and lived experiences, and thus as we all shift, grow and learn from our own perspectives we clear and clean an aspect that together makes up the whole. So be yourselves. 🙏🏻

14/12/2020

for the global collective: 14.12.2020

breathe. xo

13/12/2020

A general session for the collective Friday 11.12.2020.
Everyone will have their own interpretations, insights, shifts and understandings. When we as individuals heal something within ourselves, we help heal and shift an aspect of a much larger issue, past or present on the collective.
We all have memory triggers, whether from history books or generational family experience; for example so many people totally freak out at census time, which was the impetus for this session.
Many of our memories are so deeply buried in our subconscious that we do not remember them and so don’t understand why we may be feeling triggered; we may attribute the ‘cause’ of our anxiety to a ‘chemical imbalance’ because seemingly harmless things invoke such a disproportionately huge reaction in us, all the time.

Further, it is my understanding from my teachers that viruses are triggered by rage (and parasites by victim consciousness) Viruses are everywhere, but without the right ‘molecules of emotion’ they are unable to enter a healthy cell and so pass right through the body.
Whether this is true or not it is well known now that the fight/flight response readies the body for perceived external threat and thus takes all our energy away from the internal protective force against invaders, our immune system.

22/07/2020

Some memories are so deeply buried in time that we are no longer consciously aware of them, but our bodies remember.
A client presenting with an emphysema diagnosis, was distressed and in pain forcing himself to struggle through a daily walk and was so puffy and anxious he could hardly speak one word at a time. His fear of catching covid battled his love of life and need for socialisation with every step.
In one front porch ‘distance’ session we uncovered a memory from when he was a baby experiencing daily blackouts locked inside darkened houses with parents who both smoked, or in bomb shelters with others, during the war.
The collective fear of impending death and the lack of oxygen equated to an inability to breathe in life. The current covid lockdown, fear of death and war terminology flooding the media triggered these old memories expressing through the body as panic, terror, difficulty breathing and a worsening of his symptoms; which by the way eased dramatically after this session.

As an aside, it is worth noting here too that any kind of stress and worry that puts our bodies into fight flight mode (like losing work and having bills to pay and a family to feed) is reducing our immune systems capacity to tend and mend so we catch colds and old stabilised illnesses flair up. Our external protection system that kicks in when we are stressed or frightened takes precedence every time over our internal protection system, ie our immune system.

"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”
Lois Lowry - The Giver

London WW2 - Colourised photo,1945.

21/06/2020

Gail and Frank.

A son is concerned because his father who has parkinson’s and is getting closer to making his transition, is having conversations with his mother, who passed away from cancer a couple of years earlier.
She says, “Come on in Frank, the water’s fine” which gives the son great comfort when I tell him because she loved to swim and was always trying to encourage his father to join her. He sent me a picture via text, taken when they were a young couple. She was sitting on a jetty laughing with her feet in the water and he was standing well back from the edge, long socks pulled up and hands in his pockets.
There was no way I could have known this, so it was a direct message of confirmation and comfort through the veil from a mother to her son. It also eased his heart during this time of grief to know that his father was happy to be seeing his wife again.

But Frank was still distressed and explained to his wife that he didn’t know how to go to her because he couldn’t stand up without falling over; he couldn’t even feed himself anymore.

Gail laughed and told Frank not to worry about it. She reminded him of the incredible pain she had been in and said that one morning she woke up with absolutely no pain at all and remembers thinking with relief that they finally must have got her meds right.
Feeling fantastic and amazed at her apparent miracle healing she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, stood up and set off in search of the dining room and some real food.
Halfway up the corridor she heard a commotion behind her and nurses started running past her so she turned and saw them going into her room. She figured the family had arrived for a visit but when she popped her head in the door she saw her body lying on the bed!
She then realised she had left that old sick body, but still felt fantastic so just kept going.

“Don’t worry about it Frank, one day you’ll just wake up feeling great and you’ll be able to stand up no problem. You’ll be yourself again and I’ll be waiting for you. “

Frank was comforted and was less anxious, more peaceful for the last month of his life. The son was comforted in his grief over losing both his parents and the ever present knowledge that he too would have to make this transition in the future.

Gails message has continued to bring comfort and hope to many people who have either lost or are about to lose a loved one; or are close to making their own transition.
When the son had contacted me for a distant session for his anxious father, neither of us had mediumship in mind. But it ended up being a powerful and perfect session for the both of them, and for me.
Everyone’s healing needs are as unique (and unpredictable to me) as the next persons. ❤️