Chapter 13 – Back In The Attic

Waking to such a glorious day, after breakfast Molly decided to wander around the garden whilst Will was busy with an on-line conference. She was surprised to see how good the garden was looking. Surely someone must have been attending to it whilst they were away? And the house, it appeared as if it had been cleaned and tidied before they arrived home. Not the tidiest of people, Will and Molly had left the house as it was, mildly dishevelled. However, when they came home, it definitely felt like someone had tidied up for them. Picking some flowers for her office, Molly took them into the kitchen to find a suitable vase. Choosing one of cut blue glass, she filled it with water and arranged the fragrant flowers before taking them upstairs to The Attic. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, something stopped her…it was the recognition of the stairs, no different to what she had encountered in her meditations. She realised just how real they had been! Opening the door, the sun shone through the small paned window, lighting up the room with a welcoming warmth. On the writing bureau was her travel journal! She picked up the book, turning it over in her hands and said quietly, “How did you get here?” She had not been upstairs yet. Maybe Will had brought it up for her? Placing the vase of flowers on the sea chest, Molly looked around the room hoping to see Grace, just like when she had come here during her meditations. Slightly disappointed, she sat in the captain’s chair and stared out the window. The view of the garden took her breath away. From the elevated view, looking down onto the garden below, she was able to appreciate the intricate design and planning that someone had put into the garden originally. The plants and flowers thrived now, creating a picturesque display.

“Patrick is talented, isn’t he!” Grace said proudly, taking Molly completely by surprise.

“Oh Grace! You are  here! It is so good to see you!” Molly exclaimed, leaping up from her chair with excitement, and turned around to be met by Grace.

“It is good to have you home again Molly, although for me, there is no difference in your attendance here when you are away or when you are physically in the house. Your Spirit Body is just the same, strong, vibrant and very present.” She smiled reassuringly at Molly.

“Did you see my copy of your journal?” Grace enquired.

“What do you mean?” Molly asked, slightly puzzled.

“On the bureau, that journal with the map on it, that is my copy. Open it up and take a look.”

Molly sat back down again and stared at the journal inquisitively. She was sure it was her copy, it looked the same. Opening it up, everything looked familiar, even her handwriting, except for some random notes scribbled in someone else’s writing. She turned her head, looking up at her guardian angel, the expression on her face caused Grace to burst out laughing. Pouting, Molly looked hurt.

“Oh Molly! There is so much for you to remember! Hold the book in both of your hands for a moment and listen to what I have to say. There is a magic in this room that enables many mystical things to come into being. As you were writing in your journal to me, your writing was appearing in my copy of this journal, so that I have been able to keep watch on what has been happening for you too. Intriguing, yes?”

“Are you serious Grace?” Molly looked at her with bright eyes, her mind racing with possibilities.

“Oh yes, my dear, very serious and sometimes not serious at all! It is not meant to be taken seriously, just accepted as possible.”

“Wow!” Molly sat back in the captain’s chair and scratched her head, disbelievingly, wanting to grasp what she was being included in.

“But how? Grace, how can this be?”

“Because in here, my dear, anything is possible. I wanted to stay in contact with you whilst you were away, and this was one way of doing so. Quite simple really. There are no thoughts of ‘how to or when’ here in Spirit. You just ask and receive! No one ever questions it here, the only limitation is by what would be conceived as the ‘mind’ – some Spirit People still contain strong memories of old thought patterns, disbelief or doubt. It does effect their ability to create here in Spirit, and this too is a part of their spiritual evolution. There is a bit of adjusting to do when a soul arrives in the World Between Worlds on their way to ‘Heaven’.

Molly was intrigued by this new world she had discovered, right here in her own home! Lost in conversation for several hours, Molly had so many questions about what she had been experiencing and why Grace was here, now.

“Grace, how is it that you are able to be here with me now and have been here in a time when I wasn’t even born yet?”

“In Spirit there is no constraints of Time and Space – these are an Earthly concept. I can be in several locations at once, but due to the Sacred Contract have I agreed to, I can only be visible to you here in The Attic. I can however, have contact with you at other times, only verbal or through impressions or intuitive messages, or what may seem like random thoughts. 

So are you ready for an adventure? A little journey?” 

“Absolutely – yes please! Where are we going, what do I need to bring, when will we leave?” The questions came tumbling from Molly’s mouth with excitement.

“In a moment. I think a cup of tea before we leave, what do you say?” Grace suggests. “I’ll make it”.

Molly made herself comfortable in her armchair by the fireplace, contemplating what she has been discussing, and intrigued by the way her relationship with Grace was evolving. Here she was making Molly a cup of tea!

Not interrupting the silence of Molly’s pondering, Grace hands her a cup of tea, and quietly sat in the armchair by the fireplace and invited Molly to sit next to her. 

“Mmmm…this tastes different Grace, what is the bittersweetness in it?”

“Oh just some herbs to help you with the visions.”

Molly’s head began to swim and she felt a little nauseous. Leaning back into the armchair, she closed her eyes, there was no point resisting. The warmth of the room and the fragrant breeze filled her senses, it was intoxicating. On opening her eyes she can ‘feel’ every sound around her, the fragrances have flavour, texture and smell. Looking out the window everything outside is covered in mist, which is coming in through the open window, and swirled around her feet. As the mist begins to clear outside, the view of the garden has changed and she is overlooking The Lake at Taupo. Her heart sang with the familiar tone of the energy of this magical place.

“Quiet special, isn’t it?” Grace’s voice broke the silence between the two of them. “Having an elevated view is always good, gives you a better perspective, helps you to see what is really important.” Molly closes her eyes and Grace leaves her to her own thoughts. Molly’s head hurt slightly, just a dull ache. She was overwhelmed by all of the experiences of their recent road trip, and tears spilled down her cheeks. She had felt slightly unwell since returning home, her body heavy, the sensation of wading through knee-deep mud.

“Grace?”

“Yes Honey?”

“What is going on? Why am I feeling so unwell?”

“There is much for your mind and physical body to adjust to. Travelling through different dimensions brings awareness to the variations in vibrational frequencies. Living on earth in a physical body is heavy, and travelling in Spirit is not. So your physical body will feel heavier than usual. For now, we are going to travel through Spirit. Take my hand, have no fear for I am with you. Close your eyes and relax, the spinning and nausea will settle.”

With the sensation of a sudden descent, like when in an elevator, Molly’s gut drops and she feels herself falling through the floor, into the misty environment outside of The Attic. Looking around she finds herself in a thick, dense forest, warm, humid and damp. The air is heavy and she feels disorientated, unable to tell which way to walk or where she is supposed to be going. Leaning against a ancient Kauri tree (native New Zealand pine tree), she closes her eyes, focusses on her breathing and listens, tuning in to her surroundings. In the distance she can hear muffled voices falling flat in the dense air. She can scarcely breathe due to the heaviness of the warm thick air and fear of the unknown. Following a prompt from Grace, she makes her way through the thick bush towards the voices. She can hear them getting closer and the voices fall silent as she breaks through the bush into a clearing by the waters edge of the lake where they are gathered. There is a prolonged paused silence as she looks down at her feet, scratched and bleeding, not knowing what to do or say, the silence only broken by the sound of the rhythmic, gentle lapping of waves on the pebbled shore. She lets out a big sigh, consciously relaxes her shoulders and looks up to see  a group of people, some with dark skin and wild dark hair others with dark skin, blue eyes and fair coloured hair, just as wild and dressed in very simple clothing. The surprise on their faces, mirrors that of her own. Simultaneously, they all draw in a deep breath of astonishment, staring at her, and Molly staring back at them. All at once they begin talking in a language she does not understand. Molly’s mind races as she tries to grasp any familiar sounding words. Slowly one of them approaches her smiling with an outstretched hand, gently taking her arm. They are patient and kind towards her, leading her along the edge of the lake chatting excitedly to her and each other. Molly’s head starts to spin and she stumbles to her knees. One of the men picks her up and carries her effortlessly in his arms as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

When Molly awakens, it is dark and she is lying on a woven flax mat, a soft woven blanket wrapped around her, she is not far from a fire. The night air has a mixture of humidity and a damp chill. The sky is crystal clear and there is only a slither of a moon amongst the bright stars that seem twice the size against the darker than usual sky. There is a faint outline of small round huts on the periphery of the firelight, shadows dance on the rough stone walls. Molly can see glimpses of thatched roofs. The women are singing softly as they prepare the evening meal, children playing quietly in a group to the side and one woman is breastfeeding a baby. There are no men to be seen. The older woman sitting next to her, sees her stirring and calls for the attention of another, younger woman, who fetches a cup of hot tea, the smell of it unfamiliar to Molly and yet there is a vague recollection in the fragrant taste. The woman encourages her to drink it and as she does, her head begins to clear and she can now understand what the woman is saying to her. The woman takes Molly by the hand, helping her onto her feet and  leading her to the periphery of the firelight, where there is a large stone bowl of water. With their backs facing the light, the old woman suggests for Molly to look inside the bowl. In it Molly sees her reflection as never before and is startled by what she sees – one side of her face is pale skin with a blue eye, the other side is tanned with a dark brown eye.

The woman spoke to her in a gentle voice, “Mamaku, we have been waiting for you. The Seer told of you coming to us and we knew then that all can be put to rest. Peace will return to this part of the World Between Worlds and ultimately the land for which we are the caretakers of. We are the Guardians of the Lake, protecting the integrity of the land here through the turmoil and clashes between these tribes and the evolution of its inhabitants over Time. We had no say in the choices they made. This had always been a place of peace, we have dwelled here for life times, our co-operative lifestyle simple but effective, non-invasive, living with the rhythms and cycles of the land, the seasons and the other creatures we shared this area with. We are aware that the energies of this unrest which penetrate the very fabric of the Physical World affecting the humans who are living in this Physical World now, influencing them like what you would call….. chess pieces. These people do not yet realise who they really are, only just waking to their inner wisdom. They must leave the past where it belongs – in the past, and move forward together to restore the harmonious energies which once maintained balance and influenced every living thing, and shall do again. We are the Guardians of the Lake, our presence has been here in this place you call the World Between Worlds to help maintain the balance until the necessary shift of energies have occurred, and the natural rhythm has been restored in the Physical World. It is very simple, we just need…..” Molly’s scream cuts off the woman words mid sentence.

“GRACE! GRACE! Where are you? GRACE?!”

“Right by your side, as always.” Grace whispers in her left ear. “Relax Molly, take a couple of slow deep breaths….you are safe.”

The old woman is not perplexed by Grace’s presence and appears to be very familiar with her. She turns to Grace and nods her head gently. “Thank you for bringing her back to us. You know the Ancient Story here, and her part in it, you too have been a witness to these times that have passed. I recall…..” Her voice trails off and her eyes glaze over as she remembers an almost forgotten moment.

The old woman’s consciousness snaps back suddenly, “We need to create The Gift, from us through you. The Gift comes from within Mamaku, we will do this with you, our energies impressing creative ideas through you into the Physical World. Remember The Gift you received from Hinemoa, the shells and her message of Unity! It will weave our dreams into your reality, representing Unity of the Physical and the Spirit Worlds, combining new and old ways, and to acknowledge the influence of the Spirit World upon the Physical Earth Dimension. Hold that feeling of union, togetherness, nurture it, feed it, weed it, grow it, like the beautiful garden it has always been, of souls united, no longer being seen as separate.

We will always be the Guardians of The Lake in this part of the World Between Worlds, we are the gatekeepers, from a time well before the arrival of the Maori’s. The Three Chiefs (‘He Who Shall Not Be Named’, she bows her head respectfully and whispers under her breath) you have encountered, they too are Guardians, somewhat misguided, they are just Spirits behaving badly (she snickers quietly, fondly remembering times gone by). As they understand that they are not being threatened, as we call them to join us, as they are summonsed with the energy of Love, not to be feared as so many have, they will come willingly. For they have fed from this energy of  fear until now, dwelling in the World Between Worlds. They can see that their job is done and it is time to move on. Despite resisting change, they must answer The Call. You, Mamaku, my dear one, must not be afraid, for fear is resistance and as we all know – resistance is futile. It weakens your presence here. Together we shall encourage them to join us. After all, they have always had a weakness for women,” she giggles and her consciousness drifts again into the past, smiling at her own pleasant memories. After  a deep contented sigh she continues, “Their job is done now and they must be gathered up in the Spirit Web and released into the winds at Cape Reinga. They need reminding of their original intention – of unity, to work and live together. Over generations as trust was dishonoured, frustration and rage followed, which caused the destruction of All That Was. The past was not what it now seems, for those in the Physical are looking towards the past through their modern eyes. What is done is done and a new balance must be restored. The future that is waiting can only be achieved through unified thought, words, good intentions, focus and inspired actions. We are all simply caretakers of The Land, of what you call Mother Earth. Where is the respect and duty to honour Her wellbeing? For Her to sustain life for us, we must give back to Her, nurture Her, take care of Her as the living breathing soul, sentient being that She is. As individuals you can only do a little to restore the balance, but collectively it will make the difference required. Attitudes must change, focus must shift.

A Spirit Web is to be created, the magic woven in its threads will attract the Lost Souls like moths to the firelight and follow you to Cape Reinga where they will be set free and make their final journey Home or be assigned new responsibility for their loved ones in the Physical World, as their guardian angels. This will be created by us in Spirit, but you will be well aware of it too. Through you we want to create a physical representation, a weaving, a piece of art, that will incorporate the shells from Hinemoa.  Know that we are travelling with you, guiding and protecting you. All is well.”

Molly starts to shiver, feeling chilly, her energy shifting, she looks down at her body which appears translucent, blending into the mist which embraces them, as she slips into unconsciousness, spinning, falling, effortlessly floating between worlds, like she is drifting in and out of sleep – glimpses of dreams, fragments of conversations. She becomes aware of the heaviness of her physical body, curled up in the armchair in The Attic. The warm breeze through the window has turned chilly, as the sun has gone below the horizon. Shivering, she grabs the woollen throw from the back of the chair and wraps it around her body. Grace is standing beside her offering another cup of tea. Molly looks warily at it from the corner of her eye, suspicious of what might be in this cup. “It’s chamomile tea with honey Molly, no surprises this time!” Grace winks and then closes the window above the desk. Exhausted, Molly sips the sweet, hot tea, feeling the warmth settling inside of her. Bewildered by what she has just witnessed, she curls herself up tightly in the chair, hugging the hot cup, feeling somewhat chilled to the bone.

“May I suggest something?” Grace offers, and Molly nodded her head, still unable to talk. “A hot bath with a large handful of sea salt and a piece of obsidian in the water, have a good long soak and just let today wash over you. It will all make sense soon enough. Now I have occupied Will with getting dinner prepared and he is already running the bath for you. So, as you are ready, no rush and be gentle with yourself.” Still unable to speak, Molly enjoys the warmth of her cup of tea, collecting herself before going downstairs to Will. How will she explain this one to him? “The words will come with ease when the time is right. Good night Molly, sleep well,”  Grace responds to her thoughts and Molly smiles weakly at Grace, exhausted, feeling a little overwhelmed and bewildered by today’s experience.

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