04.18.11
Posted in Observations at 11:20 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Pouring rain at eleven PM on the night of the April full moon. There is a richness of Energy, of Light and my heart is very aware, emptied, sensing…each person’s heart I think of, seeing within them to an unfathomable degree. I have an aching love, a compassionate love of endearment for all. There is no separation. I AM my twin sister, my father, my son, my neighbor, the boy in Africa I saw a picture of today, the woman rejoicing, my friend with cancer. And I have come to a balance within me, being all of these people, all life. In the emptiness I have suffered, greatly, through death, and wrenchingly still being alive, through hardship and exquisite joy in nature, the clear gladness of loving, and rawness, judgment, guilt, hope and giddiness. Now, this unfathomable, expansive breadth in the sound of rain, following the drops’ path from unseen clouds, beyond, the living moon. Joined by millions of drops, lightening now, their pounding on the roof lessening, the elixir seeping into the spring earth filling me with such love, such love, God, for being a part of it all. In this space, this arena, I float, open. The buffalo hide drum in the other room cracks a sound, I am joined by Spirit. Orbs, stars, sweeping presence that embraces. Images of people emerging from woodland, and they know me. We have lived in each other’s hearts for eternity. It is not a question. We have walked together, walk as I type, up slim trails curving round mountains where I cry with joy, at coming back, coming home, my family, amongst ancient hewn rocks, praising Inti. My family, spearing an antelope on the plains. My family, black dancers bold and graceful. You are my family. My past, present and future. We are One. We are not afraid.
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04.06.11
Posted in Nature Realms, Photographs at 2:05 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
These three horses, photographed near the base of Big Thompson Canyon on the road towards Carter Lake in northern Colorado, emanated a quiet peace as they stood motionless for some time in the wind beneath the cottonwood tree. I felt their peace.
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Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle at 1:51 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
I had a session today with a young man whose father died when he was very young, who released an energetic imprint of his father’s illness along with a longing for him to still be here, and to be like him. He felt he did not measure up to his father, and as the energy of holding on to him left, an expansion in his own awareness took place. It felt akin to detrimental genetics lifting from him. I could see where his father’s density in his head, the right side of his body, his abdomen and knees, had formerly been held within the client’s body. The energies were being extracted as the client breathed in and out of his ear into the brain and releasing back out, a magnetized sensation especially around the right ear. And the importance of letting go, but also of detaching from wanting to be like his father, whom had wonderful qualities but also died from 2 forms of cancer. As he had wished to be like his father, it negated the truths of who he was as a worthy man, and also held bound within him energetic qualities he would not wish to exhibit – the disease process which his father went through.
The message was also given that this young man is spiritually advanced, the evolved human, coming to earth in his time to assist in teaching the qualities that men and women are equal, that all beings are equal. And that during the process of his life, he has placed himself in situations where great growth for others can occur, but that it had also exposed him to those energies which had then weighed him down.
Emptying then from his heart and throat. Only Highest Light between him and his father, in all directions of time.
Thank you God.
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03.17.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 8:09 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Guide your attention into your hearts. Draw all thoughts to this place, this refuge. Within your heart is the sacred home for which you all long to protect. It is not outside of you. It is not within the walls of your dwellings, the rooms where you live on the earthly plane. The Heart is. The Heart, with it’s graceful chambers, it’s expansion beyond the body, into All Knowledge, All Time. When you breathe, breathe through the entrance to this home of your heart. With Light and awareness entering here, allow the cleansing and opening of your Heart to take place. Unite with the Earth, with Her center, with her Heart. Breathe with Her, and the Love you exchange will uplift you both. The Earth, in Her breathing cycle, cleanses Herself. This is how it is. Uniting in our Hearts, we connect, cleansing, releasing, uplifting. Allowing the extraneous to fall away, we strengthen that which is the dearest.
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02.04.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle, Prayers at 8:10 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
A channeled group event 4 years and 3 months ago came strongly jolting into my mind
tonight. Here is the remembrance of our collective vision and focus that evening.
Of the Light which swept through Albany, Wyoming 10/6/06 there are words worth repeating, images to be seen with the minds’ eyes of many others — powerful images of the future days of Peace. We were asked to hold these images in our hearts and speak to others about them so the swell of this vision will vibrate in stronger strength and assist in realizing it’s blessed time. We were told that our hearts came together to assist in bringing Love into the space, to dissolve fear. I was taken to a place, in the Middle East, and the vision began as such: to the best of my memory and I am now being assisted. Thank you. By focusing our Heart Breath of Light together, the image came of the strength of those working on the planet, and those working above it, causing a magnetic force of Love to wrench into the Universe all weapons of war, out of the hands of those who held them. And the men were filled with wonder. At the realization of their empty hands, and now open hearts, they looked across at those whom they had been fighting, and with the clarity that comes from the eradication of fear, they recognized, across the borderlines, the eyes who looked back at them were their brothers, were their friends, friends they had not recognized in long long times past. And with this realization they rushed forward to greet, to shake hands, to embrace. And as they embraced one man they knew, they looked beyond that man, and saw behind him, another, and yet another friend of long ago. Until the war had turned into a huge celebration, all along the border lines of all of the countries, with the joy reaching into homes which had been shut, and those doors opened, and families came out, and began too, of recognizing friends from lifetimes ago. This joy spread across and around the globe, nuclear submarines rose from the depths and those within wished to emerge on their decks, to make peace with those they had been watching to bomb. The joy in all of the peoples hearts all around the world caused a healing for the planet Herself, and droughts which had been raging, soothed as through the Earth hurricanes subsided, and grace filled the very rock and soils and waters. And the animals of all the species joined in, so the vibration and streams of Light wove around the Earth and She was healed. It will happen. You all will see it. Put forth the joy into the center of the circle and allow the vision to spread.
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01.09.11
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle at 11:54 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
The session began over the phone into a time zone two hours away. Mother of the new mother had initiated the session for herself, her daughter, and her new granddaughter. The new mother’s milk ducts had painfully clogged, and she was seriously considering giving up breast feeding, though she did not wish to. Permission was asked to connect in this way with the client’s daughter Higher Self initially. At once I felt a tautness in her breasts which continued backwards into the chest at the heart chakra, it continued down into her solar plexus – mid torso region. We each received the response of Yes- it was alright to work with her. Next I asked to connect with the Higher Self of the infant. Immediately the energy changed. The sensation of floating, a buoyancy, accompanied by a glowing sphere of white, yellow, rose energy at the heart. A lightness and joy was her frequency. It made me laugh and we felt a unity with her spirit.
With these confirmations, the awareness moved into the mother’s energy field. The message was that the constriction, restriction, withdrawing into her body was caused by her sense that she could not keep it all together, she felt herself beginning to lose control of her life, with the new baby, and her young son, her husband. We were to intend to increase the spiritual Light (a glowing blue green, spiritual communication and harmony) illuminating this emotional energetic thought-form creating the compression inwards into her body, and to invite the Light in through the taut and thick weighted layer at her chest initially. We did this by visualizing the Light entering my client’s body as well as the new mother’s. It was a gradual yet quick progression at first for an opening at her heart chakra to be created through this former block. Once the Light was within, it was shared to visualize the bright shaft of it flowing downwards into the rib cage area, and behind the obstruction at the chest itself. I could feel the tight, painful ache of the breasts as if they were my own. Then the message was to invite the light to soothe from the inside outwards with each exhalation. That her emotional feeling about loss of control and not being enough, were soothed with peace, understanding and compassion. At once I sensed the left breast clearing, fascinatingly I could see very thin tributaries of light branch out in a flow into the milk ducts and a relaxation take place. The right breast followed.
As I was sharing this with my client, she excitedly said her daughter had just texted her. She had written could feel a change had taken place and was feeling better.
Soon we moved to the awareness of the new baby girl. A slight shadow of density of her father’s energy popped from her right side instantaneously as the message was given that she in part had come to help her father regain a brighter sense of self. Her Light Being’s beautiful joy continued to make me smile, long after the session’s conclusion. Blessings to all on our journeys of acceptance and growth. May all beings be happy.
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12.29.10
Posted in Breath of Light with Margaret Gilfoyle, Prayers at 9:51 AM by Margaret Gilfoyle
Surround us with peace, dear Universe, fill us with it. Let peace permeate our being through each breath. In gratitude I pray.
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12.02.10
Posted in Channeled Messages through Margaret Gilfoyle at 3:19 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
We are alive in a time when all possibilities throng to be manifested. The choice is ours to determine our fate. Strip the mind from it’s clinging to the past response to situational drama and cleanly step forward in motion. Release longing. There is no pain save in the mind. Our desires are directly guided into completed goals, as we let them be created. No blocks, no fences, no doors! Illusory are all. Let the gifts in your imagination proceed into joyful conclusion! We are One with Joy.
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11.11.10
Posted in Observations at 4:46 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
The healing I experienced from the Lakota sweatlodge on October 30, began as Jeff called to tell me he wanted to lead a healing sweat in my honor. Dear Lynn had seen him at the hot springs, and had told him I was moving through some physical health challenges. I was so touched that the community was reaching out to me in this way, and deeply appreciative. I was still feeling weakened, and prayed for my ability to carry through the whole sweat. Prayers of friends and family lifted me and I felt their strength all around me. I had talked with my beautiful friend Dr. Judith Boice about my concerns and she urged me to let the others know a signal if I had to leave suddenly during the lodge. The early evening walk to the lodge location with sweet friend/guardian Lynn engulfed our senses with the light that
happens when a storm is approaching – luminescent, full gray clouds enhancing the
golden cottonwoods as we wound down the path towards the valley. Jeff and Carlos were there, heating the grandfathers, the rocks, for the sweat, and I met Carlos for the first time. Carlos is a Lakota pipecarrier from Carbondale, an open hearted, gentle man who brought forth a hundred year old buffalo hide for me to sit on in the sweatlodge. He told me not to pray for strength, because I would have it. To pray for balance. More friends gathered, a total of ten, and we prepared ourselves to enter the lodge. As we all took our places, the stones entered the lodge on a pitchfork for Carlos to position in the pit with deer antlers. I set a feather above me in the willows, as Johnna had suggested. I felt the familiar rush of anticipation for the sacred, cleansing heat and deep lung fulls of fragrant steam. I was very grateful. Listening to the ring of voices and hearts expressing all around the circle within the pitch black lodge, it was a comfort and a joy to settle in, even with the uncomfortableness my body was still experiencing. I had trust in all of the spirit helpers, in the Great Spirit’s support. As the rounds continued and the songs were song, as more stones were added to the pit, the heat increased and the lavendar and wild sage scents mingled in our breaths, I began to feel a strong pulling sensation in the kidney/adrenals and gall bladder, like they were being vacuumed from the outside. My solar plexus area felt energy was being extracted as a wide tight turmoil unwound inside. I was happy – I felt strong to be there. Fear was gone. I could feel the energy of friends from Wyoming present, and so grateful for all the love which has accompanied me. The fourth round was a chunupa pipe ceremony, then much water was poured on the stones, and near to the very end, I felt my heart begin to race and asked permission to leave. I crawled out the door and touched my forehead to the ground, in gratitude, soaking wet and quivering. I turned to lay flat on the ground, and Carlos came to my side, praying for me, asking if I was alright. Mitakuye Oyasin – All my relations. I said yes, and as he moved away, I felt sobs welling up out of my body. I cried in the wind and darkness with light rain falling on me. The others soon were coming out from the lodge, and Cindy knelt beside me and hugged me tightly as I cried. We all changed our clothes, the fire was doused with water, and then began the walk back to our vehicles. I felt weightless in some places and dismantled, glad to be moving ahead, and knowing that much was still in motion.
The next day, I was washed out and clean. I was fatigued, but filled also with a renewed vitality, especially in my legs. As the day, and days continued, I knew the weakness within my body, and the fear that accompanied it, was gone. The sweatlodge had been a turning point for me, a shift and a lifting, a rejoining –settling into myself in a renewed way. Thank you, Great spirit, and all of life in motion. Aho.
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10.20.10
Posted in Observations, Translations From the Sky at 5:40 PM by Margaret Gilfoyle
My body, moving through an upheaval of the past, last week brought forth a culmination of fatigue and pain and I found myself in the realm of western medicine.
Waves of tears precipitated this. Tears cried while praying an the ancient panel of Tara at the Tara Mandala retreat center in the wilderness near Pagosa Springs, Colorado.
Knowing that even as I did not completely understand what was releasing, who was being cried to or for, she did. I saw many I knew who were moving through all variety of pain, and I prayed for their and my release. I prayed for the completion of life lessons, and in gratitude rejoiced at where our journey into the southwest had taken us. Then, tears were cried at reuniting with my beloved Chaco Canyon ancient sites, written about previously. Past lifetimes welling up there, and weeks later, today, laying on my massage table in Paonia, the significance of another lifetime in the slave time south. As the layers of my past, and our collective pasts, releases from us in these times, the open heart and trust that we are being supported, guided, through these pains and letting go, is a comfort.
The increasing momentum of discharge and release of the illusion of control- on all levels, all forms, may flood from us and thankfully! I feel this is, and have seen it on spiritual level, releasing from clients and globally. We are not tolerating the illusion of bondage, or power over, within our spirits and in our lives. The world is changing and our energy bodies are shrugging off this former human enculturalization.
As encountering the bowels of the hospital and that foreignness to my spirit, I lay nearly floating in trust, on the gurney, awaiting my turn into the ctscan in the hall. Moving in and out of the human and spirit view was fascinating and disconcerting. The third dimensional feel of pain, no matter how illusory, is taxing, though a high threshold of tolerance has seemed to accompany me.
I have found in this week that amazing dreams, and conscious guidance is re-strengthening me in ways yet being created. The release of the past readying us for the evolution ahead. Where my thoughts would travel would create a sense of healing, or a sense of diminishment, of defeat. Knowing that for me, the spiritual path serves to strengthen. There is no control over us. We choose, we have chosen, we change, we burst ahead. Nothing deters us.
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