Since starting this healing work around the imprints of slavery, we’ve been feeling and experiencing some resistance. Souls terrified to ascend for fear of what they might lose, or fear of what they might find on the other side. Souls with so much guilt they were afraid to let go for fear of retribution. Lost souls who were stuck, stuck, stuck, and some powerful souls, one in particular (an ex slave master) who wasn’t having any of it!
This particular soul didn’t know what else to do but to stop us, or at least to try. As a result we had financial difficulties, issues with my visa and ability to stay in St Lucia, spirit attachments causing physical pain, accidents, oh the list could go on.
What to do?
Send love! Love and forgiveness.
By truly forgiving, by letting go completely, by sending love, unconditional love, the darkest of energies will budge. That love heals them, and sets us free at the same time.
With a little ceremony, lead by Bruno one evening, filled with love and forgiveness, and the powerful one left, he ascended with many… so many, following behind. It felt like not only slave masters who left but also their family members who had also been hovering in limbo. One by one I could see them filing out the door.
Things felt so much lighter but Isabella wasn’t happy, in fact she was working up to a major scream. An evening walk usually sends her off to sleep but it was raining, so no walk that night. So we turned to our usual last resort… a drive. It didn’t feel right to drive south in the rain, or into the beautifully cool hills because the roads are a bit tricky, so we headed north with a grizzly girl in her car seat. Yet again the car felt heavy, and I realised along the way that we had some extra passengers, and they needed to be taken to Pigeon Island. So off we headed.
We do a lot of driving with a lot of passengers, don’t we! And because we didn’t have a lot of fuel, we wouldn’t have taken that drive, except for creaming baby egging us on to go, go, go! Isabella’s clearly in charge! Her crying/screaching is always taken notice of, she’s a calm happy baby unless there really is something wrong.
We felt more and more heavy and sleepy as we pulled up to the gates of Pigeon Island, it was late at night so there was not a sole to be found, not embodied anyway. Bruno and I checked out, nodding in that snoozy way, Isabella was wide awake.
And a beautiful bubble of forgiveness was created. Our passengers wanted to come to Pigeon Island to apologies to those ex-slaves who were left, and that they did. There was an honest and deep exchange of forgiveness… and then the most beautiful sight… a lavender cloud or bubble rose in layers and so many souls ascended.
I felt lighter, so much lighter, Bruno slept and Isabella squealed with delight as we drove home.
Of course when we reached home I was aware of more souls! More!!!!!! Peaceful, slightly vulnerable but happy to wait for us to re-group.
Watch this space…
May the healing ripples run far, wide and deep!