THE FOUNDATIONS OF SWYNNE

For a period of about ten years beginning in the early nineteen nineties, still living in Chicago, I was immersed in exploring Jungian Dreamwork.

This was an absolutely profound time of deep mystical revelation. I developed the practice of writing down my dreams soon after waking up in the mornings. The more I got into it, the more the dreams revealed to me. I won’t go into the dream stories themselves here, but I will say that they conveyed important information for me at that time.

This is actually what one would hope to have happen in Dreamwork. As I was going through chemo in 1999-2000, I had two dreams in which an extraordinary woman appeared. She was stunning: very tall, blonde hair wrapped around her head in one long braid. The energy of physical power she emanated was palpable.

Imagine a woman with elegant rippling muscles who carries herself as a queen, and you begin to see her.

I felt a deep connection and never forgot her, as her presence has stayed with me since then. All I could remember of the name she told me she called herself was that it began with an ‘S’.

In 2014 I began to study with the Edgar Cayce Institute, or A.R.E.. I started the process of soul channelling, or what the Institute term “Soul Writing”. It is a more conscious process than Automatic Writing, as Edgar Cayce counselled that one opens oneself to unknown forces in that process. Here, a sacred space is created, and you may invoke whatever benevolent forces of light, energies, beings, etc., you resonate with. The following is a result of one such session. 


Part Two

The word “loch” is very clear and I am aware of a high and wild place. I feel an intense spinning sensation, and voices being carried from afar. A clear and low voice says “Swynne” in my right ear. I now see where I am.

It is Scotland, but a Scotland that few now know existed.

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This is so very long ago, and I do not get a date. I feel this was a time when humanity had no need for time, or calendars. All that was needed was  the sun, the weather and the turn of the seasons to know where they stood, breathed, and played their soul’s Game…

The land is somehow different than it is now. I know this but am not sure why, so I strive to really see and feel my environment. I see what look like tropical trees, the kind that grow in warmer climes than what we know of present-day Scotland. Their branches are heavy with citrus fruit that is a wonderful orange/magenta shade. I can smell the sea and there is the taste of salt in the slight wind. I feel hair blowing across my face, and I realize it is mine!

The Fae

I am a nine year old girl, and I am laughing and shouting. I see another child with me, and this is my best friend. He is about a year older than I, and although he looks quite human, he is not. Some would refer to him as “imaginary’, but I see that he is very real. We are playing our favorite game of “Disappear”.  My friend is of the race of  The Fae. In my focused personality lifetime of now I’ve always known about them. They are hardly here at all anymore for all kinds of reasons – mostly consisting of our stupidity and lack of grace.

Even at nine I am in love with this Shining boy.

His skin glows a deep luminescent blue, as does mine. I also had the Great Gift. Some of the Mothers and Aunts whisper that I am part Fae, given how I had glowed like a beacon in the dark ever since I came out of my Dear Mother. There is never  a thought of mischief!  She is a good, good, wife to dear Father, and their love is strong and true, and it flows in currents for those lucky enough to be in their auras. No, this girl that I am knows that The Fae and humanity are  from the same place. . .  once upon a time. This explains the glowing blue skin, along with a dwindling number in the clan. I can’t hear his name, but he calls me “Swynne” (it sounds like Sween-ach). . .  and then it’s “Winnie”, which is his nickname for me.

The Grand Elders

Our folk live on the hills, and his live in the hills. This particular day that I see is during the time when we all come together for sacred ceremony: The Sharing of The Wonder of The Breathe (pronounced breath). It is spread over twelve days, and includes the Holy-Time I love most  – the Great Tellings Day. This is the pinnacle moment at High Summer. All gather to listen to The Grand Elders tell the stories of their great and wondrous lives. Humans and The Fae remember our past lives vividly, but people have now forgotten so much.

The Wedding

The scene instantly shifts. The boy and the girl are about 6 or seven years older, and they stand together with garlands of flowers being tied around them as they are prepared to express the Wedding Oaths. This is a big, big place we’re in. I see/feel myself looking up, and then I see the windows high up, with the shafts of light coming down. They have been formed to point into a pool of water when the sun is at midday, and the me who looks at this peers for a closer image. The basin is made of stone in an exquisite spiralling mosaic. It is so beautifully made – and you can just see the Divinity in the beauty of the water and there is the unmistakable fragrance of roses.

My family and my Love’s family are with us in this wonderful place. This is no church, because there were not yet any priests!  We had heard about priests and priestesses of the lands in the East, from the Tellings of the Elders, but here there were none. In some of the Tellings, they said that our ancestors had come from there in boats, riding high waters and landing on our home as we knew it. We’d known it for a very, very long time.

Of Union, Truth and Spirit

Our families stand with us in this place with the high ceilings and the domed roof letting in the shafts of sunlight. All begin to chant in a very harmonic call and response. The leader of the chant is an older woman, my Grandmother. She stands strong and straight. Her white hair is plaited into several braids that are wrapped around her head like a natural royal crown.

I see her daughter, my mother,  come towards me as the chant continues. The chant is now very soft. Her Mother Love smile fills my heart, and she lifts up my long dark blond hair and begins to braid it just like her own, and the Grandmother’s. This is how I will show myself from now on – when not with my husband. There are soft good-natured chuckles, and giggles from my smaller sisters.The chant rises up in pitch reaching a harmony that feels to me as if it is directed toward the top of the domed ceiling.

A feeling flows out from the ceiling and all around us. A blessing is real, it is created, and you feel it as honey silver/golden Light particles. They get on your skin, and in your hair, and you feel the blessing inside as it tickles, sweetens and heats up your heart.

His folk are there too, in testament and in celebration. My wedding to this magnificent young son of the Fae Laird is a coming together of two Great Clans in hopes of a future that would show us all more of the Sweet Mystery of The Divine Play.

PART THREE: Little Swynne

Stewardship and The Now Connection

Thank you for this memory, but I can’t go on, because this feeling of loss is too much.

Yes, I understand. Your bodies were different then, and capable of holding much greater capacities of God’s Love. That is changing back now and you yourself know this.

Even though I feel grief and loss, I don’t believe I experienced anything other than supreme contentment and joy, a very long lifetime in what you’ve shown me. A lifetime of Service by adding to Love living the nobility of knowing Love in many of its different forms. It was so … magnificent.

Yes. I show this to you so you can be aware that those whisperings and fragments of visions you’ve experienced and are experiencing, are very real.

Ach! I miss him with a searing pain, my great Love, he came back as Sundar, didn’t he? (SEE: The Fire of Timeless Love)

Yes.

Is he my Twin Flame?

This is most complex, but I want to tell it to you straight: yes and no.

I don’t understand.

There are Divine Laws that are applicable to Humanity, but Kaiairalagh (pronounced Keer-uh-looch), for that was his name, was subject to different laws. 

This is exhausting me! But please tell me some more about Kaiairalagh/Sundar.

A Long Journey

The laws of karma are responsible, the system that had been an attempt to undo the miscreations made by humans – and others. The karmic laws served humanity well until the Great Tampering Infection took hold; however, as I have said, the Changes have begun. And these Changes are of  The Light, and they are Good. There will come the day when all people will experience the kind of Love that you as Swynne knew back in Aenowledland, as it was once called. I tell you now that you came to be Queen with Kaiairalagh your King. This was not “English Royal” in the tradition of what you have been taught in the schoolbooks, nor is it the way it has been practiced on many, many timelines since.

You as Swynne and he as Kaiairalagh were chosen Queen and King,  for the people loved you both and you loved them. Swynne had the Hands of Power, and the other power of the skin of the glowing.  Kaiairalagh as King held the Light of the Spirit of all of organic Earth’s Elementals. Those far and wide knew of the both of you. This was not a ‘rulership’, as it has come to be known. The term “Stewardship” is more fitting. There are no words in your language now to give true meaning to the union.

Oh my gracious. So these memories, these stirrings and visions etc., that have been here with me in this life for as long as I can remember, are truth. I feel a grief that transcends personality and lover, or child, or mother. Our one Heart of Humanity is broken, and we are putting it back together, with Help from High Places and better even than before, right?

You are very correct. You have been on a very long journey.

It has been a journey – here in this realm – of losing more and more since coming into these dense bodies. For most people this is the truth. Am I right?

You are.

I feel almost on the verge of overwhelm. Almost, but not completely. I want to take some time to let this settle and integrate.

This would be wise.

I do have a couple of questions.

Yes?

Did I have to come back to this and experience this life?

No. It was – and continues to be – your choice. A Call went out, and you chose by coming in Love. You also exist simultaneously in other aspects and other forms, both physical and nonphysical. Many in your soul  groups joined you, jumping at the opportunity of playing out different scenarios in order to gain grace and knowledge toward their respective evolvements. 

Was it Kaiairalagh/ Sundar who came to me at the San Francisco Airport in 2011 when I was on my way to Chicago? (SEE: Reunion With A Mysterious Stranger)

Yes it was and is he. He is very deft, but he is unmistakably real. His gaze stops your sense of being in time, yes?

I think you were in on this with him. (Smiling) Oh. It feels like what it feels when we go Home. I mean what I feel like now. And I know he and I – we WILL be together again – in a state where I can at least remain conscious of it! I just want to laugh and cry at the same time. Can you give him a message from me?

Mysteries and miracles are yours for the taking

You yourself are capable of this, and you are further along this path than you realize. You are on the path of developing your mastery so that by using your intention and sacred will, the creation of the appropriate structures and geometries for connection to Whatever and Whoever you choose can be manifested by you with ease and grace.

And I say to you, my Little Swynne, that your desire for connection is your Divine motivation. Mysteries and miracles are yours for the taking; they are there to be perceived and experienced in your every step, every action, and every thought. The word ‘mystery’ after all, refers to that which is hidden, and this would be those marvelous underlying sacred secrets awaiting your own experience of revelation. Hear this: “Look closely into Swynne”.

Her life vision is offered tonight with great purpose for your development, and it is desired that you will expand the information with the intention of remembrance of this embodiment. There is a treasure trove of information here for you. This does not mean that you are better than, or less than anyone else. What it does mean is that it is part of your Soul heritage and it fully belongs to you. I desire your highest good. I cherish and love you more than words can convey to you now.

Thank you.

I say, “I will leave you now to get some rest”, but in truth I am always with you, Dear Bibi In-re-member-ing.

Blessings, and Goodnight.