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My Angels & Guides
by Phylameana lila Désy
Running Elk
"Running Elk" is my Native American guide. She is truly a guide, serving
as my "Visual Sense" or "Third Eye" Opening. She helps me cross over into
other dimensions. You might say she is my interpreter in a foreign land.
She first appeared to me as a young Indian girl (approx. 16-18 yrs of
age) in braids wearing a dress made of animal hide. She was carrying a
basket full of "healing herbs". Checking with the Akashic Records, I discovered
we had spent an Indian life together. She chose to appear to me as she
looked at that time. I was an aging medicine man who lived in a tipi on
the outskirts of the camp during my remaining days, it was Running Elk
who brought me food, water, and she tenderly cared for me until my death.
Paulbe
"Paulbe" became a very important part of my life several years ago. When
I asked him to give me his name, he showed me the image of the Paul Bunyan
storybook character...this made me laugh out loud because of his small
stature. I called him "Paulbe" (Paul B.) after that. We had a very close
relationship for a very longtime. He told me that he had been with me
since birth. Last summer, Paulbe transitioned out of my life. I believe
he was considering "incarnating" once again to the Earth Plane, but I
have not been given definite information in his regard. I went through
a grieving period when he left me, but am now stronger. I hold on to our
past association as fond memory.
Rachael
Rachael is my "Guardian Angel". She has been with me since birth, and
will remain with me throughout this lifetime. Shes carries the vibrations
of Aquarius and Gemini astrological signs....which means she is a real
hoot! Her first appearance to me showed her chomping on a big wad of chewing
gum. Her hair is a flaming orange -red and is in constant disarray. She
wears dangly earrings (her favorites are "earth globes"), her toenails
are always beautifully manicured and normally painted in bright orange
. Orange is her favorite color BTW. She is always trying to bring Orange
into my life. Orange is also the color of the 2nd or Sexual Chakra. In
essence she is my "creative nature" She is quite fearless! I have not
seen her "wings" as yet. She assures me she has them. "I keep forgetting
to pick them up from the cleaners" so she says.
Rohene
"Rohene" is actually a "collective energy" that became available to me
when I began doing Reiki
Healings and Chakra
Cleansings. Depending on the circumstances in each healing session
that I become involved in, one or more present themselves to help in the
process.
Spirit painting by Selene of my animal
totems and "Running Elk"
Excerpts from Phyl's Journal
Paulbe's First Appearance & First Visit to the
Akashic Library Entrance
Opening Meditation:
Quieting my center, I relax my physical being through a learned breathing
technique.. As I allow my eyes to close slowly, I begin to take several
deep intakes of breath followed by slow deliberate exhales. A feeling
of heaviness and numbness beginning at my toes graduates its way up to
my throat. My head feels as if it is swaying upon a seemingly lifeless
form, as if there has been a separation of the two. I am no longer my
body. This sensation is odd, I must say it is "uplifting" in a strange
sort of way. My meditation leads me to a colorful visual awareness. A
feeling of contentment and warmth overcomes me, as I discover myself seated
on an old fashioned yard glider. Allowing my third-eye to open wider and
become slightly less blurred, my visual experience expands further. I
find my sights focusing outward past a grassy green clearing to a simple
wooden walking bridge arched over small pond. Feeling myself being gently
pulled out of the comfortable glider I now find myself standing upon this
bridge. I lower my body and lay stretched out belly down upon it. Dangling
my arm loosely through the wooden slats I allow my fingers to linger in
the cool reflecting waters. Several alluring multi-colored goldfish are
swimming in the blue-green waters. They are moving so slowly it conveys
a breathless stillness beneath me. As I view the scenic area across the
waters, my eyes blink twice in delight as I realize there is a beautiful
black swan floating on the pond among the waterlilies. Again, I find myself
in motion, walking forward over the bridge to a large boulder on the opposite
side. Pausing to rest, I lean against some rocks that form a private alcove.
Sensing a presence, I wonder who is near just as I feel a warm breath
upon the back of my neck. Turning my head slightly to the right I see
the form of a man sitting beside me. He reaches out to me and caresses
my hand. He is a small framed man with a beard and mustache, dressed in
comfortable cotton clothing, a wrinkled white shirt and white pants. Upon
his feet are a pair of well worn leather sandals. His skin is translucent,
his hair dark brown and shoulder length. His eyes, deeper blue than any
ocean, penetrates my essence. This familiar stranger, gently takes my
hand. I have no fear as he leads me back across my bridge. Discovering
an obviously well traveled pathway along the pond I had not seen before,
we walk together hand in hand along this path. Being here with this man
makes me feels so very safe and warm. Walking past the pond, leaving the
magnificent black swan floating in the distance we enter a meadow filled
with wild flowers in dazzling display. Yards of white daisies with butter
bellies and purple cone flowers.....brilliant orange butterfly weed budding
amidst the tall grasses. A lioness approaches and I instinctively reach
out and greet her. A booming laughter escapes my companion's mouth as
I give this enormous cat a full body hug. The big cat walks a short distance
away from us stretching out lazily, napping in the sunlight. The man rolls
out a rattan mat among nature's glorious plants, crawl bugs and butterflies.
Together side by side, hand in hand, for what seems like hours, we look
up into the skies. I eventually become aware of my hands resting in my
lap, and I promptly awaken from meditation. Wow...... that was great,
what a burst of energy, what a beautiful day it is. Yes!
That was my first introduction to Paulbe. For the next several days and
for a continued time I anticipated my meditation periods. I wanted to
find out more information concerning this man. Who was he and what knowledge
will he will reveal to me? Each day it becomes easier and easier for me
to slip into my meditative state. I continued to return to my special
place hoping to find him there. I would spend a few minutes each day in
mediation, but it was several days before Paulbe puts in a second appearance.
I learned patience during these sessions and come to accept my quiet time
alone there. I eventually expanded my visualizations to include a small
garden that was tended to a perfection. I would sit upon a stone bench
that I conveniently mentally placed there. Early each morning I would
visit my quiet ever-expanding space.
More Meditations:
This morning I find myself running through the meadow, the sun warming
my face. Glancing down from the glowing sunlight I discover I have come
to the meadows edge. Ducking quickly into the wooded area, the trees offer
me a shady respite from the heat of the day. As I'm walking along a rocky
pathway a babbling brook manifests itself. I breathe in the smells and
absorb the sounds of this mountainous area. How grand it all is! Familiar
footsteps on the walkway lure me upward along the path. In anticipation,
I hasten my footsteps and sorrily snag my ankle along the trail on a wayward
limb. Stopping to catch my breath, I lean against a fallen tree, rubbing
my sore leg. Looking downward at the distance I have traveled I am amazed
at how far I have come. Nonetheless, I feel determined to climb to the
top of the mountain this day. Stiffening my jaw I gather up a deep breath
from my lower chakras, and look up. Happiness overcomes me as I see my
friend, the white clad man appearing from around the upcoming bend in
the path. He jaunts down to join me. We smile at one another. Putting
his arm about my shoulders, he lures me forward with a gentle tug. His
touch re-energizes me and I discover myself being uplifted and actually
floating up to the top of the mountain with ease. Standing arm in arm
at the top of the mountain together we view my private world below....
the beautiful stretching meadow, the small flower garden, the arched bridge
over the gleaming pond. Squinting, I try to locate the black swan and
her lioness friend. Full of questions, I turn to this man, searching for
his responses within his intriguing blue eyes. Here are his words to me.
"Dear Phylameana, please realize that the black swan and friendly lioness
represent characteristics of yourself. The swan reflects your personal
distinctive beauty. Don't allow yourself to think of yourself as peculiar
and isolated from the ideals of others. Meditate on the black swan floating
in the distant cool pool waters of your private space. You are neither
strange or isolated from others. Your splendid uniqueness and gracious
poise sets you apart from others. You are not alone, only separate. The
tawny lioness possesses your laughing eyes and good humored nature. The
lioness signifies great prowess and keen insight. You are the gardener
who nurtures and weeds the garden you enjoy. A gardener that tends the
flowers with such loving care." A blanket of warm emotion rushed over
me as I comprehended such truth. Turning from the strange man's probing
face, I stare confidently outward and upward toward the skies. A widening
streak of light the color of orange fire hurls a beaming walkway into
the atmosphere. Stepping onto the burning bright orange-colored passage
we journey together toward an oval object. A door opens and we slide our
bodies gently into the egg shaped form much like we would seat ourselves
into a booth at a restaurant. A small revolving disk the diameter of a
large dinner plate protrudes from a metal shaft bolted to the center of
the chamber floor. The man straddles this disk that serves as a steering
instrument for this unearthly vehicle and commands a direction. The forest
green and violet decor emits a feeling of restfulness. There is a feeling
of safety being enclosed in this small compartment.A goblet miraculously
appears in the cupping of my hand. Bringing the fruity flavored liquid
to my lips, it is seemingly refreshing and delicious. The man mentally
talks to me about himself. He instructs me as to the nature of his visits
.He is one of my guides, his name is Paulbe. Your
communications with your Native American guide,"Running
Elk", has opened the passage way for me to be able to appear to you
now. My purpose is as comforter and protector of you, Phylameana. I will
continue to be with you, for as long as you need me. I am willing to help
you in any way I can on your spiritual journey, although I do have my
limitations. At the temple you will be able to ask any questions you would
like. I will continue to be available in this visual form to aid you in
your development any time you request."
The egg's door opens and we are gently ejected from the vehicle. This
wondrous egg floats away escaping from my view. Stretching my arms upward
and outward I am in awe as I look at the looming grand building of myriad
dimensions before me. White and gray marble steps lead to towering double
doors of inlaid gold and sparking gemstones. My wondrous world fades while
a faint numbing feeling lessens over my body. Audibly I hear Paulbe
saying "Sing, Phylameana, Sing!" Opening my eyes, I come into physical
awareness. I am wide awake and back in my body.
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