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The Robed Lady and the Angel

Over the weekend I visited a friend, who is a more powerful spiritual healer than she knows; kinesiology and her own individual flair.

As usual, while my friend was doing her thing, my mind wandered to another realm, or even time. Well, strap on your seat belt kids, as this is where the trip gets … trippy.

We had done this before.

It was many life times ago, in a place similar to Egypt, near water, another tropical setting like Darwin with palms in the distance. We were in a massive tent, layered with ornate rugs of all kinds. I saw her, there she sat, in elaborate blue robes. Like the night sky.

In this time she was channeling pure light in front of us. Beautiful orbs of pure healing energy.

I was seated, on the floor opposite to her (much like I was now,) with massive pink angel wings coming out of my back. They were damaged, feathers missing or torn. War torn and needing help. As she went along healing, the orbs would mend the wings bit by bit, feather by feather.

Then, out of nowhere we heard a commotion outside the tent. Strangers came busting in, swinging swords and sticks on fire. Yelling at us!

We fled.

She gathered her orbs and ran with nothing but the robes on her back. I, on the other hand, flew off into the darkness, dodging arrows of fire.

I feel we didn’t last too long after that night; persecuted for being the light workers we were.

Needless to say, we never finished our healing session that night but today, we did. Reunited in present day; modern day light workers.

Snap back to present day

I told my friend of this vision and she loved it. It resonated with us both so much. We were obviously destined to meet again and finish what we started so long ago.



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