04.06.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle at 1:51 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
I had a session today with a young man whose father died when he was very young, who released an energetic imprint of his father’s illness along with a longing for him to still be here, and to be like him. He felt he did not measure up to his father, and as the energy of holding on to him left, an expansion in his own awareness took place. It felt akin to detrimental genetics lifting from him. I could see where his father’s density in his head, the right side of his body, his abdomen and knees, had formerly been held within the client’s body. The energies were being extracted as the client breathed in and out of his ear into the brain and releasing back out, a magnetized sensation especially around the right ear. And the importance of letting go, but also of detaching from wanting to be like his father, whom had wonderful qualities but also died from 2 forms of cancer. As he had wished to be like his father, it negated the truths of who he was as a worthy man, and also held bound within him energetic qualities he would not wish to exhibit – the disease process which his father went through.
The message was also given that this young man is spiritually advanced, the evolved human, coming to earth in his time to assist in teaching the qualities that men and women are equal, that all beings are equal. And that during the process of his life, he has placed himself in situations where great growth for others can occur, but that it had also exposed him to those energies which had then weighed him down.
Emptying then from his heart and throat. Only Highest Light between him and his father, in all directions of time.
Thank you God.
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11.11.10
Posted in Observations at 4:46 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
The healing I experienced from the Lakota sweatlodge on October 30, began as Jeff called to tell me he wanted to lead a healing sweat in my honor. Dear Lynn had seen him at the hot springs, and had told him I was moving through some physical health challenges. I was so touched that the community was reaching out to me in this way, and deeply appreciative. I was still feeling weakened, and prayed for my ability to carry through the whole sweat. Prayers of friends and family lifted me and I felt their strength all around me. I had talked with my beautiful friend Dr. Judith Boice about my concerns and she urged me to let the others know a signal if I had to leave suddenly during the lodge. The early evening walk to the lodge location with sweet friend/guardian Lynn engulfed our senses with the light that
happens when a storm is approaching – luminescent, full gray clouds enhancing the
golden cottonwoods as we wound down the path towards the valley. Jeff and Carlos were there, heating the grandfathers, the rocks, for the sweat, and I met Carlos for the first time. Carlos is a Lakota pipecarrier from Carbondale, an open hearted, gentle man who brought forth a hundred year old buffalo hide for me to sit on in the sweatlodge. He told me not to pray for strength, because I would have it. To pray for balance. More friends gathered, a total of ten, and we prepared ourselves to enter the lodge. As we all took our places, the stones entered the lodge on a pitchfork for Carlos to position in the pit with deer antlers. I set a feather above me in the willows, as Johnna had suggested. I felt the familiar rush of anticipation for the sacred, cleansing heat and deep lung fulls of fragrant steam. I was very grateful. Listening to the ring of voices and hearts expressing all around the circle within the pitch black lodge, it was a comfort and a joy to settle in, even with the uncomfortableness my body was still experiencing. I had trust in all of the spirit helpers, in the Great Spirit’s support. As the rounds continued and the songs were song, as more stones were added to the pit, the heat increased and the lavendar and wild sage scents mingled in our breaths, I began to feel a strong pulling sensation in the kidney/adrenals and gall bladder, like they were being vacuumed from the outside. My solar plexus area felt energy was being extracted as a wide tight turmoil unwound inside. I was happy – I felt strong to be there. Fear was gone. I could feel the energy of friends from Wyoming present, and so grateful for all the love which has accompanied me. The fourth round was a chunupa pipe ceremony, then much water was poured on the stones, and near to the very end, I felt my heart begin to race and asked permission to leave. I crawled out the door and touched my forehead to the ground, in gratitude, soaking wet and quivering. I turned to lay flat on the ground, and Carlos came to my side, praying for me, asking if I was alright. Mitakuye Oyasin – All my relations. I said yes, and as he moved away, I felt sobs welling up out of my body. I cried in the wind and darkness with light rain falling on me. The others soon were coming out from the lodge, and Cindy knelt beside me and hugged me tightly as I cried. We all changed our clothes, the fire was doused with water, and then began the walk back to our vehicles. I felt weightless in some places and dismantled, glad to be moving ahead, and knowing that much was still in motion.
The next day, I was washed out and clean. I was fatigued, but filled also with a renewed vitality, especially in my legs. As the day, and days continued, I knew the weakness within my body, and the fear that accompanied it, was gone. The sweatlodge had been a turning point for me, a shift and a lifting, a rejoining –settling into myself in a renewed way. Thank you, Great spirit, and all of life in motion. Aho.
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10.20.10
Posted in Observations, Translations From the Sky at 5:40 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
My body, moving through an upheaval of the past, last week brought forth a culmination of fatigue and pain and I found myself in the realm of western medicine.
Waves of tears precipitated this. Tears cried while praying an the ancient panel of Tara at the Tara Mandala retreat center in the wilderness near Pagosa Springs, Colorado.
Knowing that even as I did not completely understand what was releasing, who was being cried to or for, she did. I saw many I knew who were moving through all variety of pain, and I prayed for their and my release. I prayed for the completion of life lessons, and in gratitude rejoiced at where our journey into the southwest had taken us. Then, tears were cried at reuniting with my beloved Chaco Canyon ancient sites, written about previously. Past lifetimes welling up there, and weeks later, today, laying on my massage table in Paonia, the significance of another lifetime in the slave time south. As the layers of my past, and our collective pasts, releases from us in these times, the open heart and trust that we are being supported, guided, through these pains and letting go, is a comfort.
The increasing momentum of discharge and release of the illusion of control- on all levels, all forms, may flood from us and thankfully! I feel this is, and have seen it on spiritual level, releasing from clients and globally. We are not tolerating the illusion of bondage, or power over, within our spirits and in our lives. The world is changing and our energy bodies are shrugging off this former human enculturalization.
As encountering the bowels of the hospital and that foreignness to my spirit, I lay nearly floating in trust, on the gurney, awaiting my turn into the ctscan in the hall. Moving in and out of the human and spirit view was fascinating and disconcerting. The third dimensional feel of pain, no matter how illusory, is taxing, though a high threshold of tolerance has seemed to accompany me.
I have found in this week that amazing dreams, and conscious guidance is re-strengthening me in ways yet being created. The release of the past readying us for the evolution ahead. Where my thoughts would travel would create a sense of healing, or a sense of diminishment, of defeat. Knowing that for me, the spiritual path serves to strengthen. There is no control over us. We choose, we have chosen, we change, we burst ahead. Nothing deters us.
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09.04.10
Posted in Observations at 10:56 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Feeling the twists and constrictions of hearts moving through difficulties in the last few days. And the vision of being connected to so many hearts moving through challenge, being part of a billowing, fish-net like wave, an uplifting and sinking grid. According to how we each decide to react, the lifting, rising of the connecting hearts, or the entanglement then plummeting weight. I seek to clear all confusion and past constrictions within me so my being is clear. Knowing there are unspoken words and emotions, I pray to open to whatever others need to say, in the Light, knowing we are supported.
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04.24.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle at 8:05 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Her form was filled with Light, and felt tangibly lifted. The peace which had filled the 78 year old woman I shared with you in an earlier post remained. Her second phone session carried this same vibration, yet I could feel in the exquisite lightness a disconnection having taken place from much of the anchoring into this world. It is shared as a completion of the life lessons she had moved through in her remarkable life. Approximately two weeks later, her passage completed fully into the upper world, surrounded with family, even a days old grandchild as she took her last breaths. I felt her visit me with a swooping euphoria I had also experienced during my own mothers’ transition. Joyously free and in motion all around me, her presence made me smile and lift in united oneness with her experience. In gratitude for knowing this amazing woman. Blessings to all.
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