How I did my own personal wave this morning:
I feel disappointed. The new wave sign-up form that I waited patiently for, for an entire year, broke as soon as it was launched.
I lift this up to my Angels. Take this discouragement from me.
I want to give up. I want to quit.
I wait for the Light to reach me. I see it flowing in like water. It looks blue with white light mixed through it.
I watch it swirl into my chest.
I go back to any pain I am holding onto to dig up more. I find a reason for pain. I had written an email explaining how to use the sign-up form, but now have to let it go and start over. I lift up the frustration. The anger. The rage of this year of enduring tech challenges.
I sway and wait.
Here comes the Light.
A light blue light swirls around the back of my neck and shoulders.
I want to give up and let go and do something else for a living.
I rise up and become a strong pillar of white light. I roar and rage in power. I rise up. I see the white light of peace moving in. I see black text and code breaking up. I see text and code being erased. I see text and code being rewritten across a white surface. I see the eyes of good people and Guides focused on a large screen.
A beaming, smiling Guide presents me with a screen, like it’s gifting me with a new, clean, dry erase board.
I look at it and feel nothing. I’m not thrilled. I’m not excited. I don’t care anymore. Take this feeling from me.
I wait.
I see a spirit try to harm me. A black knife, a black ribbon. A black figure. Slashing at my neck. My voice.
I will not be stopped. In the name of God, in the name of the Light, I command all dark forces to flee from me now.
I whip spinning rays of yellow light out from me. I stand in the center as my energy spins like blades of light.
I clear the ground as if weed-eating the surface around me. I elevate the spinning cutting light upward to my hip level. I let it spin. There are people there that are getting caught in the clearing rays of light. Light blue light hitting their neck area where they were intentionally trying to harm me.
I wait.
I elevate the light to neck level. There are thrashing battles still going on there.
Since I was a child, spirits tried to break my neck in the haunted 250 year old West Virginia farmhouse. I am now safe and have grown taller in the last two months as my spine lengthens and muscles build.
“You cannot stop me,” I speak to the darkness.
I burn brighter.
As a pillar of white light, I sink into the earth.
I am not going anywhere.
I am here to stay.
Get thee behind me, Satan.
Far into the distance, I see vast, blue rings of Light that ripple and rotate out from me.
I am here.
I am strong.
Let’s get back to work.
ARIEL’S WEDNESDAY WAVE
ARIEL