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PSYCHIC/ENERGY READER, If you need Clarity, Answers to Questions you feel YOU CANNOT TALK TO ANYONE ELSE ABOUT, Private Matters of the Heart, Dream Meanings, Life Paths and Choices, Affirmations, Spirit Guides.....

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Simply put as you talk I feel your energy and connect immediately........My Mind, Body, and Being are highly attuned to Vibrations and Frequencies surrounding and ruling ...... I gain an imprint of the situation as we begin our conversation, which will expand into depths of divine knowledge via The Organic Consciousness.... Answers are then Revealed..... Be Ready for the TRUE TRUE ....We are going to Dive in......Removing the outer coating ..we will get to the core ......Take a deep cleansing breath and lets begin .......


Whether you choose myself or another Advisor just know  .......There are some Wonderful Gifted & Diverse, Intuitives here....on Keen......This is an Enchanted Garden....a Magical Journey if you so allow it.....

I am Ariana Lake I am a Clairvoyant/Energy Reader & much more.  I have done readings on Keen since 2007. Personally, I have been doing Readings for over 25 years.  My gifts were opened up or revealed to me at the tender age of 3...... I come from a lineage of Clairvoyant Readers....a gift of nature and heritage.

As you look thru the Blogs and read the Profiles in search of your ideal Advisor...open your Spirit and your own Intuitive Inner Eye and you will find your Oracle of Wisdom......

The choice that your already seeking answers shows your already walking in the light...................

 What Are Akashic Records?

The Akashic Records refer to a Knowledge Base of every word, thought or action that is stored energetically and encoded in a non-physical plane of existence. They contain the information of every Soul or BEing in the cosmos. The Records are continually updated, with each new thought, word or action that every Soul or entity makes. The Akashic Records therefore contain the energetic prints about the origination and journey of every Soul through its lifetimes. They connect each of us to one another

Akasha is a Sanskrit word meaning “sky”, “space” or “aether”. To aid in visualization, most describe the Akashic Records metaphorically as a library. Others likened it to be a “Universal Computer”, the “Mind of God”, the Cosmic or Collective Consciousness, the Collective Unconscious or the Collective Subconscious. Akashic Records is not physically an out-there thing. It is the speck of divinity within us that allows us to access the field of the Akashic Records.

The Universe has an energetic record.  It is embedded with information about your previous lifetimes, your Soul Origination, current life lessons and your purpose, and also about future choice points.

The soul’s journey in self awareness is undertaken through a cause and effect process. You are constantly presented with opportunities to meet Self and to apply spiritual principles in the physical world. You will meet with lessons that will be provided again and again, until you have gained mastery.


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REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE


Love the Child Inside

Life gets hard

You didn't plan for heartache when you began in this life

Stay true to your hearts desires

Follow your Dreams...

And

When you Can

PLAY... PLAY.... PLAY







I met a friend of spirit

He drank and womanized

And I sat before his sanity

I was holding back from crying

He saw my complications

And he mirrored me back simplified

And we laughed how our perfection

Would always be denied

"Heart, humor and humility"

He said "Will lighten up your heavy load"

I left him then, for the refuge of the roads

I fell in with some drifters

Cast upon a beach town

Winn Dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs

And I wound up fixing dinner

For them and Boston Jim

I well up with affection

Thinking back down the roads to then

The nets were overflowing

In the Gulf of Mexico

They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads

There was spring along the ditches

There were good times in the cities

Oh radiant happiness

It was all so light and easy

Till I started analyzing

And I brought on my old ways

A thunderhead of judgment was

Gathering in my gaze

And it made most people nervous

They just didn't want to know

What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads

I pulled off into a forest

Crickets clicking in the ferns

Like a wheel of fortune

I heard my fate turn turn turn

And I went running down a white sand road

I was running like a white-assed deer

Running to lose the blues

To the innocence in here

These are the clouds of Michelangelo

Muscular with gods and sungold

Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads

In a highway service station

Over the month of June

Was a photograph of the earth

Taken coming back from the moon

And you couldn't see a city

On that marbled bowling ball

Or a forest or a highway

Or me here least of all

You couldn't see these cold water restrooms

Or this baggage overload

Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads


Sending you Love and Gratitude
Ariana Lake


*Lyrics by: Joni Mitchell


I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shocked love away

There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today

In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed

I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line

Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through' the snow and the pinewood trees

I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones

I know, no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality, to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality

In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years

We're only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone

White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

I am on the Chat Lines
Warmly,
Ariana Lake

*Hejira By Joni Mitchell


The Sweet Bird of Truth Landed on my Shoulder

By the Light of the Moon

She Sang me the Secret Song of Creation.

I found my Voice in a Soothing Harmony ....

While the Stars Twinkled in Constant Rhythm

My lessons on earth as a child were hard. My gifts gave me strength to go on as I knew there was more in this World and Beyond.

My GIFTS were AWAKENED by a VISITATION FROM AN ANGEL when I was 3 years old, who, at the time of great SORROW, came to COMFORT me.

I could HEAR PEOPLES THOUGHTS, I COULD FEEL PEOPLE AS IF I WERE INSIDE THEIR MIND & BODY . I knew who would be coming to the door, or that the phone was going to ring and who it would be. I could "Dream Travel",(kinda like floating), around the house while napping. I remember how excited my mother was when I began telling her what she was doing while I was napping. The older I got I began having DREAMS THAT CAME TRUE, MY PSYCHIC GIFTS KEPT REVEALING themselves to me. In HIGH SCHOOL my girlfriends would come to me to see IF THEIR BOYFRIENDS WERE MESSING AROUND WITH OTHER GIRLS. It became a natural part of my life to help others in this way as everyone recognized my gifts for what they were...A Gift. Much larger than me.

As I matured so did my abilities, they became stronger and branched out. I once, as a child, thought everyone saw and heard the way I did. I used to see the uncomfortable and shocked looks on peoples faces when I would tell them things and the excitement in them when they would want to know more...I soon came to understand it was a gift that I saw what others did not. It's thru your Energy that I connect.

SHE SWINGS

I don't know who invented these marvelous things

There is a girl next door

She swings

The days are sunny and bright

  that don't matter cause she even

Swings in the Night

Worry....

She escapes it all

in that ol tire swing

in a tree

in her very own yard

There are bills to pay

She had her babies so young

The house needs heat

Swing Swing Swing

and

Dream Dream Dream

of a way

of a day

beyond today

She has such a blissful smile

and a heart full of hope

as she clings to that yellow rope

holding that ol' tire swing

that helps her cope

Swing Swing Swing

and

Baby girl

Dream Dream Dream

that tree

an old tire

and that lovely girl

a Poem by : Ariana Lake

9/29/15



I’d heard rumors and I’d heard talk
About the trail you’d left of broken hearts
About the sea of tears too wide to cross
But a little bad press has never scared me off
So I burned a path to figure out
How to get me some of what you got

When I looked for you I almost passed you by
You were so cool and calm
I thought my friends had lied
But I thought so much reserve must make you wild inside
It was there and then that I knew
I had to get some of what you got

I thought I’d won your heart when I held your hand in mine
I thought it was true love the way we complemented each other
But my right is your wrong
And when you’re right then I’m left with nothing
Your light and your heat have all been spent
Leaving only smoke and ashes
Only smoke and ashes baby

I’m crying all the time
Salty stinging tears
And mourning for the past carbon-dated years
But knowing now for certain that you were always right
Because if a breeze could blow you out of my life
It’s only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby

I was blinded by devotion
My unwavering love for you
So blinded that I thought all your lies were true
But now I know for certain since you’ve gone away
It was just a smoldering fire I mistook for a blaze
Only smoke and ashes baby

I’ve got a red hot heart
And your heart’s as blue as the blood in your veins
I say there’s fire down below
You say it’s only smoke and ashes baby
Only smoke and ashes baby, baby



*Tracy Chapman






Sometimes it Looks Like There is No Way Out
Part of Our Lessons Here On Earth
In Our Human Experience
Are Choices
Each Action Creates
We Are the Masters of Our Reality
Have No Fear
The Universe is Your Home
and
You Are Loved
Rise
Take Control
There is a Way
Ask for the Answers
All Knowledge is at Your Fingertips

I am Available on Chat or by Telephone

FEAR IS:

F = FALSE

E = EVIDENCE

A = APPEARING

R = REAL

Warmly, Ariana Lake

Cast upon the wind
When it shifted I drifted
Without a star to steer by
Fowl weather took me by surprise
I felt the sea begin to rise..

You are my lifeline
When love ripped all my sails with rain,
You saved me from this hurricane

Hurled upon the reef
No lighthouse
Upon my broken ship
I found no shelter anywhere
Until I saw you.


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