The Marys ~
known to me as my sisters, Les Trois Maries
When we meditate together, ma sœur française and I, they come, these dear ascended ones, who know what it is to walk a human walk, yet function from unconditional love. For decades, I failed to comprehend the how and why of it, yet still they came.
Yesterday’s meditation was no exception, except that comprehension of a sort began to resonate. ‘They’ arrived, right on cue, setting to work immediately, as my friend and I were both in great pain. I texted her at the exact moment she texted me, “Do you want to meditate? Devons-nous leur demander ce qui se passe? {Shall we ask the Maries what is going on?}” I always feel them surrounding me with loving presence, their busy hands weaving a new configuration of whatever is presenting. As our texts crossed, my friend commented, “They are here. Let us meditate.”
As sometimes happens, a great Archangelic presence moved to the front of my inner sight. How do I know it is an Archangel? I only know that I know. It is not a singular presence, but their portal into the dimensions between worlds. Sometimes it is a gateway to acknowledge and witness, sometimes it is more. Always, SHE holds the reins.
Yesterday, as my meditation deepened, I was drawn into that portal, through and beyond it and into pure light. There, I was confronted by an…
