I Don’t Know What This Is But I’m Grateful

Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree.

I knew today the blocks were breaking free when Maggie asked me to ask my guides something and I immediately got a full-fledged interactive vision that I relayed to her. It just…came. And I think it was as powerful for me as for her. I didn’t realize I had this in me to give or a channel to reach it for her. I’m awed by what I was allowed to see and transcribe for her. This is a new level of…I don’t know what it is.

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There is much work being done, much being rewoven to undo the damage that’s been done. I can feel it.

Meanwhile, my old friends continue to work magick without my permission—last night one openly told me so in email for the second time and told me to be grateful because without her help, I wouldn’t be able to do anything else, but if I really didn’t want her spellwork, she’d blow the candle out right then, to my detriment. She ignored my admonishment about unauthorized magick, especially with an intent counter to my own. Instead, she focused on her “good” intentions and rationalized away what she was doing. This is a violation of the one of the very first laws we were taught.

Suddenly I’m the one who’s being hurtful because I have told her not to do magick for me without my permission and especially when its intent is to make me accepting of what she wants me to believe and do? I wonder now how many times she’s done this in the past. She’s never done work for me before unless I’ve specifically asked for energy.

Why now? Why is she so desperate now?

So it’s time for me to look, I’m told. If I want answers, go ask. Not on this plane. I’ve gotten all the answers she’ll give me here, and they don’t feel right.

And then this is what I see. I write it as quickly as I can, going into the two-dimensional picture I’m shown in my mind. I don’t understand this, but I let it happen….

I have a feeling this is the beginning of a new phase for me…that the gift of seeing has come at last. And I don’t know what it is, but I’m grateful.


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