It seems any time I seek out Archangel Metatron, he gives me a gift. I wrote a couple of weeks ago about my first encounter with Metatron during a meditation—in which he sought me out. I believe this tendency to bring a gift each time we talk is because, as I have learned, Metatron “is a high-level spiritual being … who teaches those who are ready how to access their spiritual light and power”¹—you know, when the student is ready, the teacher appears.

 

So, without further ado, let’s look at my next few encounters with Metatron and the gifts he brought. (Once again, we’ll be using my journal entries as the primary source.) Except for calling on him for help in performing readings for clients, I tend to not “meet up” with Metatron often. I think this is because the gifts he brings me are big gifts and take a while to “unpack” (experience and understand). It’s like working with a business or life coach who speaks with you once every few months, giving you a packet of information to read and absorb, along with an assignment that you must complete before you’re “ready” for the next coaching session. My second encounter with Metatron was about five months after the first:

9/20/17

Reflecting on my affirmations today, I felt a sudden awareness, like a knocking on my consciousness, of AA Metatron. Unexpected, but I understood what [the “knocking”] meant, so I hurried to open [my consciousness] to him for the conversation he wanted to have.

“Thank you, Metatron, for your presence. How may I serve the highest good today?”

Listen. He seems impatient; I’m not familiar with [him being impatient].

Listen.

I listen.

I “hear” very faintly, as if [it’s] in the far distance in my mind, a chorus of happy voices singing. I keep listening, and the singing fades away, so I hear only the background noise in my office: fan, clocks ticking, computers running, my tinnitus. I await patiently, knowing that Metatron will speak when he believes I am ready. He often sits silently with me, simply waiting.

Finally, he tells me [several minutes later]. Now you may ask your questions.

“Thank you, dearest Metatron. You came to me this morning. Do you have a message for me, or one you would like me to share with others?”

He doesn’t speak, but he holds out an index finger toward me and touches my forehead. I feel a brief surge on my third eye. I thought it was a single [surge], but then it repeated, about every 2 or 3 seconds, rather like a very slow pulse.

 

“Thank you, Metatron, for this gift. Is there a best way I should use it, a way I can get the most out of it, for myself or others?”

I am shown the Akashic Records as I typically envision them [like a planet that is really a giant library, à la the Library of Doctor Who fame²], but much, much larger—that is, more than I am usually shown. [Metatron gives me to understand that] I now have access to more of [the records] more easily. Because it is your time to do so. It is your time to do what you have always wanted to do. I’m not entirely sure what that means, but I think it refers to my desire to do past-life readings for people, to be able to more clearly access the records “directly” with less intervention and interpretation from “the librarians” (my Akashic Record guides).

“Is there anything else I should know before our conversation is done today, dear Metatron?”

He hugs me, holds me, his arms like bands around me, but gentle. He reminds me that he is always here, in my third-eye connection, always ready to help me help others as I serve.

 

I thanked Metatron once again—I am always profoundly grateful for the gifts—including wisdom—that my guides and teachers provide to help me learn about (and expand) the extent of my abilities—and this second “discussion” was over.

I had a few small encounters with Metatron, again while doing readings and meditating, but not another personal conversation for months. (I think of it like having a favorite coworker/mentor who works in a department far different from your own, so you always smile and nod at each other when you see each other across the room in big interdepartmental meetings but rarely get to sit down and have one-on-one conversations). This encounter was what inspired me to finally “put out there on the interwebs” my experiences with Metatron.

 

17 June 2018

I realized I hadn’t spoken with Metatron in a long while, so today I sought him out for a visit. I went to the mental sanctuary where I always encounter him [the Antechamber] and found him there. I saw him, felt a small tear leak from one eye, and thanked him for meeting me.

Note: This shedding of a tear or two often happens when I encounter great spiritual beings. It happens as a result of a complex play of emotions that is somewhat hard to express but might be likened to a mix of (1) joy at seeing a dear loved one for the first time in a long time, (2) peace, (3) contentment, (4) the grace of knowing you are full accepted and loved no matter your flaws or unworthiness, (5) awe at the profound beauty you’re seeing, and (6) utter relaxation because your woes and troubles have been removed—if only momentarily—from your shoulders.

Little one, he said by way of acknowledgment, and he scooped me up and put me on his shoulder, as he did in our first encounter.

After we sat in silence for a bit, me once more becoming accustomed to his energy, I ask whether, since our last conversation, I had been listening in the way he intended. He acknowledged that I have been.

“Do you have any further guidance for me today, or for those who will read these words?”

I feel a great thrumming in my heart [like the voice of] Treebeard the Ent in The Lord of the Rings. It seems it’s an “alteration” of my heart energy, a cleansing of sorts, sound [sent through me] at a resonance to knock free the [final] rust from a metal piece, for example. Sonic—that’s the word.

 

I sit like this for a while, feeling the resonance cleansing my heart chakra and then slowly, slowly spreading outward: downward through my [solar plexus] chakra, where it encounters almost no resistance; down to the sacrum and root [chakras]; upward through the throat, where it catches for a bit; then upward to my third-eye and crown chakras, moving very slowly. These chakras have not become blocked or stagnant, exactly, but a bit “cloudy” or “filmy.” [The energy in them is] a clingy energy that doesn’t want to clear away easily, though it’s not malignant in any way.

When I finally feel my entire [energetic] body vibrating at the same resonance, I thank Metatron for the gift of cleansing [because] I know that he always helps me to better access the Records.

Go for a walk, he tells me, indicating the “city” of the Records.

So I do. I am on the ground again, and Metatron and I are bound together by a cord of energy, almost like we’re holding hands, and I feel like a child leading her father around.

I’m not sure where to go, where to look, so I wander aimlessly, perceiving the Records like a giant bookstore or library with everything categorized already, letting myself be drawn to whatever interests me most today.

 

What happens is that I feel—FEEL—waves of emotion. Every record I pass by triggers an emotion in my heart. I understand that this is how my empathy has always worked. I am a clairsentient^3,4 psychic, for sure. Always, the senses—especially the sense of the heart—have drawn me in, have fluctuated around me, have entered my field. Once, I learned how to shield everyone else’s energies so [those energies] wouldn’t influence my own emotions so much, and I realize … that intense shielding, born from a need to protect myself (after all, who in their teens and early twenties needs any outside influences making their emotional lives more complex and chaotic?) … had been too good … too strong, [so that] I had also blocked myself from [hearing] my intuition, my higher guidance. I had shielded myself from all but the strongest of energies, from Heaven, Earth, and human alike.

Now, of course, with practice and age, and my own emotions finally being [mostly] settled, I have better control, am able to open my barrier [in order] to sense someone else’s energy, then close it as necessary. I am able to open myself to the energies of Heaven and Earth. I act not from a place of fear and being overwhelmed but from a place of love.

I stop in my wanderings, turn to face Metatron, and bow deeply and humbly, thanking him for this realization, this gift, [and] his constant assistance and presence, for I know it is always there, even when I am not actively seeking it. He is the steady strength I always feel to my left, just behind my shoulder. He is always with me, and he is the one most likely to give me the nudges to read [oracles when I am not hearing the messages of my guides] or [to] call a friend. His is the strong energy I feel nudging, pushing—the one I cannot resist, the one I can always trust.

Once again, as ever, I am humbled and brought to tears (easy, trickling tears, so light that I don’t notice them until my face is completely wet with them) in humility and thankfulness for this connection.

“Thank you, Metatron. Thank you. Thank you.”

 

Sources

1 https://www.ask-angels.com/spiritual-guidance/chakra-healing-metatrons-cube/

2 http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/The_Library

3 http://psychiclibrary.com/beyondBooks/clairsentience/

4 https://exemplore.com/paranormal/Am-I-Clairsentient-The-Signs-of-Clear-Feeling

 

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