Magnetic Meditation

I begin my meditation while watching my garden from inside the kitchen window. An elderly Oak towers over all the gardens. My cat sits in stillness and silence on the sill, twitching her whiskers at busy songbirds. The raven couple, King and Queen of the gardens, who reside in the Oak, are calling to each other across the bridleway. Space and rhythm align and I climb into a higher vibration. Holding, holding, my channel, opening to the Divine.

Words come to me, gnostically, clairaudiently and clairsentiently, through a spark of affirmation. “My life is an exploration of Truth. Fight for truth, protect it, seek it. Dig it up like rich soil in my garden, the garden is my consciousness. Plant seeds. Nurture. Hold the higher vibration and keep digging.”

Another voice enters, bouyant and familiar in an earthly way: “Energy is endless. The evidence of this is evident.”

This is the voice of my trusted Teacher Guide, once with me here on Earth, now with me in Spirit. Looking with my mind’s eye out the window, in a ritual of preparation for writing, I open my channel.

“Tell them the story of when Shanna Shalla first came to you,” she prompts me. “That time in the night when you were howling in despair. The night you tapped a beat on a drum skin and she rode in on the frequency, to your great surprise.”

“Or tell them about the time she communicated with you about the challenge of being in her earth body, the history of the displacement of her people and “singing to the timelines of the land.”

Start at the beginning.