Shining a light on those voices within

We are conditioned to think channelling is all about big messages. There’s a whole industry out there centred on folks professing to be the one that Lord El Morya / The 9 / Gaia / AA Michael / Cayeraeron / Kwan Yin / the Galactic Council, etc, etc (* delete as appropriate) has chosen to speak through. Well, possibly. Maybe even probably. But if you’re listening to what others are channelling, you’re not tuning in to what’s coming through to YOU.

And be in no doubt, you ARE getting messages now, big messages. You just don’t hear them.

So many things are channelled, we have come to ignore it as a special gift from Spirit. We take it for granted, and take the credit for the good idea that paid dividends. We have forgotten that the “brainwave” emanated outside of ourselves, from within the aetheric realm. In the aether, through the aether, by the aether, we are shown what to do, and where Spirit will take us if we simply choose to connect.

But because “channelling” is only noteworthy when it’s the B-I-G stuff, channeled knowledge isn’t a thing. Or we doubt ourselves and feel we can’t do it, or that others are better.

Correction, maybe that’s just me. There was a time I thought others were better. In my last crew, there was an Arcturian girly hailed as “a natural-born medium”, so it never mattered what I could see/hear/experience, I was always lesser somehow. And I had no idea how to move beyond my fledgling ability to tune in, even that it was presumptuous to think I could.

Thus at first, as a healer, I was a little backward in coming forward, working passively with my healing team as a kind of introducer and onlooker. And because of that, to start with, I didn’t go much beyond asking for help for my healing clients and getting it.

But I’m naturally at the point where I’m ready for more now, so when Mum got pneumonia in late February, followed by hospital-acquired Covid, the shift in me was even more apparent.

So I offer you this, in the hope that if you find yourself in the same situation, you can borrow from this “channelling”, and make all the difference to a loved one, to your connection to Spirit and to your ancestral chain.

Pneumonia & Covid – the ugly sisters

I sat gripped by the fear Mum might not make it for a while… And then I thought, “the hell she won’t, not on my watch”. Let’s be honest, the pneumonia should have finished Mum off; the Covid should certainly have knocked her off her perch. But my Mum is holding on for some reason, so I wanted to help her fulfil any vow or promise she’d made, by honouring any vow or promise I’d made to her…

Buoyed up by the energies of IMBOLC, I extended my energy to Mum remotely in her hospital bed and asked to connect to her. (I know the connection is good when it goes black in my 3rd eye.) Locked and loaded, as it were, but clueless as to what to do next. But I knew it was going to be BIG. So I waited and didn’t doubt myself and accepted that I would follow where whatever came to mind took us. I had no overall idea of the outcome, just that it would be for the highest benefit.

Not much for a while, just a lot of remote hand-holding, until I found myself telling Mum that I was sending her energy, from my heart to hers. That I was sending it down my right arm into her left hand. “Feel it in your fingers, in your palm, passing your wrist Mum, up to your forearm, up past your elbow, up past your shoulder, across to your throat centre and then down, down to your heart… feel it flow, a river of energy from my heart to yours…”

A short pause, and the energy flowed. Then I started again. “Mum, I’m sending you more energy, from my heart to yours. It’s coming down my left arm this time and into your right fingertips, into your palm, past your wrist, up your forearm, past the elbow, up into your shoulder and across the shoulder blade to your throat and then down, down to your heart. Boom, feel this light glowing, expanding in your heart. Feel this flow coursing through both arms, with love, from me, to you… Always to your heart…”

If you can imagine White Crystal Light flowing from my heart, down both arms into her hands, up her arms to her shoulders, across to her throat and down to her heart centre, it makes a HEART shape…

Mum and me, in Unity consciousness

All very groovy, super powerful, and hugely uniting. There was no separation. I wasn’t sure what was her energy or mine and for a frail little Alzheimer-riddled old lady, was I impressed by the strength of her soul. But I still didn’t know what I was to do next… So I just had to sit and wait until the next part of the sequence came down the pipe…

I didn’t wait long. I was next “inspired” to encircle her in our conjoined light. “Pink light Mum, imagine it, a shimmering bubble of tender pink light surrounding you, big enough to sit in, cossetting you like a baby. Holding you fast, holding you safe, nurturing you, feeding you. Feel the love and light surrounding you, take what you need from it.

“Now imagine that bubble is around us both, 3ft away, and in it both of us are holding hands, both of us enfolded in this lovelight. Feel the flow, feel the power, remember your strength.”

This heart-shaped bubble was something I grew a step at a time – first 10ft, then 20ft, 50ft, 100ft. Each time we sat, still sending this light to each other and using it to surround ourselves.

Again, I was waiting for the next part of the script. So just had to wait until the ink was dry… but hey, I was holding my Mum’s hands. Could have sat there all day…

Calling in our ancestors

Out of nowhere, I then found myself calling in all our shared ancestors, loved ones, friends and family who’d passed. I heard myself saying “they’re always around you Mum, willing you on, wishing you the best”. I called them in to stand in the middle of this vast cavern of healing light – the vigour in Mum’s hands was so strong, she was really up for this.

And in they all traipsed, dozens of them, almost as if this was something they’d been waiting for. When all who wanted it had entered, expectant stillness settled and Mum and I beamed our energy into this bubble, maybe for 10-15 mins. Super intense, I was aware of goddess energy about us.

Thinking about it after, I felt the energy to be that of Goddess Brigid – because so many sacred flames were extinguished before their time under the burden of their trauma and inherited shizzle. Snuffed out before they fulfilled their potential. Leaving a debt on the balance sheet. Whoever it was, we certainly weren’t working alone.

I found myself softly suggesting our friends and family take this energy, sluice it through their energy fields, their soul chains, into their soul families and wash away the hurts and pain, the wounds and scars. To refresh and restore themselves. That which needed to be returned to them would flow back transmuted; anything else would be washed away. And their light, their flame would burn bright (again)…

Didn’t actually know what this meant at the time. As this process continued, I was aware that it was getting lighter and lighter in my 3rd eye, so I took this to mean that the cleansing work was almost complete.

Great power. Intense silence. Stillness. Much expectation… I knew it wasn’t over. (Thinks: Ohhhh crappe, now what am I to do?) A little pause. Then it came. “Mum, all these people are here because they love you, and you have loved them. We both have. We have shared our lovelight with them today, and they have healed their ancestral wounds because of us. Now, in their turn, they’re going to send their healing light to you…”

Being the Great Central Sun whilst transmitting and receiving it

Whilst so many commentators made much last year about the so-called “Grand Solar Flare” that was coming, it was positively dismal by comparison with what happened to us in that moment. This was flashtastic! Slowly, all had turned, and one by one, their light connected with Mum, within the circle of our lovelit arms. Boom! Every one of those sweet souls beamed a cannon of lovelight at Mum. And a thousand spotlights beamed on her, the dazzling light put the Central Sun in the shade. (Well, heck, Mum is worth it…)

We sat in that intensive communion of light for several minutes until it started to wane. The healing transmission was over and it was just me and Mum again…

There was a knowingness after the transmission ended that the ancestral wounds had been erased. Also that my future ancestors and future selves (as well as my predecessors) would be able to return to this realm at a much higher level of consciousness, and sooner, because the baggage of all our past selves had been expunged. Just half an hour’s surrender to Spirit, that’s all it took to release centuries of debt, trauma, ill health, negative patterning.

For me, the energy was intense, and I was on a healing-high because of it. I was ecstatic, exultant, felt useful, felt my purpose. Heady stuff. I said bye to Mum, told her to use the energy exactly in the way as was right for her. I thanked her for being a part of this experience, and for always being there for me.

That was Sunday night. Two days later, Mum was discharged from hospital having made a spectacular recovery from the virus that has had us closeted away from each other for the last year. Of course, two weeks in carehome isolation nearly broke her, but my brother and I visited a day after she came out of isolation for St Patrick’s Day (through the square window) and you wouldn’t know she’d been ill at all!

All gloved (and loved) up!

When I visited Mum the following week, I was able to sit with her (PPEd and latex gloved-up of course). She didn’t know who I was, but then I held her hands… Mum stilled… she smiled… she squeezed my hands back. She KNEW.

Make me a channel of your peace… Such a banale little song, a full three chords if you’re lucky. But oh boy, being that bridge over someone else’s troubled waters? Such a privilege. A willing duty. A pleasure! Sail along, silver girl!

Why does healing the ancestral chain matter?

In 12 generations (about 400 years), we have 4,096 ancestors, all with a story to tell. All with a purpose, all with a mission. Some passed the test, some failed because life got in the way.

So think about the history of the land you were born to, or the countr(ies) your parents and grandparents came from.

Think about the wars, strife, famine, persecution, injustice or forced labour that occurred in that time.

How much happiness did they have? How much sorrow did they know?

What love stories might there have been, but never were? What hardship or trauma did they endure? What scandal, abuse, fear, painful death was forced upon them?

And deep inside, what hopes or dreams did they have for themselves that were never manifested?

Try imagining what your ancestors lived through so you could be here now. And take time to reflect on the patterns that repeat in your life. What negative patterning was imprinted on your DNA which might actually stem from their experiences? (Your fear of heights may have nothing to do with this lifetime, or you!)

And lastly, when you’ve done all that, imagine you’ve been waiting over 400 years to be shot of that unwanted “gift” passed down to you from someone else, who got it from someone else…

That, RIGHT THERE, is why you’re here now — to release old fear or trauma from your ancestral chain, past and future. To free up a higher, brighter future — sooner.

Channelling. From the sublime to the ridiculous…

With the sublime comes the ridiculous, and that’s the thing that inspired me to write this up. Last Weds, on returning to my body c. 4.30am, I had been “dreaming” about Peter Cooke and Dudley Moore. (Er, random. Why?) I awoke to Pete, in his inimitable drawl saying scathingly about Dud, “in that case then, he’s on the brink of being eminently so…” No, it wasn’t imagined, I heard it.

A short interlude later, I then heard Tony Bennett singing “Oh, the Good Life, full of fun, seems to be the ideal…” (Doubly random, I’m not his biggest fan, though he is very musical, and his phrasing and diction are perfect.)

When I later reached for my iPad, the first ad in my feed was for “YOU could win this car”, sponsored by (wait for it!) GOODLIFE Competitions… tickets £14.99 each.

Strike a light! Channelling (or tuning in) in a different form.

Question is, should I have bought a ticket? 😀

Posted by Sarah-Jane Quick

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