Meditation 3: Visions of Yuletide Past

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Times long past...

Darkest Winter Night Yule Masquerade Ball

Meditation 3
Visions of Yule Tides Past
Whispers from your past



Come explore the darker traditions of the past. Times long gone and forgotten. Come explore
the darkness of the season and experience the ghosts of the past. Your Past...

This is a guided meditation. You you will be guided on a deep and personal journey with the Noble Warlock Zuxtdaur
Come experience the mysteries of the season and experience the whispers from you past.

Below you will find the third meditation







If you do this meditations and post about what you experienced.

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[Kore Serpens]

I look into the fountain waters. I see a kitten being given a bath by its mother… i am the kitten looking back at me, my mother’s tongue rough and my fur pointing the wrong way. I look like a leopard kitten, round and healthy- well loved.

Then the mother looks up and gazes at me.
Her eyes are green and beautiful. They are almond shaped.
I stare into them, recognizing her as myself. I am the leopardess mother..
I feel my mother energies. They are very powerful, strong.
My love is protective and powerful. And within her gaze, within the hold of those mother energies, i recognize my humanness, myself. This is where i find my human self, my human nature comes from this. I feel, and see, this clearly. It is very beautiful and primal and i love this passionately.

[Astarosche]

There was something Pool like and I was drawn into it.
Some of my blockades between heartchakra and Solar Plexus were hurting and the major blockades in my rootchakra.
And a deep feeling of acceptance. Still little sadness
But I cannot change past
And past lives traumata have brought me to this I am now, an empath shine more or less in the darkness

[Wynd Runner]

I saw myself as a child of maybe five or six sitting at my grandmother's kitchen counter-top bar building small models. I was engrossed in what I was doing. My parents and grandmother had left me there as they went to another room to talk.

I am working out what this means to me.

[flywithbats666]

Meh, I didn't get much from this meditation.

Gazing into the fountain, I saw myself being held as a baby and a child by different family members.

What was once needed for comfort and security to survive this life is now a hindrance. I didn't like what I saw, it reminded me of how I am still trying to escape the clutches of the family I was born into. Being sheltered and over protected and what not. People always underestimate me, they don't take me seriously, and I must repeat they over protect me. It is tough being the runt.

It feels like I am trying to find my way, an identity of my own, a form of self that does not need to be so over protected. They aren't going to stop being the way they are, and that is ok, I can grow without them, and I can keep them at a distance, even if we are in the same room together.

Just HAVING the knowledge, the proper terminology, about what I have suffered through is a catharsis enough for me. I will find my way!

[Kiku]

The murals along the labyrinth walls moved, it is enchanting to watch. I was rather reluctant to look into the water, because I have selectively “forgotten” painful memories of my childhood. Lo and behold, my face appeared as a child in the water’s reflection. It was two faces, one during my first year and the last year of primary school. It was my lost innocence, all I remembered was pain, failing every subject, when all I wanted was to have fun and make friends. I was a late bloomer, academically ungifted and behind in development. When society demanded so much from me and I couldn’t keep up. I had a joyful, smiling innocent cute face as a 6 year old at the beginning, then my face looked miserable, my split lip and hair pulled back into a tight ponytail at 10 years old cuz I didn’t know how to tie up my hair until I was 13. I remembered the abuse I suffered and experienced. I am just a kid. The wounded inner child once again.

The Warlock laughed and I gave him a side eye, clearly not pleased to be reminded of the trauma. He touched my shoulder and said that it has to happen and I mustn’t forget the past. He says that he’s also proud of me.

My chest feels tight, I feel like it’s my heart chakra reminding me of the wounded child.

[Wynd Runner]

The murals along the labyrinth walls moved, it is enchanting to watch. I was rather reluctant to look into the water, because I have selectively “forgotten” painful memories of my childhood. Lo and behold, my face appeared as a child in the water’s reflection. It was two faces, one during my first year and the last year of primary school. It was my lost innocence, all I remembered was pain, failing every subject, when all I wanted was to have fun and make friends. I was a late bloomer, academically ungifted and behind in development. When society demanded so much from me and I couldn’t keep up. I had a joyful, smiling innocent cute face as a 6 year old at the beginning, then my face looked miserable, my split lip and hair pulled back into a tight ponytail at 10 years old cuz I didn’t know how to tie up my hair until I was 13. I remembered the abuse I suffered and experienced. I am just a kid. The wounded inner child once again.

The Warlock laughed and I gave him a side eye, clearly not pleased to be reminded of the trauma. He touched my shoulder and said that it has to happen and I mustn’t forget the past. He says that he’s also proud of me.

My chest feels tight, I feel like it’s my heart chakra reminding me of the wounded child.

My heart goes out you to you, sorry you went through that. ;-(

[karenwpi]

Warlock Zuxtdaur's energies came through very clearly. I saw his dark shadow move through the crowd & then he was there by my side.

We see the image: it's a crying child standing outside alone, with one foot forward in still-motion; resolute in the winds. It's me from childhood. I was the child managing emotional turmoil outside alone.

Realize we cycle through this state constantly. It's never left fully & has become stronger the past decade. The message gently tugs at me & I understand I need to let go by talking. This season's Masquerade Ball is focused on my earliest and most long-lasting trauma-based affects. I feel very blessed to be assisted by Noble Demons and thank Warlock Zuxtdaur!