We are fast approaching a huge awakening, where by those who have ruled beneath our feet have held us within their grasp of fear and their darkness for thousands of years. WE are now challenging them by the LIGHT, and the banners the TRUTH of who we truly are… We are all now stepping up, speaking out, and becoming our own saviours, as we SEE through this charade of fear, invoking decisions to be taken by those who live in fear of what is being projected out in the world right now, which is meant to divide us even further as Human Beings..
Easter reminds us of Rebirth, of Ascension, and the Glory of God/Source and the Miracles of an emergence out of a sealed tomb, into the Light. We are now emerging from our shadow selves, into the LIGHT of our Pure selves.
This past year has really hit people hard. Anxiety, depression and suicides have reached an all time high. Isolation, fear, loss work and basic rights has taken its toll on our Mental/Emotional health.
Many small businesses like my own are driven to be of service and have moved everything online so that we can continue to help others. Never before has there been such a need for our services and the opportunity to join groups with like minded communities coming together to support each other.
With this in mind we have moved our weekly groups online.
If you would like to connect with a supportive community, work through any issues that may be presenting, relieve the isolation blues and raise your vibration with laughter. Then why not come along and join us?
We gather online every Thursday at 8pm Cyprus ~ 6pm UK time.
This is similar to what I saw but it was laid flatter into the ground so you could see the top and it was Darker in colour, more like Black.
In the last few months I have been having some very strange dreams. Some personal, reflecting on conversations, family issues etc. Some very generalized, some about my hopes and dreams and some quite prophetic.
Last night Loui woke me up at 3am to go toilet and pulled me out of a very strange/scary lucid dream. When I went back to bed 2 hours later I went straight back into it from where I left off.
The Dream.
I was at home unpacking some shopping bags in the kitchen. My home was in my village, not where I am now. I suddenly remembered that I had left Loui in the car which was parked a good ten minutes walk away. (not something I would ever do) The shock as my tummy sank like a stone, I dropped everything and crying my eyes out, started running to go get him.
The first part of the road was clearly in my village, but then as I turned the corner it was somewhere else, a long road with houses either side and tree lined, but still felt like I was in the Village. As I’m running down the road towards where the car was parked, there was this deafening sound and a craft fell to the ground a few meters ahead of me, flattening a house and car. Smoke was coming out of it and the top part was rotating making this whooshing noise and there were 4 blue lights on it that were mesmerizing at they rotated. I stopped in my tracks, shocked at what I just witnessed, People started coming out of their houses screaming. I just stood there with this knowing that at any minute it was going to explode, and my Loui was at the other side of it. All I could think was that he must be Petrified.
In that moment I had to choose, do I try run past the debris and risk getting blown up and not getting to Loui, or, do I double back and go around it?
I turned around and started running back along the road and when I got to the corner I was back on the familiar road in my village and took the back road. That is when I woke up to see to Loui.
Once I woke up, on reflection I realised that even taking the back road around the blast would have wiped out half the village anyways.
I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I made a drink and watched some funny animal videos to try break the energy of the dream as even though I was awake and all my animals were there and safe, I couldn’t shake the feeling and was wondering if anyone was hurt.
Eventually around 5am I decided to try get back to sleep for a couple of hours, and went straight back into it where I left off. I was running along the back road which took me behind the crash site, because the house was flattened it had taken up the middle of both roads. With no other way of getting to Loui I continued on till I came to the car. Loui was barking at the window, petrified but happy to see me.
After calming him down and making sure he hadn’t injured himself, we drove back home taking the longer route so as not to drive past the wreckage.
We got home so we could get my other Dog Storm and my cat Puma. The plan was to grab a sleeping bag and some food and drive somewhere safe. Then as I was gathering stuff together, I heard an almighty explosion, felt the shock wave come through the house, it sent us all flying.
Then I woke up! No Idea if we survived or anything after flying through the air.
It was all so very real, I can still smell the smoke, see the craft and hear the noise.
When we are born with every day we step one day closer to our death. As children we have no concept of death, only life. Each day something new to learn and explore, a new bug in the grass, a new friend made, a new experience. Life is full of firsts.
We feel safe and loved within our family’s bosom (for most) and we are held in that cocoon till our teenage years when hormones and rebellion kicks in as we strive to forge our own path and define our own personalities.
The love bubble of we can no do wrong bursts, as we no longer the apple of our families eyes, turns into the shame stain upon the family name. We, arrogant and stubborn, determined to sail our own ships shove the pain of rejection into the gallows and sail off for adventures new. The first real understanding of death and rebirth.
We set out on our careers, or at least search for one, some driven by money, others by purpose. Here we encounter many trials from asshole boss to peer pressure and self defamation. Thoughts of survival begin to creep in here.
Soon there is a spouse, a child, a home, extended family and stress. The burden of sustainability, responsibility and good health plays on our minds daily. We join a gym, eat healthier, create fun times and try stave the worries from our minds.
Each day a reminder that we are one step closer to the grave but now we have our own family to consider and the loss we leave behind. Death/life intertwined like a tango in our minds.
Our children leave, their own ships to sail. Now we are alone and chase our own dreams that were put to the side long ago. And those heavy bags we left in the gallows surface for us to deal with.
Some days we long for death to take away the pain, others we embrace life with both hands and thank the Goddess we are alive.
Illness sets in, something small at first we brush aside, denying that our days are numbered and that rebel inside says, ‘not yet there’s too much to do and see‘, and captain invincible carrys on as usual, ignoring the signs. Denial sets in.
Our older years sees our friends and family drop like flies, death is now real and we are on the wrong side, life is fading, how long will we last?
We reflect on our lives. The pain, the laughter, the love, the moments. No matter how painful the memories we cling to life, with all its hardships, sadness and loss. We treasure the joys, the simple things, the soul bonds of love, the sunsets the flowers, the pets we loved and lost, the friendships, the kindness, the sea, the mountains, the trees, nature our planet.
Even with a life threatening diagnosis, terminal, means fight harder for this sacred gift of life. How much did we squander dueling with the past?
The questions we ask ~ Why are we born to be taken so fast?, why can’t this life simply last? and When we take that final breath, is it really the end?
Last May I was ready to leave Cyprus and head back to the UK. The plan was to catch the ferry to Greece with my car and drive back, so that Loui does not suffer the same or worse trauma that he did when he came here on the flight, however, the Ferry was cancelled due to the ‘plandemic’.
They claim that it will open this year around May/June time, if it actually does. It stopped running around 10 years ago after the refugee situation got out of hand here. At the moment there are no direct flights to the UK for the dogs, which to be fair is not something I want to do with Loui after last time, but also now he has to be manually toileted every 3/4 hours and the journey with wait times etc will be approximately 10 hours.
On top of all that worry, we now have the threat of ‘Vaccine Passports’, I for one will not be having it, and I must leave before this becomes a thing! When that will be though is unclear, adding to the confusion and urgency to leave.
So why leave and is the UK any better? Here’s the rub. Over here I can not find part time work and not able to work full time because of Louis needs, I do not have anyone to see to him. Even if I found a permanent part time job the wages are 5e an hour, giving me exactly half of what I need to survive each month. I can not claim any benefits due to previous employers not paying in my national insurance, and if I did find someone to take care of Loui my wage would pay theirs lol. I have been ripped off so much over here that is beyond a joke, you all remember the flat video, that is just the tip of the iceberg. Also, due to my high blood pressure the heat in the summer totally debilitates me to the point that I cant even think, let alone function enough to work. However, there are PLUS sides here too. I have some amazing friends who have helped me in so many ways and who I will be forever grateful to. A couple of those have swimming pools that I can dip in any time I need to to stop my head and heart exploding, that is, if I can function enough to drive there. The beach is also only 20 mins away, not that I go because its too hot lol I live in the middle of nowhere in a valley surrounded by countryside, big bonus. And after years of being ignored and brushed aside by Drs in the UK I am finally getting some proper medical help here, though I have to pay for it. The biggest plus is the vet fees here are a third the cost of UK vets, and with Loui needing constant visits (he has to have another operation this week) well, that’s a big chunk of money I wouldn’t be able to cover in the UK.
UK then? Besides the expense of moving back to the UK, when I get there I have nowhere to live. The council will not offer me a house until I have been back 6 months, nor can I claim any benefits for 6 months. Its like history repeating itself, when I went back when mum died with my 6yr old daughter, we were technically homeless (sofa surfing) for two years before we got a house. A dear friend has offered to put us up for two weeks while we isolate but after that, feck knows? It was hard enough with a kid but with two dogs one of which is paralyzed and double incontinent, well I cant blame people for not wanting us to sofa surf. And now the UK is fecked beyond repair with the fear mongering lies that have enslaved a nation!….PLUS sides, my daughter is there and if I am going to be stuck somewhere due to draconian rule, then I would rather be close to my daughter. I have amazing friends in the UK who if not for them having readings/therapy and attending my online groups, I would not have scraped by here so long, for them I am eternally grateful. Regarding the housing situation, I can get a camper van fairly cheap over there, it is something I have always wanted to do anyway, and even if it is only temporary until I get a job etc it is an option providing I can find the money from somewhere. Food, clothing and vehicles are cheaper in the UK. Part time jobs are easier to find and I have friends who will help with Loui.
So this has been my dilemma for the past two years, should I stay or should I go??
All I know is that I can not survive here another 4 years or know how to get me back to the UK and get set up again without a miracle.
2020 the year of chaos, fear, manipulation, control and AWAKENINGS!
The Return of the Light.
Solstice on the 21st this year will bring a natural phenomena that we have not witnessed in 400 years. The great conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter. The union is already visible if you are lucky enough to have a clear night sky, and tomorrow evening at sunset they will be at the closest point at 0.1 degrees apart. These conjunctions happen every 20 years but none as close as this one, observable at least since 1226, and the next one wont be until March 15 2080.
We are living in auspicious times my friends. Forget what is playing out on the world stage right now by its leading puppets, check in with your heart, not your head. The world is awakening, people are rising up like never before and not just your common man but those who are witness first hand too.
Lets take a look at the numbers. 1226 ~ 11 ~ 0.01 ~ 2080 ~ 10 ~ ~11.11
The number 11 is a very powerful number by itself. What is meaningful is that this is seen by many as an indicator of an increasingly powerful ‘call to consciousness’ that is occurring all over our beloved planet. The depth of the 11:11 connection would appear to be synchronized to our level of awareness and understanding of how fundamental the connection that exists between the physical and spiritual worlds is. In Numerology the number 11 is a master number and represents inspiration, illumination, and spiritual enlightenment. 11:11 Gateway or Portal: the doorway between the 3rd dimensional and the 5th dimensional worlds. 11:11 presents you an opportunity to reflect on your spiritual purpose for being here. The number 11 is potent with ~ manifestation powers ~So be sure to pay attention to your thoughts right now, thinking positive thoughts only, especially during this alignment, because it’s quite possible that just through the power of thought alone, you as an individual and us collectively, may create a new reality.
Interestingly, this alignment is associated with the star of David that led the 3 kings to baby Jesus in the bible. Which to me feels like we have come full circle, from a mind control system to a new/old way of being. A rebirth if you will of pre religion into a new age, the Age of Aquarius.
Jupiter and Saturn conjunction 21st December 2020
Gatherings are limited right now so celebrations of Yule may be stunted, but remember, we are all connected so no matter if you spend a few moments on quiet contemplation, around a fire, candle or simply within focusing on Gratitude, Peace, Unity, Health and Happiness. KNOW that a) YOU ARE A CONSCIOUS CREATOR and b) that your prayers/intentions will join the collective field of co creators, and together we WILL bring in the new dawn.
I will be holding fire ceremony and will hold you all in my prayers.
May the light return to your hearts and minds and flood the planet with ENLIGHTENMENT and FAITH in a New PARADIGM of Awakened beings.
On Tuesday we closed the book on the final chapter to the whole Flat saga.
The year before my mum died in 1996 she put a deposit on a flat here in Cyprus, with the intention of coming back the year after to pay most of it off and to move back out here, her homeland. Unfortunately, less than a year later she died and never got to live out her dream.
In her will, she left the flat to my daughter who was 6 years old at the time, so it was left in trust to me until she was 21. The remainder of the mortgage was down to me to pay if I wanted to respect my Mum’s wishes.
Being a single parent in rented accommodation, with no financial help from my ex husband, it was a daunting task, but, I thought it would be a good investment for my daughters future if I could manage it somehow.
After a year or so I decided to rent it out so that the mortgage would be covered at least. So I came back to put it in the Estate Agents etc, then one of the relo’s brought a Cypriot guy he knew, so we signed contracts and he paid me one months rent and one months retainer. My uncle was going to collect the rent and pay the mortgage with it, however, he never collected any rent and after a year of me ringing constantly the guy left and took most of my things with him. A really expensive Chinese rug that my mum bought me, all my Crystal ware that had been gifts over the years on birthdays etc from a family friend plus various other things. My family did nothing! In spite of said uncle working in the court offices!!
This was just the start of nearly 20 years of renters and family from HELL!
Some of you may remember the video I posted earlier this year of the latest atrocity, the flat trashed ‘AGAIN’ I might add. That was the final straw, they left owing 3,500eu in unpaid bills which is now at 4,000 with other stuff I had to pay for too. The police did nothing!
So my daughter decided to sell the flat as neither of us could afford to fix the damages. To be honest I didn’t think anyone would buy it in the state it was in, not just the damages but it was disgustingly dirty, I cleaned it up a bit but without water and electric I couldn’t do it properly, it needed a lot of deep cleaning.
Before lock down she had a young couple interested, the guy was a builder so wasn’t phased by the damage. All was going well, they just needed a bank loan for 5,000 they had the rest. Then lock down happened and the banks stopped all loans. So it fell through.
When we came out of lock down, we were advised to drop the price even further as we were heading for recession. I wasn’t happy about that as it was going below what I spent on it as it was, but my daughter agreed and found a buyer within a couple of weeks.
So, on Tuesday the deeds were transferred and that ended the nightmare, finally!
In spite of the huge loss and excessive pay outs to estate agents, tax offices, etc, I hope that what is left will at least go some way to making my daughters life a little easier. That is after all, all a parent wishes for, for their children, an easier, stress free life than ours.
Is not something you choose, well not completely any-ways. You can be called to service and misuse it for your own selfish gains while portraying saintly hood..we see it all the time in this field, sadly!
But the call to service is nothing you can control, you can ignore it for a while but mostly it bugs the crap out of you like a Mosquito in the night drilling away at your brain till eventually you get up and squish it.
In this case squishing it means, forget trying to sleep even though you have not slept in days, are so tired that even the light in your darkened room hurts your eyes, and saying ‘OK, how can I help?’
Rookie mistakes will include trying to brush it off and sleeping, only to prolong the chance of sleep…or ignore the pull of energy leading you down a certain path and miss an opportunity to help someone/thing or witness some amazing phenomena. Or, completely forget the lyrics to that song that has been going around in your head for 3 days, or that poem, or that wisdom teaching you are meant to share with others, or you will loose the image of that painting, symbol or symbolic art from nature.
When you are truly the hollow bone, dedicated and aware of these subtle/not so subtle nudges, then you take note and act accordingly, straight away (or at least not take 3 days to then lose it)
Being of service is a great gift, an honour and though at times it may feel like the gods are torturing you for some unknown reason, the rewards of heeding the call brings so much peace and healing, expansion and connection, that heeding the call becomes a treasured longing, it fulfils our human need for purpose.
So today I ask you to listen to the inner call, to follow that pull in your solar plexus, take note of the inner imagery and send that healing.
Maria Wind Talker 