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This is not really a tool per say, although there are lots you will be able to do with this. This is about you consciously choosing to stand as the true master of self within your rightful state of being. This is you becoming the real you. It’s a preparation level and there are three initial aspects.

This will, open, purify, re-align & energise your being, taking what is out of date, un-needed, causing difficulties & blockages; everything you want to get rid of.  It also has a protective aspect and repairing aspect, especially for the aura.

You may feel: dizzy, disorientated, spinning, waves rushing around & through you or like you are being gently squeezed. You may hear of feel pops, rushing wind, heat and/or coolness. If you feel nothing, it is a good indication that you are not sufficiently grounded into your body. It’s a good idea to quickly ground before & after. Take lots of water with this too.

The colour of the MWF is Golden/White/Yellow, although there may be colour changes during use, as determined by your needs; but it will start this colour and end this colour, which gives us an extra indication of when the work is complete.

Methods of use:

1. Request the ring to come. It will descend from your Monadic Self, down the charkra column 5 times, expanding through each of the immediate bodies, going into Mother Gia and returning to Source; taking with it all that should not be and all that you wish to be rid of.

Timing will differ for each of us, but a good guide is about a minute for each passing or 5mins in total. You have not done it wrong if it takes a little longer and you may receive information during it progression through your being. Please do not overuse, energy overuse drains you and causes internal conflict & friction.

      2. As above, but will purify all bodies at the same time. This can happen very fast indeed and is more about immediate need, such as protection in a lower energetic environment or self defence against energetic attack (seen & unseen). This can also happen without warning, but we must give permission for this to happen first. It can be very intense. The energy will download and explode out of you. It made me physically jump and I will blog this experience later today. It was truly immense.

You can state this permission in your own way, but here is an example:

“I give consent to access my being, on my behalf, in accordance with & in support of Divine Plan & Divine Outcome to my Monad, Spiritual Directors & Personal Assistance Teams and ask for The Monadic Wheel of Fire to be ignited within me during moments of immediate need.”

      3, Ask a question which needs a Yes or No answer. Ask for the Wheel to descend with the answer. It will come down to your heart & then up to your third eye through the throat chakra. So, you will actually receive the answer three times. This is to cover all three kinds of learning, whether you are auditory, visual or kinaesthetic (feeling).  

If you are unsure about the answer or do not get a direct Yes or No, you can ask again. But the chances are that there is more information you need in order to make the choice. Maybe you asked the wrong question; maybe it does not matter which choice is made; maybe there is an important lesson involved; maybe something has to happen first, such as an insight or an event; maybe it’s a choice that seems undesirable that you need to walk through (that your mind does not like), but will lead then to a wonderful opportunity. Relax, be open & go with the flow. This aspect can be used as often as you wish, wherever you wish.

The most important aspect of using this is just to relax, trust & be open to whatever happens. It is sent by the Monad, so you don't have to worry about anything, or even ask for this & that to be taken, but you can if you want to.

"Most are under the impression that our first desire for you is to ascend, this is not true. Are you surprised? When you were created, you were given three gifts; The Freedoms of Will, Choice & Expression. Our first desire is for you to just be, to experience all that life has to offer. In other words your path, your creation, your destiny is entirely within your own hands. This does not mean that we are not here for you, guiding, advising and encouraging you to come back to full consciousness of your true self. It simply means that you are your own master. All that has been created & given to you, is in support of your freedom to choose to re-join the One Soul, as you truly are – free of all contaminations of un-real love. Our first desire is to simply be able to communicate with you on a conscious level again, to commune within the sharing of our beingness. You do not need to ascend to begin to experience this communion (for you already have it), but one must choose to be within the higher energies of life, of love, to be conscious of it. This is what this empowerment was created for. Ascension takes effort & time, but it need not be as difficult as some are choosing it to be. Nor need it be so confusing or complicated. Ascension is but another choice and we desire to clarify that journey for each of you and make it more direct for all. You are ever loved"

The Monad.

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Hope you have fun with this and do let me know of your experiences.

Gordon.

A gift from a child with sea-blue eyes and hair the color sand

Posted by Elizabeth Cusova

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sandcastle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

“Hello,” she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. “I’m building,” she said.

“I see that. What is it?” I asked, not caring.

“Oh, I don’t know, I just like the feel of sand.

“That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by.

“That’s a joy,” the child said.

“It’s a what?”

“It’s a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy.” The bird went glding down the beach.

“Good-bye joy,” I muttered to myself, “hello pain,” and turned to walk on. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance.

“What’s your name?” She wouldn’t give up.

“Ruth,” I answered. “I’m Ruth Peterson.”

“Mine’s Wendy… I’m six.”

“Hi, Wendy.”

She giggled. “You’re funny,” she said. In spite of my gloom I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.

“Come again, Mrs. P,” she called. “We’ll have another happy day.”

The days and weeks that followed belong to others: a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. “I need a sandpiper,” I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me.

The breeze was chilly, but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed. I had forgotten the child and was startled when she appeared.

“Hello, Mrs. P,” she said. “Do you want to play?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.

“I don’t know, you say.”

“How about charades?” I asked sarcastically.

The tinkling laughter burst forth again. “I don’t know what that is.”

“Then let’s just walk.” Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face
“Where do you live?” I asked.

“Over there.” She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.

“Where do you go to school?”

“I don’t go to school. Mommy says we’re on vacation.” She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.

Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed. Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.

“Look, if you don’t mind,” I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, “I’d rather be alone today.”
She seems unusually pale and out of breath.

“Why?” she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, “Because my mother died!” and thought, my God, why was I saying this to a little child?

“Oh,” she said quietly, “then this is a bad day.”

“Yes, and yesterday and the day before and-oh, go away!”

“Did it hurt? ”

“Did what hurt?” I was exasperated with her, with myself.

“When she died?” “Of course it hurt!” I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off. A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn’t there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

“Hello,” I said. “I’m Ruth Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was.”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Peterson, please come in” “Wendy talked of you so much.

I’m afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies.”

“Not at all-she’s a delightful child,” I said, suddenly realizing that I meant it. “Where is she?”

“Wendy died last week, Mrs. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn’t tell you.” Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. My breath caught.

“She loved this beach; so when she asked to come, we couldn’t say no.

She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly…” her voice faltered.

“She left something for you…if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?”

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something, anything, to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope, with MRS. P printed in bold, childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues-a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:

A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY

Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy’s mother in my arms. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I muttered over and over, and we wept together.

The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words- one for each year of her life- that speak to me of harmony, courage, undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea-blue eyes and hair the color sand— who taught me the gift of love. Ruth Peterson