Today, the 5th November 2017 something happened to me, due to a unexpected shock I experienced an emotional overflow of crying, tears pouring from eyes, on the street outside a major shopping mall. For me this was awful behaviour in the street but I could not stop crying. Raised with the strict discipline of showing no emotion outside the home, presenting the image of everything is perfect, which in my recent life it has been up until today when something happened to trigger this upheaval of tears.

I was with a dear very young member of my family who was at a loss to deal with this situation as it had never happened before. Suddenly a man presented himself in front of me and asked was I alright, I apologised and told him I was just a bit upset and he asked what was wrong, I could not explain but he told me everything would be ok and not to upset myself anymore, proceeding to share with me that he was quite alone, no family and was homeless. This man held my hand throughout this experience and told me to take care of myself and all would be well,  before he walked away.

This persons kindness affected me very deeply and it was quite some time before I recovered, reflecting that he had nothing, he did not ask me for anything but offered the loving hand of friendship to a stranger in distress.

I will never forget today’s events and remembered that Angels come in many disguises, I will never forget this person, his face, and warmth of his hand on a bitterly cold day.  I will continue to look for him.

Thank you, may you be blessed with someone to care for you, warmth, food and a home of your own.

When our Mother Earth, Gaia, is bombed and ripped with nuclear testing /bombs and other such atrocities do humans activating such weapons not give a moments thought to the impact and horror our planet must feel? The resulting floods, winds, gales causing havoc and destruction to so much life, human and non human I believe is a direct result of this military might.

If the gentle movement of a butterfly’s wing can affect energy on the other side of the world? …………………..

Need I say more.

As a member of the human race, a Mother and Grandmother I am asking the leaders of the world to please start to talk and really listen to each other, meet and sit around a table together and look in each other’s eyes, to work together to save our beautiful planet before it is ripped apart. This will take great courage but all people, all nations who want the best outcome for our survival will uphold you.

Let us begin a new golden age where a bright future for all is the template.

POISON

Oak barrel of green apples

Damaged one

Poisoning silently

Rotting the core

         ——–

Slice away poison

Cleanse the perfect apples

Make apple puree

Restore harmony

Scrub the oak barrel clean

Perfect fresh green again.

            —————

Elizabeth Rowland-Elliott 15/6/2015 (C)

A close friend arrived on the 17th with a gorgeous silk shirt/top kaftan style, sewn with silk thread she has made for me, the colours are vibrant deep blues/emerald greens, silk calming and cool on very hot skin. The colours are pure and deep, gazing at them is like meditating on a mandala, swimming in a warm ocean.

I think my male at home family feel overwhelmed with the feminine influence of visitors happening in our home.

So disappointed to miss going to our fabulous annual music festival, but no point in crying about it, friends will update me next week!

I am sure good health will soon restore and daily life will resume in it’s wonderful way.

Birthdays are I feel the one day in the year when it is one’s own special day of celebration. To be here on earth, able to witness the beauty of our planet, even a tiny postage stamp size home and garden. To be mindful and give thanks on waking just to be able to listen to the breath of life within and around you.

My Birthday this year was challenging and very different. Reflecting on this I wonder how and what is/was happening? Understanding that we do not always have the answers we seek but clearness may be revealed in time to come, or maybe not?

Yesterday my friend and I experienced awesome knowledge, transferred to us through a special ceremony conducted by my very special sistar, who began by giving me metamorphic technique which felt very comforting.

Requesting knowledge about the traumatic condition my body was suffering, my friend’s channeling of a German Professor 1882/1930 who informed us that a tiny bacteria had entered, sneaked, into my blood stream via cheese/eggs and my body had spotted it and gone into overdrive to combat this bacteria, so a war had begun in my tissues. Advice is given, do not eat eggs, cheese, orange juice,vinegar, they are fermenting in my body and causing havoc, namely Stevens-Johnsons syndrome attack.  Another higher guide of ours is with Professor and a reminder do not forget green tea, which I do not like but will try to like it again, camomile is my favourite also fennel and nettle. We have The Great White Brotherhood with us, beautiful White Eagle.

We are in a crystal cave Atlantis with emerald green rays pouring in and over me, Archangel Raphael’s ray of colour. Keep putting myself into this place with the emerald green. Professor said I am doing all the right things and there will be two more flares of SJS. Last night and the night before was the worst night of agony, I felt as if I was on fire and my body was being eaten up. Hopefully this will be the turning point and healing will happen from now.

Prof showed Angela the shape of a bacteria comma which he had discovered, researching him later he was a world bacteriologist and received the Nobel prize!

This is mind blowing stuff!

Angela was tripping in and out from when she arrived in our home, seeing this tall guide behind me. I am so very honoured to have such help from the physical and spiritual world. I bow in reverance to my guides, and to my friend/angels.

Another friend Debra nutritional therapist, arrived with lots of supplements to help heal me, she brought my Birthday gifts including jade beads from Myanmar. Dark green beads, we are a triage of threads and connections, loving using the beads Debra brought, and so thankful to have such devoted friends.

Years ago I bought Jade beads in Singapore, enroute to visit two of my children living in Australia. The beads have hung by my bed for years so I lifted them out and am using them and my crystal wand.

Feeling there is more knowledge to impart to us from our guides, I am so full of gratitude for special friends. This episode would not have happened if I not been forced to go to ground which links directly with the questions raised at the beginning of this post.

To be continued……………………….

Today a friend and I enjoyed a long discussion/debate about the shadow self. What is it? How does it affect us? Who is in control? What happens if we allow the dark to overtake the light? More questions than answers for those who are not aware.

Does the shadow self take over the 27yr old famous beings, especially in the music industry, is this why they want to go from this life? If so why at the age of 27?

Do we embrace this dark shadow as an important part of who we are thus enabling us to watch and absorb this part of us, therefore not giving it power, but loving self critical observation.

I believe everyone has this shadow self, if watched and absorbed it can create art, literature,music, poetry, all forms of creativity, science,fashion, jewellery,perfumes everything you see, as long as the light in you is the overseer,watching so you hold the power.

When you walk with the sun in certain positions glance behind you and see your dark shadow self,  connected to you. It never leaves, even though you cannot see it most of the time.

This morning a robin was sitting on the garden fence in full sun staring at me at I opened the door to greet the morning. nothing unusual about this one may think, but we have not had rain for several days the gardens are as dry as dust and robins usually do not show themselves especially at this time of year, do they?

But the robin was a sign or a signal my partner and I shared during the four years we were together, the wreath I had made for his coffin was of a robin. The local florist was surprised as she had never had such a request, it was not the best effort but the symbol was there for all who attended his funeral to witness.

It is 15 years since he died on the 31st May and a robin comes to call every year at this time, when the sadness is potent.