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It’s been difficult to process what happened at Aurora’s Century 16, this past Friday. This one hit home – Aurora is where I live. It is my place of sanctuary. It’s where I feel safe when the world gets too topsy-turvy. It’s where I retreated after the Columbine murders and again after the 9-11 terror attacks. With a military base practically in my backyard, I have felt out of harm’s way. However, since the events of early Friday morning, I have been unsettled. I can only presume it’s because this massacre was in my backyard. 

I’m in this area at least once a week – my kids grew up with Century 16, seeing a number of movies on its premises.  I have family who work in the area, and I regularly shop in the affected neighborhood. We knew people who were directly affected by the shooting – both injured and deceased. 

Stunned silence.  Sharp intake of breath.  12 innocent lives intersecting at a crossroads with an unsettled individual acting out his own role playing game. When death is expected, it gives you time to prepare. When life is snatched away so cruelly, it’s like pouring acid on an open wound – it’s extremely painful and vicious!

Everyone deals with death and loss in their own way and it is not for me or anyone else to sit in judgment. There is no one size fits all in a circumstance like this.  My prayers go out to all the affected families, as do prayers and well wishes from around the globe. It may seem a small thing, but when we connect as a linked chain back to infinite consciousness, it is an opportunity to do something greater than ourselves. When we join forces, we can energetically ease and lessen the sorrow-filled hearts of the injured and those who have lost loved ones in this thoughtless carnage.

Words are hollow and cannot change or undo what happened, but through our actions in the midst of this extended grieving process, we can and will chart our future course. When the news cycle changes and the cameras and anchor teams fade from view, the people of my adopted hometown will still be here. We will not be okay for quite some time. We will; however, persevere, though nothing will ever be the same.

If you have the ability to do so, please consider visiting to GivingFirst.org and making a donation to help support the victims and families. If you can do nothing else, please take few minutes out of your busy schedule and offer a prayer of healing for the families and the greater Aurora, Colorado, community.

Namaste

Dream of the Seven Sisters

I found myself walking along a quiet secluded beach. The moon shone brightly wrapped in gauzy clouds.  Water lapped the shoreline and I was alone. As I walked, I noticed something gleaming from among the billions of tiny crystal shards of sand. Stopping to check it out, I knelt down and found seven exquisitely beautiful pearls.  Perfectly round luminous beauties, they glistened in the moonlight like sparkling diamonds.

There was something energetically profound about them. Sitting down, I caressed each one in my hand. The spheres vibrated in my presence, letting me know I was free to pick them up and carry them home.

I wrapped them in a piece of gold silk cloth I found in the pocket of my skirt.  The fabric was long enough to wrap each one securely so they wouldn’t scrape against each other in my pocket. Having secured my treasures, I wistfully looked into the night sky and gave thanks for the unexpected bounty.

Back home, I carefully unwrapped each one, bathing it in a light bath of crystal-infused water to clean away any remaining sandy grit.  At that point, I wasn’t sure what to do with them so I placed them on a clean piece of silk on my altar waiting for inspiration.

For several weeks they remained unmoved, sparkling in the sunlight which dawned each morning and glistening in effervescent hues under the moon’s gaze each evening. For hours at a time, I sat and meditated, lost in time. 

Awakening from one of my trances, I realized I had finally gotten clear instructions. The pearls were to be fashioned into jewelry. Each stone was a huge reservoir of ethereal energy, but for me to claim the magick, I had to consciously wear them on my body.

The first one said its name is Courage.  It asked to be placed in a ring to remind me every day that I have the focus and clarity to move forward and accomplish my goals. It reminds me that we are all divine sparks having a physical existence. It is here to accelerate my growth and accomplishments. 

The second one named itself Truth. It was placed in a silver cage to wear in a necklace. Touching my throat the only sounds it allows are those of universal love. Opening my mouth to speak, the voice which issues forth is melodic and embellished with the sound of creation energy.

The twins are named Virtue and Compassion. Set in matching silver crescents, they nest on my earlobes. They allow me to hear beauty and remind me to pay attention and listen. Tuned into the spirit world, they amplify the small voices and communicate messages I am charged with delivering from souls that have passed over.

Wisdom was placed in a diadem to wear as a crown upon my brow. Her job is to keep my vibration high and allow me to discard unnecessary noise which clouds ordinary sight. Through Wisdom I am given the gifts of channeling and prophecy.

The final two are indeed another twin pair, Gratitude and Forgiveness. Like Wonder Woman’s bracelets they embedded themselves into a matching pair of silver cuffs. They remind me to be purposeful in my actions and to remember to give thanks for the showers of abundance which surround me.

The seven sisters came to Earth to enrich my life. Their gifts are what I share with the world.

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New Affirmation: I AM OPEN TO RECEIVING EMPOWERING AND NURTURING GIFTS FROM THE DIVINE.

Cheryl

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