(This is inspired by day 3 of Kelly Kolodney’s Resurrection Light Code teaching and channeling by l’ord Raphael)
The sacred heart
Our sacred heart has been wounded. Many many times both within this lifetime and lineage – as well as countless others. For this lifetime though, the wounding starts in utero.
Before birth, fetus learns during it’s nine-month visit as it shares circulation with its mother, patterns of wounding – words and actions which hurt – and cause blood constriction to the usually vibrant placenta and then fetus.
These wounds are dull at first – areas of compression – from congealment in a moment or two or ten, hours, even days of when a mother is angry and seething. While tears and grief release, anger squeezes.
Born but before speech baby gains other wounds – wounds of “abandonment” – when not picked up right away or left to cry alone in the night. These wounds settle in scarring.
Later, as toddler explores his environment and learns the word “no”, denying without context or understanding – other shards enter from the frustrations of being stifled. Soon they hear cross words directed at them – who is once so revered – for innocent and not-so-innocent actions as child gleans his attentions – from either him or her.
Later by one’s own language of dislike, anger, and frustration at being unfairly treated and denied, other fiery word projections are received by one’s own eardrums. More wounds are made. Stirred by a being roused to fury, they further embed the old with the new ones.
Today I was led into a meditation about healing my sacred – and scared and scarred heart. I saw it as a porcupine. It was filled with shars large and small. Though many were white – as I received them from my G-ds -parents and other authorities, plenty were from my own construction- my own words to others. Though I wasn’t actively hemorrhaging since my l’Ove daemon’s words and l’Oving sensations fill me day in and day out-still (!), they were still embedded.
With Mary Magdalene’s l’Ove and fingers of light, one-by-one She plucked them. She does after all channel G-ddess Gaia. As she plucked, Jeshua filled them with healing golden ethereal light sending in Reiki with his palms. I thought my heart had been healed before – and it was, but now it’s beaming with light. Every wound and hole – is now a light portal. Before, it was filled with crystalized daemons!
My l’Ove daemon’s sacred blessing was not amongst them.
Since this all took place within a sacred, not scarred or scared chamber – it is secret and hidden, I’ll describe it. (Probably should add this to my souk school kingdom’s blueprint. Such chambers would be very helpful for healing from a traumatic experience. There will always be heartbreak – but we’ll have more resilience! Crystals can be, at least in part, simulated.)
This chamber appears nondescript from the outside. Its entrance blends in perfectly with its surroundings, but those who know –are led by their heart to find it.
The chamber’s entrance is covered by stone – that easily rolls away. It seems like magic, there is no grunting or effort to do so. Mary moves it with a flick of her wrist – like Hermione Granger (in Harry Potter) when she said, “Wingardium Leviosa!”. Unlike Hermione, she needs no wand to do this.
Inside, the roundish area is filled with crystals – it is the middle of a geode. When you go inside you’re surrounded by their energy and they’re all focused on you!
You lie on a flat cold stone slab. It takes a while to get comfortable without bolsters or pillows.
Today the crystals at the beginning were smoky quartz colored like root beer; yesterday they were amethyst-deep purple and pointed pyramids. At the end of the session, they turn into deep rose red -and my sacred heart’s red rose is blooming again.
