The Vision

I am the Angel of the Morning Star and I greet you from the golden rays of dawn. Rays that brings hope and warmth and touch the heart of all who can see and feel.

The Morning Star is the Hope Bringer, the one you look to for the Light. The Star shines brightly in the dawning day and there is so much hope to be brought at this time. For the new era, this quickening has already arrived.

It has been talked of for do long. It has been dreamt of, thought about and invoked and it has arrived. What is this hope that is so desperately sought by everyone? What is that lifts the spirits beyond the mundane, beyond the everyday to the divine, the inspired, the sense of wonder?

It is the dream I am holding. In every heart there is a dream of something better, something more, something as yet not reality. Yet you create the reality of this dream now, for this is your world and your home as much as the high heavens are your playground.

To affirm who you are is to make a statement to the Universe, to affirm what you are is to shout volumes, to know what you are here for is to cut an energetic pathway ahead of you, full of Golden light.

No longer can you deny these things, no longer can you retreat or play hide and seek to disguise yourself in so many different ways, for the time of truth and beauty is here. The time of revealing who you really are. Illusions fall from you as you take on a new brightness, as I glow in the morning sky you will look to me to echo the glow within yourself. The day has dawned and it has dawned within your heart and there is no place to hide, there is only you standing in all your divine glory, standing as you have never stood before.

For now is your time to be here, to be counted, to be recognized, to shine forth and to be unafraid. You do not move from one illusion to another now. You do not substitute the new for the old, the divined is no longer what it seemed at the first moment.

You have changed your frequency so much that you vibrate in a different way. What was coarse becomes fine, what was rough becomes as gossamer beauty. It is as if you have laid down your old self; it is as if you have honoured it but have let it go and a new you steps from chrysalis of the butterfly, shimmering with white wings, poised full of light.

And where will you fly my angel, where will you go?

Always, always, the light beckons for you can never look behind you now.

Always, always you go further on and up and through and beyond the beyond.

The past stretches in front of you, co clearly marked it can be no other way. No longer is it your will that rules, no longer can you say what you desire above all things, for you are now full of purpose and your goal is within your grasp. For was your soul’s desire not the only one always?

It was perhaps simply an illusion to cover up what was real and true and of immense beauty. Is not your soul the butterfly winds and the trust and faith the energetic pathway of love?

When you look to the Morning Star you will echo the hope in your heart, you will echo the love that you are, you will find the dawning of your new light beyond the wildest of wildest dreams.

 

                                                     Tara .

 

La Prière Du Guérisseur

" Sauveur de tous, tu m'as appelé pour veiller sur la vie et la santé de tes créateurs.

Puisse l'Amour en tout temps me guider.

Que ni l'avarice, ni soif d'argent, de gloire ou de réputation ne faussent mon coeur car les ennemis de la vérité et de l'Amour pourraient aisément me tromper et me rendre oublieux de mon but: faire du bien à tes enfants.

Puis-je ne jamais voir dans le patient autre chose qu'une créature qui souffre.

Donne-moi la force, le temps et l'occasion de corriger sans cesse ce que j'ai acquis et d'en élargir constamment le domaine.

La connaissance est sans fin et je peux aujourd'hui découvrir mes erreurs d'hier et demain obtenir une clarté nouvelle sur ce dont je me crois fermement assuré.

Donne-moi la Lumière. Eclaire moi dans l'obscurité d'autrui pour que obligé de pénétrer dans le secret des corps et des âmes, je ne me trompe pas de route et ne blesse rien en passant.

Donne-moi l'Amour pour que chargé de ma propre peine et sans refuge souvent pour moi-même, je trouve toujours en moi une douceur, un abri, une force pour le désespéré qui m'attend.

Donne-moi la Grâce, pour qu'en mon plus mauvais moment dans mon incertitude, ma faiblesse d'homme, mon trouble, je reste toujours assez sage, assez bon, assez pur, digne de la douceur sacrée dont la foi s'est donnée à moi.

Donne-moi la force, O mon Dieu pour que le poids de tous ne vienne pas trop m'accabler, pour que la détresse que je porte n'atteigne pas la joie, pour que la blessure que je panse ne me fasse pas de mal.'

Maimonide