Ammahnda's Blog: January 2012

A little over a year and a half ago in May of 2010 two friends and I made a pilgrimage to Egypt, Israel and Jordan. In preparation for an initiation I was to receive in Israel I was blessed while in still Egypt to be visited by the Archangels Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael. These Celestial Beings each guard one of the four directions protecting the Holy of Holies contained in the Ark of the Covenant. It was in this structural capacity that these four came to me to open an energetic corridor through which my future spiritual work was to be done.

The unexpected initiation began in Jerusalem while walking down a steep lane from the top of The Mount of Olives. One of my friends encountered a young man carrying a guitar, she enquired if he and his group were going to be singing and if we might join them. He readily agreed and we next found ourselves at a wrought iron gate being opened from within by a cassocked priest. I was awed as I realized we were being ushered into The Garden of Agony. This garden sits across the narrow way from The Garden of Gethsemane and was once contiguous to it. The Garden of Agony is where Jesus contemplated his path the night before he was arrested, the path which lead to his crucifixion, agony indeed. The garden is powerful guarded by ancient olive trees over 2000 years old and living witnesses to what has transpired in their presence.

My friends and I very soon realized the group the group we had joined were Born Again Christians from Texas! The three of us, fresh from our Egyptian temple activations with Ra, Isis, Osiris and company were certainly an interesting and ironic addition to this fundamentalist gathering. We wisely and respectfully kept our mouths closed and joined in their praises to our mutual Creator.

My observing eye enjoyed this sight. There we were in that awe inspiring garden, sitting in a circle of Texans with guitars, hallelujahs, bibles and hands raised all in a chorus of song. The leader of this pilgrimage was an impassioned ex-stewardess on a mission. This event in The Garden was the highlight of their journey and we were privileged to join them. After much fervent prayer the woman began to make her way around the circle giving individual Prophecy and Laying on of Hands to each participant.

My friends and I were the last minute additions to this group and our blessings was held to last. She approached to the right of me and blessed my traveling companions. I was amazed by the intimacy and accuracy with which she prophesied to each. She was genuinely channeling The Holy Spirit, The Shekhinah in Hebrew. And, it was my turn next.

She took some oil and with it made the Sign of the Cross on my forehead. She then spoke, "I anoint your ministry, for your heart is as the Heart of God. As such, you will travel the world to awaken the non-believers."

If I were sitting on a chair I would have fallen off it. This was exactly the same message I had been receiving for months prior. I understood from that moment the purpose of the corridor opened by the Archangels in Egypt. I was indeed being prepared to offer consciousness awakening activations to many and in many places.

To my right Michael and to my left Gabriel, in front of me Uriel and behind me Raphael, and over my head God's Shekhinah."

—From the Hebrew prayer Kriat Shema

The Garden of Gethsemane

In Jewish culture a ritual called a Bat Mitzvah is perfumed for a 12 year old girl on the threshold of womanhood. A few days ago, after this official rite was given to a specific girl here in Israel her mother, her mother's close friend, sister and I made a pilgrimage through the Old City of Jerusalem. In the synagogue the Bat Mitzvah had been completed, today the purpose of our journey was to escort this girl across an unseen barrier through which she would encounter the woman she had become.

My friend and I met in a coffee shop where were soon to meet the girl, her mother and aunt. Once they arrived we continued our chit-chat, the girl eagerly joining in eyes sparkling bright and excited. Her mother, a neat and tidy looking woman glanced at her daughter and made it a point to note that she personally does not get excited easily but was feeling happily anticipatory.

We departed and walked into the Old City traveling the old narrow shop lined streets finding our way to a metal staircase leading up to what is locally called "The Roof of the World". This location is considered one of many of Jerusalem's many "centers", it being the meeting point of the the four quarters of the Old City; Jewish, Christian, Armenian and Muslim. Thus, it is the center of Jerusalem which has been in turn considered the center of the world for centuries. The physical place actually consists of a concrete collection of adjoining roof tops above numerous stores below, a roughly marked spot on one roof indicates the four quarter intersection.

The girl sat down cross-legged at this center of the world as we women stood around her each of us taking one of the four directions. As opening prayers and invocations were said I became aware we had been joined by a circle of Beings from ancient Central America. They were priestesses from the Sun and Moon Pyramids in the Mesoamerican temple complex of Teotihuacán. Around us they vigorously stomped their bell clad feet, hands raised they circled chanting in high pitched voices, "Lu, lu, lu, lu….!''' I was able to relay some of what these powerful sounds were like, for to me they sounded much like middle-eastern woman's traditional vocalizing. I was happy to see the girl's mother across from me nodding and smiling.

We then sat down around the child and she began to speak. She tearfully thanked her mother and aunt for allowing her to be who she was. She tenderly went on to relay how she needs them both to show her the way to be who she should to be. My friend then gently asked if she might want to change the words "should be" to "want to be" or even "like to be"? This wise advice went on deaf ears, at least for that moment…

We proceeded to another one of Jerusalem's "centers", this time to Christianity's The Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Two days previously I had visited the church and come across a small cave like opening off a seemingly unused room behind one of the doors in the vast semi-circular Rotunda. I later found out that traditionally this cave was thought to be Joseph of Arimathea's 1st century tomb given for Jesus's burial after the crucifixion. I approached the child and told her that she was being prepared for a rite of passage, that she was to step into this tomb to face her internal fears. I asked if she was ready, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Yes."

We approached the small entrance and the girl crouched and stepped in. Her mother instinctually followed. I entered and once fully upright I let then two know that I would be making a tone to clear the space. I toned and the girl faced a wall where at heart level a candle held by an old brass bowl lit her chest and the tomb's interior. Her mother prayed behind her arms outstretched. My toning continued and I was surprised as my own mediocre voice as it made beautiful sounds reverberating off the walls. As we emerged and I turned to see the mother beaming, shaking a finger and pointing at me. I realized she had just received a major heart chakra activation and she absolutely knew it!

We rejoined the two other women and left the church. We continued our pilgrimage walking to the top of a small street Al-Kotel. This street winds it's way down to another of Jerusalem's "centers" the Western Wall. This wall is all that remains of 1st century Jewish Second Temple. Also known as The Wailing Wall it is a place of holy pilgrimage for the Jewish people. We stood with anticipation at the top of the street that would lead us to this revered place. My friend took off her head scarf and placed it over the girls eyes as she went on to explain that she would now be crossing the threshold into her womanhood. Down the many steps, twisting and turning the small street brought us to guards and metal detectors, a modern day passage through which one must travel before entry is permitted. Once through we continued down still more steps and across the plaza to stand in the women's section at the base of the ancient wall. Here, still blindfolded more prayers were said into the girl's twelve year old ears. From the spirit realms an ancient Jewish matriarch joined me. She would not give me her name, but told me she was with us to open the girls voice. I stood behind the girl, held her shoulders and spoke in her ear the wishes of the Elder. Through me she asked the child to place her attention inside her throat, to feel it as it opened. She asked me to remind the girl that in Hebrew the word for wind and spirit are the same, "ruah" and to let this flow through her core. The Elder proclaimed this girl as a "Truth-teller" and prophesied that she would speak to many souls of the knowledge she carried.

My friend them removed her scarf from the girls eyes. Eyes free, she looked up at the Wall that means so very much to her people and smiled. We began to depart walking backwards as not to turn our backs to the Temple which is the tradition of the place. We reached the upper plaza and there the girl began to speak. She said once the scarf had been placed over her eyes she had moved out of time and space. That she now understood her life's purpose, she acknowledged the ancient Elder's words as her own, that she was a "Truth-teller" and that she would tell many what she knew. For she understood that first one must know oneself fully, and only then will they know they are no longer Jewish, Cristian or Muslim, that they are all the same people, brothers and sisters on this very planet. It would now be her path to always tell this truth. What struck me most profoundly was the profound change that had transpired in this young person, gone was the teary child afraid to move forward without being told who she "should" be by the adults in her life.

The five of us formed a circle holding hands we closed the ceremony. Prayers were said and I was aware of the Egyptian Goddess Nut, sky goddess made up of the stars of the Milky Way bending over us holding our space. It then became obvious to me to point out to the one who this ritual was for, that as a girl she had begun this day at the center of four woman. Now she had intuitively moved joining the circle one with us, holding hands there in that center of Jerusalem. She nodded her head and smiled.

Then something unexpected happened. Her mother who was standing next to me reached up and held my forearm. She began to tell me how while at The Wall she was almost forced to look at me. She continued on about how she felt that she should be looking at her daughter as it was her day of transition, but as much she longed to her attention was rapt on me. She then began to swoon, clutched my arms with both hands and leaned her weight onto me. She then told of how during our closing prayers she had seen and felt a clear white spiral of energy entering our circle through the top of her head, it then spiraled down dropping into the earth. Finally, at that point I began to realize what was gong on! I quickly and lightly explained to the somewhat confused and scared twelve year old that her mother was fine and was out collecting some stardust for her. I explained about the Goddess Nut, made of stars had joined us during prayers and was here for her mother and that she would soon be back. I then asked the rather limp mother to move her body, wiggle her toes and then to stomp her feet to feel herself returning. Toes wiggling and smiling this neat and tidy mother who had earlier proclaimed, "I don't get too easily excited about things" stomped with abandon!

I hugged and thanked her. I told more about what had just occurred, that she had received two major awakenings of her psychic self and that she should expect some rather profound events to occur in her life as a result. I also told her that I had come to Jerusalem to facilitate this type of work and that her willingness to enter these realms had been such a gift. It was an incredible confirmation of my own personal path.

All I can say is "Wow". It seems I am to understand that I do not have to "do" anything, (big relief.) The activations I am asked to provide happen around me as a result of the Beings who travel with and through me. I was so blessed to have been part of this day.