​Thusly, I speak from the mystical shadow realm, known as Nephthys, the Golden One of Shadow Magic.
I stand just behind and to left side of my sister, Isis, always staying in the shadows, shy of her bright magic.
So often I am thought to be less important, one of insignificance, yet such silence is called Golden wisdom.
I whisper to the hearts yearning to find some peace, rest and with a willingness to heed our wisdom from above.
I am like the Phoenix for I am the great bird, the magical Phoenix that rises on flaming wings of magic.
My flight rules for a season only to ending in a flash, bursting into flames, becoming despairing ashes.
This despairing seems to become something of importance, but no for it is richness, newness with a fire within.
With each full moon, as a mystical bird, I am renewed, rebirthed and take flight on invigorated wings of starlight.
And so, in this way, my magic flies and I stand ready with wings aflame, casting light upon the below.
Even from the shadows my light blesses the earth and each person’s path leading to renewal of dreams.
Yet will then I welcome you back into my protective shadows when incubating is needed by a seeking soul.
Therein, time slows for breathing, pauses as one sits in the silence and seeks space for the magic of resting.
I, Nephthys, welcome you to come into the protective womb of my mother, Nut, to rest a worried mind.
Know also that the Divine archetypes, shall never forget our beloved children below, nor let the magic be lost.
While it seems this time of tribulation has stolen too much from your world, taken many to a deathbed
And left others in dark isolation with a sense of hopeless and impotence left in each beating heart.
Yet, take not heartlessness and anger for what seems sadly unnecessary is yet allowing the reset of souls.
Understand there is a blessing if you will embrace my shadow magic in appropriate form befitting each heart.
My fiery wings offer you solace and a protected space healing and self-caring to ease your pain and heal all.
Once it is found, do embrace that silence and find evermore rejoicing in the fullness of a bright Capricorn moon.
Remember the voice of Capricorn, calling from the ancestors to remind that magic both blesses and curses.
It is truth that by choice, you may learn the difference, in the will of the believer the tide is turned.
Whether one seeks a blessing or a cursing result, this is the time of resetting and reseeding of intentions.
To know the difference in a chaotic moment, be of wise mindfulness to seek a non-guaranteed source of Truth.
All Truth is a choice, the answer found in the trusting in an ultimate source of faith, correct for each soul.
From our Above realm, we shall always seek to comfort the fragmented and shattered souls of those Below.
We know of what is endured by our children and our hearts ache to heal, to remove the pain.
How you may ask, but we say only that we cannot interfere in the process that must occur and unfold.
According to the season and fullness of the moon, shall Divine Right-Timing bring the rebirthing and,
There shall yet become the end of this time of great evolvement, the lifting of the encompassing of our wings.
For the path for each set of feet shall be cleared, allowing for the entering and emerging from my shadows
And each seeker shall again be welcomed into the temples of the mysteries, places of ancient magic and healing.
Let the vibration of my song surround your heart, your body, your space in time,
Where the sands of time whisper ancient secrets to listening ears of the forgotten knowledge in Akasha.
Once again shall those scrolls be accessible for those who sing their melodious words as my song here.
For those whose lips choose to express my chant, shall a barrier weave about your auric space,
Protecting against the slings and arrows in flight in this chaotic time and so this vibration of song,
Shall create a protective energy that bars ills and dark evils while allowing the influx of light and goodness.
For any who are facing dark times, weariness and a weakened energy, I offer my chant to heal the heart.
Let this tonal veil of protection cloak each of you and your dear children…
 

• “Mush Tu Ra Kah”
• “Sum Tu Nee Kay”
• “Ill Ooh Mon Tu”

(Repeat or chant the words, spelled out phonetically 3 times with intention and emphasis; Ending with:)
                             “Amun/Amen, Anahksurah, Amun/Amen”
 

                                                    CHANNELING of June 20, 2020 - by Anita Merrick/Crystal Wind
Let me make a note here: The original message from Anubis (Anpu) of June 20th during the Global Prayer Circle occurred as posted in Part I here. Then two days later, I received another visitation of sorts by Anubis. Because I have worked with this archetype for a long time, the Part II style is similar in context but seemed appropriate to include the inspiration of describing his appearance. Clearly, both parts have a link to each other, but I chose to separate them because of the change in presentation. I apologize in advance for any confusion caused by the obvious difference in style between message parts.
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PART I:  
Oh, great jackal, Anubis has come, mysterious way-shower neter that I call friend and guide.
He is the one who leads the way ever through storm, strife, doubts and darkest fear.
He arrives again with his midnight fur, which is gleaming with moonlight and star shine.
Anubis, the most ancient, wise teacher and shower of the way no matter how dark the night.
He asks only that we follow the tracks he leaves for us in the ancient sands of the heart.
I look down at his claw pointed footprints stamped like a pathway mapping thru the strangeness.
 Anubis calls for everyone eagerly willing to seek a new way of journeying forward in time
Let all come and walk these ancient trails with pure trust as the heart’s solitary compass.
Even as Truth remains too flexible for our trusting, see how the seasons teach rightful change.
On this Solstice day of seasonal equality and earthly rebalancing across a globe in turmoil
So many human hearts seek a reckoning to come with the warming of the summer sun.
Anubis offers us freshened steps and promises that he will show the way into whatever comes next.
The fear, the pain, the sickness, the uncertainty, the unwanted changes and the overwhelming shifting
Cannot yet be simply halted or understood, at least, not yet as Anubis assures with a toothy fanged grin
 that he will never lose us our shameful, damaged souls in the desert we have traversed so long.
He knows it is not yet near the finish of this strangely and unwanted track and offers an oasis
for our minds to find a place to rest and drink deeply of water refreshed by this pause of time.
Though we may learn to rest here, believing it is a safe place where we may hide from all pain.
Alas, we have only rest stops along this journey for it is a long road and not yet finished.
Anubis has the knowing of where our feet may be placed least, we fall away from our wisdom.
Least we fall away from all newfound compassion for others and forget the lessons newly learned.
We look to the outstretched paw of Anubis, the wise way shower jackal and see him
or any other trusted guide known by individuals for we have not been abandoned by the Creator.
Well the end is yet so far from our knowing, we are asked to heal within and remember
remember the truth of the ancient ones that we have been taught for eons and not forgotten.
As above, so it shall be below, balance and harmony shall always exist throughout time.
While it takes a toll through the imperfection in unbalanced times that we walk it shall be again
put right as things of dark nature shall be read balanced and reconciled by the end of our long journey.
Anubis reminds us to get up and leave the oasis for it is necessary and the journey not complete.
Follow his footsteps I encourage for as the jackal allows none to fall into despair or become lost.
Anubis knows the way across the sands of time and teaches us to trust the journey despite adversity.
And he promises that the moon, sun and stars are eternal; nor do they abandon us here below.
They, too, remind us by lighting our way toward new truths, ever enduring and untarnished
Despite many months in which we have been imprisoned by an invisible enemy, uncertainty and fear.
Anubis reminds us that love is the energy of human resilience and the key to moving forward now.
Despite the fear that has darkened our world, if we remember the Sun also rises as does the moon.
And today the seasons are in balance once more as we are granted this moment to rest at the oasis.
Together we breathe as one and remember the lesson of Anubis, the way shower, do not look down
but for only a moment to find the path and then lift your eyes, breathe deeply and walk forward.
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PART II:   Oh, Great Desert-wise Jackal, Anubis/Anpu, our most ancient way-shower; guardian of the onward lifepath. We welcome you always, especially in our time of darkest fears and tribulations; all haunting our days and invading our dreams. Your very appearance elicits courage within at the mere sight of your midnight fur glistening as a cloak woven with strands of the night sky, embellished with refracted moonlight and the scattering of diamonds formed from dew fallen in starlight from the arcing Sky-Nile, the eternal pathway across a sapphire Above. In answer to the heart beating its subtle call, you come as swiftly as the forming of a single thought. Your recognizable vitality in living image to mind and inner senses where I recognize your canid elegance with rippling musculature that mimics the silver-crested currents of Earth-Nile, the eternal watery pathway of Below. As I mentally greet you, I noted that your eyes are usually jade reflecting pools of compassion and wisdom, but today they flash with red that seem warning of some danger afoot . . . thus, I must wonder why?
Then … I remember. Truly, you have come because so many hearts call out for truthful guidance even as our words act as smoke wafting to Neteru hearts. Once again, my needful sigh reached your alertly pricked jackal ears and entered then into your willing heart ready to offer guidance always to those who feel lost. We eagerly entrust our darkest worries into your hands (or paws) and promise trust as we follow your wise leadership for we must walk forth in a new way; upon an unknowable path without aid of map or lit lantern to show how unimaginably the landscape is changing even before each step is taken. Sometimes I feel frozen in place as if the prey of some invisible and loudly snarling carnivorous beast, named FEAR; other times, the beast is more terrifying when the tone turns cruelly wispy and seethes with liquid threats of unthinkable atrocities lying in wait for those stumbling through this ignorance-imposed dark time. Yet, we are reminded that there is no real need to remain as such prey or hopeless against the desires of the fear-beast for it seeks to keep us fearful of stepping wrong, breaking bones or spirit and stumbling into the ditch its long claws have etched alongside our path forward . , , nor shall it cause us tripping into the stinking water to drown in pure ignorance, choking in airless horror of the untamable virus running amok and leaving too many lives hurting with irreparable effects from its touch or even ended in death in its wake. Should we give in to it and ignore the possibilities that blow on the winds of real change rather than surrendering to hopelessness and confusion and sinking into the quicksand of falsehoods, ignorance and untruths of every imaginable kind?
While Anubis has been like the tallest lighthouse with a gaze that cuts the thickest fog and guides me safely past the rocky shoreline many times. Today as I clairvoyantly saw and sensed him again, it seemed like he came as a fresh breeze and impressed my mind with his promise or intent to guide any brave enough to entrust their hand into his proffered hand/paw; heeding the directives offered in his refreshing way of truthfulness reflecting in a grimace suggestive of canine encouragement to follow. Even as we seem glued to seats or astraddle horses on some horror show type merry-go-round ever turning in repeating cycles of disastrous incidents and deceitful images, the ideal awaits for us to heed the archetype Anubis as the ancient way-shower and allow him to guide us toward restoration of the peace and thus a braver-lived future.

Ah so many new pages I am frantic to write all, the recording ... ah, I must transfer all quickly onto papyrus even as time passes below , seemingly so unnoticed. Here, where I sit in my Hall of Records, above, with stylus at the ready, I shall await the song’s first sung notes, the tales of woe from below and stories whispered or cried with delight.
It all shall be written upon the pages that become the Akasha or Books of Life (Tomes). It is my pleasure to dip my sharpened stylus into the sacred ink vessel, which holds a dark crimson ink that becomes indelible upon drying due to the recipe of its making:  equal parts of blood, sweat, tears mixed by vibration from a living drum; the rhythmic beating of a human heart).
To write after awaiting the first vibration from the singer’s throat, the newest tale of woe from a mother’s lips, stories of small delights emitted from lips of children; and of fires ever igniting by a single breath of life and hope.
It is not my own wisdom that delights my work; indeed, I rejoice I the wisdom spoken that reaches my ears, spoken in the face of the unfathomable fear rampant across the world below.
The wisdom that delights my heart the most comes bundled in the prayers spoken and lifting the hearts of the speaker even for only a moment or two.
We heed well those who cry out, cloaked in fear and darkness, illness or besought by transgressions by all its many labels; welcoming, too, the brave teachers who offered guidance and wisdom regardless of their age, name or title for all are so utterly needed on every level now.
We do not forget the animal kingdom, beings we gently guide and care for whether furred, feathered, scaled or many-legged, finned or flippered.
I hesitate in my recording this day for I have watched as fear, despair and a dangerous evil darkness has once again risen as a cobra that has been poked with the sticks wielded by many who seem utterly misinformed, selfishly impatient and wear their greediness like badges upon their chests.
We can only observe as there are furious crowds, protesting rightfully but perhaps without the wisdom in face of the injustices thrown at their feet, but we fear consequences will reach far beyond their intent for the virus is still the most rampant hunter of this time.
I have paused this day’s recording to ponder over the this the dark rage I see in the angry crowds below. I see their need and seeking of justice but fear the crowd-minded ways will be more dangerous even as they desire rightfully.
Oh, I shall record what comes, I must; yet my hope in pausing will produce an echo of what has been the Earth’s Great Pause and their fury be tempered by wisdom and from compassionate hearts aware of the likelihood of dire consequence other than what they seek as justice or legal reforms.
I muse over what even I cannot foresee, yet know I must record the moments as they change, develop and restructure intention, dreams and expectations even before I can complete the words or punctuate the sentence change races to beat even my mind there.
Aiwa, even a neter dreams, ponders and wonders … so I stop to breath and gaze upon my unfinished page.
The words already written, already indelibly sealed to the papyrus, unchangeable even if I were allowed such an editorial sort of whim.
Yet, I look harder then shift my gaze and the page shifts from is solid form, as the papyrus appears to be returning to its watery birthplace as it becomes something more limpid in form.
Then I watch as it changes again, now it is as the thick foggy mists that drift across the dark waters of the Nile just before sunrise; the time when the life blood of Egypt teases the eye with suggestions of the ancient mysteries of the old mystic priests still hidden in the silence of its depths.
I wonder…does this suggest that even the Nile will not or cannot reveal an outcome, dire or hopeful, for the onslaught of the demonic virus? Or am I seeing the subtly of the changes beginning within the bottom muck of the river where seeds of the enlightened symbol, the nearly extinct blue lotus, begins its ascent into the light?
Alas, I am reminded of something I believe written by William Shakespeare: “the pen writes and having written …” but no, I cannot for the ending is no longer valid. I shall instead utter my own prophetic version, saying: “the stylus writes and having written, it pauses …” for there is no ending available. Instead, I must wait to finish the phrase, but cannot until the time is deemed right for only then shall Ra rise into the sky over the Nile again and with brilliance burn away this fog of uncertainty, fear and death. Only when that time is upon the Earth, shall the words be written, recording the new clarity, renewed compassion in hearts and the new version of Truth spoken from every lip as taught them by Ma’at, herself.
But, until that day, I am pulled away from the dreaming and back to this difficult task recording the Akashic Records for this direst moment in time with hope that our children upon the Earth will keep faith and trust in whatever name or title they chose as Sacred Divinity and living Truth.
I say this: Be aware and Beware … The essential haunting by a shadowy entity in viral form has not ended nor shall it soon as you count time. There has been mistaken assurances by those who you may consider trustworthy and others that are merely foolish, arrogant or misinformed of a threat by something as yet still unknown and dangerous, causing inconceivable problems and deaths for so many across the globe. Just be warned, my children, for all destiny will answer us is that the threat is not yet run its course. The advice I can offer is that each of you must hold to your watchfulness and compassion for others while maintaining the precautionary measures in place for the well-being of all, lest temptation to step out of current boredom teases recklessness. The danger is not gone; the virus still a threat, unfinished disruption of lives nor is its resolve depleted or hunger sated.
Ah, do know we honor you as you honor us in return, by the name of your choosing the Divine see your hearts like lanterns that hold the purest starlight from the very center of the Cosmos. It is your love/compassion that brighten them to shine as brightly as any bonfire can.  
It is by love alone that your lighted lantern heart will send its rays outward into the whole of space and time, ever brighter and becoming the healing of heart and mind and will both of the vessel that carries it as well as all that it touches, especially those to whom its healing rays are directed by thought, intention or deed.
 The message I offer now for I must soon return to my tasks in the golden halls of Amente and Akasha: Remember if nothing else, that the POWER is LOVE; LOVE is your real POWER. The words spoken from the heart (love) are the most powerful and thus create reality – equally for good or evil or in between – and when you speak in compassion/love the words become most powerful and may be likened to becoming as written by my stylus upon papyrus with the indelible magical ink, which glistens before drying into permanence of creation as it fulfills intention and desire; that is the magic; that is the power; that is the healing made available to desire—LOVE.
Now I shall pick up the stylus and return to my work for it is done always from a divine heart and the power from love; love for all of my children  above, below, as well as those yet to become as it was done for those that have already been and may yet choose to become one day again. 
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​Notice:  These several Blogs were received as channeled messages/prayers over several Saturdays, prior to the day's GLOBAL PRAYER CIRCLE (on Zoom Session) hosted by Zahra Indigo Renlov; which is still available for participation by everyone who would like to share a prayer, poem, music or song, etc. to the world in general; open as always to everyone from all faiths, beliefs, social dynamics and languages/cultures. If my blogs inspire readers to check into joining and sharing with us, check the link to join in an earlier blog or contact me or the hostess, Zahra. These messages/prayers have been slightly edited by me in order to make them somewhat more palatable/readable for publication as a Blog Post, however, remember these messages are my interpretation of what the Spirit or Neteru intended to be shared with everyone who are drawn to reading them; then ideally able to sense and feel the information internally, as well. Enjoy and Pay Heed...
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“FEAR” …. Certainly, the shadow that hides our current reality from our consciousness yearning to know what will become our world and when. A word that speaks to every manner of dark intangibility and yet expresses an uncertainty that is pending tangibility perhaps even of a completely revised world or worse…a word that keeps us from knowing what had become of Truth while blinds us to understanding of what evil has risen its ugly head as the  . . . ON TRANSMUTING SHADOWS
 
“FEAR” …. Certainly, the shadow that hides our current reality from our consciousness yearning to know what will become our world and when. A word that speaks to every manner of dark intangibility and yet expresses an uncertainty that is pending tangibility perhaps even of a completely revised world or worse…a word that keeps us from knowing what had become of Truth while blinds us to understanding of what evil has risen its ugly head as the Coronavirus means to the world or why it has threatened all that we knew or dreamed of becoming.

So many versions of the word “FEAR” have been rippling darkly in every language from the lips of everyone around the globe. While musing over how utterly demon-like the Coronavirus appears, I wondered if it would succumb to our mindfulness as I often suggest to clients who are dealing with many kinds of shadows/fear in their lives:  1. Both mentally and if possible physically, facing the fear and NAMING it removes its power and puts the reins back in your hands to then regain control of the problem; and 2. Be reminded that even the darkest shadow vanishes in the brilliance of sunlight or be banished by the fire-light of truth and love from withing the heart of the courageous. While I still see much validity in those two aspects of battling fear on the inner levels, I was further inspired by Thoth with a 3rd concept to add to that inner realm battle against Covid-19 and thus wanted to share it with last Saturday’s Global Prayer Circle as follows …. Thoth later added an inspiration for titling it – “On Transmuting Shadows” perhaps the next step after blinding them with our heart flame of love and truth; which follow here essentially exactly as them came to me that morning, but I wanted to sort of set the scene first ….

Fear…This word has a great many definitions and carries overtones of anxiety and presents like shadows and all manner of intangibility. Seemingly, we have awakened one morning and finding ourselves unprepared, weaponless and standing upon a battlefield facing a strangely demon-like new enemy, the Coronavirus – simplified as “FEAR” for the general shadow it sends across every aspect of life and how it essentially has been transmuting the tangible aspects of reality as well as the conceptual and imaginary as it runs amok, killing and/or redesigning our world.
In my mind’s eye, Thoth gives a way of shifting power in this battle, beginning within … By Transmuting the Shadows/Fears starting within the heart and mindfulness; the place of beginnings…Attacking the Fear, its name is many, dark and intangible, yet we have the power to REMOVE the “F” … leaving it weakened as merely – “ear”.

Yet, reminds that we possess two “ears” to fear’s one, shifting the balance of power (perhaps). With ears we listen to and for the truth, heed and discern truth from misinformation, and may hear the heart’s truth-song (music) that represents harmonious and vibratory truths and LOVE.
Then we choose to take the reins back, controlling the transmutation once more with our conviction and intention set to utilize the skill of transmuting the shadows in a two-fold aspect by adding two new letters…

First, we add the “T” – representing the Truth we seek from many sources, including our leaders of Earth and those who guide from the Spirit realms.
Next, we add the “H” – symbolizing the purity of love from the heart and the HONORING capable by every human and animal upon the planet; all that are capable of comprehending and ritualizing this expression of honoring of life, god/goddess in all images and names, especially as honoring is purely heart-felt, thusly the true key to the realm of Spirit wherein is found the Cosmic Balance of Ma’at.

By this process, we have transmuted those Shadows into the Light as a New Word: “EARTH”. Thus, a NEW FOUNDATION upon which we may again live, love and play; renewed energy for all life, healed and healing and enjoying our planet, EARTH, again Lush, Life-Sustaining, Life Energy Renewed and Renewable upon the – EARTH.

​Here we go … flip the calendar page, March, then grin at the new picture on a new month, April. Alas, April 1 is even titled as April Fool’s Day!  Oh, sure, not suggesting that all are “fools” and having their own special day; rather it is a day set aside since forever as one allotted to humanity engaging in all manner of frivolity and practical joking. Yes, it reminds me that today is one where everyone needs to excuse all kinds of just plain silliness and it is perfectly normal to act the fool for a whole day, that is, if one is so inclined to play the fool even for a little while before going back to … then, I stop and realize that I cannot “go there” today or any other for while the month has changed, the world situation has not. Indeed, the usual has been marred and even in some cases, nullified by the forced entrapment we are all experiencing due to Covid-19, a menace that has turned our world turned upside down.

Still, it would be terrific if everyone across the globe were to receive a mysterious package in their mail; inside would be a magic bullet or pellet and we would set aside the fear cloaking our being and willingly swallow it with our favorite beverage. Then, instead of making us drowsy, it would snap us into awareness. In fact, we would suddenly realize we had all been recruited for roles in “The Matrix 2020” and this nightmarish situation had been nothing more than a virtual creation of a horrific reality that had just ended as we all took the magical awakening pill. Ironically, now I wonder if the creators of the matrix movies might steal my idea and make a new version in which the characters all discover they are partaking in a worldwide dreaming – or rather a collective nightmare?

Or what if… We were to turn on this morning’s news to find someone of leadership capacity was about to make an announcement, which the teleprompter rolled across the bottom of the screen, saying this was happening in every country and every language, at once. With our full attention captured, in unison, they would then cry out – “APRIL FOOL’S, we gotcha’ everyone!”

Okay, I know that is just my wishful thinking – especially that every government official could ever agree to do anything with like-mindedness, regardless of the topic or reason – yet, would that it could be true and thus proof that the pandemic had been nothing more than some colossal April Fool’s joke and there never had been any version of the virus ever created by whatever source or reason. I do wish it could be that simple. Okay, I know it is not and never will be simple, nor would it be that Covid-19 was a mere fantasy that never existed in any reality now or ever. If only mankind will simply learn the greater lessons that this virus is here to teach us, regardless of whether any of it ever makes any sense. All I want – and I think most everyone else does as well – is to wake up today and be able to join in the silliness that should be ours, at least, for just April 1st.

Alas! There is a bright spot. Regardless of the killer virus running amok across the globe, we still have the positivity of turning the pages of our calendars and knowing that Mother Nature will stay her cyclical course regardless of all else. Yes, April means Spring is just around the corner and, looking at my calendar this morning and then outside at the brilliant sunshine breaking over the landscape, I remind myself that each season – Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter – will not be deterred by the same horror that has fractured and stalled human lives and plans. My musings have been more negative than things I can give a positive spin, but knowing Spring days will soon be a mixture of warm rainy days alternating with spring storms and sunshiny afternoons that bring new life – blooming flowers, budding to leafing trees, hundreds of twitter-pated squirrels, chipmunks, other wild critters and the excitable chittering of birds returning to seek nesting places and lay their eggs. All this positivity provides a brighter spot upon the rest and even as my thoughts – like so many others – all seem bent toward the negative darkness of living entrapped by the dangerous virus and need to remain house-bound – albeit something I used to love for I’ve too many projects and my writing to keep me very safe from the evil boredom monster, but that was before I was told I had to do it – yet, I choose to change that and become more aware of my musings; after all they are mine to control and I have the ability to control only what I think, choose to do with my house-bound time and whether I will allow it to control my life now or for however long we are stuck in this “Great Pause”.

And so – HAPPY APRIL FIRST, all my fellow fools who are wise enough to find the funny regardless of the clouds cloaking our skies for they are but temporary things that cannot keep the sun at bay for long – I.e., Set can only keep blowing sand in our faces for as long as his breath lasts; but the fire and light of Ra cannot be extinguished; only blocked by dark storm clouds until they run out of rain. So there, virus, take that and be gone!? Hey, give me a break, it’s April Fool’s Day not the Festival of Thoth, with a luncheon of Wine, Wise Crackers and Cheese.