I sit in meditation every evening and have been doing so for the last three or four years. Since I now qualify for a senior discount most places, this is relatively new behavior for me. What made me at this somewhat ripe age decide to go within and do so with persistence and regularity? Let me tell you a story. . I’ll make it brief. .
In 2008, after one more failed attempt to make things work out despite all odds. . . this time a business venture poorly planned. . . and poorly timed, resulting in the loss of virtually all of my savings, I sat down at my kitchen table completely defeated. You see, I had bottomed out before. The first time, in 1993, it was due to drugs and alcohol. That time, I got clean and sober with the help of a Higher Power and a 12 Step recovery program.
In 2003, precipitated by a divorce, I suffered what I now know was a dark night of the soul out of which came my beautiful connection with the Angelic Realm and Ascended Masters.
So it was in 2008 that I recognized the feelings of complete overwhelming desperation. As I had learned, however, in 1993, desperation, for a person like me, can be a gift because it forces me, finally, to look at me. All my life I had run from that very thing. Although the 12 Step recovery model requires a certain amount of inventory taking, apparently I had more work to do. So began my nightly sojourns with the Angels and with Metatron.
What I found were gentle teachers and healers. Not at all what I expected. No judgment. No shame, no blame. Not too long into my meditations I was introduced to my primary Guide; and I learned He had been with me since birth. He is the Archangel Metatron. Others describe Him in various ways. . I call Him God in action. . . He sits on the right hand of God . . . loves unconditionally. . .has an absolutely killer sense of humor and will call me on it whenever my ego or my pride gets in the way . . .
Metatron does not appear to me as He does to many in full ‘gear,’ so to speak, although I have certainly seen him fully adorned in all of His Heavenly headdress and robes. I see Him informally, I guess, as a working Angel and also as a Golden Sphere with concentric oval rings circling the sphere. (similar to the Planet Saturn)
In early 2010, I had already been working with Metatron for several months. I also began to experience a new feminine presence. Then, I injured my left leg due to what I initially thought was over-exertion while moving furniture. While I had had visions prior to this, they intensified dramatically as my leg seemed to keep me increasingly homebound. One day all of the muscles in my leg would seem to have ‘charley horses;’ the next day, my hip would hurt; I could no longer go up and down steps except one at a time. For a person living alone and used to doing for themselves, I was frustrated and beside myself.
When I asked Metatron and the other Angels about my leg, I got virtually nothing which translated means ‘you are not meant to know at this time.’ What this told me was that they were behind it; and that it was meant to do exactly what it was doing and that was to keep me in my chair. . . I was ready to literally chew bullets . . .
One night, several months into this sitting and listening, I once again asked Metatron “When is my leg going to get better?” Now, let me tell you that, at this juncture, I was convinced I needed a hip replacement. (which I don’t and never did). I next thing I saw was a hip being maneuvered from up above down toward me so I thought, “ Eureka, I’m getting psychic surgery. He’s heard my prayers . . . He’s going to insert a new energetic hip into mine and I’ll be good to go . . .”
The thing was . . . I saw another hip and then another . . . and another . . .and they all . . get this . . they all have red ribbons attached at the top . . .and they are sort of dancing across my line of vision . . .a line of dancing hips held loosely together with red ribbons . . .so much for my egotistical ideas of psychic surgery! What He did do during this time was to send healing energy into my leg as did many of the other Archangels and Ascended Masters.
Another time, I was equally frustrated about my leg and I said something to Him about ‘seeing the hand of God in this . . .’ ; I suddenly saw this huge hand appear; it was more like Godzilla’s hand. . . or that of a comic book character!
Learning to laugh at my own anger and frustration has not come easily to someone as intense as me. Nor has it been easy to sit in the pain of self discovery . . . but it has been in those times when the veil of illusion has been torn away. . and I can finally see my truth. . that it all becomes worth it. And, it is at these moments when Metatron sends flowers my way: sometimes full bouquets of energetic flowers, sometimes a single bloom . . . His way of showing me I’m on the right path . . .
So, that’s my story . . . the healing of my leg accelerated on 11-11-11; and I’m seeing continued improvement this year. The feminine presence I mentioned, of course, is Mary Magdalen about whom I write frequently. From the vantage point of almost two years later, I see the value of being forced to sit with both Metatron and Mary Magdalen for all of that time. Both have given me incredible amounts of information to be passed on. I could have missed it all if I had not simply listened.
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