11.12.11
Posted in Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 8:58 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
There is nothing between you and the divine world. Without a fragment of doubt, witness your being within the Light of which you are made. It shines through you as translucent incandescence and the web of patterning which is your physical form glows as lit by candlelight. In truth you increase the flame within your heart with simply the acceptance of that Light within you. The Light dissolves the patterning of the past in waves and the softening paradoxically is the strengthening of your being in wholeness. As constructs of the ego smooth, the fear of a devastating effect should the ego collapse is relieved to be supported by the strength of the truth of who you truly are. Your spirit longs to awaken within you in this way. Rejoice and be glad in it. Allow the self to gradually become accustomed to it’s power. Allow the physical eyes to behold through eyes of spirit.
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03.17.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 8:09 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Guide your attention into your hearts. Draw all thoughts to this place, this refuge. Within your heart is the sacred home for which you all long to protect. It is not outside of you. It is not within the walls of your dwellings, the rooms where you live on the earthly plane. The Heart is. The Heart, with it’s graceful chambers, it’s expansion beyond the body, into All Knowledge, All Time. When you breathe, breathe through the entrance to this home of your heart. With Light and awareness entering here, allow the cleansing and opening of your Heart to take place. Unite with the Earth, with Her center, with her Heart. Breathe with Her, and the Love you exchange will uplift you both. The Earth, in Her breathing cycle, cleanses Herself. This is how it is. Uniting in our Hearts, we connect, cleansing, releasing, uplifting. Allowing the extraneous to fall away, we strengthen that which is the dearest.
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02.04.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle, Prayers at 8:10 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
A channeled group event 4 years and 3 months ago came strongly jolting into my mind
tonight. Here is the remembrance of our collective vision and focus that evening.
Of the Light which swept through Albany, Wyoming 10/6/06 there are words worth repeating, images to be seen with the minds’ eyes of many others — powerful images of the future days of Peace. We were asked to hold these images in our hearts and speak to others about them so the swell of this vision will vibrate in stronger strength and assist in realizing it’s blessed time. We were told that our hearts came together to assist in bringing Love into the space, to dissolve fear. I was taken to a place, in the Middle East, and the vision began as such: to the best of my memory and I am now being assisted. Thank you. By focusing our Heart Breath of Light together, the image came of the strength of those working on the planet, and those working above it, causing a magnetic force of Love to wrench into the Universe all weapons of war, out of the hands of those who held them. And the men were filled with wonder. At the realization of their empty hands, and now open hearts, they looked across at those whom they had been fighting, and with the clarity that comes from the eradication of fear, they recognized, across the borderlines, the eyes who looked back at them were their brothers, were their friends, friends they had not recognized in long long times past. And with this realization they rushed forward to greet, to shake hands, to embrace. And as they embraced one man they knew, they looked beyond that man, and saw behind him, another, and yet another friend of long ago. Until the war had turned into a huge celebration, all along the border lines of all of the countries, with the joy reaching into homes which had been shut, and those doors opened, and families came out, and began too, of recognizing friends from lifetimes ago. This joy spread across and around the globe, nuclear submarines rose from the depths and those within wished to emerge on their decks, to make peace with those they had been watching to bomb. The joy in all of the peoples hearts all around the world caused a healing for the planet Herself, and droughts which had been raging, soothed as through the Earth hurricanes subsided, and grace filled the very rock and soils and waters. And the animals of all the species joined in, so the vibration and streams of Light wove around the Earth and She was healed. It will happen. You all will see it. Put forth the joy into the center of the circle and allow the vision to spread.
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12.02.10
Posted in Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 3:19 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
We are alive in a time when all possibilities throng to be manifested. The choice is ours to determine our fate. Strip the mind from it’s clinging to the past response to situational drama and cleanly step forward in motion. Release longing. There is no pain save in the mind. Our desires are directly guided into completed goals, as we let them be created. No blocks, no fences, no doors! Illusory are all. Let the gifts in your imagination proceed into joyful conclusion! We are One with Joy.
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10.12.10
Posted in Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 10:33 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
I want to share with you this story which tumbled unknown out of me, these series of events in my life which began in 2006. There is much more of the story I will continue to post.
The remarkable memoirs of a young Mexican girl healer Esita and a woman initially called Grandmother Mockingbird were passed on to Margaret through a series of channeled writings where they spoke to her via the computer. The writers were present in Margaret’s life for a time before she was able to regard their presence as one that wished to deepen into a life story. In retrospect, the cravings for cooking many Mexican dishes, decorating her rooms with Mexican touches, attending Day of the Dead celebrations, and being drawn again and again to other writers of Mexican descent is quite amusing, as incessantly they “upped the volume” of their entrance into Margaret’s life. As the story lengthened, it became evident the writers were from old Mexico, and in a geographical area by the Pacific coast. Descriptions of life during these times lead Margaret to believe Esita lived in the 1800’s. As her abilities became known through her life story, it is Margaret’s belief she is channeling Saint Teresita of Cabora. The visitation of these beloved characters became like receiving old friends into her home, where they continue to visit at tantalizing intervals, letting more and more of the magic of Esita’s life into view. Sit back with a glass of horchata and let the rich tale unfold into your life!
I could feel the breath of draught horses. It was here they told me I could truly begin to see, how the horses spoke to me was a wonderment only a child could fathom. Voiceless nuttering, guzzling winter air and huffing out puffs of white, I would sit at their knees and breathe in their warmth-billowing off broad bellies like waves of sun. The dip and sway of the waves, the horses told me, this was the terrible mystery they had to endure o’er the passage which lasted for months upon deep waters, and then finally when the light of day swung upon them and their legs were given the freedom to walk, it was as if these gifts were too large to be taken by them, yet dreamt of and longed for with more and more fervor over passing nights aboard ship. The gleam of grass and feel of earth beneath them once more, this they soon accepted, and the pace which life burns from within all was accompanied by neighs and whinnies, and tossings of heads and the restless hearts set upon new land.
The worth of such tales upon uttering into my grandparents ears drew smiles, and warm hugs drawing close to their rough garments, with smells of roast chilies and speckled brown tortillas made over round grates handed to me with fresh butter and cinnamon sugar. We too had a cow and she told me of sandstorms, and wanderings far beyond where she wanted to go. She told of birthing and nursing her young ones who grew strong, then she heard the screams of them dying and wanting her, of wanting to be at her side, as I was, knobby kneed and hollow as a sieve of heaven, my grandmother told me, to hear such things and be so blessed. She said I was the wide sky and could not be contained. She said all the power the Holy Father sent us came through me too, unbidden and grand and terrifying in its strength. She told me these things and I believed, for they seemed true. I saw the place in the sky at night where the star would fall, and it then did, streaking through the black as I stood on the ground, moving beneath me. I felt the day the baby would be born and would hear her cries- messages sent by the angels for her parents to hear as she entered the world. I would tell the parents these things, and could see them glow with golden light as they heard them, and then went out, and changed their crops that year, and grew more corn than beans, and how the corn flourished and they sold some and bought more clothes, more pots and pans for their pueblo. I taught my brothers to see things too, and we became known as very lucky, the seers who gave great gifts to all our people.
It was not as it was later written. I did not weep and wail and scratch and scream as God spoke through me. I was as calm as water knowing which way it is to flow. The funnel opened on the top of my head and grew warm and I felt as if I would burn from the love running through me. He is love! I said, he does not cause harm and he wishes you only the best. You choose to suffer and it need not be this way, my children, is what He told me, and those who chose to believe, they grew lighter and more light passed through them as well. He speaks through fishes as well as the priests, I said, He loves you though you may be a poor old broken down man living in the smallest hut on earth.
But this is a long tale and to do it justice, my grandmother says, it is she who must talk awhile, tell what she knows, what she remembers from that time, as she lived beyond me in the end. I suffered not, and she says to me now, retelling her tale up in heaven as we float side by side, she neither suffered nor wept when I left, as filled with holy Light as I was and with the flight of my body that many were to witness how could she?
Now girl, don’t put the cart before the horse! I can tell a good story and I want to do this one right. It deserves to be remembered as it was, as it happened, what got told later, you know, put the truth wrong. You wasn’t no devil, and by God you were a saint if I ever could swear to it. This girl, this little girl, with her fine brown hair and big brown eyes all fringed around like a grand shawl with black eyelashes that could comb the anger out of any hombre, the fear out of any woman. Her skin so fine and soft you could feel the Lord workin through her. You wouldn’t a knowed she wasn’t no more than eleven when you sat with her, when she talked to you, after it happened, you know.
What size it was doesn’t matter, not a whit, because when it was held and blowed on it shrunk back to normal and that’s all there is to it. He breathed through her, see? comprendo? I know there were some who said, well whose breath is it, like it was a demon blowing that sweet air through my Esita. You could tell by what happened when she did! It’s God who causes miracles to happen, and this beautiful little flute he sung through was a gift for all our people. So be it.
I don’t know if you ever forget, first kiss, first baby, yes yes yes. Do you remember the first meal you fixed your lover, the way you wanted everything to be perfect, the chicken, piled high and golden and fragrant with chili and spice, the sauces filled to the brim in each bowl, rubbed hard to shine in the lantern light on the table. The fruit, picked with no bruise, no blemish to touch his beautiful lips or be chewed by his white teeth. The bread, just like your mother taught you, light and round and puffed like a cloud. This you want and more, when you found your self in her presence. Not in a way that made her seem inhuman, but in a way that you gave an extra cushion if she was to sit on the floor to administer to the people. You would bring her a basket of sweet fruit, her favorite raspberries if you could find them, or boiled eggs that were peeled and rolled in lime juice and chili salt. Or a pretty scarf, in hopes you would see her later with it tied around her head, something you touched so close to that holy child with the innocence of a lamb and the gaze of the All Seeing.
When she walked through the village you would know. Men who had been fighting, would stop when they saw her, shrugging at sworn enemies, smile, hands thrusting forward in truce, then laughing and clapping each other on the back as remembered comrades. It was beautiful to watch, I tell you, and watch I did, sitting on the step peeling yuccas, or stripping corn kernels from their cobs, or feeding the chickens. I saw plenty of time babies stop their crying when a cool small hand was placed on their mama’s hearts, so weary for lack of love and work and only the babies had strength to tell the world about it. But she knew. She knew and she loved, and the senoras could walk on, smiling, their shoulders straighter, more gump to their step. They would shift the gurgling baby to the other hip, push their hair back from their face with fingers like plows, lick and press their lips together to make them red, and breathe a deeper breath of remembered love, of love to come, and it gave them hope, this small hand of a child, flowing with the love of Jesu.
more to come…
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06.26.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 7:15 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
In an exquisitely detailed session today, June 26, full moon, lunar eclipse, amazing images were detailed. The Earth was shown with Her crown and root chakras as huge, huge funnels, filled with rose colored light, nearly meeting in the center of the earth around the equator. The tilt of the earth was to the right. Images of the animal kingdom, largely primates, all different types of monkeys, were shown, with clear, strong, uniform bright white golden hearts- without density within their chakra systems as humans. The message about the animal kingdom was that each being within it, part of the earth energy and matrix, are all connected in unison already. Then birds, from tiny to large, within the part of the atmosphere they fly in–close to earth or higher above it-all keeping their light flowing and A Part of the grid surrounding the earth. This portion of the vision offered was absolutely incredible, and also strengthening to our hearts as I shared it with my client. The messages came of All Chakras everywhere releasing the energetic burdens of human history, primarily from the root chakra, the sacral chakra, and the mind. Immense perspective view of dense smoke or thunderhead cloud like energy pouring from people were shown. Much left my client’s throat chakra/neck, and her entire mid section. The presence of both Quan Yin and Mother Mary also were a part of this time. As that awareness was prominent, the message was that EACH person, even those, at the moment of the message, who were in the midst of killing another person or causing harm–are being uniformly and evenly loved- that the times of duality and perception of separateness are over. Then the awareness was given of image of many pyramids, which turned into crystalline structures. The message was offered that the image being viewed was the ascended Mayan kingdom, the spiritual home of those of human Mayan times. The structures glowed from within with brilliance. Then the wide, wide, swath of arcing light moving through the atmosphere towards earth to the physical ruins of that culture, of Mexico, then with a fluid irridescent force including the Gulf of Mexico. Of light healing flowing from this realm into the earth taking place. The image then also included again the presence of the animal essence as clear and whole and strong. I do not typically, or rarely ever, record the sessions, yet this time was one where I wished that I had. This is what I recall. It offered the awareness in striking way that all is truly well. Our work adds into the amazing reality that the movement of the Universe, of Spirit, of Creator, of God, Pachamama, One Source Light is on track and good. Honoring all that, I am in deep gratitude, and thanking my Higher Self, for what I am guided to do. Knowing you each do the same.
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06.07.10
Posted in Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 9:47 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Now is the time for each of you to radiate in knowing that all upon the earth is in perfection. As the thoughts intended thusly rise in unison into this completed goal, the Earth herself and all actions taking place on it in the completing history will vibrate with that frequency of wholeness. Lament not in what appears to have significantly less than desired outcomes planetarily, but each with your love move into those scenarios with strength of vision- all is in perfection. The strife has ceased, the waters are pure, the simulated sense of doing so now augmented with your Intentional Love. The awakened heart sees thusly, regardless of circumstance, does it not? Allow that deep knowing that from whence brought forth the Initial Desire of Love, has opportunity to manifest through the heartts of ALL creation! Do you fathom the Joy then coming as ALL radiate with the realization ?? We have met this time with the very breath taken as we arose this morning. Breathe again, with the deep awareness of the multitude of songs singing through you. The source which invited creation sings through all. The Source which sings through all is you, and within each breath taken floats the initial impetus of life as well as all actions since. Allow not fear to be a part of it, for, even in your possible sense of unknowing or bewilderment, YOU have been existing through TIME! Allow the current influx of perceiving disparity and strife to diminish, then, of its hold and perception of size to you.
All is well.
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05.19.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle at 6:22 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Offering a class this evening on the second floor Yoga Tree Studio in Hotchkiss, Colorado, I opened my eyes and lifted my focus out the wall of windows to watch thick arcing waves of rain sweeping through the air in a shimmering wildness. Inside, the class lay serenely, breathing in the guided patterns and expansive thought, releasing the past in peace.
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02.26.10
Posted in Translations From the Sky at 5:15 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Threshold Hopi Soul Song
(Kopavi “the door on top of the head”
Tunatyava “comes true, being hoped for”)
dear Great Spirit, your gifts
to me are so many,
when I look at them and think of them
they multiply
and expand farther and farther afield
until my gifts from you encompass the sky
and everything underneath it
thank you
my hands are open to the sky
I pray that the door on the top of my head
is always inviting to you,
so you will walk inside me, and join me
at the hearth of my heart,
at the seat of my self,
in the cradle of my womb,
at the base of my body where I join the Earth
when I speak it will be you speaking through me,
when I think I will listen to your thoughts
when I breathe the breath is a prayer
of enfolding you into each of my cells, my blood,
and my life becomes the dance
for which you have intended me
tunatyava
from a fluid time in 2000
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02.24.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Translations From the Sky at 4:31 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Traveling through your body ~ as a facilitator in the field of holistic, spiritually and scientifically based energy medicine, I witness what has historically been perceived as two worlds – the “spiritual”, the “scientific” merge into an incredible, graceful complex design.
Join me on this journey through you, through how I perceive healing, and the universe we live in.
Thank you for your company.
Highest Light and Love,
Margaret Gilfoyle
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