Well, Black Hawk, my dear friend in Spirit, has caught my attention. This morning, I noticed a large hawk perched on top of a bale of hay just across the road in the field that had been so thoroughly thrashed three days ago. Black Hawk lets me know he has something to say by making such kinds of appearances. He’s wanting to teach a lesson. Actually, he’s completing the lesson that started and was recorded in my earlier this week blog post titled “Field.” Without further ado, here's what he has to say:
Humans have cycled through many lifetimes, not all of which have ended gently and kindly. The violence you witnessed while watching the take down of the tall grasses has happened far too often for your species, too. The carnage was thoroughly removed by the collective of vultures, the murder of crows, the golden eagle and others. For two days the grass lay strewn about the field, drying and baking in the sun. Yesterday the grass was bundled up into large, round, firmly and neatly packed bales of hay. The good news is that the earthly bodies of the creatures who were killed were not part of the packaging. That’s a good thing. Imagine how rancid and rank the hay bales would smell if their remains remained. Memory of their deaths, though, lingers in the molecular structure of the hay.
Please, now, jump forward to understand that each of you has transported memories of a similar nature through lifetimes. These memories, including odors and sensations, grief, shame, angers and deep sadnesses, are part of your longitudinal soul memory. It is this kind of memory that I wish to speak to today. The call is strong and urgent for humans to clear the detritus of trauma from your bodies. From your physical, emotional, mental and spiritual bodies. This is a necessary task. The goal going forward is to enter into the new world that is unfolding without all the baggage from prior lifetimes. The task is reasonable, and quite actualizable. Find the approach that appeals to you to get this vital work accomplished. Become tightly wound squeaky clean bales of hay that roll right on into the new world you and we are creating! Of course, you will unroll when you arrive!
And now, you know the rest of the story.
Your ever-loving Black Hawk
© Barbara J. Woolley, Messenger, Friday, August 23, 2024. If you share this post, please do so in its entirety. If you would like to subscribe to my email list and blogs, you can sign up by accessing my website, www.loveworksmiracles.org.
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