We’ll Meet Again

Life really could not get any more surreal for me at the moment, but then every time I say that.. it does.  I feel as if I really have woken up in Wonderland.  2020 has really been about restoring our vision and regaining what we have lost in the sea of memory.

Ancient Irish Celtic Hymn

Just a few months ago I had landed back in England without a home, a car or a job just as the country was being put on a war footing and going into lockdown because of the virus. There was no more contact with anyone every shop and business closed

On top of that I have been really unwell these past few months, probably the worst spell of illness of my entire life. At times I had actually wanted to die, ‘no one would miss you’ the negative voice in my mind kept saying ‘just go down to the beach walk into the sea and all your problems are solved.’

However it is when you are at your lowest point that God steps in and lifts you out of the darkness and into the light. Two people were sent to help me see clearly the path ahead or is it the way back.

The Lady of the Lamp

I then found myself surrounded by Mother Mary symbology.

And Mother Mary like all Mary’s appeared to have a super power in regards to the future and reading the cards.

In returning to being under lockdown just like prisoners of war we were only allowed one walk a day but all physical contact and interaction were strictly forbidden. No sunbathing or sitting on a park bench allowed despite the fact the sun destroys the virus.

I quite enjoyed the solitude there were no cars, no people, no crowds on the beach it was like I was the last man on earth.

I couldn’t really complain when I could sit and meditate and write in my garden paradise.

The Secret Garden Paradise

I also found myself sitting in a graveyard akin to Ricky Gervais in Afterlife where people kept coming up to me and having strange conversations about death and memory.

The Garden of Remembrance

Reading the gravestones I swiftly noticed that Jerry and Mary were popular names back in the day.

Jerry Robinson was my grandfather’s name and as I shared on my other blog I have a little Robin that follows me everywhere since the death of my father.

The church reminded me of the television series the OA or the Original Angel with the portal window.

Dimensional Door to the Past

It also reminded me of Glastonbury Abbey which I visited once again last September on my birthday. It was another place that was trying to jog my memory.

Camelot 1191 (911)

The Sacred Sanctuary

Glasstone bury as with Ave bury is full of stone circle symbology trying to communicate something to us about our passt. Helping us to uncover those buried memories. I rewrote an old post The Memory Code and included more information relating to my own past over at the Sanctuary.

The Memory Code

It’s Flight Time

My walks these past few days have become even more surreal if you think things are going back to normal think again… things are just starting to hot up.

The blinding light is coming it is getting Sirius.

And the Virgin is also feeling the heat.

What dreams may come appears to be the theme.

and dream castles in the sky/sand (Camelot)

Then this just happens to be placed strategically in my path.

The Antibody

it would appear that we are the cure to the shadow of fear.

It is going to be a summer of love.

But it is too hot to handle so private eyes only.

And apparently having being locked up all this time cabin fever has finally set in.

The message is loud and clear.

And one thing is for certain.

Last summer when i was flying from Nashville to Toronto I got chatting to the guy beside me and he gave me his business card, I just laughed and shook my head which has always been my default reaction to this fantasy island.

There are a trinity of eclipses happening which we are in the middle of right now. It came as no surprise that I was struck down ill when the first one occurred on the 5/6th June.

However it is the final eclipse on the 4th July (Independence day) that I believe which will turn out to be significant for me personally.

As per usual I am currently surrounded by eclipse symbology.

RedRum

The solar eclipse on the summer solstice is going to be a ring of fire crown lasting 23 seconds. Which also happens to be a drinking game that my housemates and myself love to play.

However this game is definitely our favourite it is vicious though as in dog eat dog, it turns out I am quite good at it…no idea how.

Atomic Kitten

Finally to finish off according to this us sailors who are in the navi are trapped by the goddess in her magical net under the sea of forgetfulness.

Welcome to the dream world it is almost time to wake up and recover from our memory loss and claim back our lost corona and inheritance. We will meet again. For me it is time to pack my bags and head off for another adventure, exit through the gift shop, through the departure gate…… it’s flight time.

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