Creating A New Earth: Channeled Messages 11/14/15

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Imagine Earth beautiful again. Imagine the resurrection of joy permeated through all beings who grace its surface. Imagine you are one of them, a bringer of the light that is joy. It is a blessed union, drink it in, become a part of it, for it is happening now, when we allow it. Last night, during a past life regression session with Karen Kubicko, I was brought to this place, this state of being, and it was nothing short of amazing. Words cannot describe the love, the feeling of peace and utter beauty that resides here. That resides in all of us. We are one.

This is so very important. We are one.

It is up to us, collectively, to create this New Earth, for it waits, ready to be resurrected. It is the Earth, I was told by my team of guides while I channeled their messages for nearly 3 hrs, that Christ intended to be created. The resurrection of the New Earth that is filled with the light of Joy.

It is, in essence, very simple to create this New Earth. We must. I repeat, we must, stop living in the “habit of fear.” Fear has become a habit. In order to do this, we must find “the light behind the story.” “You can always find the light behind the story,” they told me. This is Truth.

When we dwell upon the pain and suffering, when we relive these energies, even after they have passed, we perpetuate, often unknowingly and unintentionally, this “habit of fear” they spoke of. For an example, they gave me the recent attacks in Paris. “You must find the light behind the story,” they told me, “otherwise you just feed the fear.”

Please take a moment to think about this. By dwelling on tragedies, it is a way of feeding the fear. What we feed grows. Instead, they ask us to focus on the love that surrounds us. They are asking us, when will we understand this that fear is a “like a bad habit we can’t break?”

“It is not that you ignore it [fear],” they told me, but you move on after the event or circumstance that is based upon fear.” There is this belief, they told me, inside of us, that we need to keep dwelling on the tragedies inflicted upon others and the world, rewinding them over and over again, like we are playing a song on repeat over and over again, so we become trapped into what happened and thus we cannot move out of it.

So I asked, “How do you teach people to live in that state of love, when perhaps they do not understand what it really means to love, or live fully in the state of love.”

“The key,” they told me, is “joy.”

As an artist, a creator of stories through words, I am being called upon to permeated my words with joy and light, to find the light behind the stories. So are you. These messages I channeled were for all of us who believe in living in a state of love. The co-creators for this New Earth.

I was shown how this looks. The movies, the books, the TV programs, all the news and media choices available had shifted to works permeated with the beauty of truth. Of light and joy.

This is where the “rainbow light” comes in. It is living through the heart. As an example of what this feels like, I entered the energy of a whale and a fairy. As a fairy, I found myself existing in a realm between the surface of the Earth and right below it. I was a part of a connection, a vast network of life. I was a part of the trees and the plants, the soil and all that dwelled within and above it. I was a part of Earth. It was a feeling of complete and total unity. Of oneness. An indescribable sense of belonging and peace, and of being a part of the Mother Love of Gaia, never separate.

As a whale, I journeyed through the water singing and swimming the sacred song vibration of the Universe. I described it as “Om.” The sound of the Universe that connects to all.  It is the sacred song, filled with peace. Again, there was the knowing and feeling that there was no separation. No disconnection from Source and from the ocean Womb of Earth. We, I was told, are being called upon now to remember this song to heal the Earth, the oceans and ourselves. The dolphins, whales and mermaids now it, and deep within our hearts, we know it.

The “Om” connects us to everything, reminding us, awakening the memory and knowing that we are all one. Collectively, we have forgotten this, trapped inside the “habit of fear.”

I was shown a shark as a symbol of what is interfering with the dance of connection, swimming in front of the whales, cutting off the source of connection; the invisible network that binds us to this Universal Life Force Energy that is Love. The shark represents fear, and I was told there are too many of them right now. We need to clear the fear, collectively. We need to bring the light back to Earth.

And I was shown the love waiting to be given by our “friends” who watch over us in the sky. These 5th dimensional interstellar beings who are waiting to work with us, and to bring in the rainbow frequencies of light. We simply need to ask for it. We need to ask for help, we need to ask for inspiration, and we need to ask to be shown the love.

If you are ready, you can download the codes, the rainbow frequencies of DNA into your body and through your heart. Just ask. “It feels like water moving through you,” is what I said about the experience. Just ask.

Later, I was shown what looked like a large eraser, or broom sweeping across Earth, back and forth. It was erasing the fear, the pain, the suffering, this perpetual state, or “habit,” that has over-shadowed the planet for so very many years. I was shown and told that we, collectively and individually, have the power to call upon this erasing to create the New Earth. “you [humanity] has done it before,” they told me, “why wouldn’t you want to do it again in a good way.”

Think about this. We made the choice, we are making the choice, to stay disconnected from the “Om” and play out the “habit of fear,” in doing so we have erased the memory of who we are. When you enter a meditative like state, through the heart-love, you can ask for this erasing of fear to occur. To me, it felt and looked like a tornado, swirling across the Earth. It was awesome. It was so powerful. As fear was swept up into the tunnel, it was replaced with light/love, or rather, it made way for the light/love.

If you are a healer, you may be called to think about how you heal and why you practice the healing habits you do. I was told that we remember pain if we need to, and heal the way we need to, but we don’t have to go into the habit of fear. Again, we can find the “light behind our stories.” So, for example, you might re-enter a memory to release the trapped emotion behind it, but then you can find the light behind it or around it. You move on and into the light, so as not to play out, over and over again, the fear and pain. Remember, the light is also you.

Find your art, the outward manifestation of the creative power of love and work with it to bring beauty to those around you. Infuse it with the joy of truth and you will achieve the highest vibrational state available to you at this time. Share your art and your creative gifts with the world and you will add your beautiful vibration of light/love to the entire planet, raising the frequency to manifest the New Earth.

Taking the lead

Recall the Bird of Spring who appeared to me on the the 24th of January. I have not forgotten her, nor have I forgotten how she appeared in the days before the 11th. She often watched in silent vigil from the bush filled with winter berries in the neighbor’s front yard, while I waited for Alex to get off the bus. You were usually inside.

There was the flock of robins, Dad said there must have been 20, if not more, outside his office. Did you send them after you came to him in a dream, telling him you were leaving? Of course, I already knew. How could I not? I felt you release the tug on the orange nylon that bound us together months before you finally let go. I knew last summer you were patiently urging me to take the lead, knowing well before I did, that I was ready. That you had, in the heart-beat of 5 and 1/2 years, shown me how to walk the path of love, and to take the lead. The last 6 months were a gradual letting go, your final gift to me in your physical form.

Oh, but you knew I would weep and rage. You knew I would cling fiercely to the memory of  the brown silk of your fur pressed against my lips, and feel of home when I wrapped my arms around your body. You knew, even, that I would miss the tug-of- war, the constant test of who was in charge.

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You knew I would hold on, even after I let you go. So you sent me robins and hearts. I saw the love that you wore on your face everywhere, in the days before you left, and even more now that you have crossed the rainbow bridge without me. One thought, and you are back. I see the symbol of your love burned into snow, etched in ice on windows and carved into the life-lines of wood. I saw your love two nights ago, when you sent me the barn owl (with face of a heart) in the cypress tree. I see it each time I remember your face.

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Your rebirth into pure spirit, was my letting go. To become my own spring and bloom new. Even though I still shed the waters of sorrow, my garden is ready to birth strength. How many nights, as I was preparing to let you go, did I dream of a home, my home, surrounded by the rebirth of life? I woke happy, filled with hope. Filled with promise.

Even the 3 crows that caught my eye, circling the invisible wheel, made me think of the magic of birth and not death. You were the 3rd, though, in a close trinity of passings. My days and nights were filled with the numbers 3 and 7, even when they appeared with the numbers 10 and 11. The 10th was the day I knew for sure you were leaving, the 11th, when I opened the door to let you go.

On the 8th, two days before I decided it was time, I saw two robins. That evening I fell into dreams of rebirth. I played through the game of life, recording scores, which reduced to the number 9 – the complete cycle for birth. I searched tables of food and ate. I took the driver’s seat and drove, with the top open, over a bridge, where above me a green wheel turned. I watched my child (who looks so much like me) let go and felt only peace as he released his hold. I turned back time and became a young woman again. It was summer, 74 degrees (reduces to 11), and I was among a crowd of peers heading down a hill to swim. At the intersection of paths, I decided to walk alone. I went to the rocky shore, instead of the sandy, sun-filled beach, and stripped bare of my white shorts and flowered blouse, before I lay my body on the pebbles and let the water wash me clean. Here, I felt freedom. I felt release. I shouted back, fearless, to the girls who taunted me, calling them out on who they really were. I swam away from the boys who followed my naked form through the water, and pulled my clothes over my wet body before I walked back up the hill, alone. Later, in another dream, a messenger hugged me and told me it was time to surrender. To let [you] go. So I did.

 

 

My Guardian (Angel)

For six months my body has held the tension of an attachment so strong its feared letting go. In many ways, our life journeys are all about letting go of our earthly attachments, those things that keep us bound and tethered, preventing our souls from soaring through the clear air of our truth. Yet, some attachments, those formed by love, are so fiercely imbedded into our being that we cannot imagine taking another breath without them. When the physical body leaves, though, love remains.

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That is the concept that has held me up for the past six months as I have wondered each day if one of the greatest teachers and loves of my life will survive her next birthday. To tell you how she has transformed me from a life filled with fear to love, from dis-ease to healing and from the limited sight of the ocular, to see through the eyes of the soul, would take me hours that I cannot now count. She is still here. She will always be here, I know, even when she is not. We are bound together beyond the corporeal. Together we share love in the purest form.

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What a gift it has  been to share this part of my journey with her, to yield the leash and allow her to guide my hand. She is like no other love I have known, and I will, inevitably, miss her form when it is time for her to return to the home where all souls one day go. My face will miss the silky down of her fur, my eyes, the soft wisdom of her gaze, and my hands will hold onto the feel of her pull, urging me forward.

These past months, I have struggled to hold the finite limits set on life, to reign them in and never let them go. I have attempted to deny the inevitable giving way, even though my heart knows that together, Daisy and I have traveled the end of our life path together. The rest is bonus time. The gifts we have shared cannot be measured through time and its limitations. They will continue when her body returns to the earth. She was my guardian for 5 and 1/2 years of this life, and I have no doubt I will feel her love long after she travels across the rainbow bridge.

Today, as I struggled through a morning of inconclusive exams at the veterinary office, then brought Daisy home to watch her eyes hunger for food that her throat would not swallow, my body gave way the trappings of tension I had been holding. There were tears, there still are as I write. There will be more. That is how we heal. But for now, Daisy is still here, barking her guardianship for the surrounding world to hear. And that is enough.

Before I wrote this post, I walked into another room and the feather shown below dropped from the ceiling from an unseen source, directly into my path. Although it is small, there was no way I could miss it. As Doreen Virtue often reminds us, the gift of a feather is a sign of love from our guides and guardian angels. What a perfect gift for this day.

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The cat & the heron

This poem came out of two recent dreams, one with a cat messenger, the other with heron.

Bast, scratch memory back into skin

I walk the Hall of Two Truths

searching for rebirth. Bennu, shed

the gray for white with a ribbon

of blue. Lonely hunter of voice

speak to me of silence. I wade

between worlds seeking balance

to bend with willow’s grace

is the gift of sorrow

Crow – A Trickster Totem?

Frequently, during healing sessions with my clients, animal energies will appear as messengers or totems. Recently, a crow made its presence known by appearing on a woman’s left shoulder. I felt a chuckle escape from my mouth, clearly this one was a bit of a trickster.

Often, our bird totems will perch themselves on our shoulders, and travel with us throughout our days. They offer us guidance and wisdom, even when we don’t know they are there, much like our spirit guides do. In fact, I view them as spirit guides specialized in the energetic characteristics of the particular animal they represent. As I told my client, sometimes they come and go as needed, sometimes they are with us for the span of our life-time. I think crow, in her case, was what you might call a primary totem animal. Her shoulder was even fatigued from its weight.

Although she could not “feel” the fatigue and muscle strain they way I could, it was significant that it was there. Crow as a totem animal guide can be a bit complex and mischievous, much like its counter-part appears in nature. They are clever survivors, and will go through any means of trickery needed to get to their desired goal.

Watch for crows in nature, and you will often find them perched on the top of trees as sentinels, looking for opportunities. Their black, feathered bodies evoke the energy of mystery and magic. Their piercing eyes mirror wisdom. They are adaptable birds, and find the means to survive in any situation they encounter. When needed, they work together to find food sources, even if it means stealing from another animal. Their diet is not limited, they’ll eat pretty much anything at hand. They’ll even turn on each other, if the circumstance threatens their individual survival.

At other times, crows act together, using sentinels and messengers to relay information regarding food sources and danger. Listen to the crow’s voice and you cannot help but feel its power. It is not usually a pleasant sound, like a song bird, but it holds an undeniable strength. When a crow passes overhead, even if it is silent, one may feel the impulse to shiver. Yes, there is mystery in the crow, which often pulls us to the place of magic and secrets.

Black is considered the color of creation, and the feminine energies of the universe. As Ted Andrews points out in Animal Speak, black represents the womb where new birth occurs. The crow, as a totem animal, can help us with this aspect of ourselves, showing us how to go within to find our inner magic and to pull out hidden gifts.

In the case of my client, the crow on her shoulder had been with her for some time, helping her to survive, but not always ethically. It was time to shift the crow’s energy, and I urged her to shake the crow off its perch from time to time, and let if fly around, switch shoulders, etc. Since she has already done much healing, I have no doubt my client will start working with crow in a new way, using its energetic gifts to delve into the truths of her soul, and use her intellect in ways that will bring light to not only herself, but to others.

Crow can draw us into the mysteries of the womb and stir it to life, but we must take care to ensure that we bring those gifts into the light in a means that will bring more than personal gain.