Meeting With Celestial Parents.

 

An Akashic Construct Practitioner contributes – March 4, 2008.

I went into my Akashic workshop, and instead of waiting for my elevator to rise, I went upstairs, and to my surprise, there was a new door that I hadn’t seen before. Opening it, I proceeded up more stairs to the attic. It was dark, dirty, disheveled, dusty, and covered in cobwebs.

An old, haggard woman appeared and an unkempt baby was hiding in the shadows. I realized immediately that they were me! They were my ‘infant self,’ who had not been well cared for, and my ‘elderly self,’ fearful and alone. I coaxed both of them down to my clinic. My clinic physicians immediately went to work. I began to gently sponge off their grimy skins. Then I laid down on a bed between them, giving transfusions to both of them.

We finished in the clinic, and went back to the attic to clean up. Both my other selves were healthy now, but still afraid to return there. I walked into the room, and with a wave of my hand a large window appeared in the dark wall, letting in the sunlight. The walls became a purple color. The broken furniture became unsoiled, puffy, and comfortable. I held the baby aloft and told her how beautiful she was.

Unexpectedly there was a knock on the door. Christ Michael, entered smiling. Nebadonia was behind him. It was like my Parents happened to be in the neighborhood, and decided to drop in. They were both very pleased at what I had done here, and They were going to take over now.

Nebadonia took my infant self, kissed her, and held her close. Michael put his arm around my elderly self, and said that she needn’t feel alone. He said, “You are going to have many visitors.” I could feel the love pouring into them. Machiventa came to the door. I greeted him and thanked him for all that he has done for us mortals. He began talking to my elderly self.

I walked to the door with Christ Michael, as he was going to take me on a journey. I stopped and marveled at how wonderfully happy my other selves now were. We were just rising into space when the phone rang. I thanked them all and answered it. I am so grateful for the chance to heal my old wounds and move on from them while still in this mortal existence.

George notes: This adventure somehow reminds me of one of the early Akashic Construct experiences:

© 11:11 Progress Group.
Toujours au Service de Michael.

11:11 Angels