All the World’s a Stage

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
Photo by Rob Laughter on Unsplash
I have never seen or read this play but as I sat during a meditation the words kept rolling around my mind. When I asked them to leave, they kept coming back. Sometimes after a meditation I will open my eyes and start writing. Today for whatever reason I chose to close my eyes and I feel as if the message came through clearer. I always thought these messages came from the Universe/Source/Upstairs or whatever you want to call it. However, I have finally come to the realisation that my channelled messages are coming from a group of higher beings called The Pleidians. I have inadvertently been channelling the Pleidians for some time without realising it. From the age of 18 when I told a group of classmates we were put here as part of a big experiment to recently telling anyone and everyone who would listen that the word ‘should’ needed to be eradicated from the dictionary.
I have finally come to accept this fact and I trust what they tell me. It is always loving and guided. My channelling helped me write part of A Gentle Hug for the Soul and is also helping with my second book, although it has no name yet.

Boris Johnson and Ladies with Lollies

I wanted to share this piece with you that I wrote today especially after some of the crazy news that was in the papers last week. There was an article on women being warned not to put ice lollies in particular areas. In case you didn’t read it and are interested here is the link https://www.mirror.co.uk/lifestyle/health/women-warned-not-put-ice-18773113. There was also news of a certain MP becoming the new Prime Minister, Boris Johnson. He has been on the political circuit for a while now and hasn’t always been taking seriously. I wonder if this will change?
Anyway, here is the piece I channelled today which I feel lends some explanation for the whole craziness going on right now
28/7/2019
I went to a Chinese restaurant
To buy a loaf of bread. bread, bread
He wrapped it up in a five pound note a
And this is what he said, said, said
My name is Eli Eli
Chickali Chickali
Roli Poli
( This was the start of a clapping song I used to sing as a child)

Channelled piece of writing following this song

Nonsensical. Songs. We sing songs that make no sense. Yet when we live in a nonsensical world we try to make sense of it. We try to apply logic and reason. It doesn’t work. The world is changing so you can see it for what it really is. It has become disturbing and a farce. The curtains will fall. Like at the end of a play. The actors will disappear behind them and all that will be left is the audience, the observers, the seers. You will be left wondering where they have gone. They have fulfilled their duty and purpose. Now it is time for you to rise up to yours. 
When all the actors on the stage have left with their dramas and stories. What are you left with? A sense of awe and wonder? Or a sense of disappointment? What can I do now? You wonder? Where am I or who am I without the drama, the excitement and those I have been merely watching. Tune inwards and find your inner frequency. Where is it? 
I never know what I am going to write or what subject we are writing about, I act merely as the channel and I didn’t want to be one. I told upstairs I didn’t want to be the one speaking to higher beings and talking about it. But you know what? This is me. I channel. And I know I need to share these channelled writings with you.
I hope it brings something to you and as ever I would love to hear your thoughts.
Love and light
Lindsay

What is channelled writing?

Last year when I was writing my book I did some channelled writing. It was the first time I had done this and I wasn’t sure how or what to do. Some people suggest pretending to write or writing swirly lines before you start and words start to become visible and go with the flow. I didn’t intend to do automatic or channelled writing. I was stuck on a section of my book. I took myself outside into the garden. I took 3 deep breaths and asked for some help with my book. When I felt ready I opened my eyes and started writing. The words that I wrote were very general and weren’t necessarily words I would write. Does that make sense?

I have noticed this month that words are coming more freely and easily. Yesterday I was cooking dinner in the kitchen for the kids and I felt annoyed so this time I didn’t even meditate. I just wrote! And I felt as if again this is generic enough that I can share it here.

Why am I feeling frustrated?

Because I didn’t feel like going out today

AND

I’m tired

AND

I don’t feel there’s space in the house

AND

I didn’t sleep well last night

AND

I haven’t eaten enough fruit

AND

I haven’t drunk enough water

AND

I wanted an afternoon nap

AND

Fresh air

AND

My boiler is broken

AND

I need to look after me

AND

Rest

AND
Rejuvenate

AND

Make time

AND

Be kind to me

AND

Love me

AND

Accept the things I can’t control

AND

Be Happy Inside

AND

Be calm

AND

BE 🙂

 

Sometimes we can concentrate so much on the negatives and forget about the positives and I feel this poem shows how eventually you run out of the crap and reasons you’re feeling crap and eventually focus on what you need. I hope this means something to you as I strongly feel it wasn’t a message just for me, so if it resonates let me know!

Love and light

Lindsay x