Morning meditation

Morning meditation 23.5.22

I had an interesting meditation this morning. It was one to meet one’s guides, and others who might have messages for me. In the first part of this, my power animal, the black panther, presented me with a scene. I was in the foyer of a large railway station. The ceiling stretched high into the sky, while nearby, a big, black steam-engine hissed with the expectancy of travel. The message was clear; this train was ready to go and I would be on it. In a further image, I was shown myself seated in the carriage, though nothing of the journey itself. That didn’t seem to matter. The main impression was that I would soon be moving, after a period of dormancy. This message fits perfectly with where I am in my life right now, confirming for me, that the period of waiting I have been experiencing will soon be followed by movement.

The meditation continued, directing me to a couple more places, before I found myself in a large dining room, with a massive table laden with food. Soon family who had passed over joined me, including my mother, father, son Daniel, grandparents and aunts, with me requesting that my great-grandfather, Cedric, also be among the guests. My mother took a chair next to me. She didn’t really have anything to say, rather just smiled and let me know she is there for me should I ever need her. Daniel had a message for Jason and Renee on the Gold Coast, confirming that they would get the apartment that they had just placed a contract on and that Jason would soon have another job. My father felt distant, but that is possibly because it is so many years since he died, almost 50. But his message was interesting. Just recently, my brother had unearthed his war records, which noted my father had been reprimanded for allowing a prisoner to escape on his watch. I know this had bothered my brother, but it certainly didn’t bother me. My father explained that freeing this prisoner had saved his life and in turn that man had felt indebted to dad, even though he never saw my father again. But that became a karma, that would be fulfilled at some stage to our family, and my father was implying that I might be the recipient. Someone would bring me an expected gift or do something unexpected and altruistic for me. That brought tears and I had a feeling that someone would be helping me with my book, perhaps going above and beyond what was necessary, somewhere along the line. The other significant message came from Cedric. I questioned in an earlier blog whether I could have been him in one of my previous lives as I seemed to be taking on much of his stuff. The answer to this was no, I was not, but he had stepped forward with my incarnation, knowing that I would be the one to address the issues that he had been unable to resolve in his lifetime. As I mentioned in The Collective Us, we chose our parents to match the experiences we as a soul need for the healing of issues from our former lives. The ones I had chosen to work on in this lifetime just happened to match Cedric’s.

Update: Two hours after writing this blog, Jason and Renee both rang me – the loan for their house had been approved.