A memory about a story told from 3000 years ago.
I awoke this morning at 7 am with the word "Goliath" imprinted on my mind. Now I am no expert on the Bible, however I do have a somewhat sound understanding as I meditate on the information, AS I ALOW MYSELF TO BE TAUGHT. It was as clear as a bell. I immediately researched the story about Goliath. I will not tell this entire story, however you will get it immediately and I will share my interpretation, what it means to me, and for me. Please keep an open mind as some of these recounts seem to be far fetched, however trust me you cannot make up this kind of information. Goliath the heavily armoured giant represents our fears. the fear to be defeated, overshadowed by what appears to be grand, he had double vision and was short-sighted; (the inability to see things clearly unless they are relatively close to the eyes)I too am short sighted, this may manifest in lack of imagination or foresight, I certainly do not lack in imagination nor foresight. Let's get back to Goliath. Due to vision impairment, his inability, his lack to see in the distance he was defeated by David, slight in stature and without armour a shepherds boy. He was instantly killed by means of an impact that hit him between his eyes (third eye.) The moral of this information: I had a memory of a story from 3000 years ago, a re-awakening and further opening of my third eye and crown chakra. Please know that all information is available to us if we are willing to see with clarity. If you dedicate yourself to spirit and are willing to listen, you will hear the stories and messages. Everything can be healed if we are willing to do the work. A received a message this morning as the master were working with me in another dimension throughout the night. I received a deep insight which will heal my vision to the external world. Am I blessed, yes indeed. Beyond imagination my personal experiences are here for you to assist you with your own transformation by helping you interpret that which will serve you best on your journey. Today is Anzac day. Honour your forefathers, your ancestors. Lest we forget.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
All my love, Elisabeth