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The Mouse and the Lion. Part 2. So what is the thing here? To deep dive into the black water, the inverted mirror to find the pearls. A lot of us know/think/believe that there is disruption/subversion around us, and that deep down, the subversions have worked against us /and are working constantly to disempower us. Welcome to The veil !!! And so after a while we are accustomed to it and CAN'T see its bars. Either... growing in that space but only in accordance with the limitations of that space, caused by and imposed by the type of energy frequency that spawns that space/.... with those fences, and that we have lived in and grown up in behind the bars. Seemingly, now we are growing 'through' the bars and need somehow to either make more room (in the veil) or break free from the Veil. The bars, the fences, can be revealed to us when we have outgrown them, and maybe ONLY WHEN we send parts of ourselves out there--- beyond them, is only when we get to see the bars. The bars can be anger bars or anything really that feels strong and heavy in its overgrowth of reaction and reactivity, and therefore ONLY acts to weigh us down....but we don't always see the type or colour of self restriction that we wear. Again, the restrictions involved is a type of self policing and self correcting albeit we can have been tricked into said reactivity. //// Even if there is an outwardly existing force of opposition that creates the duality which we are reactive to, which were the 'causes' and 'ruptures' in our space time.... \\\\\ We actually have to see it before we can take it apart. So the mouse was busy setting itself free first, by moving between and under the bars of the fence, i.e. separating itself from the carnage it felt growing around her, and finally comes back to look through the bars and SEE the Lion it has grown into. And she looked at the bars of the fences in the veil to see why the veil became so powerful. Where the courage and heart of the lion had been tricked into being locked away. Behind bars. The emotion build up....was too heavy to leave the bars. I am not saying that the reasons are not valid...they are. But what I am saying is that it may have been the 'required experience ' to get tricked into, hooked into, and lock into the tricks and triggers that would ultimately... keep it locked in there. And to free from that, you have to see them.. The veil that we contrived to keep going around us because that was THE part of us that we knew and identified with, and where we are seen, and thought of, as 'separate entities' : all alone and as the victims in a victim-victimiser existence.. separate. and abandoned No god, no goodness, no nothing. ...where the golden grid cannot be seen as it requires a perception difference that is not accessible inside the veil....So you Cannot see or experience THE golden grid...even if you KNOW it is there. Faith is stretched and ripped open to see what actually lies there... The FEAR of death, and The bones of Fear.... albeit inherited, or residues of lifetimes of stewing in a certain frequency. So the mouse realises, because she is clever, ( and also by doing this work she becomes strong, and stronger in courage and the heart) and brave enough now to look through the bars, and SEE the contrived circumstances that has kept the lion """fierce""" in its anger/pride/anguish etc. while the lion is tucked away from sight in the veil....and so she comes back to gnaw at the ropes that has kept the magnificence of the lion bound up in its detriment, to its detriment. She finds the bread crumb clues that only a mouse can, and tears and tears, and worries and worries.... she gnawed at, swallowed and digested the information, from the threads of the ropes, as only a mouse can ....and by doing so she releases, one by one, the threads until the rope breaks. During this time, the ego /// the hurt wound, the crux is given time to heal by revealing layer by layer what grew into the personality, the ego in defence of the things hidden in the heart. The lion. The protector of the heart. The holder of the courage. The brave beast that we all are and that was kept hidden by the camouflage that we think is safer to wear in the veil, where our identities were curated to keep us in the veil. The final piece here for me is the anger....Anger is carried in the hips--- and tells in your walk, and can make your walk, swagger.... as only an anger-filled swagger can. THIS is seen only when you S...L...O...W... down and stop, for long enough to see HOW you are walking through the veil. HOW YOU ARE MOVING THROUGH THE VEIL is an indication of the anger, or OF ANY STOPPERED POWER that you have relinquished to the veil. The 'stoppered' power (denied or suppressed) Is your very own resource of power.... gone somewhere else...!!! So for example, if you have self policed yourself or are fearful of exhibiting a full expression of anything...to keep you safe in the veil you will avoid said conflict, and over the years the avoidance of the full expression of your anger, (which is of course necessary to express) ...will be equal in power to the build up of repressed and unexpressed emotion, in this case anger, in your subconscious. And is feeding the veil, powering IT up. and keeping it thick and gooey. How you walk through life. HOW you MOVE THROUGH LIFE will be in response to that condition of suppression. L oss of power, Avoiding anger....AND so the resulting algorithm of the veil (THE KARMA SEEKING BALANCE condition/dynamic) will continue to deliver things to your door that will make you angry. XXXXXXX It is a personal endeavour to see the repeating patterns, as in continuously having reasons to be angry XXXXX is cause enough to stop and look and see that EVEN THOUGH alll the reasons are genuine reasons, emotions and intelligence, reactions and responses... AND EVEN IF the said reasons reach out into the cosmos of conspiracy and imprisonment and so on....THE TRIGGER>>>>the trigger is only possible to reach you as anger..... because you have been denied...or you denied yourself, for some reason or other...(as in you learned that its safer to avoid conflict) or you came a space where there is NO conflict and you have no understanding of it. Or the balance was needed between light and dark to take full advantage of the powers of strong emotions, such as anger and to do that, you needed to immerse yourself up to your eyeballs in it. XXXXXX The lion facilitates that we are ALL """sovereign anyways""" we just need to learn to claim that...to move on when we are done being clowns. XXXX A sidenote here. I went to a second book shop in London's Brunswick a few days ago, and I Usually love the vibe of old books and book shops. WELL I used to anyway. After a while I felt suffocated with all the rows and rows, book cases upon bookcases and trolleys laden and over filling with the written word...and the dust of it. Mounds of words, the words that we spill out and spew out and fall out from our cluttering minds... and hearts, that all HAVE TO BE delivered onto a page so that we can breathe relief, and get some respite from NOT fully expressing ourselves. The shedding and sharing of the 'words and meanings' information that grows inside our heads...becomes more demanding and tech has brought in faster and faster ways of doing this...Everyone has a voice that has to be let out...RIGHT NOW....right or wrong, and gone are the days of the old, with now yellowing and dusty pages of yesterdays LONG held thoughts, and beliefs, lying there, dying, waiting for retrieval by anyone who could pick it up and revive it. Crazy thoughts by me, i was quite sad at having to let that love for old books and old book shops go. Relinquish that attachment and where it attaches to our identity's. It shows that we need to have rigorous crop rotation in our minds and curate our thoughts consciously, not just keep regurgitating what is set on repeat....because we cant know WHERE that originated from either...A TRICK or A TREAT !!! Either way it could be what keeps us in the veil. Michaela.

The Mouse and the Lion. Part 1. Imagery of Soul retrieval in August ..... A continuation from the previous post, (Tuesday, 1 September 2026 The post that was held back in draft from June 9th. Now posting today.) So I had been busy for a long time, putting 2 and 2 together and coming up with 4000. )...... AND with reference to the last post linking Aqua Gem ..... So back in the middle of the depths of the shadow work, already described as taking up much of this year....And .analysing it through metaphors and symbols...//a language your own heart codes for you, when you can't trust the WORDS or 3d comms\\ so 'allowing' imagery for description of the """stuck in the park """ eerie energy , and why was that? And for whose benefit? I read it as: a LARGE part of me was in there, in a child's idea of darkness locked in a subconscious mess. (Returning yet a again to inner child work) and without going into alot of detail in explaining the outside world situations that were being reflected by that imprisonment...and only having a small timid source available to me, (but that was clever and went about her business unobserved..) .I had a vision of a mouse....and of a lion. The mouse had been able to get under and through the railings of PARK, the railed off area, (disguised as a park that me kept in there...) and I will try to keep this short, as I can't even mention each and everything that was seen and observed and that I was directed to and found answers too, but can only mention that.... which comes up to be mentioned...So the mouse---- I could see her face, she was able to leave the perimeter of the railings around the eerie twilight park....The Lion was INSIDE the park...locked in. The small mouse was the small part of me allowed out, or that could get out from under the restrictions...(and maybe not every one has a mouse that can venture about the Veil) but remains small to do so. But the fact is, the mouse is clever...and keeps about her business unwatched. Unobserved, unheard, above the noise, because there is only a little mouse voice. The Mouse appeared to show the small part of me THAT had escaped...And it was shown that The LION was imagery of the LARGE PART of me Locked in...(in the veil? the reincarnation return? lost/ and angry...very angry) A Lion with a Lions roar that was locked away...(anger? ) At the continued injustices for me and for the collective....But the manner of the locking away was HOW the railings of the park keep you locked into the subconscious...and that has been subverted...And the mouse returned for the LION...IN AUGUST. The lions gate. So the LION--- had become huge in its energy of being stoppered UP. I mean a huge energy of being stoppered-up, only goes to create further....and contribute further... in real-time ITS OWN energy of being being stoppered-up and shackled( in the veil). Are you with me?...It's own imprisonment and anger to that...is ITSELF a self-fulfilling agency of detention..???? So what to do? The MOUSE and LION. That the lion felt so helpless... it WAS helpless... The perceptions in the veil are to KEEP you in restriction and quarantine so to speak...Or imprisoned by your own efforts of seeing only the part of you that is locked in...The perception that is cleverly managed and arranged by your own machinations at a very critical time, Usually due to trauma and other EITHER imposed restrictions, or karmic balance in operation until you do the work as a fledging (divine aspect, in centrifuge--- to fling out and away from you, what it is not you...accrued over life times of reincarnations..) That means to go deep inside, under the sea or into the underworld to SEE what you really are. I will end with an interjection, one of Easops fables. See Below. It is not a direct likeness to my story but links somehow. //// end of part 1. Michaela.

A summary easops Fable. The lion and the mouse. XXX A tiny mouse repays a lion’s mercy, showing that even the smallest creature can help the greatest. Story Summary In the fable, a mighty lion is sleeping in the forest when a little mouse accidentally runs across his nose, waking him. The lion captures the mouse, intending to eat her, but the mouse pleads for her life, promising to repay the favor someday. Amused but generous, the lion lets her go XXX . Some days later, the lion is caught in a hunter’s net and cannot free himself. Hearing his roars, the mouse recognizes him and quickly gnaws through the ropes, setting the lion free. The lion realizes that even a small creature can be of great help

(Its Time...to know the veil and to cut from that.) Sleep / Death / Darkness: The Three Brothers of the Astral are testing for neutrality + / - Sep 1, 2026 Aqua Gem Oracle AquaGem Oracle.."15:07 That was the whole problem is that the gates fell, the stargates fell and were corrupted and the grid fell and was corrupted. And then these gods that now 15:16 are usurping the mind taking our own god's sovereign freedom and free will from within ourselves. 15:24 Okay? So it's like we're giving our power away to these things and or depends on which way you look at it. Chicken and the egg. 15:34 Dragon eggs have also been coming up. 15:35 nodal points, nadial shifts, energetic releases, karmic clearings and openings, all of that happening at a a much deeper 15:45 level than we've previously been able to access. And these are the gates that we're talking about here. It's like literally the gates into the 15:52 subconscious mind, the underworld of the self being opened. And that's why we need to be aware that we we can't have anybody trespassing there. Because when 16:01 gates open, not only does stuff come out, but stuff can go in. Do you see what I'm saying here? That's why this needs to be not manufactured for global 16:09 consumption. "

The post that was held back in draft from June 9th. Now posting today. A note to add, is that I had been reading Gabor Mate work a year or two in advance regarding Truama, and ADHD, I had been working in Eucational Psychologist office and had learned a lot about the diagnosis for ADHD and ADD and Autism, But I was interested too in Gabor Mate's work... So I had been busy for a long time, putting 2 and 2 together and coming up with 4000. (....and edited again today, apologies for bad typos and wrong grammar, but I am not writing a journal, not authoring a novel. But rereading this has linked me back to the spirit of soul retrieval) Post from June 9th 2026 ////// Black Dog s and hungry Ghosts. Healing Purge. 1. as mentioned in previous post. HUNGRY GHOSTs. Playground, parks. not going going home...kicked out of heart. Strenuous and tenuous stretching of nervous system. Black Dog and little black doggy. All streaming in and converging. Will be hard to talk about each one separately as they contrive to bring coherence and culmination to my heart wound healing, which began consciously in my 20's. This may all sound woo-woo or gobbledy-gook to you, but healing is the retrieval of fragments which were lost in many many places, and will need a woo-woo map to find. So I am presenting the various streams of synchronicity's and the metaphors, in the way they are showing up and as chronologically arranged as possible... in the lead to tying it all up neatly into a bow.

XXXX In my 20's, when I first started angelic healing and card readings, the 'healing your heart' kept showing up. I kept thinking, why? what is wrong with my heart? XXXX1. There have been synchronicities circulating alot, these are recurrig hints, and haunts, jingles, chimes, words phrases and metafors..To do with parks and playgrounds. Mainly beginning with me, in the last two months, returning to visit a local park, now regularly, with the puppy. A park I used to play in when we moved to the area in 1977. when I was 12. XXXX. I have always carried an eerie feeling with me, like the feeling of an empty park or playground at twilight when there is no one around. XXXX. Last 6 months have been intensifying with emotional pains. The last few months has increased outside manifestations causing this grief to be exhausting. the last two weekend especially so. Recovering from the weekend just past, when i do get the chance to breathe into whats happening, i get random illustrations of whats happening in visual imagery. The first visual imagery 'post-it notes' were of a white, translucent flesh or tissue that was hurting with a throb, lying unmoving, conscious but not conscious. Then, later it was of a knife cutting into it. It was at this stage, that i realise that the tissue was like the flesh and water of blisters, that had grown around a wound. The knife going in was excruciating and left me speechless. And helpless, I had to surrender as I was not sure what was going on..Aas the weekends events got harder to bear psychically, (you have to realise that this is all psychic shadow work and the outer physical me is usually coping with everything on the surface by Masking. So no one would be seeing 'this'. There is more to this , but that is for discussion another day). The Later part of the visual imagery was the knife loosening a pearl under the tissue material and retrieving it as If from from the flesh of an oyster. Later the knife was used to cut a tendon/ligamnet like tissue that seemed to be cording the pearl to the tissue and was ripe to be cut. As if Cord cutting. Pearl. A pearl of wisdom had been accrued and had reached cultivation. This underwater imagery of deep sea diving, comes often to me, and is linked with being under or drowning in the emotions beneath the surface, that perhaps you are not quite aware of. XXX The black dog is long associated with depression. Our old pet cat died brutally sadly in feb, and I was greiving in a way which deep and seemed to be actually trawling back through my whole life and allowing me to touch the pain of past griefs that were not able to be processed, or that were tooo deep to be found, but were calling from somewhere. I was assisted in my grief for the cat, by giving myself permission to cut myself off and giving space to feel it, as Often before i was not allowed to/did not know to/life gets in and does not give you time to /// Anyway It was not my plan, and still deep in grief, life situations bought a little black shaggy puppy to live in our home. The depression I felt, and was quite OKAY to continue with as it felt comfortable and familiar to be in, was looking at this little black doggy now, quite bemused, in the same way a BIG OLD BLACk DOG would be watching the antics of a little black doggy scampering about, playing eating, chewing everything, finding their voice from baby woof to surprising little bark. The theme was not lost on me, I had been be shown my black dog, by looking at the little black doggy. And the the 'old black dog' living under the stairs in my heart, started to melt, and it felt warmth and protective, motherly and nurturing towards this new baby. Little black doggy. charge. So we, They, me, now spend most of our time together.Nothing grwon up and serious gets done properly, as I write now little black doggy is asleep by my feet. And so here is where I lead us back to the park....I spend a lot of time taking little black doggy for walks around the park. Her little heart is so full of life, i feel it beating and enjoy how she loves the feeling of 'life' in her body as it gives rise to jumps runs wines and barks, licks and love and the affection that only a dog owner would know. It is delightful to watch each outburst of delight at and the slighteset of movements she is enthralled with being herself totally. And she needs me too. I had never had a dog before and never felt inclined to be tied to the dependant nature. XXXX The emphasis here is one that is leading me back to the exuberant child, I once was. Always out, always playing, but in very dark places. Without the whole story you just have to take my word for it. XXXX I was exhausted today and really ready for a meditation aftre a crazy weekend. Not easy with little black doggy. But finally she falls asleep by me and I could NON SLEEP DEEP REST, chill, go into meditation and I asked for metaphors and clarity. The image came up of a park and the playground space. it was eerie. Not especially the park near me, but of the empty TWILIGHT park and playground of my earlier world, as a child, in my psyche. As children we would roam in feral gangs into the three or four parks in the nearby area, and sometimes be there til late. In the visual meditation, in this space it was twilight, and scary, and being in the playground was not a place to be for a young child. There were two men also, but my images played down their role, and is something to possibly come back to if I decide to delve deeper. But the overall narrative was along the lines of: Being in the park was safer than Home. Which does not seem strange to me, but obviously questions arise which I have addressed in earlier healing. The feeling I am left with, is " Its safer being in a twilight zone, in a playground and park, where children remain, who do not feel safe in their homes....." XXXX HUNGRY GHOSTS is a book by Gabor Mate. I started looking into his work on trauma over three years ago. Everything he wrote made sense and helped me to accomodate, and shift space for a very particular healing of childhood trauma. Which was also running pararrel to the familal and ancestral healing I was already doing both consciously and unconsciously. Towards which, there is a cumulative coherence arrived at today in this space. Hungryy ghosts in the context of the meditative space today was of lost children finding paths through dangerous forests, without the guidance of parents, who had long ago lost themselves in different forests. But maybe that is the story. I had thought I was same as everybody else, it took me 50 years to try to accomplish that, before realising I was most definitely NOT. Then it took the last 5 years to break that down completely, and see HOW I am very different, and then the last 2 years to find out who I actually am. Thecamera showing me through the healing lens stopped on the image of a child who could not feel safe at home and was always to remain 'outside'...which fermented and repeated out, over the years, right up till later life, and in different ways, bringing similar protagonists of the same quality into my sphere. Bringing the same kind of 'hurts and dangers' Outside Inside, and the result is being kicked out of my heart. Not able to find safety there. Remember this is meditative symbols and metaphores of the psyche and of the astral, where the strong thoughts and imense are pushed out to, to fill and exist in that realm. XX Kicked out of my heart, is the space of heart healing where you never really in this life, felt safe enough to be who you are and aloud with your voice, in your hearts space. Taking residence in your heart space spiritually is one thing, but physically is quite another. The healing meditation today showed me the journey of being in the forest, of being in the twilight park, has found a stride to where the child finds solidarity with a 'future presence', that has rescued something that the child did not know was lost, and did not know needed rescuing. In the last of the visual imagery, a father conjured itself out of ME, out of my skin and bones and stepped from the future, a grown divine masculine figure, to come back to the park and pick up the child, take her home and show her it was safe. The image was a familiar one of my now adult son. A male adult who shows such cute love to the little black doggy, in such a way that it blinked its way into my healing meditation, and showed me the futures gift of a soft kiss on the head, salved the way open. for a little girl from the past.

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To provide backdrop for my black dog/black dragon posts. XXXX This post was originally drafted earlier in June of this year, toward the rise of temp and the mid summer solstice. I didn't post it then as it was against the back drop of some very deep and intensive shadow work, and was intended to come out with the following post, that i have had to to cut back too, but only to get the Black dog theme out there as something both intense and exhilarating when you decide to spend time with yourself in shadow work...putting it politely A note to add here is that I was born on the day that Winston Churchill was buried. (Posted from draft, June 9 2026). ////// BLACK DOG. (leading on to my next post. Black dog and hungry Ghosts).... Copilot Search: The "black dog" is a metaphor for depression, representing a persistent, heavy, and often invisible presence that saps energy, joy, and motivation. Origins and Historical Context The term "black dog" has roots in folklore and literature. In British and European traditions, black dogs were often seen as supernatural creatures or omens of death, such as the Black Shuck in East Anglia or the Moddey Dhoo on the Isle of Man, symbolizing fear and inescapable darkness scienceinsights.org scienceinsights.org . The metaphorical use of the black dog to describe depression dates back to at least the 18th century. Samuel Johnson, the English lexicographer, referred to his own melancholia as a "black dog" in 1776, capturing the sense of a dark, unrelenting presence that follows a person scienceinsights.org scienceinsights.org . Winston Churchill later popularized the term, describing his own bouts of depression as having a "black dog on his back" scienceinsights.org scienceinsights.org +1 . Psychological and Metaphorical Meaning The black dog metaphor vividly illustrates how depression can feel like a constant companion, shadowing daily life and diminishing interest in previously enjoyable activities BetterHelp BetterHelp +1 . It conveys the persistent, sometimes cyclical nature of clinical depression, which is more than a temporary low mood. Symptoms often include prolonged sadness, fatigue, loss of motivation, changes in sleep or appetite, and difficulty concentrating scienceinsights.org scienceinsights.org +1 . The metaphor helps both those experiencing depression and their loved ones conceptualize the condition, giving it a recognizable form and name without implying blame or weakness BetterHelp BetterHelp .