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The Lost Chord…

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When dawn rolled across the parallel Earth, it was a new planet.

Spectral lights and rainbows emitting breathtakingly haunting sounds appeared everywhere–

from rocks, from rust, from dead machines.

The Lost Chord had been released at last.

New light, new sound prevailed everywhere.

And everywhere, it was a new planet.

Jose Arguelles,

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Finding that place in you that has been lost –

The Harmony of pure perfection, of balance, of Oneness…..
And so too, the Earth finds Her Lost Chord.

Her imbalance becomes balanced and Oneness returns to Earth and we are One again…

Healing, balancing, remembering – Holy, Sacred, Harmonizing, sound, truth, remembering…

The Word, the sound, The Sacred Chord…

HIGHEST ANGELIC BEING:

There’s music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

Lord Byron.

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The Lost Chord is amongst the selection of 65 Colour Matrix Essences.

Used as an Aura Cleansing Spritz – but more especially as a Bath Therapy.

http://www.colourmatrixessences.com


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The Invisible Thread…

“There are those days when it’s hard to put one foot in front of the other,

but those are the days when champions are created.”

♥~

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DAY: cold, bright, discord

WORD: challenge

COLOUR: red

FEELING: solitary

BODY: resisting

THE COLLECTIVE: a desire for love….

INSIGHTS: Long long ago and far, far away, 2 ‘almost humans’ came together for the purpose of going to a place called Earth to explore and have an adventure of being ‘only human.’ They were in joy, in love, in sinc and ready….

But, Earth was a hard school, with a harsher set of lessons but all too soon they drifted apart, drawn into world of ‘make believe.’ Finally the connection was lost and they lost touch.

Eons of time past, no word, no sign, no memory……

Then on a certain day, on the exact, perfect synchronised Timeline, invisible thread and magical Will…a thread was tugged, a feint echo of memory, their soul song whispered sweetly, but oh so silently, into their hearts….and as their heart opened wider, their mind and eyes too, with but the faintest recollection, yet it felt so true,  it sounded a call from Home…

The thread tightened and pulled, it became shorted and shorter….and it even began to glisten once more…for it originally had a golden hue.……

Each heard this call, this sound over and over…..and as they slept they sang…….and the call got louder and the thread tightened, it felt closer……It was not unlike Heaven, yet they knew that this was Earth!

And the day came when the sound and the tone and shining thread all met, and the 2 ‘almost humans’ could once more be at One, in sinc, in love and filled with love and a new found joy…They knew each other instantly, though they know not how…

 

“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.”

Anais Nin