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On Tuesday evening, we drove the 100km south of Krakow to Zakopane, a beautiful place, again steeped in history.
If you’re looking for a B&B in Zakopane, you won’t find a sign in a window with ‘Vacancies’. In Zakopane, the owners of the houses sit outside with a small board with the word ‘Noclegi’ painted on it. (I think it means ‘Rooms’). (See photo).
My two Polish friends, Rafal and Karolina, found a house where the top part was for rent. The rent, (and you won’t believe this!), for 5 days for four people…..wait for it… came to the grand total of £60! Yes! That’s right! £3 per person per night!
We grabbed our bags and settled into our rooms. My room had a nice view of the Tatra Mountains. It also had a painting of the Great Flood. Archangel Uriel was the angel who was sent by God to warn Noah of this flood.
This was Tuesday. Although I knew I had to be somewhere in those mountains, I had no idea where.
Wednesday morning and off we went climbing. We went to the top of Gubofka Mountain. Boy! What a view! (See photo).
As strange as it may seem, I could not feel Uriel’s energy at all. I knew I was in the right place……although the wrong place.
On the way up Gubofka, suddenly (at last!) I heard the word ‘Red’. I stopped and listened again. Yes, it was definitely ‘Red’. I asked Rafal if there was a mountain named ‘Red’ something. He said there was a mountain called ‘Red Tops’. Yet as soon as Rafal said the words ‘Red Tops’, my instincts told me it was not this mountain.
I asked him again a few hours later, and he told me that Red Tops was the only mountain with the word ‘Red’ in its name.
Mmm. By now I was starting to get a little concerned. I don’t usually have too much trouble connecting with the higher realms, but for some reason I just could not get the information I needed.
Thursday morning came and I sat up in bed – bolt upright. I’d had a vision of (wait for it!) a large expanse of water in between two walls! It looked remarkably like a lake. But why on earth was I given a vision of a lake when I was supposed to be going up a mountain?!
So, casually, I went over to Rafal.
I asked him if there were ‘things that looked like lakes’ in the mountains! He told me YES!! Plenty!!
OK. That’s all well and good, but none of these lakes began with the word ‘Red’! This was becoming quite bizarre.
Thursday was quite a revealing day. Whilst out shopping, I had further visions – I saw myself clearly collecting water from this lake. I saw myself gathering rocks. This was what I’d intended to do, but not gather water. I had no idea of this. As the day went on, I decided to buy some postcards.
And then, I saw it. Clearly pictured on one of the postcards – Lake Morskie Ocho – This was it! This was where I had to go! But how do I get there – and what has this damn word ‘Red’ got to do with it?
My instinct, (higher self, call it what you will), confirmed that this was the lake where I had to go on Saturday. I had to go alone and I had work to do. I was happy with those instructions. At least now things were beginning to make sense.
But still – I could not sense Uriel whatsoever, nor did I have any idea what the word ‘Red’ was all about.
I knew there were things I had to get – bottles, small crucifixes, one large bottle to gather water. I managed to find everything I needed with minimum effort.
Friday night came – the eve of the Celebration of Archangel Uriel. At 8.45pm there was one enormous flash of lightning and a very loud crash of thunder directly over the Tatra Mountains. This lasted into the early hours.
Archangel Uriel is the Angel in charge of thunder and lightning.
Rafal warned me that the weather forecast was ‘Rain on Saturday’.
‘Mmmm’. I thought. ‘We’ll see’!
Saturday morning came and the sun was shining! (I knew it would)!
I prepared myself for the unexpected, although I never could have imagined the events which were to follow.
Rafal drove me to a park from where I had to travel by horse and cart for 5 miles to the starting point of Morskie Ocho. From there, I had a further mile to walk before reaching the lake. OK, I thought. This is it! Here I go!
As the horses drew nearer to the mountains, I still could not feel either the presence or the energy of Uriel. (See photo).
Next, the one mile walk began and then – I was there. I was standing at the front of the beautiful lake. The ‘water between two walls’! What a breathtaking sight.
But still, no feeling of Uriel at all, although there was very brief communication with him. I knew he was with me, but I could not feel his energy at the mountains.
And so my walk began. And on I went…and on….and on….and on.
I’d been walking for about one hour when I found a quiet spot to gather the water. This water is just as clear as shop bought bottled water.
I noticed a growth of small black berries. This struck me immediately as during my work with Uriel, he has often told me to recommend these to clients. (See photo).
As I walked further, I found a small blue flower – another of the flowers which Uriel has used before during certain healing work on some of my clients. (See photo).
I got about as far as 2/3rds of the way round the lake when suddenly, for no reason whatsoever, I was overcome with the most powerful emotion. This feeling could only be described as extremely feminine and full of love.
I suddenly froze on the spot. I was not able to move away from where I was. My arms were burning from the heat of the sun yet had become completely covered in goose-bumps. I was standing in the hot sun absolutely freezing cold. I looked to my right and noticed a small area of white rocks with a small tree growing in the middle. (See photo here). and here.
I was absolutely amazed at what happened next.
I was welcomed onto the sacred ground of Lady Grace Aurora (Archangel Uriel’s ‘twin flame’ and feminine counterpart). This small area was hers. Aurora’s energy in the etheric world, (the next dimension), rests immediately above this small area.
She instructed me to rest for a while and soak up the healing energy. I did. I sat there for about 30 minutes and gathered most of the rocks from this sacred place.
I stood up and looked at this little area. Such a vast mountain range yet Aurora’s spirit only holds a small part. I thought how different this little place was. Even the small rocks were different – mostly pure white. The energy from these rocks is very feminine but very powerful. They would be wonderful for healing purposes.
I thought about the thousands of people that walk past that particular point, never noticing the difference in the colour of the rocks there. I said some words of gratitude and went to move on.
And then I froze on the spot again. This time I literally couldn’t move.
Directly behind and above Aurora's small area was the most enormous mountain. This mountain was alive. This mountain was masculine.
My jaw dropped open.
I was again covered in goose-bumps. I was so cold that the base of my spine started to ache. At last…after almost three hours of walking….I had reached the third dimensional home of the spirit of Archangel Uriel. (See photo here) And here.
I stood and stared…and stared. I remember not being able to breathe for a moment. My entire body was still. I could not move. The only thing I was aware of was a tear running down my cheek.
After the initial shock died down, I gathered myself to allow for communication – but the only thing that happened was a spiritual hand (seen clairvoyantly) reaching over to me from the mountain. A kind of welcoming hand. I have worked with Archangel Uriel for quite some time, but have never felt so much energy from him. This was HIS land! I was on HIS territory!
The vision I saw was probably the size of the entire mountain range. I have never before witnessed anything like what I saw that day.
I have witnessed the presence of Uriel on many occasions, although most communication takes place clairaudiently. The largest of the angels I have ever encountered was the presence of Archangel Metatron in December 2006. (I requested he entered my living quarters and my satellite box exploded).
For the first time ever, I was overcome with a profound feeling of respect for the spirit whose wisdom I channel. I was, without question, in the presence of a being from the angelic realms, known by the name of Uriel. Until that day, I had never been aware of the love he had for me.
The enormous presence of this being was something I had not anticipated at all. I can say without a shred of doubt, the area immediately surrounding that particular mountain is the etheric resting place of the spirit of Archangel Uriel.
There really isn’t much else to say. I got to where I was meant to go and did the things I was meant to do.
The entire journey was one long list of coincidences – too many to be coincidental – ranging from the moment I got off the plane to the way my friends had arranged their own holiday. Everything they’d planned for themselves fit neatly into the things I had to do. Nobody knew where I was meant to go, yet their itinerary blended in with mine perfectly. Even down to dropping me off at the airport at 7am on the Sunday morning – it all fit so well.
I should have known better than to worry about anything. The higher realms had already planned my trip. All I had to do was pack my suitcase!
Oh..and as for the 'Red'...that was the name of the route that takes you to Morskie Ocho! (See photo)!