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  • I overs.
    I feel more than i have words for.
    Today I know alot of us feel tired, the energy is dense and slow. It's one of those days were you lay in bed all day.
    One of those days where you fall in and out of sleep
    You're up long enough to eat and then retreat right back to the covers to get back to your slumber.
    It's one of those days where we love up on our loved ones because the energy can get a bit to strong.
    Don't frown, it won't be this way for long. - Sekhmet 🔮

    #tarot #spirit #angels #cosmicconsciousness
  • I overs. 
I feel more than i have words for. 
Today I know alot of us feel tired, the energy is dense and slow. It's one of those days were you lay in bed all day. 
One of those days where you fall in and out of sleep 
You're up long enough to eat and then retreat right back to the covers to get back to your slumber. 
It's one of those days where we love up on our loved ones because the energy can get a bit to strong. 
Don't frown, it won't be this way for long. - Sekhmet 🔮

#tarot #spirit #angels #cosmicconsciousness
  •  0  0 17 February, 2019

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  • This time last year...
    I wasn't going to share this initially but so many I feel are eager to know about visitations.

    Pics: cropped and uncropped of the light
    This morning when I woke with blurred eyes, following a day of migraines. I was greeted with a beautiful light formation which illuminated the wall beside my Mothers picture frame, that I keep close even during readings.

    I picked up my mobile and took this photo which revealed more from that light made, the silhouette of my Mother, hairdo and all as she loved the soft perm look.

    Some will say 'ahh Karen you have an overactive imagination" but don't worry, I am very level headed as I don't ever say that every single thing is Spirit intervention.

    But to the skeptics I say this, the time I woke to this light was 2am. A tree covers the most of my window and the blinds were completely down, the room otherwise pitch black except for this glorious illumination. And if it were imaginary please explain how you can photograph an imagination. 🙂

    Thanks Mum, for helping me show others that life lives on beyond tis miserable existence.
    ~Karen🌹
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    #apparition #spirit #visitations #afterlife #Sydney #ghost #spiritlight #mymother #vist #lovedones
  • This time last year...
I wasn't going to share this initially but so many I feel are eager to know about visitations.

Pics: cropped and uncropped of the light
This morning when I woke with blurred eyes, following a day of migraines. I was greeted with a beautiful light formation which illuminated the wall beside my Mothers picture frame, that I keep close even during readings.

I picked up my mobile and took this photo which revealed more from that light made, the silhouette of my Mother, hairdo and all as she loved the soft perm look.

Some will say 'ahh Karen you have an overactive imagination" but don't worry, I am very level headed as I don't ever say that every single thing is Spirit intervention.

But to the skeptics I say this, the time I woke to this light was 2am. A tree covers the most of my window and the blinds were completely down, the room otherwise pitch black except for this glorious illumination. And if it were imaginary please explain how you can photograph an imagination. 🙂

Thanks Mum, for helping me show others that life lives on beyond tis miserable existence.
~Karen🌹
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TheHighPriestessStudio.com
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.
#apparition #spirit #visitations #afterlife #Sydney #ghost #spiritlight #mymother #vist #lovedones
  •  0  0 17 February, 2019
  • Crazy Jess story time...7 years ago I was in an abusive relationship. Not the physical type but mentally and emotionally. Like, he would punch himself in the face and blame me for it, all the while cheating on me and blaming me for that as well. Toxic love. But I wanted so much to make the relationship work. I did spells, I prayed to Aphrodite, anything to level us out, but it was a fucked up mess.
    During a very emotional night, I had a very vivid vision that I'll never forget.
    I was in his parents kitchen, cutting carrots with his mom. I walk through their hallway to the living room where my then-boyfriend was sitting with his dad, 2 children jumping around and 1 playing the piano. I remember a feeling that I can only explain as hollow. You know that feeling when you're passed being sad and just feel numb? That's the only way I can explain that feeling while I was in this little scenario. I was smiling but in my heart I was numb.
    Soon after, a second vision came. It was nothing like the first. I was surrounded by darkness and in this darkness, a tall blonde and blue eyed guy shined his way through the dark to me with open arms. A feeling of relief and peace overwhelmed me. I loved this man even though I didn't know him. He was like the sun, warming me after a long winter.
    There was no story behind this guy, no visions of the future, but I trusted him. I loved his big muscular arms and remember saying that to myself with a chuckle.
    A year passes, I've broken up with my then-boyfriend, I've tried my best to faze him out. I go to this party and loe and behold, this tall blonde is at this party. I wanted nothing but to get to know him. I already knew he was going to be important to me. But even if we were just going to end up friends, I just had to know him.
    Ryan and I have been attached at the hip ever since. Last Saturday, we got engaged and it's the best feeling in the world. I still feel the love and peace I felt in that vision. I am so excited for this new chapter!
    Anyways, welcome to my TED talk 😂 Anyone else had crazy visions of a loved one before you met them!? 😍
  • Crazy Jess story time...7 years ago I was in an abusive relationship. Not the physical type but mentally and emotionally. Like, he would punch himself in the face and blame me for it, all the while cheating on me and blaming me for that as well. Toxic love. But I wanted so much to make the relationship work. I did spells, I prayed to Aphrodite, anything to level us out, but it was a fucked up mess.
During a very emotional night, I had a very vivid vision that I'll never forget. 
I was in his parents kitchen, cutting carrots with his mom. I walk through their hallway to the living room where my then-boyfriend was sitting with his dad, 2 children jumping around and 1 playing the piano. I remember a feeling that I can only explain as hollow. You know that feeling when you're passed being sad and just feel numb? That's the only way I can explain that feeling while I was in this little scenario. I was smiling but in my heart I was numb. 
Soon after, a second vision came. It was nothing like the first. I was surrounded by darkness and in this darkness, a tall blonde and blue eyed guy shined his way through the dark to me with open arms. A feeling of relief and peace overwhelmed me. I loved this man even though I didn't know him. He was like the sun, warming me after a long winter. 
There was no story behind this guy, no visions of the future, but I trusted him. I loved his big muscular arms and remember saying that to myself with a chuckle. 
A year passes, I've broken up with my then-boyfriend, I've tried my best to faze him out. I go to this party and loe and behold, this tall blonde is at this party. I wanted nothing but to get to know him. I already knew he was going to be important to me. But even if we were just going to end up friends, I just had to know him. 
Ryan and I have been attached at the hip ever since. Last Saturday, we got engaged and it's the best feeling in the world. I still feel the love and peace I felt in that vision. I am so excited for this new chapter!
Anyways, welcome to my TED talk 😂 Anyone else had crazy visions of a loved one before you met them!? 😍
  •  2  2 17 February, 2019

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  • The imbibing of alcohol has been a common theme throughout various forms of spiritualism, incarnations of worship and mutations of almost all religious denominations. From the worship and reverence of the ancient Greek deity Dionysus, god of wine and fertility, to the widespread practice of the Eucharist (commonly known as the Holy Communion) as a sacrament in forms of Christianity and Catholicism, alcohol has long been seen as a representation of beings beyond our existence.The Aztecs were well aware of the properties of alcohol – known as octli(now pulque) – and were a necessary component of the worship of the lunar and terrestrial gods, known as Centzon Totochtin. To the ancient Egyptians, wine was an expensive commodity, drunk by those who could afford it – which wasn’t many – and used in burial rights and traditions. The consumption of alcohol in Egypt, which was primarily beer and wine, was most often associated with Osiris, the god of resurrection, as he was the god worshiped the most abundantly. Offerings of alcohol were made to Osiris at times of special events or occasions. The belief that, upon dying, an individual travels to the afterlife (which, by the way, required the consent of the pharaoh), was accompanied by the belief that one would take their possessions with them. Shared by @keepers_of_the_word
    #alcohol #archeology #spirituality #culture #wine #spirit #tincture
    #offering #drink #drank #drinkup
    #cheers #god #deity #spirit
    #invocation #evocation
    #channeling #medium
    #psychic #angelsblood
    #devilsblood #know
    #iam
  • The imbibing of alcohol has been a common theme throughout various forms of spiritualism, incarnations of worship and mutations of almost all religious denominations. From the worship and reverence of the ancient Greek deity Dionysus, god of wine and fertility, to the widespread practice of the Eucharist (commonly known as the Holy Communion) as a sacrament in forms of Christianity and Catholicism, alcohol has long been seen as a representation of beings beyond our existence.The Aztecs were well aware of the properties of alcohol – known as octli(now pulque) – and were a necessary component of the worship of the lunar and terrestrial gods, known as Centzon Totochtin. To the ancient Egyptians, wine was an expensive commodity, drunk by those who could afford it – which wasn’t many – and used in burial rights and traditions. The consumption of alcohol in Egypt, which was primarily beer and wine, was most often associated with Osiris, the god of resurrection, as he was the god worshiped the most abundantly. Offerings of alcohol were made to Osiris at times of special events or occasions. The belief that, upon dying, an individual travels to the afterlife (which, by the way, required the consent of the pharaoh), was accompanied by the belief that one would take their possessions with them. Shared by @keepers_of_the_word 
#alcohol #archeology #spirituality #culture #wine #spirit #tincture 
#offering #drink #drank #drinkup 
#cheers #god #deity #spirit 
#invocation #evocation 
#channeling #medium 
#psychic #angelsblood 
#devilsblood #know 
#iam
  •  7  2 17 February, 2019

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  • So if you ever feel like giving up, read this! There will be many moments in time where people will not always understand the art that you are sharing. You just have to keep sharing yourself to the world and someone is gonna dig it!

    #prince #tikkiguitars #fuckwhattheythink #motivation #spirit
  • So if you ever feel like giving up, read this!  There will be many moments in time where people will not always understand the art that you are sharing. You just have to keep sharing yourself to the world and someone is gonna dig it!

#prince #tikkiguitars #fuckwhattheythink #motivation #spirit
  •  3  1 17 February, 2019
  • I choose PEACE ✌🏾💕
  • I choose PEACE ✌🏾💕
  •  4  1 17 February, 2019

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  • " Plume salvatrice "

    Plume pour écrire, plume pour s'envoler...
    Un mot pris seul est emprisonné par sa définition même mais dès qu'on lui fait rencontrer ses semblables il prend toute liberté d'expression pouvant aller même jusqu'à miroiter métaphoriquement un sens bien loin du sien ! C'est là où réside pour moi toute la beauté de l'écriture, de l'art de manier les mots, de tantôt les faire valser tantôt batailler suivant l'humeur du jour et l'inspiration cosmique. Pour chaque mot que j'ai eu à utiliser j'éprouve un sentiment. Lorsque dans ma journée il y'a eu des évènements marquants, je ne trouve refuge que dans mon sofa, devant ma table d'écriture... Les yeux fermés; une relation s'établit mais je ne force rien, j'aime prendre ma plume ( crayon) et attendre le mot qui vient en premier, le découvrir les yeux pétillant, presque le saluer avant de voir comment il évoluera et quel deuxième mot il séduira afin de faire mon bonheur et me permettre d'apaiser ma charge émotionnelle qu'elle soit positive ou négative.
    Je m'envole alors l'esprit léger; après avoir fait vibrer le crayon sur mon carnet aux feuilles rugueuses et vieillies; sentant qu'enfin ma peine ( en l'occurrence ce soir) ou ma joie arrivent aux confins de l'univers et y trouvent leurs places !
    Me voilà équilibrée après avoir utilisé ma plume salvatrice qui a gravé ce soir et à jamais " vous méritez bien mieux que cette médiocrité, excusez notre globale passivité mais sachez qu'ici et là quelques âmes travaillent pour que le changement soit enfin palpable ! "
  • " Plume salvatrice "

Plume pour écrire, plume pour s'envoler...
Un mot pris seul est emprisonné par sa définition même mais dès qu'on lui fait rencontrer ses semblables il prend toute liberté d'expression pouvant aller même jusqu'à miroiter métaphoriquement un sens bien loin du sien ! C'est là où réside pour moi toute la beauté de l'écriture, de l'art de manier les mots, de tantôt les faire valser tantôt batailler suivant l'humeur du jour et l'inspiration cosmique. Pour chaque mot que j'ai eu à utiliser j'éprouve un sentiment. Lorsque dans ma journée il y'a eu des évènements marquants, je ne trouve refuge que dans mon sofa, devant ma table d'écriture... Les yeux fermés; une relation s'établit mais je ne force rien, j'aime prendre ma plume ( crayon) et attendre le mot qui vient en premier, le découvrir les yeux pétillant, presque le saluer avant de voir comment il évoluera et quel deuxième mot il séduira afin de faire mon bonheur et me permettre d'apaiser ma charge émotionnelle qu'elle soit positive ou négative. 
Je m'envole alors l'esprit léger; après avoir fait vibrer le crayon sur mon carnet aux feuilles rugueuses et vieillies; sentant qu'enfin ma peine ( en l'occurrence ce soir) ou ma joie arrivent aux confins de l'univers et y trouvent leurs places !
Me voilà équilibrée après avoir utilisé ma plume salvatrice qui a gravé ce soir et à jamais " vous méritez bien mieux que cette médiocrité, excusez notre globale passivité mais sachez qu'ici et là quelques âmes travaillent pour que le changement soit enfin palpable ! "
  •  0  1 17 February, 2019
  • Let’s talk about our ego. Our ego = the fear within all of us. It is the “small, separated self.” It tells us things like “that person did something to intentionally hurt me,” “I’m not good enough, smart enough or pretty enough,” “I don’t want to do that because of what people will think of me.” The ego feels judged, it feels lack, it feels little.

    In order to call out the ego’s bullshit, we must #chooselove . Choosing love = remembering to choose the loving thought over the fearful one for the sake of inner peace.
    Inner peace is our heaven on earth.
    Give people the benefit of the doubt. Remember not to take things personally, because... it’s not about you. Give yourself a break. Be kinder to yourself.
    Judging ourselves or others always makes us feel like shit inside. Notice how you feel next time you’re judging. Does it feel good? No. You probably have a nasty look on your face and you’re tensed up in one way or another!

    Worrying about what someone else is thinking or imagining/expecting the worst scenario ALSO makes us feel like shit. We go down a negative internal rabbit hole... and for what? To feel like more shit? Most likely when that scenario wasn’t even the case!
    Choose LOVING thoughts. They make everything better (for you and for your prey). And listen: It’s not about being perfect all the time. (It’s actually impossible to be perfect unless you’re fully enlightened like the Buddha or Jesus). It’s about how quickly you change your thoughts back to love, reminding yourself that the ego/fear is not real. Only love is real.

    The ego is there to keep you down, in the dark, and afraid.
    Call out it’s bullshit! Show it the light!
    Shine bright so that you give others permission to do the same!

    And then when you fail... try again! Choose love. And then choose love again.💫 Xx 💜Kelly

    #highestself #spiritualawareness #spiritualgrowth #innerwork #selflove #personalgrowth #personalawareness #success #abundance #lawofattraction #highestgood #spirit #theuniverse #god #innerguide #intuition #returntolove #beyou #personaljourney #spiritualpath #writer #author #stepintoyourpower #love #light #teacher #meditation
  • Let’s talk about our ego. Our ego = the fear within all of us. It is the “small, separated self.” It tells us things like “that person did something to intentionally hurt me,” “I’m not good enough, smart enough or pretty enough,” “I don’t want to do that because of what people will think of me.” The ego feels judged, it feels lack, it feels little.

In order to call out the ego’s bullshit, we must #chooselove . Choosing love = remembering to choose the loving thought over the fearful one for the sake of inner peace. 
Inner peace is our heaven on earth. 
Give people the benefit of the doubt. Remember not to take things personally, because... it’s not about you. Give yourself a break. Be kinder to yourself. 
Judging ourselves or others always makes us feel like shit inside. Notice how you feel next time you’re judging. Does it feel good? No. You probably have a nasty look on your face and you’re tensed up in one way or another!

Worrying about what someone else is thinking or imagining/expecting the worst scenario ALSO makes us feel like shit. We go down a negative internal rabbit hole... and for what? To feel like more shit? Most likely when that scenario wasn’t even the case! 
Choose LOVING thoughts. They make everything better (for you and for your prey). And listen: It’s not about being perfect all the time. (It’s actually impossible to be perfect unless you’re fully enlightened like the Buddha or Jesus). It’s about how quickly you change your thoughts back to love, reminding yourself that the ego/fear is not real. Only love is real.

The ego is there to keep you down, in the dark, and afraid. 
Call out it’s bullshit! Show it the light! 
Shine bright so that you give others permission to do the same!

And then when you fail... try again! Choose love. And then choose love again.💫 Xx 💜Kelly

#highestself #spiritualawareness #spiritualgrowth #innerwork #selflove #personalgrowth #personalawareness #success #abundance #lawofattraction #highestgood #spirit #theuniverse #god #innerguide #intuition #returntolove #beyou #personaljourney #spiritualpath #writer #author #stepintoyourpower #love #light #teacher  #meditation
  •  2  0 17 February, 2019

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  • 🔸 A P P E A L I N G 🔸
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  • Had my first dream of David Bowie last night. I used to have Kurt Cobain come to me a lot for a few years. Really intense and tangible dreams. That’s how this one with Bowie was last night. Well really it was this morning. And they never speak. At least not with words. They stare into me. I never forget their facial expressions. It’s a sort of telepathic communication. And feelings. I feel what they’re trying to tell me. And I can hear my own thoughts loudly at the same time. Call me nuts for believing it’s really them. But I am nuts. And it’s that that allows for this kind of magic to happen. I have to believe it’s them. It feels too rich and in that, it means too much to not be a real thing.
  • Had my first dream of David Bowie last night. I used to have Kurt Cobain come to me a lot for a few years. Really intense and tangible dreams. That’s how this one with Bowie was last night. Well really it was this morning. And they never speak. At least not with words. They stare into me. I never forget their facial expressions. It’s a sort of telepathic communication. And feelings. I feel what they’re trying to tell me. And I can hear my own thoughts loudly at the same time. Call me nuts for believing it’s really them. But I am nuts. And it’s that that allows for this kind of magic to happen. I have to believe it’s them. It feels too rich and in that, it means too much to not be a real thing.
  •  3  2 17 February, 2019