I will meet you again my child

 

 

I will meet you again my child

Channelled through Pat Grabham

'I will meet you again my child' - how the soul loves those words for they are the stepping stones to Paradise, that gateway to Eternity; the words linger within the very depths of its being though for too long perhaps unbeknown to the soul, for that memory has faded from consciousness and instead lay like a petal fallen from a flower, seemingly alone but nevertheless near to that one-ness which it had experienced, and so for too brief a time was the soul at-one with God, that source of all life, that Cosmic Power, which as it has always been - permeates and penetrates all atoms, elements and those galaxies far beyond the understanding of so many.

Long ago in aeons past, always has that source of love and power, wisdom and understanding, sympathy and Light been... for it is the very Essence and Heart of God - the purpose and meaning of Creation and why the soul strives ever forward and as it journeys, toils, suffers and rejoices through life - seeks to return and know again that one-ness with the very beginning of time and then also back into the past; for beyond the beginning was only another aspect, facet, for never has there been nothing, always has there been God, just as there always will be, albeit known to humankind and all spheres of life in different ways of understanding as realisation is either remembered or that life force has become aware and understands the reality of its very existence.

That golden key has lovingly been found and new doorways abound, each one more beautiful than the last, for that goal is seen from afar and all one day will have no wish other than to return to their dream with God to become one with that source of Creation and everlasting Light - becoming at each stage a being shining so bright, thus is there no darkness left, only everlasting sunlight, for the Sun.... and Son, Daughter, are once more as one, and with that too, all other forms of life different to humankind will have progressed and ascended into the higher realms of Light and live off that Sun of All Life, the very Centre and Heart of God, just as it once was, in ages long past...... without distance or end.

Amen.

23 September, 1987.

I knelt at the feet of the Master when once in Heaven I lived

 

 

I knelt at the feet of the Master when once in Heaven I Lived

Channelled through Pat Grabham

 

I knelt at the feet of the Master when once in Heaven I lived; for I was a boy not more than nine and how we listened and indeed loved all those stories he told. For he went back into the past, those very early days and also ahead to the future – delightful stories so we were told but they were you know all true which was the joy of them all.

Many of us children gathered round and adults too as we eagerly listened and marvelled at his majesty and splendour. For he shone with light, he dazzled us all – his robe changed as if at will and his eyes you know were full of compassion, such love and kindness, and how fascinated we all were and what happy days we had, long long ago.

During that life when I lived in the higher realms many wonders did I see for my Father and me we walked hand in hand as we journeyed through the aeons of time. Across many lands, continents, countries we went. Different pilgrimages we undertook following in beloved footsteps where many others had travelled but it was still quite rare and a great privilege to go thus. But my Father you see lived long ages past, indeed in the beginning of time so was he born for we all if we but knew have a jewel that is forever our own.

For life in Heaven as also on Earth forever grows, seeking and questioning, for only in so doing – do we reach those heights, for our thoughts are full of joy, love and wonder at the beauty and meaning of life and yes even death, and so a new beginning leads to great excitement.

Many memories I have of my Father and me flying through time – to the past, those early days and to the future - we flew through time, for my Father would say, ‘Well Benjamin my dear boy, what shall we do today’, knowing full well I loved to fly through the air on that golden carriage passing golden eagles as we flew so high. Indeed winged golden horses with fairies riding therein so did we meet and we waved to each other and laughed with joy, and even the wind, so calm it is true - at times spoke my name – ‘Hello Benjamin, nice to see you again’, and the Sun seemed to follow us wherever we went and so close was it.

I saw people - faces there amongst its golden glow and sometimes more than one Sun so did I see, for a total of seven, all having beautiful and different colours once was shown to me.

But I loved above all else My Father speaking to me as we flew through time and I was blessed indeed for I saw how history was before it became fact; indeed I saw the future as we looked into the Akashic Records – The Book of Life, for we transcended the veil of time and space and once my Father said, ‘Benjamin – what will you do when you return next to Earth with all this knowledge that has been shown to you’?

I thought for a long while and then I said, ‘Can I write like you about Heaven please’? At this remark my Father laughed, indeed tears of joy came to his eyes and he hugged me and I too laughed with joy.

‘Oh, my son, you will forget all this that you have learnt until the time comes when your memory is awoken and thus knowledge will begin to return and then all those earthly veils will have been blown away and then my dear child you will feel blessed indeed for you will have travelled far over many life times, so yes, we will remember you want to write and one day you shall write about Heaven itself just as I myself have done in the past’.

World without end.

Amen.

5 May, 1984.

The Light Bringer

 

 

The Light Bringer

Channelled through Pat Grabham

                                                                                                 

Through the many aeons of time there have been many light bringers - those whose light ensured others were inspired and guided even if at times unbeknown to themselves.

 

The light bringer I am drawn to here is Melchisadek the light bringer going back to Atlantis, that golden age, but when darkness had set in amongst certain children who once were of the light - indeed they were born of the light but envy and jealousy and the wish for power had overtaken their Godlike qualities and attributes to such an extent, The Father King of the Dhuman Adamic Race, Adam El Daoud, had called out in despair to God-The-Father to send him someone he could trust completely of the light.

El Daoud was thrilled and delighted when God-The-Father sent to him Melchisadek; at last El Daoud had another light bringer he could trust and he felt his burden of responsibility was lifted greatly knowing he had someone to help eradicate the darkness which had taken hold of that once glorious and wonderful homeland of Atlantis.

Melchisadek, since those early days of long ago has been a beacon of light forever shining in the dark but amongst the light too - his great light has encouraged, strengthened and given hope and inspiration to others less so, thereby others having met Melchisadek, they too, grew and became stronger themselves giving off that light reflected off of and from him.

So you can see through the ages, yes, there have been many light bringers but Melchisadek was one of those first few whose pathway has been somewhat different to the usual Divine Plan.

Through the many centuries wherever Melchisadek has been that light of the Creator has been more evident – the time and people blessed with the beauty of his presence; a light almost unequalled through the aeons of time.

Today many people tune into Melchisadek’s great light – he is there for all who aspire and have those highest qualities necessary to be a servant of the light, a light bringer, although none of them are quite as Melchisadek the light bringer - one of those very early bringers of Divine Light, the quality of which so many of us today are striving to find, remember and enlighten not only ourselves but others as we all take those steps back home to The Father-Mother-God, Adam El Daoud/Daouda and back home to those glorious days of Atlantis when we lived as one light, breathed as one, loved and glorified The Creator who walked amongst us.

Those times are being remembered, those inner memories have awakened as one by one those veils are removed and that panorama of what once was takes as always our breath away, just as it has done through the aeons of time.

Where is Melchisadek now – he is everywhere. The light of his presence permeates and surrounds us all even for those who feel no hope at all.

Call upon him to uplift and sustain you and light as a feather his presence will be there in tune with The Father, His angelic helpers and all those beings who we knew and loved through time.

They are all there, light bringers united, with one communal aim to uplift and sustain God’s children whilst far away from their homeland but which day by day those veils are removed - hidden memories are pushed to the surface.

It is no coincidence how great is the light today amongst the darkness for there are more and more light bringers each day searching for that Golden Ray, the Holy Grail beckons and is like a magnet - that pull of home is irresistible and step by step upward initiations are undertaken and experienced and in so doing the earth world becomes purer and lighter as the effect of so many light bringers aim for the stars.

Every time we touch something or say words when we are full of light it resonates and remains there on the ether for the next person, people - to be influenced, albeit often unknown by that light and energy left upon the ether by those of the light who have left their mark and vibration where they walk – talk.

But to go back to Melchisadek one of those very early light bringers known as the light bringer is one of the greatest joys of all.

His essence is there, it is everywhere. He guides us through time and space and what bliss to see his face. His presence sustains and uplifts, brings joy and laughter - why can’t we all be as he, tomorrow.

So let us remember dear ones when we use that word the light bringer just how powerful and meaningful it is. The sound upon the ether reverberates with that deep love and affinity as one by one we all want to me as Melchisadek -the light bringer.

Amen, Amen, Amen.

21 July, 2012.

　

　

　

　

　

　
　

Abraham Lincoln 16th US President

 

 

 

Abraham Lincoln 16^th US President
 

Channelled through Pat Grabham
 

Abraham Lincoln comes to mind when the world and life was less kind.

Long decades have passed since those days long gone when the world was so difficult for us slaves. It was a time of great upheaval and unrest, brother against brother, state against state, but through it all that light shone, although in retrospect we are sad to remember we could have appreciated more the light and effort Abraham Lincoln made to our lives and thus to those of our descendants.

Time has a habit of ensuring that when we look back we have gained a wider and all-encompassing awareness of what was. The pre-occupation of the self has long gone and in its place is that awe and wonder of being aware of the love and care which went into that abolition of slavery. It did not happen quite overnight but the seeds had been planted and like all fruit or flowers or trees, it began to take hold. The momentum had begun and all too soon it was a torrent of unrest and hurt and pain. Unbelievable heartache reached out to all; nobody was left unscathed by the sorrow, as different states tried to go their own way – taking what to them was the right stand.

Of course life back then was very difficult. Just to survive for many was the goal, and that we did – just.

Life for some of us who seemingly came through those times although appearing unscathed, was in fact not so. That inner and outer pain never left us and that life lived was one many of us were happy to leave behind. Time and time again since in our spiritual homeland we have met and talked about those days which have been added to our tapestry of life. One of many – some a great deal better, others less so. But surprisingly as it may seem we had all planned that life – we had undertaken to be there in America during that era knowing full well the difficulties and pain we would all face. There were many reasons, and few explanations do we wish to give here.

Suffice to say that we hold dear certain moments even now from that life many of us shared so long ago.

Returning to our spiritual home in the higher realms imagine our joy as not only once again did we meet up with loved ones and beings from aeons long gone whom we have loved ever since but in that very first time after that era when we returned home – some of us later than others, what a surprise and joy we were met with.
 
Each year there is a day when we slaves as we were known then together with other people who for one reason or another wish to share with their brothers and sisters attend a celebration in honour of Abraham Lincoln.
 
We in the spiritual planes have in memory and love for Abraham Lincoln a MONUMENT. It is glorious to behold and a joy to all who pass by on their way somewhere else - as is often the case. 

There is a narrow slope which has quite small steps in the middle and this is made in a beautiful stone leading upwards quite a long way. To each side of these narrow steps and walkway there is a beautiful religious picture – each side looks the same. It is in stunning colours and has drawings drawn by the very best of the artists in the spiritual realms. As you look at these pictures – being the same either side of the steps you are aware that the faces of the people, many of women, are all facing to the left…. It is very noticeable that as it is not something once seen can be forgotten.  

From time to time on special occasions we have seen our beloved benefactor walking up those narrow steps with one or two others, and we, his grateful people watch and raise our voices in song and prayer as we acknowledge the great debt we owe him.  

Thus is that MONUMENT which we have high in the realms of Light a reminder not only to us whose lives were greatly helped but for future generations whose pathways were made easier.

Many have cause to thank Abraham Lincoln not only in that life when he was President of the United States but other life times also when our paths crossed and we again benefited from his kindness, great light and love shown to us, and where our other lives lived were made brighter by his presence.
 
Blessed be to our beloved brother for all time Abraham Lincoln.

And so it is and will be again.

Amen.

23 October, 2012.

Hawk Wind

Hawk Wind

Channelled through Pat Grabham

 Jet black eyes stared out from a dark brown face; eyes which missed nothing for everything came into that penetrating glance that was assessing in a way difficult to define. But to those who knew well this awesome presence, so proud and haughty, arrogant at times too, they knew that beneath his 6 feet 5 physical body there lay within a God loving man for he had ruled his people for many years since his father died before him thus was he King of all he surveyed and what a vast territory that was high in the Peruvian foothills, high amongst the mountains where the mighty waters ran and wild animals roamed it too. 

It was a peaceful time, for all the land if rode for weeks - north, south, east and west belonged to these Peruvian people ruled by Hawk Wind as he was called; for he was sharper than any hawk, proud, just and true. His people adored him, the women loved him but some of the men envied him and wished to be where he was and in those few minds – thus many schemes lurked but it was not as easy as they would have liked for he was quicker than the wind, he was always ahead, he seemed to know what was in peoples’ minds and then he would fix one or another with his great penetrating eyes that could change almost at will; at times so gentle, full of compassion and much love too, and then those eyes grew hard, not so much with hate but with an unusual assessment that filled those brought before him with foreboding.

Many were the times he rode off on his great white horse whom he loved almost beyond all else for they shared much unseen to many eyes. Sometimes he would just whistle or make some kind of sound and the horse would hear even if he was not visible to the naked eye and what an amazing picture that horse and man made, two against the world it did seem at times.

But these last few years restlessness had seeped in where once was all love and devotion, for the young in years but feeling they knew it all felt that it was time for different approaches to life, to all that he ruled, for life was too set, there seemed no excitement left – where were new territories to conquer?

Hawk Wind knew too well their restlessness and his heart was heavy at times for he knew that sadly, yes, for his people - his life so it would end and peace would take a very long time to return to his troubled people and land, for much fighting would go on as brother fought brother for supremacy to rule this Peruvian Kingdom, rich in everything the people needed and which, with his feathers upon his head he wore with pride for he had passed many tests in both worlds to have got to his place deep in God’s Heart.

He could have joined with many women but somehow too he knew it was not to be for he had other roads to travel along God’s spiritual path, for he knew many of his past lives, he had gone through many of the barriers – slowly since that day when first he was born; for he was a child of the spirit, of the air, the woods, and of the Earth – for he saw things unseen to his people, for his innocence had never been lost and now, as so often happened, he began to remember more and more of the sayings his Father would speak of and he wished he had understood then as he did now, but he knew that his death lay quite near for was he not in his prime – 33 years so was he now and was this not the age when many Masters died – that age of great spiritual significance.

He had no fear of death for he knew too well all his loved ones and The Master Himself would all be there - for he was nearing the end of his earthly existences and would before too long be always in spirit and that his soul had for so long yearned, dreamed and aspired to be there and at one with all Creation and God Himself – all those things he had always seemed to feel deep within his soul itself.

He decided to write a letter and leave with a beloved one to read out to his people when he had gone and in it he would give three recommendations on who should rule in his absence, the nearest and most just to himself.

'Father
My time is coming as both you and I know and just for this moment I feel deep sadness for the unrest and sense of loss many of my loved people will feel on my passing, but it is all a part of progression for we both know nothing can stand still for if life and movement is set it is of no use for it is purposeless - for life and oneself must be like water, clear and clean, moving gently through life giving refreshment to all who step by its course for with that movement Father I know I come closer to You and those glorious delights of Paradise, those golden angels, fairies and doves, the eagles and Sun, the sky so blue in itself, those mountains so high where the air is so pure; the time has come for soon I shall be home again.

I go back with a heart full of love for I have done all that I promised myself – this land is at peace, it’s beautiful beyond compare to lands of earth that is.

I have lived well, I’ve loved so much, I’ve given of myself all that I have except that most private part when we talk together, for yes above the wind I hear Your Voice; in the sound of the silence I too hear Thee; when I look at the Sun I see You there and as I look at the Earth and the life-giving water You are in them too, so yes, since before the day I was born, You and I so have we talked, grown to understand and develop our rapport, that spiritual attunement that has always been there, for is it not so My Father and me, the two of us go back a very long way, indeed to the very beginning of time, for I heard Your Voice even then.

My spirit and soul I leave in your care for there can be no better love anywhere.

From Hawk Wind your ever loving son

The time I leave to you for I know it will not be long, a few days at the most when an arrow will pierce me in 'my sleep' – for our eyes see everything do they not.

World without end – Amen'

'A PLUMED SERPENT- A SERVANT OF GOD HIMSELF'

　
　
God bless all my people

Upon reading this my body will have been found – it had to happen for it was a part of my destiny that I may go on through eternity.

The three names of my successors I list below – three wise, just and good men; may you choose one of them to lead you back to calmer waters after the bloodbath that started with my death.

I wish for no revenge for only God knows what had to be and indeed will be so. Please let peace return and from my place in the world of spirit I will pour down my love on you all to help and to heal and to give comfort too in this great loss to my beloved people.

God bless you and yours always till our spirits embrace again in God’s beautiful Heaven beyond the stars.


'Hawk Wind' – the silent one
　
26^th May, 1984.

Hand in hand we have travelled

 

 

Hand in hand we have travelled

 

Channelled through Pat Grabham

 

 

Hand in hand we have travelled through rough and smooth terrain.

Levitated have we with our love for thee.

We have walked amongst the flowers, cried in the rain, soaked up the sunshine feeling both relief and pain.

Pain for the suffering of others, pain for their loss of faith.

We have shared in the dream of sunrise, loved the hope that it brings.

Believed in the redemption of others - not of the Dhuman Adamic Race.

We have travelled through limitless time-zones, the past, present , future - calm in the love of God and His dream for the future of all life.

We have loved, lost touch, been reunited - all in the blink of an eye, which is why today there is no separation for we are as one.

I am but a small drop, you are so much more but together our love and friendship coupled with our history seeks to set out to help those who have lost their way.

They stand lonely and afraid, in darkness alone - to us of the light, that is not right, so another step is taken together, one of so many through all the centuries.

The centuries they have come and gone with ever increasing crime, however it is one of our tasks to help them to leave such behind, for with love and light for them there is no stopping what they will find.

In themselves their light grows bigger, their fear it leaves them as they become more free.

Side by side together we have flown through time and space, each and every time what joy to see his face.

Separated through the aeons of time - yes, but joy once again when that veil has been lifted.

Hand in hand together into future worlds unknown, we will walk forever through no barriers in time.

The future unbeknown beckons in other places ahead, lands not of the earth draw me to him whom I have loved since I first saw him all those aeons ago.

So yes, hand in hand we travel over rough and stormy seas but how I love that calmness when all is as I am drawn to - no more pain and heartache, just that joy of harmony.

So as I pause a moment, those memories so they fade but our journey is well trodden, those stones felt so well but there is great light ahead as always, as we lead others to what's ahead - secure in the knowledge of God's love for all, even for those who slip and fall.

They are the ones who need our help to enable them to fly as we do - to Angelic hosts who await their return, joy on their faces, love in their hearts as lost loved ones return home at last.

Fleeting glimpses and memories of lives long gone come back to me yet again.

The steps thus taken so far lead me as always back to his care; my soul sings with gladness, my heart fills with love, as hand in hand with The Father we travel those steps together.

Together again in sleep, together again in waking, therein no separation, for once again our hands are held, as step by step we journey through those barriers of time and space until at last in pure essence I once again see his face.

That light of our reunion - it shines as the sun, far brighter than I have known it for my work here is done.

What joy that will be, what relief will come to me as I step over the threshold to hold hands once again - when the light of His Countenance shines full of love for me, as mine does him, just as it always has since the dawn of time and yes, before that too, for I am but one of many whom God had planned to be.

So I stand secure in that love and knowledge as my journey takes me back to home, to that land of my birth far above the hills of earth.

My steps they seem so small - not what I had hoped at all but the light of Paradise calls me as it has time and time again, like a magnet it pulls me up towards home again.

So I know I walk not alone. Hand in hand we have travelled through rough and smooth terrain, this life is no different except for the pull of home.

So on and on I travel, safe in the love of him, at peace in the love of God helping me always, loving me constantly, being but a thought away.

For His dream is my dream - His plan my aim - joyful and privileged to be the daughter of God - God The Father-Mother, sister to God The Son and a daughter, friend and sister to him whose hand I hold today now as always and as I will in worlds yet to be as I follow thee.

For where he goes I follow, albeit at a slower pace but that great trail of light has been opened and I go on at my own pace, slow it seems so often, stagnant it feels too much.

My joy comes when I see that trail of light getting bigger for all those helping hands - workers of earth and spirit united - to take us all together through glorious bridges of light.

Thus helping achieve our destiny, at peace and one with The Father and home at last after my journeys, waiting then for our next adventure hand in hand to future worlds and paths not yet known but which I will call home.

31 December, 2007.




　

Ariah, High Priestess of Osiris

 

 

Ariah, High Priestess of Osiris

Channelled through Pat Grabham

Question
(High Priestess of Osiris, speak to me – tell me what do you see?)

End of Question

As a very young child I asked my parents if I could go into the Order of Osiris. To them it was an honour – a daughter of theirs who wanted to serve Osiris, beloved of us.

I had many visits with my parents to the Temple of Osiris as it was known to a few.

The high priests and elders asked me lots of questions and as was the custom going back to Atlantis, what was of special importance was my aura. My ray of vibration and note upon the ether of Light.

As the high priests and elders of the Order of Osiris looked into my deep inner self and soul they decided that yes, being a high priestess of Osiris was the path chosen by my soul long ago in Atlantis.

What was a deciding factor was my ray of origin and aura. Being born on the aquamarine ray and thus having predominantly a blue aura was something of great attunement.

Osiris himself you see is of the Blue Ray of Origin, although Isis, beloved to Osiris and the rest of us not only in Egypt but Atlantis was herself born on the Amethyst Ray of Light and Vibration.

Thus the two rays, Aquamarine and Amethyst once again, being a dual ray, a ray of the highest frequency, meant just as Osiris and Isis were one, so too were we who undertook our duties which in reality was a work of great love and devotion and was to us a great honour to be of service.

There were many of us from early childhood on who regularly undertook visits to see the high priests and elders in the Temple of Osiris.

At that young age both boys and girls went but as the years went on we were separated for reasons explained to us.

The boys would be high priests and us girls high priestesses of Osiris, which by their very nature, each role would be different.

However to us high priestesses of Osiris we were blessed to meet at regular intervals with Isis, beloved of Osiris.

Although Isis herself had her own priesthood and beautiful and divine was it to see, in reality as I have explained, what was taken into account in deciding whether to be a high priestess in the Order of Osiris or Isis came down to the ray and origin of our soul.

The ability to tune into the same high vibration of Osiris on the aquamarine ray would prove a fundamental necessity in the many tests of initiation which were undertaken at the Temple of Osiris.

Although as mentioned the aquamarine and amethyst rays are dual in origin and can merge and become one, or as was more often the case, separate at will and remain as a ray in it’s own right.

The complete attunement experienced on all levels from a soul born on the same ray would enable much inner mystery work to be undertaken and accomplished.

It was a very joyous time. We, the high priestesses of Osiris loved our work. We undertook the reading of dreams. We were considered a sage – a seer; we saw into both the past and the future. We learnt again of the mysteries of Creation which for many of us had long been forgotten.

We were taught about life eternal, the flame of eternal light which was forever lit in the Temple of Osiris gave to us further understanding and inner awareness of the mysteries of Creation.

We spoke to beings from long ago. We loved to listen and look into the Records of Creation. The Akashic Records were shown of how, why and what for - the meaning of Creation itself.

Thus privileged with such great knowledge and understanding such was our joy as we not only undertook steps of purification and initiation into the higher mysteries but in so doing we became ever more in tune with God The Father-Mother-Son and a glimpse of Paradise itself was shown to us.

It was joyous for us high priestesses of Osiris to meet from time to time with Isis. Sometimes both Osiris and Isis shared moments with us which would forever live on, hidden too often in lives to come.

But there will come a time well into the future when those inner teachings will begin to surface gradually – step by step in small insights at first but with that constant wish for that hidden knowledge - more and more memories of lost teachings will return.

I hope that is of help in answering your question?

Ariah, High Priestess of Osiris, from Long Ago.

2 September, 2012.

The Sphinx (The Christ) (The Spirit of Atlantis)

'The Sphinx' (The Christ) (The Spirit Of Atlantis)

Channelled through Pat Grabham

Does the name 'The Sphinx' symbolise 'The Christ'? Was the Sphinx of Atlantis represented in the image of God The Son? The original statue of ‘The Sphinx’ was to honour The Christ Light ‘The Son of God’, wherein invitation into all the deeper mysteries of the universe and God’s Mind itself resided. 

Indeed, ‘The Sphinx’ is an invisible Akashic Record of all that has been, is, and has still to come to fruition, for ‘The Sphinx’ symbolises the Mind of the Creator, for to see is to believe, to know is to understand, to listen is to remember, for every inch of its majestic and holy presence represents a tiny journey of the soul;  each paw an initiation.

One can see 'The Sphinx' of Atlantis as a living flame, the very Light of the Son pouring forth in a golden glow, sending out far and wide the Rays of its illumination so that wherever one was - it was an all consuming ray of light, love, power, wisdom, wherein rested as in a sleep, the very mysteries of Creation, of the very Mind and Heart of the Father God for its symbol would shine forever and though, through the aeons of time it would indeed grow dim, it would 'nevertheless be to those who were there' an initiation once more into one's very heritage..... A remembrance of that time long ago born and which to those who know, they wish to return to.

For to remember is to return home, each step having had to be taken backwards as the soul grew seemingly further and further away from the root of its beginning, until that pull of home grew so strong, nothing or no one could stop the soul retracing its footsteps back to the Dhuman Adamic Race and to those spheres above the Earth and to those long left behind, as the soul journeyed further and further away from its light but in doing had to generate its own to such an extent that the magnetism and pull of home makes everything else un-important, for therein lies the only true love and happiness as the soul is re-born almost another time, for it has gone full circle and experienced all there is in the physical worlds and can now 'rest'. 

But of course the soul will never actually rest for there are still initiations to be experienced, undertaken and lived through, for in so doing the doorway to the Mind of God is never shut... it is there and can be walked through in humbleness, joy, elation, adoration and wonder at the Plan of the Creator as more and more knowledge and understanding comes to the Son and Daughter of God as it walks once more with and to the Father-Mother-God and the Son.

The Christ Light and the Golden Sun stretches out its Rays and once again, ‘The Sphinx’ illumines as was intended the Children of God.

(Indeed it seems to say 'forget-me-not' for I will never leave you; I am with you always without beginning or end, for you have surely dreamt my dream, just as I have dreamt yours) - thus we become once more just as I had Planned when My Mind envisaged the Dhuman Adamic Race, those other spheres above earth too, and also My Children of Adoption, will and can also return to their very roots and beyond, for as it was, so it will be again, but through initiation and initiation, the soul will resemble ever more the very Godhead itself, thus I am well pleased - for the end is in fact the beginning - Alpha and Omega are indeed one and the same, for no separation exists, just oneness, together but separate, one and the same, as it was so ordained..... The Holy Grail of Life Ever Lasting.

20 August, 1996.

Artemis and Apollo

 

 

ARTEMIS AND APOLLO

With Suryananda and Saranyu

 

Artemis and Apollo, twins and children of Zeus and Leto, beloved of the Creator were a delight to their parents and left delightful foot-prints wherever they went; such was the effect they both had on Greek society and the people therein.

It was a good time to live – days were golden; the Hierarchy, those spiritual beings still walked amongst us – thus were we raised in consciousness above the mundane. That is not to say we did not live surrounded by beauty because we did.

The Mystery Schools still undertook their training for those who passed tests and trials as they proceeded further up the ladder towards spiritual attainment, understanding and attunement.

It was truly a blessing to be taught by these teachers of old whose heritage and lineage goes back through the aeons of time to a plane high above the Earth.

Apollo and his followers of whom there were many – were blessed daily by the people. They brought food and gifts and by doing gave back to our community something, just as we, the priestesses of Apollo did in our unique way.

People who were in need of guidance or advice would visit the Temple. The Oracle of Delphi would retreat into those different dimensions of time and space where the mysteries of the universe were re-opened, bringing back comfort and insight, appropriate to each individual.

All were unique – all had different questions, all were helped and healed on many levels.

Within the temple grounds of Apollo there were other spiritual schools of learning run by quite a few learned and spiritual ones.

They too belonged to different origins and like Apollo their true home was far from as it was then their beloved Greece.

The temple and grounds were full of daily activity. The comings and goings were numerous – the requests for advice, healing, answers to dreams experienced, not to mention questions on life itself, were too numerous to count.

All requests for help were answered in time but some did take a little longer. However the population knew that once they had put in their request for help in one form or another they were placed on the temple’s healing and knowledge list, so that from that moment of making that request some worries and stress felt by those away from the temple would be lightened and everyone knew it was only a matter of time before answers were given, healing if needed, on both the physical or mental worries, or both, if necessary.

Artemis was beautiful to look at. She had a golden glow about her and was like a reflection of the sunlight – so golden and beautiful did she look to those who gazed upon not only her outward beauty but who recognised something different and un-earthly as they looked at her.

Artemis was seen wearing beautiful gems, often blue on her robes. However to Artemis they denoted her place in the cosmos and the wearing of these gems gave her additional attunement to the Creator for they amplified that line of communication which existed with her and the divine spheres.

Apollo also was beautiful to look at. His following was vast. People were drawn not only to his beauty but that quality which he had which took others to the divine spheres. Those who had a special connection to Apollo, they too were given glimpses of other worlds to the present. The door to those inner mysteries stayed open for long moments when knowledge and further awareness of the mysteries of the universe were given to them, which in turn was talked about and secretly passed onto a few who would carry on the light and teachings of Apollo after he had returned to the heavenly realms.

Thus certain of the devotees of Apollo would carry on with his life’s plan put lovingly into operation, for the time was right – the days of waiting over, the hierarchy knew it was vital to train others in the work of students of the highest light so that when the time came for Apollo to transcend once again the Earth plane his legacy would continue - for deep ground-work had taken place. The foundations were firm and strong and the light of the spirit un-dimmed.

'Beloved sister, the time draws near…….'  When Apollo would fly on golden wings with the Angels of the Sun – all a-glow.

Artemis knew when she too left the earth, she would soar – as Apollo would. The trees and nature spirits would bless her name as her blue clothed angels accompanied her back home – a journey taken innumerable times whilst loved ones awaited her once again.

So at a much later time and place when Apollo left the mortal plane of Earth he knew those highest teachings would be taught and more-over understood and passed onto students of the Light.

Apollo today is still available to guide, inspire and teach others of the higher mysteries of creation. That name being one of many. However that essence remains, just under a different name.

For those who have that love, affinity and attunement to ancient Greece and the Temple of Delphi and all it represented – both Artemis and Apollo wait for but a thought from you when that bond of love is re-established, for after all it is only hidden at times from that conscious memory.

When you think of Artemis and Apollo, think of them with that golden hair and bright blue eyes and you will touch their vibration perfectly.

Nothing is ever lost from the centuries and aeons of time. Love and a wish for the higher good, not only for the self but for humanity as a whole unlocks that key and the plane of Light where Artemis and Apollo dwell.

They are not alone – they work with many others from that golden time when the Oracle of Delphi was and the hierarchy walked visibly amongst the population.

They too can be contacted by all – no barriers stand in the way. The love in the soul opens the doors to great blessings from not only Artemis and Apollo and the spiritual beings of old but to the Creator too. There is no limit to that which is available to the spiritual seeker of truth. All that is needed is love coupled with an understanding and realisation that of all life within the many universes, each have their role to play in the ways dreamt and planned by the Divine Mind – all matter – none will be left behind and those of the higher Light and planes know this – indeed it resonates within the soul and being of the true spiritual seeker of truth just as had been foretold.

During certain months of each year Apollo would journey away – for his life’s path and soul’s journey needed a different aspect and approach away from the multitude who followed it seemed almost, his every move. His beauty was too often a hindrance to the work he had been entrusted to do for the Creator.

Artemis, beautiful as she was, was able to live a more normal life than her adored twin brother for her fame and glory was less so but their lives had been entwined many times over the aeons since the dawn of time. They had journeyed together often in many different countries and their vibration and essence can be contacted under many names in history – not all so well known.

At times lives were lived in less of a public recognition but nevertheless many of their followers in their beloved Greece had walked and talked with them in strange and foreign lands through different centuries and climates too.

We would add that at the height of Apollo, his oracle and those lines of communication open to the hierarchy – this incarnation spent was in fact many many years before Apollo would take on a much different incarnation in his continuing journey through the centuries to help raise the consciousness of humanity.

Apollo himself had the gift of prophecy. There were as has been stated more than one temple in praise and honour of Apollo. They each had their specific task - reason for being and the teachings which were available and there were many on different levels all dependent on the understanding of the person who had come seeking that higher something not always known even but just an awareness that there was indeed so much more to life and they wanted to know – so many of them – what exactly was there?

There is no such thing in reality as the mysteries of Creation. Instead once a certain stage of awareness becomes evident, understanding falls into place as the aspirant and spiritual seeker turns upwards to the heavenly worlds for confirmation of all that has been, is, and will be.

Above the Mystery Schools of spiritual learning in days long gone and even today it would and does state – 'Know Thyself'.

The priests would always be on hand whilst the Oracle travelled to a higher plane of being so that when her mind and body returned they were able to interpret her answers in a language the people could relate to.

Artemis as had been stated is less well known in history in that incarnation than her beloved Apollo but nevertheless her role was of the greatest importance on very many levels and planes of being.

Her mission was of great significance and resonated not only on the Earth plane but upon the different planes other than the immediate Earth.

Artemis was able as of course was Apollo to transcend the Earth and be in many different states of existence.

Also Artemis spent much time with the elementals and fairy Kingdoms, the gnomes and elves and all manner of nature elementals whom she ensured were given equal help, love and support, which in turn enabled these different life forms which had come into existence from the mind of the Creator to know that they too were much loved, cared for and given great help for their own advancement to ever happier and better states of being.

Today where Artemis waits often upon the etheric planes of Light she is adored by all of the nature kingdom and sweet and joyous is it to see such love and affinity of the highest light which exists.

Nothing is too much trouble, no elemental or other form of life not special.

You can often see Artemis in visions surrounded by her beloved elementals of the nature kingdom and nature itself which is so much loved by the Creator.

Joyous is it in the divine spheres as we see as we do that which exists with Artemis, beloved of us in the spiritual realms, upon and within all the levels of being.

We salute Artemis as we do Apollo and they are as close today as they were during those days in their beloved Greece.
　

Amen.

September 2012.

SURYANANDA WITH SARANYU.

Suryananda is my name from Source in Divine Paradise given to me by God The Mother, Evam Arbel, and Saranyu, is my Twin Flame, Divine Consort, in Divine Paradise.

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I'm a Christmas Tree

I'm a Christmas Tree

Channelled through Pat Grabham

I'm a Christmas tree and at this time every year I am thoroughly spoilt and I just love all the attention and fuss I get! Each year I belong to some family or other and I get so excited and I have so much fun; everyone is so jolly and lots of children come and talk to me and although I talk to them they don't seem to hear but that is always the case, but this year I sense something different is happening for a nice kind man says how lovely I'll look and he seems to know how to talk to me - at least he seems to know what I think and feel, so for once I need not try to speak for at last I'm understood.

It is still several weeks to go but I've started to get most excited - what fun Christmas is to us Christmas trees: For the rest of the year we are looked after in our patch of soil but sadly almost forgotten and then what bliss for a few weeks we have such a happy time surrounded by so much laughter and warmth - indeed these peoples' homes are far too warm but we can stand it for we are hardy and strong. Indeed I am about 5 feet and nice and wide with lots of branches and my coating of bristles as humans do say are nice and hopefully won't leave too much of a mess.

This nice young man tells me I am going to a school, well this is different - I hope it will be as much fun. I am going to be all decorated and lit up with lots of fairy lights for their party. Oh I so love parties and lots of toys are going to be placed under my branches and lots of children in hospital will all have a toy. I see lots and lots of golden bells - dozens of them and they are all going to be placed on my branches together with the fairy lights.

These golden bells - how lovely they are and only about an inch high. They were found in a very old place and I do believe I shall look even nicer than normal - a touch of class perhaps and not a little old fashioned: What memories those words bring to mind but it is this Christmas time that is so important for I sense something different about this.
 

Some nice girls come and talk to me and seem to know me better than most - I love listening to them and what a shock there are two of them but they look the same, ah - twins. I've seen twins before you know but these twins are quite grown up but oh what babes they are as compared to me for I am much older than them.

A few men come in and they too talk to me and laugh and joke and how all this warmth does indeed warm my heart; these new memories will add to my others so that once again when Christmas is over I shall be happy and bright looking back through all my Christmas memories, so you can see how I'll treasure all this fun and excitement for it has to give me joy for another year.

It's a Sunday now in early December and it's the morning of the party and how exciting this morning has been. I am all lit up with fairy lights all over my branches they go but I also have those lovely golden bells all over me too, lots and lots of golden bells and I feel quite important you know but in a different way and proud too that I am here and not another tree.

All the presents are under my branches and so many lovely toys are there - two fairy dolls; Rupert the bear; fluffy toys - I don't know what they are called; bears - three, all the same; dogs - several dogs, some on leads, others not, and a rocking horse with red reigns and a white tail and mane. Books and puzzles and cars too, so many delightful toys and one or two are wrapped up but I like to see them all unwrapped, so you can see we look a pretty picture me and my friends.
 

Do you know in this room there are several pictures that seem to really look and smile at me and I feel quite emotional somehow - for something is indeed different. One picture has a very old man, a monk I believe and his hands rest together but do you know I am sure those hands moved and waved to me and a voice said 'hello'.

There are lots of chairs in this room I'm in and some quite strange ornaments. I believe that one is called a Buddha; and those are white doves and some Indian things which dangle from the ceiling. What a nice atmosphere: I feel most content and I do believe I hear singing - light and beautiful as if on a cloud.

Lots of rushing here and there and lots of human smells of nicely cooked food drifts gently into this room.

The twins are here and rush in an out and another sister and a man - one of the twin's husband is here and he comes and looks at me and another young man looks in as well and the nice man who chose me looks in and says 'how lovely I look' and I feel a nice warm glow - this will be a very nice Christmas. 

 







Lots of people will soon start to arrive as it's almost 11.00 am. I hear my golden bells may ring for some people over this next week - I hope they do for I have so much fun when people are happy.

Meanwhile another set of twins arrive and look and say how beautiful we all look and then there is just ONE TWIN OF EACH - and they look at me and at the presents and feel warm and happy and do you know when they had both turned away from me and were a few feet away and making their way towards the door :

THE BELLS RANG, LOTS AND LOTS OF BELLS ALL RANG IN ONE LOUD STROKE AND IT GAVE US ALL A LOVELY SURPRISE AND THE GIRLS CAME BACK TOWARDS ME AND LAUGHED WITH EACH OTHER AND ME AND WE ALL FELT QUITE EXCITED FOR SOMETHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY HAD HAPPENED: I THINK IT WAS LOTS OF BELLS RINGING AT THE SAME TIME BECAUSE WHEN I HAD THESE GOLDEN BELLS PUT ON ME, AT TIMES THEY RANG BUT IT WAS A MUCH QUIETER SOUND WHEREAS THIS LOUD SINGLE NOTE WAS PURPOSEFUL AND LOUD - LIKE THE START OF A CHURCH BELL BEGINNING TO RING BUT QUIETER.

I sense lots of energy and unexplained comings and goings that appear as if in mid-air, this is fun, but I'm not used to this at all - I wonder what it means.

The girls have gone now and it is just me and my friends and somehow I feel I have many as I rest here.

Oh, more people have arrived and they all look in and laugh and think how beautiful we all look - me all lit up and all the toys and how exciting this is.

What a hectic day all these comings and goings probably 30 to 50 people have all looked in and I feel quite emotional now with all this fuss and attention and all the laughter.

Oh - the nice young man has looked in with his young lady and how happy they are - they look at each other and then at me and perhaps the young man will keep me for next year and I shall become a part of their family. I do hope so: I am doing my best to be a good tree - nice and green and not too messy.

It is now Wednesday - three days later and lots of people have come and gone. Yesterday some people sat around me and I was all lit up only by one candle which was placed on the floor quite near to me and everyone talked out loud and looked at me and the presents and they all meditated and it was a most unusual evening.
 

Indeed lots of strange happenings occurred for I saw a few elder brethren - I heard they were called and they each had a child; sometimes one elder brethren held one child with each hand and they had the most beautiful robes down to the ground of yellow, purple, rust, bright green and blue, and they seemed so kind and they all spoke nicely to me.

All the children were so excited and each wanted their special toy and how jolly and happy they all were but do you know those people from the school did not see them at all: I believe they felt unseen friends and knew all the children were there for indeed one child tripped and fell and one of the twins saw him clairvoyantly do that but of course the nice kind man saw it all - felt it too - so we are a little alike are we not - for I saw much too.

Back to this evening and the rest of the school are all gathered around, about 10 or 12 and all the lights are off; I have just my golden bells which are looking so well on me for my fairy lights are out but there is that solitary candle at the place in front of me on the floor.

The people all talk out loud and look at the candle and then at me and at all the toys which the spirit children have so loved. Those who have come into my air-space with their guides or whatever you would call them and lots of activity in space seems to be going on.

I see things I have never seen before - such pretty colours, light and fine as gossamer, like a delicate web in space itself but it is so very pleasing to look upon and from what I hear this is quite common from where they all come from.

Some of the people close their eyes and seem to drift off almost to sleep but they are not really sleeping they are thinking and I see lots of pretty colours above all their heads, so you can see - what fun I am having.

The candle looks quite pretty and do you know once it gave off a funny noise like zap as if something had got too close to the flame and a spark seemed to come from the flame, so it was most unusual. Only three girls and myself saw that you know and then the candle was as it was before and not another noise came from it.

Later that same evening all the toys not wrapped were taken away to be made into parcels for the children; so all my friends are leaving me for lots of children need them.  








Ah - well, another Christmas has come and gone and it's not even Christmas yet - for the school will be closed for Christmas: I wonder where I'll be - perhaps someone will take me home with them.

I have had a wonderful time and feel quite strange for lots of different things seemed to happen this year.

I hope they happen another year for it's been my best Christmas yet for I saw you know even an angel, and how beautiful that looked; a moment I shall treasure forever from a very happy Christmas tree.

God bless everyone.

Amen.

1st January, 1984.