A COVID STORY: PART II
Just one month before this encounter with Covid, I’d finished a series of books I’d been chipping away at for years. The series presented a thorough accounting of contacts with a channeled source known as ‘Ra.’ This source spoke on many occasions of energy ‘rays’ represented by colors which changed as a being progressed.
For instance, the ‘green ray’ emerges as one opens their heart to life. The ‘blue ray’ comes next: representing a total acceptance of self, life, and others - and also a wide open throat. This always struck me as important. For thousands of years + across many cultures, the same color (blue) has been correlated with the throat.
I wondered as I read these books if my own throat had opened this way. I knew that the ‘green ray’ was active, because I had felt it for years. But I was less sure of my throat.
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One morning, as searing pain clung to my throat, I was sipping hot peppermint tea beside Lara as she pulled our card for the day. This card led us on an adventure: from Human Design to a window of the astrological wheel to a list of asteroid names to a thick book we referenced on magical mornings like this.
We found ourselves reading the Omega Symbol for Aquarius, Degree 8. (The symbol is just a short phrase.) It said this: A man experiences much pain and discomfort as wings sprout on his back. And as quickly as my eyes could take in the words, I was filled with complete understanding.
The pain this man felt was an invitation to expand. In no time at all, he’d be able to fly! He’d be free. And as this understanding unfolded, I could feel the same wings at my throat. They were butterfly wings. They were blue. They were bright shocks of blue.
They were throbbing + sprouting. They were invitations to expand. And as quickly as that, I could feel the blue ray like a sun. I could feel the sharp ache of my throat breaking open.
And I could perceive what it meant: that, in no time at all, I’d be free.