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My life changed years ago when I was awakened to see that I am living a divine life. Things stopped happening by chance and began happening in a very orderly and synchronistic fashion. I was fascinated, so I stepped back and began to observe the reality show called “my life.”

In this show one mystical thing leads to another. I call it Connecting the Dots of the Divine.

As previous posts mentioned, I’ve needed lots of Universal assistance. Fortunately, it appears without fail. The help I’m sharing about today arrived in the form of a blog post by Dan L. Hays, entitled Independence Day- Little Danny Set Free.

About a week after I read Dan’s post I found myself distraught over yet another newly uncovered memory of trauma. The details were beginning to flood into my mind. It was early morning. Needing comfort, I went outside to sit quietly and listen to nature. I began the deep breathing that would lead me into a meditation. It was my intention to call home the fragments of my soul, the essence of me still attached to the past trauma. One second I was trying to relax and clear my mind, the next moment the meditation took on a life of its own morphing into a healing visualization.

While I’m no stranger to visualizations, typically I remain aware of the part of me that is writing and directing the script. However, this time I was not writing. I was watching. The spectator, and yet bizarrely, I was also starring in the show.

The following is what spontaneously happened to me while I was meditating. Remember, this did not actually happen in real life.

Sixteen

I watched in silence as she emerged from blackness and began walking slowly toward me across the pavement. Although I didn’t want to take my eyes off of her, I did want to know where I was. I looked around quickly. Nausea rushed through me and settled in my throat. I recognized this parking lot.

A faint light emanated from a lonely light post. I couldn’t see past the area of the parking lot. My whole view was only black asphalt, a dim light, more black nothingness, and her.

We were completely alone.

Once she reached me, she crumpled, dropping to her knees and falling forward. Burying her face in her hands, she didn’t care about her long ratted hair piling up around her on the ground. She looked so small. Her tiny body was heaving, releasing anguish.

I looked down at the younger me, my heart aching with compassion. I/she was only Sixteen.

Sixteen’s hair hid her tear soaked face. Her light green miniskirt was dirty and her tanned legs were smeared with streaks of mud and blood. I reached down intending to take her in my arms hoping she’d allow me to. After all, it had been twenty-seven years since I left her in alone in the dark.

“It’s going to be okay now,” I said softly. Bending over, I reached for her hand to pick her up but she snatched it from me. I noticed the filthy bandage. White tape was struggling to hold in place what had earlier been white gauze.

A memory flashed through my mind. Motley Crue. Cal Expo. Climbing over a razor barbed wire fence.  The disapproving look on the face of the Expo medic who bandaged it for me.  I’d told her that I smashed it in the car door.

I looked down at my forty-three-year-old hand. A long white scar ran from the base of the middle finger through my palm. Shuddering, I remembered the doctor telling me the next day that it was too deep to be stitched. Never heard of that before.

Trying again to help Sixteen, I now put my hands under her arms, lifted her and held her steady until her legs were willing to hold her up.

“You’re with me now and I’m going to take care of you,” I promised.

Her body was rigid in response to my arms being around her. I knew she yearned for a safe embrace, but she didn’t trust me and I didn’t blame her. As broken as she was, as badly as she needed comfort, she still pulled away from me long enough to look me in the eyes and flash the “I don’t need you” look of defiance.Behind her front, I saw pure pain. Self-loathing. Shame.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” I said. “Do you know that what happened wasn’t your fault?”

Her eyes began to well with more tears.

“Just because you went out with Joe didn’t give him permission to rape you,” I said softly.

“This is about what’s broken within Joe,” I continued. “It was his choice, his crime, a result of his anger toward his life that he took out on you.”

“But some part of me knew he was dangerous.” Sixteen said out loud.  In her mind, she continued with “so, I got what was to be expected, I guess.”

I could hear her thoughts. The critic within her mind started reminding her of the stories she’d told herself to offset her fear of Joe.

Before I went out with him, he had a beautiful, rich and popular girlfriend for a long time. Surely if he was a bad guy, she wouldn’t have stayed with him.

I listened as her thoughts circled back around to self-blame.

Still, you knew he was kinda scary. You’re the stupid one who wore a miniskirt and got into the car with those two boys that night. Idiot!

“You aren’t stupid, I said, responding to her thoughts,” and what you wear doesn’t give someone the right to harm you. A miniskirt doesn’t mean you are walking around asking to be raped.” I said. “It’s always a good idea to exercise caution in life and do your best to avoid sketchy situations, however, if something bad happens to YOU, that doesn’t make it your fault. The guilt lies with the person who chooses to commit the crime. Period. Our society still hasn’t corrected this innuendo, the blaming the victim. Sixteen, I hope you believe me when I tell you that society is often very wrong in their collective mentality, their “collective unconsciousness.”

I was hoping she wouldn’t rebuff me as I continued, “The only reason you ever chose to hang out with Joe in the first place is because you don’t know how valuable you are. There’s something very special about you. You’re amazing- An absolutely magical blend of tender heart and warrior strong. You deserve the most loving people in your life. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

She was listening.

What I know now at this age is that in every situation there’s something to learn. It’s not about blame. So I asked her, “Do you remember how you felt when you heard stories about Joe picking fights with other boys? You were really anxious, right?”

She nodded.

“That was your internal guidance system. Your intuition let you know that he was unsafe to be around. Do you remember what you told yourself to override that feeling?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said, “I figured that all boys on the football team probably get off on fighting with others. It makes sense because it’s an aggressive sport.”

I nodded and explained, “It was in that moment that you discounted your own wisdom. The lesson here is that you don’t have to trust what your mind says. You don’t even have to listen to what others tell you. But, you can trust your feelings. If you pay attention to how you feel around people, that will be all the information you need to know. Your feelings will show you who to steer clear of and those who aren’t safe to be around.”

She looked confused.

“I’m not saying that’s easy. The trick it to not allow the mind to negotiate. If you feel a little uneasy, no matter how small, pay attention to it. Learning this one thing, will completely change your life. I promise.”

I asked Sixteen if she was ready to try and heal this long held wound. She looked doubtful, but she nodded.

Calling out for God, I asked that our angel guides and our family of love and light be with us. I knew it would be good for Sixteen to see the powerful otherworldly support she had for this life. Our angel guides, Fred and Arianna arrived with Aslan, our lion.

Standing close to us, they  blended their energy with ours, completely encompassing the adult me, and the Sixteen-year-old me. Behind our inner circle, I could see a second, much larger circle of glowing light in the shape of more angels.

As we watched, our guides established a strong energy field ready to assist in the formal release of Sixteen’s long carried darkness. She bent over at the waist and her body started trembling. Moving to her side, Aslan leaned against her supporting her weight.

Then it began.

As she sobbed, dark wisps of pain energy began to rise from her body. Guided by the angels it was directed to a healing station on the other side of this realm. The black mist continued and continued until light began to shine from above. Twenty-seven years of silence, grief and emotional pain had been acknowledged and then set free.

She stood up straight as the golden light shone down on the top of her head. In my mind I heard, restoration of spirit. When the darkness has gone, it may be replaced with the warmth of inner love/light.

The healing session was complete. We thanked the angels as they said goodbye for now, and disappeared from our sight.

“Wow,” Sixteen said. “Are those your angels?”

“They’re OUR angels,” I told her, smiling at her awe. “From now on, let’s stay together,” I suggested, “and let them take care of us.”

End of visualization.

Much later that day, I was reflecting on the vivid nature of my EXPERIENCE wondering where the heck it had come from. I was marveling at the complexity of the mind and the brilliance of the divine. I realized my subconscious had been imprinted when I read Dan’s post. When the time was right the imprint went to work inside one of my regular meditations.

While the experience was incredibly powerful for me, I’d feel negligent leaving this story with the implication hanging that one visualization has healed everything related to this incident.

For me, this very special meditation was a tool that I’d been missing. It took me on a journey back in time to begin a conversation with the parts of me that I’ve held in the darkness. I was then able to give those shunned parts all the love, understanding and compassion they never received. It was the beginning of a process in which I ask all parts of my soul to rejoin me so that I may honor their experiences. We can then work together to heal. Mind you, I also believe that healing doesn’t have to be full time work. I’m not ruling out the option of instant healing. Through my Creator all things are possible.

When I read Dan’s post, this visualization was triggered in me. So now I send out my words with love and hope, and ask spirit to guide them to those who need to hear this message.

Peace & Love,

Kim

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What happens to a person energetically when there’s unresolved trauma in their life?

A small part of the soul, a fragment, can remain stuck in time attached to the trauma. If there’s been many core upsets in our lives, our souls, in essence, are “parted out.” Living without all of our soul energy can greatly affect our vital energy, the life force.

In the last couple of years it’s become evident that I’m missing many soul fragments.

I’d always had the inner sense, a feeling, that during the times in which I’d blanked out memories that something very bad had happened, I just didn’t want that to be true. So I shunned the wisdom of my body and turned to my mind. I opted to think it away and stop feeling.

I used thought to minimize feelings by telling myself that Since I only have pieces and flashes, maybe I don’t remember it right. It probably wasn’t that bad. This went on for years.

This is also how parts of me got left behind like wounded soldiers abandoned on the battlefield. 

Then I followed my guidance to write a book.

While writing Living in the Rear View Mirror I gave a voice to my life history. Thanks to a twelve-step program sharing the story wasn’t as painful as it had once been. By then my perspective on life had shifted. Much forgiveness had occurred. I’d stopped blaming everyone else for my misery and for the first time could also accept my own mistakes. The writing had given me a purpose- to help others- and in a way was a celebration. Not only had I survived, but I’d found a way to release a crushing amount of emotional weight.When the daily migraines I’d lived with for the prior 12 years yielded I just knew I was on the right path.

I had no clue what was happening deep within.

The writing of the book had triggered me, but not on a level you could see. Layers upon layers below the surface the parts of me holding the memories that I’d blocked throughout my life had been shaken out of their dark hiding spots. Awakening, they realized their time had come. Pandora’s box had finally been opened.

Some of those memories were buried 36 years deep. They began their slow ascent to the surface.

As they made their way through my body system, there were signs that something was happening internally, but I was still in awe of the profound healing that had occurred. I was also in awe of the presence of my Creator. My understanding of life was rapidly expanding through divine tutoring. I was delighted to be able to share these divine life tools by writing my second book.

Life conditions were far from perfect but I was experiencing   beautiful grace as I walked through them. The world was wondrous. I could see the divine absolutely everywhere. I was blessed.

My mind was in a good place when my body began to show signs of great distress.  I sought medical help. My doctor told me to “Talk to my sponsor,” about why I was “unmotivated to work.” Ironically, this was the same doctor who had been scolding me for years about working too hard…

Never in my life has anyone around me been able to say that I lack motivation. What I was lacking was energy. Months passed before I sought help again. An MRI was ordered to rule out a brain tumor. When it came back negative (thank God) I was back at square one. I still couldn’t find a medical doctor interested in my very complex set of symptoms.

I could now barely get out of bed. Without the gusto to advocate for myself and push against the medical system, my body was now alone in its plight and in rapid decline. I was blindsided by what happened next.

Horrifically detailed memories of past trauma began forging onto the landscape of my mind. My whole system responded with shock. The shock was blowing the motherboard. I was now mentally overwhelmed, in a state of perpetual confusion and incredibly ill. The first and second phase healing tools I’d written about in New From the Inside Out were absolutely no match for this level of devastation.

When riding a tidal wave the practice of releasing negative thoughts and redirecting them to more positive things will do nothing to calm the water.

I needed to regain some energy in order to face the truth. I learned of my soul fragments and knew I had to call them home so that I may be the loving steward they need, rather than the perpetrator of more abandonment. The idea of inviting all that pain back to my consciousness sent shivers through me.

I hope you’ll return to read Part Three in this series of posts where you’ll learn what happened when I called the teenage me home and how our Creator “connects-the dots-of-the-divine.” In this case just reading a blog post from friend and fellow author, Dan L. Hays created an amazing opportunity for healing.

Why do I put myself through this?

When we commit to transforming our minds and our lives it’s an ongoing process. More is revealed along the journey. It takes a great deal of courage to work on oneself, but I find that infusions of courage show up when needed.

Does it sound like by facing the past we stir up hell? I’ve come to realize that attempting to ignore, go around or suppress trauma is the living hell. If I elect to side step the pain, it will still find a release by choosing its own method of expression.

I already know what this hell has to offer, the only unknown is what lies on the other side of facing the memories, facing the truth.

I’ve learned that the more I’m willing to grow as a person, the more tools I gain for use in daily life. I figure if I hadn’t been willing to learn the first set of major lessons almost six years ago, what I’m going through now could be very different. I could very well be in the fetal position wondering how many painkillers I’d need to take in order to accidentally not wake again.

One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned is that each day doesn’t have to be either good or bad. Ten years ago, if one thing sucked, absolutely everything sucked. Today, while my body may not feel well and my mind regularly short circuits, I’m still able to appreciate the beauty in the world and keep love alive in my heart. The resilience of the human condition continues to humble me- and I continue to grow in compassion and love.

I know I’m not alone. I know that others are challenged now, too. If that’s you, just know that someone cares.

Because of my courage to begin this journey years ago, I now know that I get to choose what I believe. I believe that on the other side of facing my shadows, I will stand in an even brighter light and be free.

Peace & Love,

Kim

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The tone of his first email was so genuine, kind and supportive that I naturally responded.  His subsequent emails were the same. We became friends and stayed in touch. I observed almost immediately that our lives were traveling down a remarkably similar path. Initially, most often our lives were totally in sync. When they weren’t we were taking turns going through the same things. These days I’m the one following behind, very blessed to have this peaceful warrior ahead of me.

Could his inspiration to write that first email be a thing of chance? Or was it something more?

I believe the world is full of people whose energetic codes (sacred geometry) act as the keys that unlock hidden treasures within us. The treasure can take a variety of forms like a sudden change of perspective, instant wisdom or the easy understanding of subject matter that was previously quite difficult to absorb. We may feel physically better for no apparent reason, experience emotional healing, or even receive a flood of inspiration.While invisible to the naked eye, gifts in this form are way too special to be glossed over.

There is a higher order in a world that appears chaotic.

The world is full of people who are meant to help you, encoded to  help you. And you don’t even have to hunt for them. You can trust they will arrive in your life at the right time.

Also know that you, too, are a catalyst for those you meet. Your birth into the realm of this 3D planet had purpose. Every human carries sacred codes within the matrix of their body. What do you unlock in others?

I shared my story about Dan because my most recent example of this encoding in action involves him and is pretty striking.

At the beginning of our friendship the angels told me: There will be three men who will come into your life to help you heal the parts of yourself that were previously wounded by men.

As I got to know Dan it felt wonderful to converse with a gentleman whose only agenda was to help others. He asked for nothing and simply offered support right when it was needed. How divine.

Healing the Wounds of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

It began with a post made on my Facebook fan page. In the status update I shared that I could feel a new energy around me, one of a powerful lion. My new spirit animal was a fierce  protector, who wouldn’t leave my side. I named the lion Azlan.

(In my physical life a representation of the lion showed up at the same time. He came in the form of my enormous adopted dog, Baron, whose breed is also known to fiercely protect.)

At the time I was using various meditation techniques to try to honor, accept, heal and release the energy of the intense emotional pain I was experiencing. The mysterious blank spots of my life history now begun to fill in with vivid detail. The memories once buried deep in my psyche, arrived back on the scene complete with the associated feelings of fear, anxiety, nausea and horror. Lost was my ability to minimize or discount the severity of the trauma. Gone was my ability to rationalize and tell myself that without a whole story what I thought happened might not have actually happened.

The onset of brand new flashbacks began a couple years earlier. The processing of this grief had caused many shorts in the circuitry of my mind and body systems, creating multiple health challenges.

Although I’d been dealing with those ramifications, this was a whole new level of dark revelation I’d not faced before.

The loving energy that is my Creator heard the distraught call of my soul. Azlan and Baron showed up when I thought I’d rather die than accept and live through what lay ahead of me. I needed the protection of a lion, a reason to live, to know that I wasn’t alone and more ideas on how to continue healing.

An email arrived from Dan. “I have a lion named Aslan, too,” he told me. “In fact, I wrote about him in one of my past postings.”

He gave me the link to his post so I could check it out. Mind you, I’ve visited and read Dan’s blog before, but I had never read this particular post. I am reprinting below with permission.

I hope you’ll return soon to read my next post in which I share what happened to me as a result of reading Dan’s story. That’s where the magic of our Creator’s coding really shows itself.

Peace & Love~

Independence Day – Little Danny Set Free!

September 12, 2009

For the last two years I’ve been working to overcome the effects of damage done by my Grandmother, who we all called Mamaw. When I was 8 years old, she asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said a famous writer, and she was appalled, and said “If you are a famous writer, they’ll call you crazy and lock you up!” She reinforced that message by telling me the doctor she worked for as a nurse had confirmed that if I was a writer when I grew up, and went crazy from it, he could have me put into an insane asylum. One night she shut me up in a closet to show me what it would be like to be locked up in an asylum!

I had done some powerful therapy work over the spring of 2009 to release those old messages, but realized over the summer that my inner child, who I called Danny, was afraid to leave that closet he had emotionally lived in for over 50 years. He was afraid that if he stepped outside, the bad thing would happen! I decided to do an exercise to get it across to Little Danny that he was in fact free, and didn’t have to live with that fear any longer. It was an exercise I had tried before, and written about in my book Freedom’s Just Another Word. Although it sounded kind of silly when I would describe it, the exercise had brought powerful results for me, and it just seemed like the next thing that needed to happen.

Note: This is a visualization – it didn’t happen in real time.

This is a dialogue July 4, 2009 between my adult self, and that wounded inner child:

“Danny, I’m going to show you in a whole different way that you are free – that you are free of Mamaw, and can leave those old messages behind forever. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, I am!”

“Excellent! Danny, do you remember the movie Forrest Gump?”

“Oh yes, I liked that movie a lot!”

“Remember when Forrest had a bulldozer knock down the house that had caused Jennie so much pain?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we’re going to do that to Mamaw’s house today.”

He grinned, then got very thoughtful.

“What are you feeling?”

“That feels – deep. Powerful. good. It feels right! So her house, the closet, all of it, will be gone? I like that image! Let’s do it!”

“Alright. First, imagine yourself back in her house.” He shuddered a bit, then nodded. “You are standing in the closet in her back bedroom.” I could see him visualizing being there. “As you look out of the closet, there’s a bright golden light like we pictured in the therapist’s office. So there are no scary things in there. Do you see it?”

“Yes, it’s beautiful!”

“Good. Danny, do you remember the lion in the Chronicles of Narnia?”

“Yes, I liked him a lot!”

“What did he represent?”

“God. Jesus.”

“He was pretty powerful and golden, wasn’t he?”

“Oh yes, he was enormous, and you knew he wasn’t a tame lion, but you felt safe with him. It was really special.”

“Yes, I agree, Danny. Alright, I want you to picture the lion standing in the middle of that back bedroom. Take your time. See him?”

“Oh wow – that is amazing!”

“OK, Danny, here’s what we’re going to do. When you’re ready, you’re going to take my hand, and we’re going to step out of the closet, and go to the lion.”

He nodded, then thought about that for a long time. The lion stood there placidly, watching us, in complete repose.

Finally I said, “Danny, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then take my hand.” He did, and then we began to walk, two steps and we were past the door of the closet. I heard his breath catch, but he kept walking, until we were standing in the middle of the back bedroom, next to the lion.

“Danny, you can pet him if you want. He’ll let you.” He started stroking the lion’s mane very gently. This continued for a long time. Finally he stopped and looked up at me.

“Danny, I want you to hold on to the lion’s mane, and then we’re going to walk out of the house.” He reached up and held the mane, and the three of us began to walk. We squeezed through the bedroom doorway, went down the hall, across the living room, and out the front door. We crossed the lawn, stopped out by the curb, turned, and looked back at the house.

It was nothing remarkable – a small white shotgun house, two bedrooms across the back, bathroom, small kitchen to the left as we were facing it, dining area and living room in the middle, attached garage on the right. It still astounded me that something so unremarkable could store so much pain.

The three of us stood there for a long time looking, Danny still holding my hand and the mane of the lion. Finally, I could see him notice the bulldozer, sitting silently off to the right of the garage.

“Danny, that bulldozer is going to knock down the house. But he won’t do it until you wave at him. That’s his signal to start. Take your time to get ready. We’re in no hurry.” He stood and looked at the house for the longest time. Then he let go of my hand, and waved at the bulldozer driver, and took my hand again.

With a rumble we could all feel through our feet, the powerful diesel cranked up. The driver pulled slowly up to the corner of the garage, put his blade down and started crunching through. The roof of the garage started caving in, and the driver backed out to let it fall. He moved over to the left of the porch and rammed his way directly into the living room, until it too began to fold up. He backed out, then did the same at the left corner of the house. I heard screeching noises that I presumed were the tiles on the kitchen counter folding in. Now the front half of the house was buckled down. The driver backed up, then drove up on to the rubble in the middle, wood crunching under his tracks, until the weight of the dozer collapsed the pier and beam foundation, and the whole living room area started flattening. then it was like the house broke in the middle along the roofline, and the center portion of the house dropped, leaving exposed beams. He made a couple of more passes on the right, and then the left. We heard a terrible squeal when I suspected he ran over the old metal bathtub.

Then the driver backed out, went all the way to the right of the house, and began to push on the back half of the house. He seemed to be working very methodically. He pushed through the back bedroom and collapsed that part. He backed out, moved to the center, and pushed right through where the closet had been. One more pass, and Mamaw’s bedroom collapsed, behind where the kitchen had been.

All this time, the three of us were standing silently and watching, fascinated. The driver began to run back and forth over the rubble of the whole house, breaking it up into smaller and smaller chunks. I had paid him well and told him to take his time. Finally the ruins were broken down and pulverized, and the only things standing were the concrete steps at the front door, and another set of concrete steps leading to the kitchen – what used to be the kitchen.

Then the driver went once more back to the right of the house, and lowered his blade to the ground, and began pushing the rubble backward, toward the back yard. It took several passes for each section of rubble, but finally as he pushed he would be exposing raw dark dirt under the foundation that hadn’t seen light in many, many years.

At last it was done. The rubble was pushed far out into the back yard, and where the house had been was only raw dirt. The driver backed out, turned off his engine. The silence felt good after all the noise and rumbling. You could still hear ticking noises off the diesel engine, but otherwise, it was silent.

We stood there for a moment longer, then the three of us began walking across the front lawn. We walked up to where the front wall of the living room had been, and stopped. I didn’t want to go further, in case of random debris. All we wanted was to be able to see. Brown dirt, crisscrossed with bulldozer tracks, was all that was left of the house, all that was left of the closet.

We stood there looking at the empty space for a long time. Then we turned, still holding on to one another, and walked away.

I’m honored to say that New From the Inside Out has been chosen by Cyrus A. Webb, president of Conversations Book Club, as “Book of the Year” as well as the theme for the year.

To find out more about Cyrus and all the great work he’s doing to promote reading and authors, check out Conversations Radio, Conversations Magazine, and Conversations Book Club by clicking on the links in the recommended link section below and to the right.

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Thank you again Cyrus!

Peace & Love,

Kim

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“I got this.”

“I don’t need anyone’s help.”

“It’s weak (or embarrassing) to ask for help.”

“I can’t rely on anyone.”

I worked very hard to be self-sufficient and took great pride in paying my own way so that I would never need anything from you. If I needed your help that might give you the upper hand, which is something I couldn’t afford emotionally.

That was then, this is now…

Even though I have since allowed that façade to fall, it seems that when a person makes great change, a few energy remnants can get stuck behind and need a little clearing out.

Recently, the angels saw a big opportunity with me. My laptop, my lifeline to the world, began to fail. With no way to replace it, I began to worry and then heard the angels speak to me in the familiar whisper. Ask for help on the blog. 

What? You mean publicly? Shudder. No one said that following guidance was comfortable. Ninety percent of the time when I follow angel guidance, I find myself in the stretch zone.

Why do I have to keep revealing things about my life on such a public level?? I whined to the angels. Even as I fussed, I could feel something stirring within my spirit. I could feel Wisdom waiting in the wings, promising to reveal its wonder to me if only I was willing to do my part…take the first step.

My instructions were simple: Ask for help, be honest about why you need help and honor the free will of the reader. 

The angels have a great sense of humor. They teased that I wasn’t allowed to “qualify” my donors. There would be no asking donors to prove they could afford to help me (smile). I was encouraged to avoid making comments like “You shouldn’t have,” or “That’s too generous.”

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In listening to the angels for so long now, I’ve learned that through all difficulty there is a higher meaning and  purpose. Much of what humans call suffering is actually the facilitation of a valuable lesson, or emotional release that leads to better understanding of ourselves and more compassion for others.

There’s information in this post that’s repetitious, however, as someone who requires repetition to learn, I don’t question their methods. Their messages, while similarly worded, are different enough to create new encoding which will unlock understanding for additional  people.

My guides have explained:

It’s time…

As the Earth’s vibration is being altered to hold the resonance of Peace, Unity/Love there are practices that can assist humans through energy adjustments and transitions.

It’s time to do what’s necessary to bring you into full love and acceptance of yourself.

It’s time to become skilled at maintaining peace of mind.

It’s time for our daily lives to include the practice of managing our energy through intention and visualizations. 

It’s time for grounding techniques to be “a habit.”

Here are eight suggestions for making energetic adjustments smoother:

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A few days ago the angels suggested I prepare a post offering insight, and hopefully some comfort, to the many people of the world experiencing serious challenges in their lives right now. While writing that post, the angels flowed into another message directed toward the world’s “in service” workers; the intuitives, healers, energy workers, light workers, life coaches, psychologists, counselors, etc. These are the people that others usually turn to when they need help.

At this time, however, many of the helpers-of-humanity are in need of some support and direction themselves.

Even if you’ve done a great deal of work on yourself and have been successful helping others improve their lives, even if you have a large chest of spiritual tools to utilize, even if you’ve got a lot of knowledge, you’re human. You can still be knocked off your center. 

You probably intuitively know what’s going on already. Even so, the angels encouraged me to deliver the message, reminding me that I’ve felt better in the past when I was able to find folks online that I could relate to. They reminded me of times when I had questions like: Did anyone else feel the energy shift in the world last night? Are there others who feel electrical surges running through their body?

So it’s my turn to offer this post with love as validation for what you might be going through. You’re not crazy. You’re just a part of the collective mission—Mission Courageous.

This one’s for you….

For the healers, life coaches, counselors, energy workers and light workers of the world: As we make the transition to the age of peace and love, things may seem extra difficult for you. Shaking the lower energies from your system may be a little more intense (okay, a lot more intense) than you anticipated. In fact, you may be reeling at times. This is not without purpose. You know this.  

The angels shared this message: Before you ever came to this Earth plane, you volunteered to suffer the human condition so you’d have the opportunity to learn how to heal yourself and transcend suffering. It was not intended that you linger long in any suffering energy. The healing work you do on yourself has a ripple effect throughout the world. It invites more light to the realm. You intended to do the work of your soul, and in doing so, will amass valuable knowledge to share with others. You were chosen for this mission because of the intentions you hold. You accepted Mission Courageous.

The path of light can be difficult and we honor your efforts. If you are experiencing the human emotions of feeling punished, confused, or even crazy, we wish to remind you that you are perfect and loved. You are worthy, and part of your divine mission rests on your ability to stake claim to that worthiness.

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I write when divinely inspired…

Sometimes, if I’m lucky and all cylinders are firing, I can whip a short post out in one day. More commonly,  the post takes form over the course of many days. When there’s a hold up in the writing process, it’s usually because the human filter—me—hasn’t found  the right words to express the message as intended. Once I do reach the right vibe, I feel “cleared to post.”

Mind you, this doesn’t imply that my posts are perfect expressions of the divine. I just do my best to maintain the highest intention and integrity of the message I’m transmitting. Since this is my primary focus, I rarely remember what I’ve written.

When I read the old post, I made the assumption the message was for me, but was quickly told, There are many people in need of this message. It turned out to be a very expanded one. Here we go:

There are so many of us being stretched to our perceived limits.

The more I stretch, the more I learn about my many layers. I’m one divinely complex human. You are too. I’m learning that I’m capable of much more than I think. And so are you. If you’re feeling stretched, it’s not without purpose. The world is experiencing powerful purification. Some of us are facing our biggest challenges ever. Yes, ever.

Are you feeling out of it? In limbo? Spiritually lost? Funky? Disconnected from the world at large? What about disconnected from your Creator? No matter how unsettled or messy you feel right now, the angels tell me Your life is still being divinely managed. 

You are being presented with opportunities to rise above what you believe are your limitations.

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In Oprah’s historic last show she spoke to millions of people about energy, much to my delight. Earlier this year my angelic guides told me that they encourage folks to learn as much as they can about the way energy works.

Energy is a big subject. The good news is that you don’t have to be a quantum physicist to understand how it impacts your daily life. Years ago when my guides began giving me lesson upon lesson, it didn’t take me long to realize that everything is about energy. Your entire life is created by your energy interactions. You’d be doing yourself a huge favor to learn all you can.

In my book, New From the Inside Out, I wrote about our daily energy exchanges. Absolutely everything you do all day long is an energy exchange. Here’s the kicker: The effects of those exchanges are cumulative. Everything you choose to engage in affects you. Every depressing song listened to, every harsh thought, every hug, every smile, everything. 

You can be sitting on your behind watching TV, feeling like you’re relaxing, yet you are still receiving an energy transmission through the choice of your programming. What is the vibration of the show you’re watching?

You might feel all alone when you’re at home banging away on your computer keyboard. But, if you’re plugged into the Internet you’re connected to an energy exchange almost beyond comprehension. The Internet is alive. It’s a whole world of energy inside our world of energy.

You Are a Creator Being. 

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