The Fool, con't.
---Beginning to Travel, by Evonne
The Cliff
A member's story full of different beginnings.
Hello Lightworker.
Welcome to this community, which I am sure by now you know is full of love and Understanding. This is the Second time I have ever requested a Reading. Your skill and abilities are beyond reproach.
I am sometimes taken back in Dream State to the 1700's, to a cemetery where I am shown a Tombstone, the date I can barely make out it is so old now. I feel strongly it the grave of a past love I have been visiting throughout the years. I would like to know for sure. This one channeled through me several times over the past year, in Spirit reading to certain Individuals. This has caused some pain and regret on my part to allow this one to do so, but Spirit guided me, so it was done. I have no choice sometimes when Spirit calls and guides me. I, at times, wish to call it quits and just leave and not do this anymore.
If there is anything you can tell me to help, it would be appreciated tenfold. :)
Blessings.
Blue song
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Bluesong,
I'll give you what I get;
First I saw the weathered white tombstone (chills) that you mentioned. It seemed lonely where it stood and very weathered. The next thing I saw was an apparition floating over it-- a male in the 1700rds style clothing, with an dark blue cloak over his shoulders.
Though he was an spirit, he hovered over the tombstone, with his cloak fluttering in some spirit breeze (like an flag in the wind). I now see you in the late 1700’s as an young girl with an late colonial bonnet on your head, putting flowers on the grave. The spirit floating above seems sad, in tears, as you the young child cries also, laying down on the grave, falling asleep, until your mother comes for you at dusk (this has happened several times before, and she knew where to find you)
I see other lifetimes after this where you return to the grave, the spirit unchanged, and hovering, the stone, and you changing with the physical time change. One as a proper Victorian lady in the late 1880's, another as a young boy in the 1920's. Until the present, now, and the channeled events you mentioned. What comes to me now is tell you where this started.
1760, Boston, MA. You are a young maiden, and James is your lover, friend. Though it is not puritan times, the culture remains much the same under the surface. James is Catholic, and you are of a Presbyterian /Calvinist background. Your are forbidden to date/marry, but you meet often in secret. Happiness is great until you are locked away to prevent your meetings. He comes to your window, and helps you escape.
You flee to the adjacent woods outside town, and walk all night until you come to a tall gorge with an small stream trickling over the side. You make a lovers suicide pact to stay together forever, and jump. You die holding each other’s hands. A nearby farmer, hunting in the woods finds your body, and identifies you by a letter, posted to James.
James is buried separate from you, you are buried (though an suicide in an family plot). Your family does not reveal the cause of death out of shame to their name in the community.
Now here is the glitch. You crossed over to the light, James did not. You reincarnated, and honored James' memory, but James did not progress as you have. Spirit says to talk to him, to ask him to go with the angel provided to take him into the light.
Speak with your heart, tell him you still love him, but he is "stuck" and this will allow him to be reunited in the next life in the flesh, not an aging gravesite. Spirit says he will understand, and it will be successful.
End of read, love/lightworker53
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Hello Everyone.
First, I will post my most recent experience with this method. Please do not be too harsh to judge me :)
Hope you all understand if I do not comment further, It was a very difficult thing for me to do.Hope you understand :)
Blue Song
I was taken back again to the 1700's, again to a gravesite I had been shown before, still couldn't make out the date of the grave except for the 17--. This was the third time I have been shown the same gravesite, old, weathered and unreadable in an old cemetery almost overgrown with foliage. And the saddest of feelings within, I cried once again, while laying flowers on his grave. While crying, an immense light surrounded me, almost enveloping the area. I was filled with such longing and love once again. With the light appeared an Angel who took a Spirit by the hand and smiled, and such Peace filled my soul.
God Bless.
Blue Song
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