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Today’s Content
1. Connect with Your Soul Group — Meditation 2. Second Excerpt of Novel, Legend of the Wren
With this meditation you can connect with the group of soul relations that you may not have been able to meet in this lifetime. We all belong to Soul Groups. Each group has a collection of souls who have experienced this earthly life together in one form or an other. Since you are so familiar with each other, then a bond has been formed. All who belong to this group progress together in similar ways through understanding and spiritual growth.
There are many in your particular soul group that are not in the physical body at this time in history, along with others you may encounter during your lifetime. You will recognize the souls from your group more easily after experiencing this meditation. Since you are all associated through spirit, then you can communicate on the spirit-level.
Meditation creates the environment for you to do that. It enhances your abilities to focus in one direction and not be interrupted by other-earthly events or thoughts. Sit back, quietly relax and silently read through this meditation.
Sit quietly for a moment. Pay attention to your breathing. No need to control it. Just pay attention to it. Now, be sure your mouth is closed. Only inhale and exhale through your nose.
Slowly inhale [count 1-2-3].
Slowly exhale [count 1-2-3].
Inhale again. Exhale. Continue until you feel centered and calm.
As you relax, recognize there is a presence near you. It is so close, and it seems so natural to be there. Your heart is beating at a regular pace and you are suddenly very aware of it. The presence is as close as your heartbeat. It’s easy to connect with something so familiar.
Your heart energy is wide open and the beautiful colors of green and pink are flowing through your heart center. They are colors of love and healing. It creates a sense of acceptance and warmth. Watch the flow of color energies for a few minutes....
...the pink and green energy ribbons swirl around in your mind...you can see them moving randomly, making unusual patterns and symbols.
...When you are in this state of being, you are aware of your entire soul group being present and connected to you. This connection can be seen by the colors that are flowing through your heart center.
The green and pink colors are showing you how your soulmates are intertwined with you and your experience.
[ continue to focus on your breath ]
Some of these souls will enter your life, either for a few days or a few weeks; some for much longer relationships. Other souls will enter your experience through your meditations, dreams, or influence you by impressions.
As you meet these souls in your life, you will recognize them by sensing one of the events from this meditation: you may see green or pink colors in your inner vision; you may feel your heart beating, or feel a sense of warmth and acceptance. These will be signs you can use to re-member your connection with one of the souls in this soul group. As long as your heart is open through love, you will know them.
Return to your breathing. Focus on your physical body. Be present in the moment, now. Come back to the point that you are awake and aware of who you are and why you first entered the meditation. Choose to be here now.
As you regularly use this meditation, you will commune with all the souls in your particular group: those that are not in the physical right now and those who will be coming into your physical reality soon. You will know without a doubt when you meet one of your soul group members.
Be sure to thank your higher self for being so loving and to assist you in all your encounters.
“Legend of the Old Wren,” How a Soul Group Accomplished a Twin Flame Phenomenon, by Melissa Leath
(If you have any ideas, see mistakes or confused passages, please help me fix them.) Get another cup of coffee… this is a long excerpt.
Chapter 1 Alpha –The Beginning, Age 5 (first section)
“Joseph Allen Walker”. The name was printed on the official label for the children’s home of Logan County. The letters were in bright red permanent marker. You could see it first – even before seeing the little boy behind it.
The name tag was pinned on to his jacket lapel like a boutonniere would be pinned to a boy’s prom suit. However, this was no prom he was going to. No prom indeed.
“Run, Joseph. Run!” was the only thing that kept going through his head. His mother’s last words, “Run, Joseph, Run.”
The social worker was driving him to a foster home in another town until he could be placed with a permanent family. After doing some research, it seemed there were no other family members surviving. Both his parents died in the fire, and they did not have any next of kin. Someone mentioned an aunt, perhaps his mother’s half-sister. But there was no other information available so the best thing at the time would be to place Joseph with a foster family
Joseph was in a state of trauma, perhaps post-traumatic stress due to the huge house fire and his parents being killed in the fire. He roamed in the fields for some time before the authorities even knew there was a child missing.
After children are exposed to distressing events that they have no control over, they can have debilitating emotional responses. If they are not addressed quickly, these feelings can freeze in time and the child is numb to the world, a kind of catatonic state. That was the reason to get Joseph to a family and stable environment as fast as possible. Treatment could start immediately to help him deal with the loss.
The car he was traveling in was a very plain and functional automobile. The worn-out silver color was not inviting to look at, but it did not bother the sympathetic woman who was driving it. The cracks in the dashboard and upholstery were only signs that the car was old enough to be free and clear of monthly payments. “Badges of courage” are what she called them, proud that she had it paid for.
But her car was not the topic of thought for her this day. It was the young boy sitting next to her: Joseph Allen Walker. Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of his ordeal over the past weeks.
As young Joseph traveled in the car, his look was blank: a deadpan stare. His eyes are fixed and unresponsive. No matter which way the car turned, his body automatically adjusted to the movement, but there was no change in his expression. His gray eyes looked like glass. They didn’t move around to follow the signs along the road or even the occasional cat or dog running by.
The season was trying its best to change. Even though the spring bulbs were peeping up to the sun light, many remnants of the horrid winter were lingering. Leafless trees looked like morbid skeletons reaching for him. The day was overcast and gray, except for the small beams of light that cracked from the clouds every now and then. A few robins flit around the ground as the car stopped at the last light in town. But Joseph Allen Walker did not notice anything
The pale color and expression never changed from his face.
The trip became long and tedious, forever winding in and out of the back-country roads. At one time, Joseph looked up at the driver. For a moment he really looked at her and saw that she was a robust, but soft looking woman. The sixty-four years had worn smooth, comfortable wrinkles in her face and neck. Her hand left the wheel long enough to pat his small hand for a moment. A warm smile came to her face as she looked at him.
“Who is this? “But those eyes of his went back into a deep stare.
Had it been another time, Joseph would have reacted to her friendship with a gleam in his eye, asking many questions. A five-year-old boy is always full of questions – and gleaming eyes – and love in his heart for all things. But not this time. Joseph just stared. The blank expression on his face matched the blank feeling in his heart and mind.
The trip seemed to last for hours. They stopped at one point by a roadside rest. His guardian rummaged in the trunk for a short time and pulled out a cooler of sandwiches and drinks. She spread a blanket on a soft spot of new, tufted grass, and then guided Joseph to the prepared picnic. He sat down and quietly ate a sandwich and drank juice. He continued to stare the entire time.
There was a creek nearby, and the woman ambled over to it with Joseph’s hand in hers for a change of scene. But Joseph’s scene did not change.
His blank look troubled the woman as she spoke, “Joseph, do you see the small fish in the creek? And that frog over there, can you catch it? Please, Joseph, talk to me – look at me.”
But Joseph never changed expression. He did not even recognize the words she was saying. She walked him back to the car reluctantly, to return on their journey.
Joseph had no idea where his was going, or why he was in the car. In fact, he didn’t even realize that he was traveling. The child almost resembled an automaton. If he moved at all, the movements were mechanical, with no meaning behind them. Joseph sat still as his protector reached over him to latch the seat belt. She heard it click but did not notice as it slipped out of the broken clasp.
As she started the car and prepared to return to the road, the social worker reviewed her client’s history in her mind. One week ago, today, is when it happened.
That horrid fire. The investigator said it started in a section of faulty wiring in the family’s new home. Imagine, just moving into your new dream home. A house you spend years planning and saving for, and then losing your lives because a shady contractor used defective materials. The fire spread quickly through the electrical wires, the officials said, destroying the whole house.
Joseph was in the family room on the floor playing with his ball and jacks. The ball had rolled under a chair, and he was trying his best to reach it as the room started to fill with smoke.
His mother yelled to him, “Joseph, run! Go outside right now and run! – Joseph, quickly, run!” He heard her calling out to him but seemed like it was from another room. So, he started to search for her.
Then he got afraid when he saw the smoke and called out for her. But all he heard was his mother telling him to run out in the field in front of the house and stay there. No matter what happened, he was to stay there.
“I’ll be right there, Joseph. Go and run out to the field right now!”
As he turned with a confused expression on his face, someone grasped his hand and pulled him out the front door, through the front yard, across the country road and into the field.
Once he was outside, Joseph looked up expecting to see his mother running in front of him, taking him to safety. But there was no one there. He still felt the pressure of someone holding his hand and pulling him, but there was no one there. He was so puzzled as to what was going on, but he kept running. As he turned back to see where his mother was, he saw the fire engulfing the house. Heavy smoke was billowing out and the flames were coming out the windows.
His mother was nowhere to be seen. He hid behind a small bush nearby and peeked out to see what was going on. Joseph instinctively started to run back to the house to find his mother. Just as he gained some speed, there was a huge explosion that spewed fire, black smoke, and wooden pieces into the air. The blast knocked him over. As he looked again at his house and for signs of his mother, he ran deeper into the field.
It was late in the afternoon, and his father pulled up to the house just as a county volunteer fire brigade come into the drive. Sirens were blaring, his father was frantically running into the house calling for Joseph’s mother.
The firemen were just getting out of the trucks and were not able to stop the man from going into the house. Just as they started to follow him, the front of the structure collapsed. Those men, and his father never came out. They were in there with his mother.
Joseph was not able to process what was happening. The fire got bigger. It took too long for the firemen to access the pond down the back of the property. Since it was a new home and property, they were not familiar with the water location. The house quickly was consumed along with his parents and two firemen.
What seemed to be hours passed. Joseph had fallen back onto the ground. As he tried to get up, his foot slipped and he fell again, this time hitting his head as he fell.
He laid there until the night was very dark. As he started to stir, he heard people calling his name. At least, that is what it seemed to be. But there were strange lights moving around, it looked like strobe lights at the county fair he attended with his folks. But his head felt thick, and his ears were ringing. He did not understand what was going on and blacked out again.
Shortly after, the search party found Joseph. It had been several hours before they even knew he was missing. When his body was not found in the burned rubble of the house, they started to worry he was outside wandering around.
Not too many people of the area knew Joseph since the family was new to the area. But a few mothers had seen him playing with the Amish kids that walked by several times a week.
For that split second, the social worker was distracted by her concern for Joseph and pulled out in front of a large delivery truck as it was making the curve in the road.
It was inevitable. The truck smacked straight into the driver’s side of the car. The door on Joseph’s side came open. His seat belt gave way and he fell out of the car.
As Joseph rolled across the ground, his head hit a rock and he slumped next to it. The car careened into a large tree. The social worker was knocked out, and her head was bleeding.
The truck driver tried to assist the social worker, but she was not responsive. He ran to his truck and called his dispatcher to report the accident and send out an ambulance.
In the rush and confusion of the accident, the truck driver did not notice Joseph at all. He had no idea there was a boy lying in another area away from the car.
Joseph starts to move very slowly. His head has a large scrape on it with a lump forming on his forehead. He starts to wander in the direction of a field of overgrown weeds and brush. Somehow, it looked safe, and he lost himself in the cover of it. Joseph had much difficulty concentrating but he was able to react instinctively.
Suffering from the trauma of his parents dying in a fire, and seeing his house collapse consumed Joseph’s thoughts. So much, that his mind simply shut down as a protection mechanism.
Every time he is faced with another traumatizing event or something that appears as fearful, he instinctively moves towards something that seems safer. Every fear-based trigger activates a protective response. So, heading in a safe direction, even if that is a bush or shrub or clump of grass felt like a defensive move. It felt right.
Thaks so much for reading… I’ll share more next month!
Melissa Leath writes A Mystics Journal on Substack. She supplies outrageous metaphysical babble/rant from a modern-day mystic's viewpoint and provides workshops about empowerment and psychic/metaphysical development. Her books Psychic Integrity, The Respected Practice of Modern-Day Mystics (Balboa Press, division of Hay House Publishing) and Does Your Child See Sparkles? are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Melissa’s long-term study includes years of group development, platform mediumship, meditation, becoming a spiritual medium and minister and a BA in Metaphysical Counseling. She has worked with 10s of thousands of clients in USA and other countries, taught development classes for 12 years and settled into online workshops.
Please contact Melissa at melisssaleath@gmail.com.
