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Saint Oran Speaks is a blog of messages channeled through M. E. Jones from Saint Oran, the Druid of the Hebrides. After a long rest on an ancient island, he has returned with messages from spirit. Thank you for bearing witness to the unfolding . . . NEW content on the way!

Friday, February 8, 2008

The Saint and the Sewing Machine (message #6)

February 8, 2008


Dear Friends,
This is Oran. Your brother and your kin. Please see the good in all. Know that however dark the shadows become there is always always light. Be not lost in the illusion of this world.

It [this world] is a real as a chalkboard slate-- you may erase and rewrite your choices and alter the direction of your life as soon as you think of a thought. Sooner! Instantly.

Yes. I am real. A real human man living on the Isle of Iona. The guardian of this mystery, allowing me to write-- to communicate is the medium. For her assistance I am grateful. But, these are my words. You, Gilded Butterfly guide the pen, like fabric through a sewing machine. I electrify the stitches and create the design. This is information for those who are now asking, “how does this work?” Quite simply.

And now that you realize I can communicate with your through thought you may ask your question.


. . .
(There is a pause in the writing. . .)

Yes, there is life where I am. There is a version of my life, happening as memory around me. I choose to remain connected to many human ideas associated with my life on earth. No. Not a haunting. I live without illusion. Hauntings occur when there is no realization that the body is no longer in service. Cornwall. There is a King of Cornwall who is not aware that his body is “gone” and he haunts the battle site where he fell ions ago (I think he means eons, but in the quantum sense, ions may be exactly what he means). It is just like a human being remembering some form of wound. An emotional event over and over. That is a haunting, too.

How do you break this? You must realize that you are dreaming, and wake. Wake thyself. It is simple to do so. Let go of the wound. Let the skin close around it and heal. This is something to be learned.


Go now, my kin.

Blessings from Home.

Oran

(he draws the a-frame house)

4 comments:

adriana said...

I just want to say that I am reading and listening and trying to understand.

There is a lyric I've written for one of our new songs that is exactly in line with something said in this post. I thank you for the affirmation.

Saint Oran Speaks said...

Hello Adriana!

Thank you so much for reading. . .
Well, all I can say is, this is the truth. A truth. Answers are found when we accept the awe. . .

Thank you for wondering and being in it with me.
--The Gilded Butterfly

Liara Covert said...

Hi Gilded Butterfly.
Some people believe they will only awaken from this dream they call life when death comes and they pass over to the other side. Like Oran, I sense we can awaken ourselves sooner. We must simply be willing to open up repressed feelings, learn and deal with them. This requires courage to face perceived fear and the desire to break through emotional chains that bind.

Saint Oran Speaks said...

I also think it's important to realize that life goes on, forms change, clocks, and time, and chronology are human constructs-- as difficult as it is to let go of the human experience-- it simply isn't the only form of living there is.