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Dragon Consciousness

 I hold within me much of the Dragon Energy, the male force of God, and to explain this further I need to take us back to the beginning of the creation of this planet Earth.  

Earth was a ball of crystalline water consciousness and the consciousness of the Dragon energy breathed fire into the planet.  This fire is the will of God.  The Dragon vibration is on the colour ray of red and red represents the original tribe of this planet.  The Dragon came to create the first tribe  with the assistance of Mother Earth and I hold this memory within me. 

Subsequent tribes were created using the fire of the Original tribe on the Sac-Red ray of Red energy.  In the beginning we did not have a root chakra but as we became more and more solid and grounded upon the Earth a red root chakra came into existence and we used this as a way to create one another.  This act had always been Sac-Red, until now, when it has been perverted beyond belief and contaminated so much that many have lost their souls to what we now call sex.

The base chakra relates to both the dark side of the tribe and also to the purity of this red Sac Red ray. 

When Fire split itself into two it merged with the consciousness of water, the carrier of Love, and water embodied itself in the Mermaid consciousness.  These fables that we learn of in infancy are true energies of consciousness and are Truth in Action.

So Fire (the will of God) merged with Water (the Love of God).  Dragons (Will) and Mermaids (Love) worked together.  These energies are alive and well today, my essence is of the Dragon energy and my daughter's the essence of the Mermaid consciousness, Love.

There followed even more splits in consciousness and the One Tribe split into many tribes and the illusion of separation began.

In this lifetime I have battled with the tribe called 'My Family' and this depleted the red ray within me and my experience, to counteract this I now ground in the Red Ray!  

I had to fully understand and embody the dark side of the tribe before I could bring back in the purity of the tribe.  So my earthly families (I have had two) have assisted me in recognising and brought up the darkness and the illusion of separation within myself and my tribe and it is now time for me to reconnect with the Original Tribe of One who are spread throughout this planet, incarnate in the physical at this time to embody Oneness once more.

My heart knows this, for the heart is the Creative God, my mind battled with it for a long time, for the mind is the Destructive God but now my heart reigns over the mind and the two are in harmony (Oneness).

The Purity of Oneness is known and practised by the Tribe of Fire.  The fire is the passion and the purpose and because of the battle I endured with my earthly family this time around I depleted my Red Ray and  I have had to re-spark my Passion of Oneness.  When the Fire of Passion comes from the mind it is dangerous and ultimately destructive.  Now I understand completely the dark side of the Red Ray and it is time to bring in the Purity of this Ray, hence my colours are Red and Gold, they used to be Red and black!

My individual consciousness now merges with the consciousness of the Dragon which is Manna, food from heaven, Love, which brings me inspiration, fortification and guides me from the core of my Soul, which is Fire.

Fire represents action and my action is to take this knowledge out into the world and with my fellow tribesmen bring the consciousness of this Earth back into harmony with Purity.  Oneness.

And so it is ~~

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INITIATIONS 

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We are truly loved and all is in Divine Order in Divine Timing.  Hazel  

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HAND MADE BY GOD

Your sophisticated physical body exists because of the intelligence of your cells. And the intelligence of your cells exists because of their Connection to Source Energy, put simply we are hand made by God. 

SILENCE 

True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the soul what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.

One of the biggest drains on our energy and emotion, and one of the greatest hindrances to peace, is our inability to be silent.  We are constantly robbing ourselves of peace because we choose to meddle in the affairs of others.  We talk far too much and we gossip.

Silence can relieve us of the burden to respond - woo hoo and what a relief that is!

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A long time ago God said to me 'Comfort My People' and every day I am inspired and moved to do just that.

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Here's one of my stories.............

I have been a soul healer for many many years and in my early years it soon became apparent to me that the "laying on of hands" and reiki healing, although very effective in calming and bringing peace and easing all kinds of pain, both spiritual and physical, was not always enough  to heal permanently. Some of the pain, pain buried deep within the psyche or the soul, which people  bring to me was and is so very  sad to behold. It became clear to me that so much more was needed in order to really help some of the people who came, and do come, to me for healing.       

And it is my deep desire to heal and comfort people that continually calls me back to this deep healing and leads me on. 

My ability to "tune" in to the higher realms is of course a blessing and it was the means by which my Spirit Guides - Healers - taught me. In the beginning I was taught to look at myself in complete honesty and to understand all of my feelings. Feelings are neither good nor bad. They just are. It is not 'bad' to have feelings of  anger, resentment, bitterness, jealousy and envy any more than it is 'good' to have feelings of peace, love, compassion and tolerance. The important thing is how we handle these feelings and ultimately what we do with them that may be termed loosely as good or bad. For if we have love and do nothing with it but keep it locked in our hearts, surely that is as ‘bad’ as having and suppressing feelings of anger. To me, we are then guilty of the sin of omission - omitting to share our love.

Why? is the question we must ask. Why are we keeping our love locked in our heart ? It is not natural to do such a thing. On the other hand we must not suppress our anger either, for by suppressing any negative emotion we are merely allowing it to get a tighter grip upon our soul.

Many people will deny that they have a cold heart, that they live in fear, that they have a problem with jealous feelings, that they have pain buried so deeply within them that they know not how to release it, they know not where or how to start unravelling it all.

So what happens? It gets buried even further and the first of many masks appears upon the soul. Literally. A mask to hide any or all of these feelings from ourselves. For some it is better to pretend that they do not exist. But you can bet your bottom dollar that somewhere on your earthly journey, and beyond, if you don't clear it up here, these deep feelings will rear their ugly heads. The fool will continue to strive to pretend that they do not exist and this in itself will cause further pain and eventually humiliation, for face it all one day we must.

Facing ourselves is the hardest lesson to learn, to see ourselves as we really are. I know what I am and I have faced myself many times over, the good and the bad, I have no secrets, no masks, nothing to hide, and that is why I can do this work and help others.

Some people have feelings for which they can find no words. Their feelings are a mixture of many, and part of my healing is to put words to these feelings so that they can be brought into the light of awareness in a tangible communicative way. Some of the events which caused the feelings in the first place, more than likely, happened so long ago, in the early stages of childhood, and the adult has forgotten them. It is part of my job as the healer to ask my spirit guides to disclose the cause. Once disclosed and with the help of the Holy Spirit, healing can begin. I have usually found that the patient recognises what has been disclosed and once the realisation has dawned, acceptance follows and healing is completed.

To give but one example I once helped a woman who had become a drug addict. It was revealed to her, through me, that at the age of 2 years her mother pushed her mentally and emotionally to one side and the child obviously felt unloved and unwanted. All the child's physical and material needs were met but her soul became starved of its real nourishment - love. This of course was the foundation for the rest of the girl's life, she grew up feeling unlovable. Lack of self-worth developed, she neither loved herself nor was she able to properly love others. So her life became a mish-mash of suppressed hurt, anger and bitterness and eventually she succumbed to drugs.

She came to me with a 'minder', for she had placed herself in a rehabilitation centre, not for the first time, in her efforts to kick the habit of drugs, and she was not allowed out alone.

My spirit guides  revealed that when she was two years of age her mother gave birth to another child and she loved this child to the exclusion of her first born daughter. Once I had voiced this to her she understood many of her mixed feelings about her younger sister and of course the resentment and bitterness which she had nursed towards her mother. With spiritual understanding I was able to get her to look at herself and her life from a completely different angle. Of course the soul-healing did not immediately cure her of her drug addiction. But what it did do was give her a reason for it and she went away with a reason to fight her addiction in a more determined way. She went away under-standing herself and knew that she wasn't so bad after all.

The 'minder' was astonished at all that was revealed, she nodded agreement to most that was said at this session and what had been achieved in two hours had taken a psychiatrist over two years to only unravel a small portion of all that was discussed in our one sitting.

This then is but a limited view of  Soul-Healing. It must be understood that for Soul Healing to be of benefit,  there must be complete honesty from the client, and that they must want to be healed and become a whole person,  for part of the recovery is for new attitudes to replace old ones. In fact it's an inevitable result of the healing. I must stress that the client or patient remains in control of the situation and all kinds of good results have been produced, although at the time it can sometimes be very painful.  Soul Healing is of great benefit for depression, anxiety, marital problems and milder problems causing unnecessary worry. Soul Healing is a mixture of psychology, counselling and clairvoyance  all done under the guidance of the Holy Spirit without which it would not be possible.

Hazel Moore - 1993

Only as high

       as I can reach can I grow,

Only as far as I seek can I go,

      Only as deep as I look can I see,

Only as much as I dream can I be.  

THE SMELL OF RAIN ~~ (a true story)

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walkedinto the small hospital room of Diana Belssing. She was still groggy from surgery.

Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.  That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24 weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.

Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.

"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could.

"There's only a 10 percent chance she will live through the night, and even, if by  some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one".

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.

She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

"No! No!!" was all Diana could say.

She and David, with their 5 year old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four.

Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.

But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.  Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love.

All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.

But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last, when Dana turned two months, old her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time.

And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero.

Dana went home from hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life, she showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment.  Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more.

But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting on her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.

As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.  Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"

Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain".

Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"

Once again her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet.  It smells like rain."

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,

"No, it smells like Him."

It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children before the rain's came.

Her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

This huge story sends tingles through my body every time I read it and fills me with deep love and connects me to "Him who strengthens me."

I hope it does the same for you ~~~~~ enjoy!

Where are you on The Tree Of Life?

 Here is a lovely poem I found 

“She let go.
She let go. Without a thought or a word, She let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, She just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.

SHE JUST LET GO.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her diary.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…”

Safire Rose ~~~~~
 

The Miracle in Bali

January 31, 2011

It's not often that I get excited but thinking about my forthcoming holiday in Bali in January I found myself experiencing joyful emotions and tingling in the very cells of my body.  In a nutshell I was excited and in a way that I haven't been excited in many years....but it was more than 'my' excitement it was the excitement of the deepest part of me - my soul was excited and it was speaking to me.

This holiday was going to be good, something very special was going to happen and the little human me had no idea what that was going to be.

The flight from England was long, 20 hours and 18 of those in the air, but I had settled my mind and was coming from a place of serenity and calm along with the underlying  excitement which was palpable.
 
The hotel was a dream come true, 5 star all the way from its grand hotel lobby through to the deluxe bedroom suites and outside massage rooms, massage rooms without walls allowing the gentle Indonesian breezes to flow through and wrap themselves around your body and to allow the sun to penetrate deeply into every particle and bring about a feeling of pure bliss -----ahhhhh, deep relaxation. Thank you, thank you.

Flowers of every shade and hue graced the balustrades and walkways with vibrancy and grace and the beach was strewn with luxurious loungers and huge umbrellas and on my first trip to the beach, the morning after my long long flight,there was the reason for my excitement and that feeling of something special, very special that was going to happen.

It was a dog.  At first glance it was a plain old very emaciated starving beach dog, but Bali, as I came to call him, was much much more than that. He opened my heart BIG TIME and the moment I saw him I started to plan how I could help him, feed him and get medical care for him. For had he not already given me a great gift - a deeper opening of my heart.  An opening that made me want to act not merely observe.  For love only knows how to give.

I went straight back to the breakfast bar and stole some sausages for him (for is not an ounce of help worth a ton of pity)  - I actually felt like a thief!  But hey what's a little theft when so much was at stake here.

He was laying underneath the lounger of a paying guest, so I approached the guest and asked if she would mind if I fed the dog - of course she said no she didn't mind (even if she did) whilst my mind was racing and thinking 'How could you just lay there knowing there was a very emaciated dog laying, albeit peacefully, underneath you'.  But hey ho I have learned a lot, and I mean a lot, about folk during my 63 years or so on this planet.

My new found friend gobbled up the sausages and lay back down underneath the lounger shading himself from the sun and I went straight to the internet lounge and googled 'stray dog charities Bali' and came out armed with two contact telephone numbers and headed for my room to telephone both charities. I telephoned the first number and spoke to a female but my intuition was giving me feelings of 'Not too keen on this.....' so I rang the second number and felt much happier with Janice, who turned out to be an American lady who had been in Bali for 30 years looking after stray animals and she had founded a charity - BAWA (Bali Animal Welfare Association) - immediately we clicked and arranged for 'her team', which consisted of a vet, to come to the  Spa Resort and evaluate the needs of 'my' dog.

In the meantime I was getting very brave and each morning took out a plateful of delicious food for my friend.  I discovered that he loved omelettes, bacon, French toast and ham above and beyond the sausages that I gave him on the first day.  He also adored sardines in tomato sauce which I managed to find in a local shop, that and lapping up lots and lots of fresh water seemed to give him a jaunt to his step but the sores over his body still remained and the first course of antibiotics and worming tablets had come to an end.

This warranted a second visit from the vet and so it was - more worming tablets and more antibiotics.

By now my holiday was almost coming to a close and the night before I left I prayed to meet someone to take over my role of breadwinner and nurse. The power of love and prayer produces miracles.  God is good, soooooo good for the very next morning Bali was laying underneath the sun lounger of a lovely Canadian lady.  I approached Glenda with some water for Bali and she was beside herself with emotion about Bali and how she was thinking she'd love to give him some water but had no container to put some in - pause and food for thought here about her statement - but I digress.  Chatting away with Glenda she agreed to take over my role and continue with feeding Bali and giving him the medicines.  I was overjoyed.

Later that day, my last full day in Bali, around 4.30 pm I left the hotel and walked about a quarter of a mile away from it to get a facial (they are really cheap in Bali and I made much use of the massage parlours and all kinds of therapies and beauty treatments).  The facial took about an hour and when I left the salon there to my utter amazement was Bali, waiting outside for me.  I was well......utterly amazed. He came up to me and nuzzled into my side for a long moment and I placed my hand on his head.  I hadn't touched him up until this time because of his skin infection, even though I wanted to, but with this gesture I just couldn't help myself and laid my hand upon his head.

It was a sacred moment, one that will live with me always and even as write this I am brought to tears and have such a feeling of gratefulness in me to have met and served this wonderful creature. I stood there in the busy Bali street with Bali and I tingled and I knew that a miracle had just happened, a natural miracle brought about by love. This was my miracle.  My soul's love for animals being expressed through me, Hazel and Bali knew it.  He knew me and I knew him and he was saying thankyou.  Thank you for making his life that little less harsh, that little less loveless.

Well, now I was on a mission - WOW, this seemingly insignificant event to a bystander was really deeply profound and my heart was wide open.

Back at the hotel I contacted the manager, a lovely lady, Ms Nanda, and I took her to the beach to see Bali and ask that she look out for him and welcome the vet each week.  Janice had promised a weekly visit to check on Bali and this was now firmly in her diary.

All was going amazingly well but I still needed a promise that food would be available to Bali every day, and so Ms Nandra (the front desk hotel manager) introduced me to two of her long term residents.  A lovely Canadian couple who are in Bali, staying at the Spa every winter until late March, and they agreed to feed Bali every day.

I have been home one week now and pray for Bali and his welfare every day - he is my miracle in Bali and I love him.

Update June 21st 2011:  When I first thought of naming the dog in Bali I couldn't think of an appropriate name but because BAWA wanted a name on his tag I said oh 'Harry will do' but in my heart it wouldn't do and each day as I prayed for him I began to call him Bali and sent my power animals to be with him in Spirit, and joy of joys they connected me with Bali and we had a wonderful reunion in our hearts.

The lastest update is that Bali was fed after I left and more antibiotics were given and he was vaccinated against rabies and wore the symbolic orange coloured collar - but sadly nothing has been seen of him for weeks now

Here's Bali below, so much fatter since eating three good meals a day for 10 days and his sores are healing beautifully.

I Love Him. xxxx