Day 11 Deborah’s Personal “Angelic Recipe”

11-24-11

 

Song Title: Blossoming

My intention Oneness~

I see images quick and all over the place showing me the Oneness of everything from battlefields to flowers to creatures living in and above the earth surface…so many I would not be able to capture them all. I will say that the images included everything we judge as good and bad. Everything.

The idea of a request came to me. Wouldn’t it be nice if in every moment you could see it ALL as perfect?

Often I do and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes it takes time for me to actively seek the higher perspective of what I have witnessed or experienced.

Long moments of stillness and various shades of light come before my closed eyes.

I can feel many light beings with me and even see standing before me an Indian man with an animal skin on his head that also is covering the back of his body. Before this he was a huge bear standing before me and shape shifted into this man.

It was clear his energy is of a shaman and he was supporting all I was being shown during this journey. I see the word Cherokee.

I was extremely itchy again, left side of neck as it meets with my shoulder and I was shown the word cancer and residual abnormal cells from long ago when I had a portion of my thyroid removed from both a benign growth and a cancerous one. I found it interesting that what was revealed was on the left side, as this is the side that part of my thyroid remains. The cells were not in the thyroid itself, but outside the remaining atrophied side.

It does not make me fearful in anyway. I see this beautiful energy cleansing and clearing and I am grateful. It has been 15 years since that “opportunity” and it is not a concern. I am well.

Other areas briefly feel tingly and by the end of the music my third eye is vibrating.

As my eyes opened, my body, which felt very light, now feels heavy. Although I was very aware, like a still statue in the meditation, an observer of all that happened, I felt like I went very deep.

Very lovely, till tomorrow~

Deborah “Atianne” Wilson

 

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