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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10.29.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle at 1:02 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
I completed a session about an hour ago that resonated with the theme which has been continuous for the last several years, becoming stronger and with greater frequency more recently – lifting the vibration of inequality. “All Have a Voice” was the affirmation or mantra towards the end of today’s session. As with each individual Breath of Light session, the intentional theme for this client had unique origins within her, within her being, within the scope of her experiiences and application, yet are also part of the larger theme moving through our history as humans on Earth at the present time. Lifting the perceptions that others have greater power, of control, domination, inherent helplessness, that things happen TO us rather than we are the creators and manifesters of our lives. As this client had awareness of, and had been in the past working towards the greater acceptance and active responsitbility knowing her thoughts create, she had also been aware that her emotions and views along these lines had recently taken a back slide into things happening TO her, or TO others. In the session, also, was the balancing of greater awareness the strength of her own, and everyone’s spiritual body, spiritual Light as being unaffected by the perception of lack, or poverty, or influenced by others. The quivering vibration of fear dispersed and released throughout her muscles and depth within her. All parts of her being were being illuminated to let, with complete acceptance, that which had been comprised of these heavier, or more dense thoughts/energy, to rise up through the layers of her being for release. At the conclusion of the session she stated she was feeling very positive. Her radiant core energy had a spherical rainbow emitting the spectrum of Light in all directions from within her, being in unity with all life surrounding her. Allowing the third dimensional reality to balance with the spiritual Oneness and unity. To “right” the imbalance into the strong inner knowing that we are all equal, the physical world does not truly affect our spirit, our Higher Selves!Thank you Universal Light.
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09.26.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Observations at 5:06 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
A short, rapidly responding beautiful session with a three year old boy today. The little boy’s mother’s intention was for her son to be able to feel greater ease and balance with being in his body and the world around him. He had been very active and aware, interested in engaging with objects in the healing space, and was then sitting down on the massage table. During the stating of the prayer at the beginning of the session, my hands were guided to begin to glide over his body in feather like lightness with movements to begin to open and release for him. I also felt moved to let him hold a large heavy rose quartz. He became very quiet and was looking into my face. Immediately the guidance came that what was beginning to lift from his body was his father’s energy, densely quivering, and that this aspect of his father’s energy was what his mother had experienced during pregnancy with the boy, as well as her nervous reaction to the father. As the energy continued it’s flow and release from within the little boy’s heart, under his scapula, his head, legs and arms, it also was shown that his stomach area was releasing as well of his mother’s nervousness towards his father during the pregnancy. He was saying, softly, “yeah, yeah” in agreement that the energy was releasing from his father. All of these energetic observations were confirmed also by his mother. Then I felt a tight, thin plug of energy begin to dislodge from his right ear, and it was told that this was the former energetic bombardment of conflict containing words that he had heard during utero. As that released he noticeably was going through a calming change, and was looking around calmly rather than agitated. His mother shared that the boy’s sister, as well as he, had slightly malformed ears on the right side. He held large cowrie shells to his ears, as I was guided, to balance and cleanse the energy there. We were told to offer the energy to him in visualizing an enhancement of Light entering through his crown chakra and flushing up and out again.
After the concluding prayer, we noticed his manner was much more calm. His mother noticed that his eyes did not dart all over, but stayed on objects longer. Wishing the whole family all the very brightest, blessings to all.
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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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01.09.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle at 11:54 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
The session began over the phone into a time zone two hours away. Mother of the new mother had initiated the session for herself, her daughter, and her new granddaughter. The new mother’s milk ducts had painfully clogged, and she was seriously considering giving up breast feeding, though she did not wish to. Permission was asked to connect in this way with the client’s daughter Higher Self initially. At once I felt a tautness in her breasts which continued backwards into the chest at the heart chakra, it continued down into her solar plexus – mid torso region. We each received the response of Yes- it was alright to work with her. Next I asked to connect with the Higher Self of the infant. Immediately the energy changed. The sensation of floating, a buoyancy, accompanied by a glowing sphere of white, yellow, rose energy at the heart. A lightness and joy was her frequency. It made me laugh and we felt a unity with her spirit.
With these confirmations, the awareness moved into the mother’s energy field. The message was that the constriction, restriction, withdrawing into her body was caused by her sense that she could not keep it all together, she felt herself beginning to lose control of her life, with the new baby, and her young son, her husband. We were to intend to increase the spiritual Light (a glowing blue green, spiritual communication and harmony) illuminating this emotional energetic thought-form creating the compression inwards into her body, and to invite the Light in through the taut and thick weighted layer at her chest initially. We did this by visualizing the Light entering my client’s body as well as the new mother’s. It was a gradual yet quick progression at first for an opening at her heart chakra to be created through this former block. Once the Light was within, it was shared to visualize the bright shaft of it flowing downwards into the rib cage area, and behind the obstruction at the chest itself. I could feel the tight, painful ache of the breasts as if they were my own. Then the message was to invite the light to soothe from the inside outwards with each exhalation. That her emotional feeling about loss of control and not being enough, were soothed with peace, understanding and compassion. At once I sensed the left breast clearing, fascinatingly I could see very thin tributaries of light branch out in a flow into the milk ducts and a relaxation take place. The right breast followed.
As I was sharing this with my client, she excitedly said her daughter had just texted her. She had written could feel a change had taken place and was feeling better.
Soon we moved to the awareness of the new baby girl. A slight shadow of density of her father’s energy popped from her right side instantaneously as the message was given that she in part had come to help her father regain a brighter sense of self. Her Light Being’s beautiful joy continued to make me smile, long after the session’s conclusion. Blessings to all on our journeys of acceptance and growth. May all beings be happy.
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12.29.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Prayers at 9:51 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Surround us with peace, dear Universe, fill us with it. Let peace permeate our being through each breath. In gratitude I pray.
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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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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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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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