Sacred Gates

Now this is interesting ...

2011-09-12T11:18:00.002+10:00

According to the date on this site, I have not posted anything since June, but truthfully, I posted something from my 'drafts' folder that I started in June, in July. Where it had been, because it was not in the draft folder all during June and up until it came back in July (it had vanished when I tried to post it the day it was written), because I checked. How strange .. but .. whatever.

Today I wanted to express my bemusement, and tentative delight in finding a Christian Spiritualist church here in Pakenham. Well, its not actually in Pakenham, its in Officer, but it is in a little church-looking building, and it seems to be everything I would want my own christian spiritualist church to be.

Why am I so cautious in my estimation .. well, I've only been there once, but I really did like what I saw. The ministers, male and female, ran the service together. The messages were good, appropriate to the theme of the day, as were the songs. There were jokes. People held hands during prayer, which I always think is lovely .. great energy .. and I went through their song book (can't call it a hymn book, no hymns in it) and the songs all have good clear messages, and are not 'just anything cute' as some of the song books in spiritualist churches I have seen. Afternoon tea might have been better, but I've been spoilt by the Wantirna spiritual church .. they have GREAT afternoon teas. And the other lovely thing is that this church is open to ideas from all other religions ... YIPPEEE!

So, check it out for yourselves, if you, like me, are searching for God in all sorts of places,

Pakenham Spiritualist Church http://www.pakenhamspiritualistchurch.com/

Love & Peace
Ama

The Open Door Policy

2011-06-20T14:43:00.005+10:00

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Good afternoon, on a cold, creepy and blustery winter day here near Melbourne in Australia. I am watching the breeze blowing my curtain around. The window is shut, but a flying rock, many years ago, made a small hole in the bottom corner .. and I like to have breeze in the spaces I am in, cold or not.

That curtain is a strange thing .. it moves by itself. Sometimes its all the way open, and sometimes, like now, its almost shut. And its not me, or members of my living household, who are moving it about - oh no, to move the dear thing you have to climb up on my desk, take hold of the curtain rail and pray it doesn't fall down in your hands when you try and shift the curtain along .. so it tends to stay wherever it ends up. LOL

I wanted to talk to folks about 'the open door policy'. Cute name, not so helpful problem. It's about not letting ghosts in your house, or your energy, since I have people both painfully haunted and wearing attachments we cannot shift. Why does it happen .. I can explain that .. what we can't explain is why we can't shift them.

When I was growing up the 'church' taught 'do not play in the occult'. I thought they were crazy .. what's harmful about tarots etc .. still of that opinion, but two things that I know are trouble in the making are ouijas, and being haunted. One can lead to the other, and where the ouija is concerned .. it can lead to much worse .. but its not a topic for today .. so where was I? Oh yes ...

I know it can be fun to have doors move by themselves, have voices whispering just beyond your hearing, have taps and knocks, and things move .. except knives being thrown of course, which does happen ... people thrive on the fascination of the unseen. They 'must' ghost hunt. It begins as an entertaining experience, and ends up an obsession .. and why? Because we fear death .. well, I don't, but lots of people do .. and 'need' to know for certain what happens after we die. But I'll tell you now, the ghosts don't know folks .. because their 'world' is a tiny bubble of repeating patterns that has NOTHING to do with what really happens when we leave these bodies and pass into healing.

Ghosts .. a ghost is the spirit of a person who has died, who has not crossed over - gone through the veil - down the tunnel - found his or her loved ones - returned to God - gone to Nirvana .. or whatever else way you want to describe it. No, a ghost is a mass of confused emotion, heading for furiously angry, who is starving for something they do not know where to find .. but there are touches of it, and glimpses of it, in the energy of living people .. so they feed on the living, and the living suffer because of it. Oh yes, Fred .. that means you. You think ghosts are fun .. I know they are trouble waiting to happen. You love the cupboard door opening when no one is there .. used to scare the hell out of me as a kid. Doesn't now, but if a cupboard door opens without a reason I'll be checking the house and making sure whomever it is is going into healing quick smart. So they tend to stay closed.

Ghosts .. there are no neutral ghosts. There is no such thing as a ghost just 'hanging around' that isn't feeding from the living. And here is where the trouble starts .. because people want the fun without having to pay for it .. and you don't change that attitude when you are dead. We all love freebies, and until we pass into Healing, we will accept handouts whenever they are offered .. and a living person who lets a ghost hang around the house longer than the 10 minutes it takes to recognise them and get them into healing, is giving the ghost a freebie of their energy.

Why is this a problem .. because they do not take the excess energy we produce every day. No, they take our core energy, our soul energy, if you like. And the more you lose of that, as its slow to replenish, the sicker a living person can become .. mind, body and spirit. Mental illness can be one of the symptoms of perpetual hauntings, schizoprenia comes in two forms .. the voices in your head could be your over active ego, or they could be entities attaching to your energy. We can remove the latter, but can't do much about the former .. but there is medication nowadays .. thank goodness.

Life force energy powers everything we do, and we need all of our own. We were not designed to give that away .. or worse, have it taken .. because it is stolen from us in haunting situations ... who has ever had a ghost walk through them, and come away tired, drained and very, very cold. Oh heck yeah .. I can hear the guy, a few months ago, who couldn't wait to meet a demon 'just for the experience'. I pray for him, that he never will. I feel the same way about ghosts. We don't need this to happen. We shouldn't be looking for it .. and yet we do.

I admit to being a hypocrit, but only because I actually know how to protect myself psychicly. I help out in a couple of Investigation groups from time to time. It's fun to visit a haunted house and watch people's reactions to the odd things that happen .. like the glass that went in big circles on the table .. and I love orb photos .. but I go to those groups because I also know how to protect the people in them .. so that they can go home safely after the experience .. not 'wearing' anyone. So there is method in my madness .. but how about yours?

The open door policy is what some people have on their homes, when they invite in ghosts, when they don't protect themselves before going into haunted locations, when they allow ghosts to hang around, after they know they are haunted. It's like a sign that the gypsies, and 'travellers in Australia, used to leave on the fence of a house where the living folk were prepared to feed them, in exchange for work, or not. Once the door is 'open' its very hard to close. And if a person is in two minds about ghosts, like the neutral ghost person, ghosts will take advantage of that double-mindedness and keep on dropping in, disrupting the family, stealing their energy, and making the sane insane, the sick sicker and the depressed even more depressed. And we call that fun?

The open door policy also applies to our energy. Some people invite ghosts into their energy for a chat. They 'like the company' of a voice in their heads that is not their own. They might have done this when they were very young, or it might have been thrust upon them in a moment of weakness, but the more willing they are for it to happen, and the longer it remains, the harder it is to UNDO what has been done. In a metaphysical sense, a symbol has been drawn on the fencepost of their energy (the aura) that allows access to anything .. and I mean anything .. that happens to be floating around. And then they come searching out people like me, trying to get help for the problems they have created .. and get upset when we cannot problem solve for them .. because something inside them wants the situation to remain the way it is .. otherwise change would happen.

How can I say that!!!!!! They are not responsible for what is happening. It is being done TO them, not by them .. and yet ... who was it that invited the ghost in in the first place, or the first ghost, and now they are inhabited by many? I have heard this story many times over the years, and my answer is always the same. Change. You have to change. You have to change your energy, make your aura uninhabitable. Deal with the issues that invited the ghosts in in the first place. Release them. Love yourself, love God/Spirit. Ask for help. Stop saying yes when you should be saying no. Don't tell me you 'can't' because can't means 'I won't try'. Yes, its going to be hard, it takes time, energy and work. There are no freebies here. Everything happens for a reason .. its not just a bunch of words hung together, its the truth. Learn the reason, release the patterns, and let the negative stuff go.

What's the other solution. Learn from other people's mistakes and don't get into situations like this in the first place.

I have been in this industry for over 20 years and talking about ghosts, demons and hauntings for more than that time. Some people will never be haunted, and some people will never escape it .. it all comes down to us. We choose our reality. And we can choose to change.

In Love & Peace
Ama

Trust

2011-05-30T15:15:00.006+10:00

Today is Monday, the first day of the rest of my life, and what am I doing with it? Washing. Ok, its not something profound, but at least its getting stuff clean. After that I might sort out the top of my desk, since decluttering your desk is as good as decluttering your head, according to an email that arrived in my inbox yesterday. I read it, then glanced around, and then hit the delete key. Maybe tomorrow. Today is tomorrow.

Back to the washing, which may not be hung out because the stuff from a few days ago is still on the line. It rains in Victoria. It rains a lot. A couple of years ago, just before I moved down here, there was a major, horrible, fire, that swept very close to this house (in relative terms), and my partner gave me weather reports (temp 47C, windspeed 100kms ph) from the top of the roof, where he was standing keeping an eye on what the fire was doing. Too many people died. In moments like that what do you do? Pray? I did.

A few days ago we took a drive through the region the fire had charred black. The trees have regenerated in their mad leafy patterns (all up the trunks, so few branches), but the undergrowth is still working hard to restore itself, and the tree ferns, in some areas, remain absent. During that time period there had been little to no rain, nor in Armidale NSW where I was living at the time, and now .. we have too much. When you look at that from a metaphysical point of view, what do you see? That those who are strong in their foundations can restore themselves, and those who are frail will fall? Some of the biggest and most beautiful trees did not recover, and the ferns are rampant in many areas .. so it doesn't matter how big or small you are .. what matters is what is happening underneath, inside you, in the quiet hidden places where your soul abides.

Australia is a land of extremes. There's no point in complaining about floods after long droughts .. this is Australia. So many people move here, or escape here, because we ARE the lucky country. We are governed by a bunch of lunatics who spend more time fighting than getting anything done, but at least they are not shooting at us when we protest their madness in the streets. Most of us have enough to eat, or more than enough, in some cases. Most of us have a safe place to sleep at night .. particularly now that its freezing cold, and there are many people out there trying to help those who don't .. who often don't want to be helped, or don't trust those trying to stretch out their hand in friendship, rather than a slap. They should not be expecting the slap ...

This blog started out with the thoughts about Trust. Who do you trust? Can you list the people on a page, a notepad, a stamp, on your fingers? Is God included in the list? That question comes up as I am discussing God, or gods, on another site, with folks that focus on communication with the dead, undead, and other unlikely givers of good cheer. God doesn't seem to fit anywhere with most of them. Mention the word and they go scampering away. And you know something, I don't blame them. Given the labels that 'God' now wears, I would run too. LOL If I saw God the way they do.

How do you trust something you cannot see? Good question. I had to stop and think about it for a moment, and then I remembered the sunrise, since we are now waking up in the dark. The sun comes up in the morning, we might not acknowledge that we do - but we trust that it will. Because we still get out of bed and get on with the day, and really don't notice the sunrise, unless its spectacular. I suppose it would be easier to trust God if he (she) stood up before us and did miracles? But why? It could only be slight of hand. Here's another example. Jump in your car and go for a drive. Make it on the freeway where some fool swoops around you and crosses 4 lanes in front of you (its happened), at 120kms an hour in a 100 zone .. I've driven through a deluge of rain on a London freeway, changing lanes constantly with cars that I couldn't see .. all I could see was the waves of water shooting skywards from their tyres .. and mine .. and we were doing 140kms. Even now my mind boggles. Between that and driving taxies for 2 years, I won't be frightened of driving again. Who did I trust then? Me, the other drivers? How about God? Was I praying then too .. you bet I was. Why was I travelling at that speed? Because there was nowhere to stop on the freeway, and everyone else was, and you had to keep up or be run over, and you had to change lanes regularly because the road to London kept changing all the time. Great analogy for life. It is not a regular straight, constant, safe, sensible, line. It weaves and dodges, and you have to learn to weave and dodge too.

So who do you trust? What the heck has God done to deserve it? That one hurts. If you go by the Old Testament trusting God is like playing Russian Roulette (with the gun). You have to love, honour and obey .. because if you don't, 'he' might smite you .. only no one has been smited (smit? smitted?) that we know of, in the past 2000+ years. So did we change Gods?

Interesting thought .. for a theology nut like me, but probably not for you .. so in brief terms, yes it appears we did. The old god in the Old Testament is called Jehovah, in the New Testament, Jesus called out from the cross to EL. If he had wanted Jehovah, I think he would have used his name quite clearly, given the circumstances.

The new God can be trusted to love us unconditionally, truly, deeply, madly (but not insanely). :-) The other thing you can trust is that s/he won't interfere in your life, one way or another. That's the gift of free will, the right to choose whatever path you want. You won't have to watch your back for lightning strikes, only bad behaviour by living humans, and some other nasty beings. That's their free will too. And what do you have to do in return for this love.

"Love one another as I have loved you". I know, in today's world, its a big ask .. but it can be a life-changing one. And all of us could use a little change once in a while.

What do you want to do - remain in a state of pain, or reach out to the hands reaching down to you and saying 'I love you'.

The most abused words in the english language, actually means we are alive and free, when we choose ....

"Your mission, if you choose to accept it ...................................................................."

Love & Peace,
Ama

Why we do what we do ...

2011-05-17T16:02:00.002+10:00

Interesting question.

Why do you do what you do - the positive and the negative. The stuff that is good for you, your help to others, the stuff that wears you out - even if its for a good cause, and the stuff that is just totally detrimental to your whole energy system - like putting a needle in your arm to get a high? Why do you do it?

I haven't done that, but I've jumped into situations that would make an angel turn and run. They are not supposed to interfere in our free will, you see, but that doesn't stop me .. when you are doing something completely nuts, or putting yourself in danger, when I can step in and say STOP! You don't have to listen. A lot of the time you don't .. and then I might have to clean up the mess afterwards, and I will, because I would never let you stand there alone and helpless when I can lend a hand, a smile or my energy.

Sometimes we have to do something that defies another's free will, to save them, and we might feel guilty afterwards, or sorry, or have them never speak to us again. Well, that is their choice, but I would not be able to live with my conscience if I didn't act .. so my choice is to put aside guilt and look at the good outcome, the peaceful result, the changes in your life for the better - and all because 'I do what I do'.

So what is it I do? Sometimes, through the Grace of God, I change people's lives.

Wishing everyone a touch of God's good Grace,
Love & Peace,
Ama

Hello again

2011-05-03T11:49:00.006+10:00

Hello everyone,

It seems rather appropriate to say hello again, after being away so long .. and where have I been? I've been on a long and complicated journey through bowel cancer and kidney stones .. they happened within 2 weeks of each other, so that I couldn't separate the pain of the operation for the 'removal of the site of the polyp - just in case' from the stones that were stirred up by filling me to bloating point with saline (some 6 bags full), which some bright spark decided would be a good idea a couple of days after the operation.

We shall draw a veil over the first hospital experience, and instead commend the nurses, and doctors, at the second hospital called Casey, where I was admitted for the procedure to remove the kidney stones .. all 8 of the stones were 'made of a substance we do not recognise, so we've sent them away for testing'. They've never told me what they were, but right now I don't care. I am just very relieved the whole experience is over and I am well on the mend, to the point of gardening again, and carrying clothes baskets down to the line to hang the washing out.

So hello! I've learned a lot about myself since the couple of weeks before the operation on the 3rd March. I've learned some good things, and some not so good. I've learned what I fear, not cancer, not death or dying, no, my strongest fear was that the pain would never stop. Hmm .. turns out I'm a bit of a control freak .. an undercover one. LOL I chose one heck of a way to learn it for certain. I am laughing at myself now.

Hello, hello .. the radio is back on. And I'm back at 'work', in a spiritual sense. Seems I'm going to be starting a 'church' .. well, a something anyway. The word church is synonymous with people running away in fright. I want them to run towards God/Spirit, not away. The Love is there. We only have to reach out and touch it ...

Love & Joy,
Ama

Focus on love

2011-02-06T17:22:00.004+11:00

Good afternoon everyone,

The plan to write every day has not eventuated, but at least I'm thinking about my two blogs a lot of the time, so I write as often as I can. You'll have to bear with me as life swings and sways. Patience is a life lesson, but love is always the key.

Speaking of Love .. and I came intending to speak of Love .. I have been doing a little bible reading over the past few days. I get directed by Spirit, from time to time, to dip in .. and this time my toes hit the water in Corinthians - a very complicated letter from Paul to the Corinthian church .. issues lots of instructions, and slaps on the wrist for bad behaviour. Would that we could have someone watching over us, as Paul did with all his churches? And he wasn't the bad man he seems to be, for many of those books in the Bible attributed to him were not actually written by him. Do a little research on the subject .. it's very interesting.

Back to love.

Corinthians 13:4-13 if you know it, you will smile .. if you don't read on.

"Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoin wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the paritial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love."

Love - the first, last and only thing we should focus on. Love, the emotion we need most and value least. The first thing forgotten in our hunt for self-protection, for self-worth and self-knowledge. We are no longer taught to 'love our neighbours as ourselves' because most of us don't love ourselves in the first place, so how can we possibly know how to love others in the second? Love - the placing of another's happiness before our own. The honouring of our commitments, and promises; the honouring of truth between us. It all goes flying out the door when we are threatened in our 'secure' positions .. but they are not so secure really, because when we are challenged, suddenly they topple and the fall is what injures us, our pride, our egos. How foolish we have all become. I guess we have not put an end to childish ways.

Lucky for us that LOVE never ends, the love of God/Spirit for all of its creations - its that lovely stuff called 'unconditional'. It is what binds the atoms, that you think of as your bones, together, that keeps the flesh on you, your heart in the right place, your brain functioning. Funny how focused we are on our bodies, when its our spirits that are our true selves.

Have you fed your spirit today? Have you done something good for someone else? Have you listened to beautiful music? Have you read something that makes your heart sing? Have you said 'I love you' to someone who hasn't heard it for a long time. Can you do it for someone you are mad at? Can you climb down from your high pillar, touch your toes onto the earth, and allow yourself to feel 'unsafe' in our confusing world? And all in the name of love.

As the angels say to us all "WE LOVE YOU"
Love & Light
Ama

Who is ...

2011-01-27T14:43:00.004+11:00

Jesus the Christ

Over 2010 years ago a child was born, probably in the town of Bethlehem, not in the town of Nazareth, which according to scholars, didn't exist then. Again, according to biblical scholars, it was the year -6BC, not the year "0" on which we are now basing our Western calendars. Which is interesting because it makes the millenium into 1994. I am not sure if anything dramatic happened that year, but I was living in Roxby Downs and, as usual, it was hot in summer and nippy in winter.

Jesus was not born of a Virgin. That was added later by the leaders of the newly formed Christian Church. They had to turn a 'man' into God, and so they turned his mother into .. well, they used a little poetic licence on the translation of the word Hebrew word for 'virgin', which I believe meant 'unmarried woman', and, in more modern terms Jesus could then have been called a 'b*stard', having unmarried parents. Only they were handfasted, as was the tradition of the time, so technically Mary becoming pregnant by Joseph cemented their relationship .. the rest is 'mythology'. By the way, I've read that John the Baptists mother was also a Virgin, as were a few other famous folk. Not very original of the church leaders, to so obviously steal from the mythology of those who had gone before them. But then, they did a lot of stealing along the way.

I can really sympathise with all the people who find Christianity nearly impossible. You have two groups - those of us who try to follow tradition, with all the extra knowledge that good research adds to it .. or in this case 'detracts from the mythology', and those who follow the Bible blindly, even when they know that men, lots of men, over many years, edited (redacted) it, rewrote it to suit what they believe at the time, took bits away and added them (Iranaeus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irenaeus - yes, I am letting you read for yourselves), and generally reintrepeted it to suit the times - much as we do today. I have, at present, thirteen copies of the Christian Bible and not one of them match the other.

So where does that leave us with Jesus the Christ. Right back at shaking my head and wondering? No, not really, because then there's the angelic point of view. You can add that to the mix. There's even a channelled Gospel supposedly written by Archangel Gabriel .. which tells of all the 'hidden' years of Jesus' growing up, while he travelled the world and learned from many wise Masters .. everything he later told his followers 'came from God'. Ummm.... or was that edited out too?

No wonder people struggle to believe in any of these concepts.

What does it do to your faith, when you want to call on the power of Jesus (God), as we were taught as Christian kids, and you know .. or think you do .. that Jesus was 'just a man'? Invoking his name (or praying to him) is just a joke - isn't it? Have you tested this theory? I have. It's not.

Did you know that God created each of us to follow in his/her footsteps and be creators too. How does one create? One believes in God, then oneself and ideas flow. Well, they do for some people. I am better at taking someone else's idea and adapting it myself. I would love to create from nothing .. but I start with nothing .. and end up the same way. Give me five pieces of a jigsaw and I'll make you a new one. That's a gift too. LOL

So I have to test every theory .. and I have tested the 'invoke Jesus Christ' one .. and it works.

I bet you didn't think I'd write that .. or if you know me, you knew I would write it. Yes, while I am not religious, I am Spiritual, and a great believer in the power of Christ on earth, and in the hearts and souls of every person living and dead. And so .. when I invoke the name of the Christ it works!

Hmm... do we see the difference I wonder? The Christ .. what happened to Jesus?

Have you read my book? It's on the net. The story is there.

Here's the link .. go and read. http://www.heirarchyofheaven.com/LoveSongoftheUniverse/TheSeasonofEaster.html Three webpages from here .. or go back to the beginning and read it all. You never know .. it might open your heart the way it did me when the angels showed me what happened. And they did show me.

And so when I ask Jesus Christ to help I use his whole title, and combined with the Soldiers of God, Archangel Michael and his troupe, we bring change into the world.

Here's the updated Invocation. I hope you never have to use it.

The Michael Invocation

In the name of Jesus Christ,
Archangel Michael,
Remove all attachments from me,
All negative energy forms,
All negative thought forms,
All heavy energy forms.
All small demons and large demons,
All humans in Spirit and take them Home
All intruders and mischief makers,
All astral forces and dominants,
All living humans who try to steal my energy,
And do me any other harm.
All threads and bindings
All cords and ties
All chains and devices of any kind
All curses and hexes on any level
All karmic patterns that are self-defeating
Return me to my perfect energy now please
Thank you.

Try it!

Love & Light
Ama

The power of words

2011-01-13T08:26:00.005+11:00

Ok, this one has really got me cranky, so you'll have to forgive that its not going to be a light of fluffy post.

Let's start with the appalling tragedy of the floods in Queensland - so many people have died, so many lives disrupted, people still lost, hearts broken, minds disarrayed. Oh, most will recover, and buildings can be repaired, but the spirit is harder to lift .. particularly when the media is busy helping everyone feel miserable.

Ah the media. Tell me something .. why is it so important to focus on all the truly unhappy things that are happening? Where are the hero stories? Where are the people who are making the best of the situation? Oh, I know you mention them in passing .. but your questions for the people that you interview "tell us all about how deadly the water was as it swept towards you?" "how terrified were you as you watched it come to sweep you (your house) away?" How deadly, how terrified, how horrible, how much you will suffer ... can't you think of anything else but playing up the disaster for the entertainment of the voyeurs avidly watching the tv from the safety of their couches? Oh I know the ratings are important, they protect your jobs, but who protects the hearts and minds of those people who cannot help, and those waiting for disaster to strike .. who turn and walk away from the tv in disgust because 'once again' you highlight the negative and ignore the positive.

Examples: yesterday, the lady with the esoteric healing centre .. her building had not been flooded yet, but you obviously didn't know that when you pointed to the shops half buried in water and asked her to 'point out which one was hers'. The camera followed her pointing finger, to the house perched above the waves .. and you dropped her like a hot potato .. admittedly it was to reconnect to an update from the premier, or someone .. but the cut was too soon and it was obvious the woman was not of interest to you .. unless she was part of the tragedy.

And then this morning: the police are asking people to stay off the roads and rivers. So why did the news reporter say, when talking about the gawkers on the bridge driving by 'slowly', 'straining' to see what was happening in the water (with the jetskiers?), "this is what the police want .... pause ... not to happen". The 'not to happen' was said in a much quieter voice. What message did I get from that .. give me more rubbish to report? Come out and block the roads ...

Believe me, I am watching. I drop in from time to time to get updates on the water levels and listen to Anna Bligh and Julia Gillard telling us what they are doing for the state, and I'm proud of them, and everyone else who is trying to help, on any level .. but when it switches back to the media fluffing and fumbling over fill-in words, awaiting the next dramatic event to report, the tv goes OFF, again.

Do you know what you are doing with your words? Not just the media, but you, me and everyone. Do you know the amount of heartache and pain you cause yourself and others with your unguarded tongue. Spirit gave most people a filter between their thoughts and their mouths .. when did you choose to switch yours off?

Stop and think about what you say. Your words, every single one of them, have the power to change the world. The Buddha said "with our thoughts we create the world" .. well .. what sort of world are you creating when you let those stray, nasty, thoughtless, harmful words out your mouth without thinking about the damage they might do?

With our thoughts we create the world .. when we so desperately need peace, healing and safety we focus on pain, fear and negativity. Is humanity worth saving?

Hmm.. where is Noah?

Love & Light
Ama

Orbs, Spirit Orbs, Energy Orbs, Elemental Orbs, what do you think?

2011-01-12T08:15:00.005+11:00

http://spiritrescue.ning.com/group/questionoftheweek/forum/topic/show?id=1972845%3ATopic%3A288866&xg_source=msg

Good morning all, you might have to sign onto the Spirit Rescuers group owned by Sierra Sky to read the link above but the question is basically this:

Do you think (Actual) Orbs are different entities (maybe...the spirits of those who have passed on, or, as some spiritual teachers state, they might be spirits waitingto be born into a physical body, nature spirits to beings of pure energy that have never been incarnated in a physical form or plasma-like balls of energy) or spirit faces? Do you think the orb's color could be the emotional state or its' entity type?My answer follows.

What do you think?

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How about 'all of the above'? I have seen photos of orbs in different colours, including a black one, the colour of which scared the lady who saw it with night vision goggles. I say the 'colour' because she said she didn't feel frightened until she saw the colour. In that case I think we scare ourselves, black is merely an absence of light it is not necessarily something nasty.

I have seen many faces in orb photos, of people of all ages, aliens and animals. I know this can be matrixing, but some of them have been so clear that it is hard to mistake them for anything else. I have also seen orbs that radiate an inner light as if they are a wish that is not yet manifest.

I have come to believe that orbs are 'unmanifested spiritual energy', that they are the possibility of creation before it happens - so that they can become whatever they need to be at the calling of their creator. Now that's where it gets interesting. I also think that the faces we see in them are a snapshot of the person, or being, who created the orb.

How are orbs created? In my opinion any living thing creates energy all day long. What happens to the energy they express from their system? If you touch a person you can 'feel' the heat they give off - well, heat is created by the movement of atoms against something (friction) so our energy is moving outwards from our chakras and auras and into the greater atmosphere .. how else can we fill a room with our emotion. How many of us have walked into an empty room (or a room full of people) and had our moods change, for better or worse? Humans alone are huge creators, think about an angry mob? How quickly do our moods change under the influence of other people? And loving hearts can do so much good, human or animals (think of our pets, or wolves comes to mind, because I have seen their faces in orbs as well).

So to me orbs are creation in a bubble, and I love to see them. The possibilities are endless.

And the other thought is .. we all suffer from 'attachments' of the negative kind from time to time .. well, on this planet all things are in balance. You have light and dark, and up and down .. and positive (orbs) and negative (attachments) energy forms. Still working on that thought ...

Love & Light
Ama

Gratitude this morning

2011-01-06T10:02:00.002+11:00

A quick dip into gratitude ...

Things I am grateful for ...

The apple orchard - for the cool air, the peace, the healing that the trees give to us.

God, Spirit, the Holy Spirit, the angels, elementals, ghosts, demons, spirits, and us .. the whole spiritual heirarchy

Things to do and people to play with

My inner happiness

Gus the dog for his company ... he's guarding the back of my chair (in his sleep)

Good books to read

The desire to laugh :-)

Ok, so what do I want to write about today?

Hmm...

Back later,
Love & Light
Ama

Gratitude is a gift worth sharing

2011-01-04T14:45:00.004+11:00

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Hi guys,

It's quarter to three in the afternoon and once again I am really tired. One of these days I'll give in and have an afternoon nap, but not yet! I mentioned peri-menopause on my other site "Spiritual Soapbox" (you can find the link on the right) and want to say the same thing here that I said there .. thank God for the Australian Menopause Centre http://www.menopausecentre.com.au/online/index.php, they took a muddled-headed me who struggled through mood swings, hot flushes and irrationality (and much more) most of last year (so appropriate that the last message here was on April Fool's Day) until a friend advised me to 'look them up' and their magic medicine changed my life.

So now I am back and this first blog is going to be about gratitude. So let's make a list.

Things I am grateful for:

Tom
Mum
my daughter
my son
the cats
the dog
chocolate biscuits
lime meringue pie that actually does what its supposed to do when you add the lime juice to the condensed milk (ok its silly, but the first pie didn't work)
You the reader
God
my angels
my teachers
my friends
the return of my enthusiasm, my energy, my ability to focus on a task
my gifts
being able to write
love .. that should be in capital letters LOVE
knowledge
wisdom
trust
hope
faith
charity
the mad desire to open a spiritual church
the sunshine after the rain
the rain after the sunshine
all this wind
all the rye grass even if it does make my eyes swell up
living in the orchard and not in some suburban block
LOVE again - the unconditional stuff we all try to achieve. Moments of it are like magic. They soothe the soul

Hmm.. I think that might do for now.

I said that Spiritual Soapbox is going to be for the challenges in life, and this site is for the joys .. sometimes it will end up being the complete reverse .. so if you want to keep up with me, you'll have to read both.

I shall now take my joyful self off and have a slice of pie
Wishing you the same,
Love & Light
Ama

Hmm... we had a visitor

2010-04-01T13:37:00.006+11:00

Last night Tom came up the hall and asked me if I had been outside on the back verandah. When I said no he mysteriously disappeared and went and asked my mother if she'd been outside on the back verandah, walking around. The answer was also no, and I could vouch for her because I can smell the cigarette smoke through my window when she's out sitting on the front verandah puffing.

He reappeared in our bedroom with a delighed and puzzled air about him. It seems he heard someone walk quickly up the verandah (towards the orchard), and then more slowly back down (towards the street). Both times whomever it was went past the study window, where he sits with his back to it. Thinking it was me, he didn't turn around .. until the curtain rail fell off the hangers! Someone was obviously trying to get his attention.

I wonder why.

This full moon was a blue one. And everything feels just a little bit spooky. I decided that yesterday, before our visitor. I hope 'she'(?) found what she was looking for.

Love & Light
Ama

Incarnate Angel

2010-03-12T09:14:00.007+11:00

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It is coming to my attention lately, that every man and his puppy is being called an incarnate angel, which is not true. This is kind of frustrating because the information supplied with the comment is usually not very accurate. So I thought I would give you folks something to think about, before you decide to glory in the fact that you are angel on earth.

Every Earth Angel, or incarnate angel, is fallen. That means you were a demon before you became human. It means you were redeemed by God/Spirit after being a demon, because you saw enough of the Light, in your dark trap, to turn back towards Love and ask for help. No matter how loving and kind you are now, you have been everything that isn't loving, or kind.

When I first learned about the path of the Fallen I was hurt and shocked. How could anyone possibly find themselves in there, wouldn't you feel lost, lonely and guilty? The bible says there is no redemption for the fallen .. and yet ..

One thing stands out over the top of everything else ...

God loves us. It doesnt' matter which God you choose to follow, for in the end we are all one and the same. God loves all its creations. ALL OF THEM. And yes, God helped us create ourselves.

When the angels were created they were made to be servants, just servants. They had no free will, no power of choice, but only programming - much like the robots we are trying to create for ourselves these days. They did what they were created for - and truthfully, they still do.

There was a moment there when one of the angels was given free will. It became 'more aware', and more aware means the capacity to connect all the life events, if you could call it a life, and make the quantum leap out of repeating pattern of behaviour and find something more. Well the more led to questions, and questions led to ego .. and if you want to read the story you'll find it on my webpages under Love Song of the Universe, because it is a story about love - ok, quick link. http://www.heirarchyofheaven.com/LoveSongoftheUniverse/Contents.html
It is a story about the greatest love of all, God's for all of its creations. But I am repeating myself - an angel habit I guess. LOL

I want you to remember, when you want to feel important because you are an angel, that first you had the feet of clay, the claws that rend, that capacity to hate which was like breathing to you. Remember it when you want to lash out in pain, that your energy affects everyone around you, far more than the humans whose bodies you strive to live in. They don't quite fit, do they? Well, as demons you wanted to have what the humans have, and as humans you want to be angels? No, thank you. I would rather be the link between the two - a Child of Illumination, which is the name of the angel who first fell - Samael, the angel of Illumination. Spirit calls them Children of Light. Do you see the connection?

Samael was created to bring illumination, knowledge and wisdom, to humanity. She just did it in a very strange way.

How do you help others?

Love & Light
Ama

Ghost Tours - Edinburgh, Monte Cristo - Junee, Walhalla

2010-02-17T15:38:00.006+11:00

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Ok, ok, yes I know I've been away for a long time. Life intervenes and the writer's urge, for blogs anyway, dries up. It frustrates me too.

At the moment I am cooking tomatoes. We have too many. We have far too many. Tom planted somewhere near 20 bushes. It was a momentary insanity on his part. Now I 'suffer' (think dramatic Greek style gesture .. hehe), and make tomato sauce, relish .. well my mother made the relish, and its delicious. And so we are eating lots of tomatoes.

Lovely weather for it.

What does this have to do with ghost tours? Really nothing - except the relish was made while Tom and I were away on our last one .. his first with me, my third, or maybe fourth? Hmm...

Ghost tours.

The disadvantage of being a ghost buster is that ghosts generally stay away from me, unless some tiny part of themselves wants to be rescued. I don't know why I go on ghost tours. After years of questioning myself, and my strange gifts, I have come to the conclusion that I don't sense 'spirits' (non lost souls), but put me anywhere near a lost one .. and I know all about them.

Going back in my mind over the last four ghost tours (I'm sure there's a 5th but can't remember where) .. the first was at Monte Cristo, Junee NSW, the second and third were in Edinburgh, Scotland, the current one was last weekend. We went to Walhalla (pronounced Wall-halla, much to my disappointment .. given that I love norse mythology).

In Edinburgh http://www.mercattours.com/ghost-tours.asp I had the strange experience of sensing lost souls as we all first entered the catacombs beneath the city .. doesn't it sound dramatic .. what it was most was dusty. The guide did a good, if overdramatic job, of telling us the history of the place, and gruesome it is, and telling us 'what might happen'. What did happen was 'nothing much'. A sense of presence in the first area, a couple of scared living people in the second, a sense of someone nasty in the main area - umm.. ok, so I sent angels after him. I doubt he'll have troubled anyone since. And then a wild desire to run quickly out of the place .. everyone else had that, as if we had worn out our welcome by hanging around .. I just climbed up the stairs at the end of the catacombs .. puffing a bit .. and was glad to be out in the daylight .. well night light actually. Aha! I have remembered the other tour .. it was also in Edinburgh .. and that's the last you'll hear of it here, because it was pretty hopeless, far too commercial and .. dumb.

And then I remembered another .. so that makes five tours .. the other was also with Mercat (link above), and went to Greyfrairs cemetary, but they no longer have it listed on the site. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greyfriars_Kirkyard It is definitely haunted. I was strongly drawn over to the Covenanter's section of the cemetary, where ghost tours are now banned. It seems that 'bloody' George McKenzie likes to kick, bite and scratch people. When I started wandering in that direction the guide called me back in a hurry, but did not tell me why, and I didn't find out until after I got home.

Back to the fun ... Junee. I liked Monte Cristo http://www.montecristo.com.au/, a two storey country house near Wagga Wagga (Australia for those overseas), and as a place to visit I heartily recommend it. I had driven eleven hours to stay overnight in the house. The owners offered dinner and a tour near midnight. All very exciting. :-) What happened? Hmm.. well I arrived at the house in the afternoon and had a good wander around, read some of the literature, looked at lots of photos of orbs .. not much else (was this 2005?) .. settled into my room eventually, and looked forward to the night. I had a good chat to the owners. They were very helpful and friendly. They provided a great roast dinner, and then the fun began. A group of about 20 of us wandered around the house being filled in on the various ghosts that resided there, including a haunted bed. In the front sitting room I felt a hand brush over my hair, very spooky. But that was it. No ghosts leaping out of the woodwork, no scarey voices or noises, no conversations in other rooms just heard by any of us. Sigh!

And so about 1.00am I went to bed, and worried myself silly about waking up and 'really' seeing a ghost for at least the next hour. Given that I had driven 11 hours to be there, and stayed up way past my bedtime, I was pretty tired and grouchy by the time I did get to sleep.

So when did the spooks decide to visit ... the bed was cosy, and not the haunted one, so I finally got to sleep .. and then the lightest of touches, twice, down my spine .. and both times I told the ghosts to buzz off because I was too tired. I kicked myself in the morning about it .. but I do not do well without good sleep. Definitely a place worth visiting again.

And now Walhalla. I went expecting to have a good walk in the dark with lanterns, and to hear a few ghost stories. The guide, Jacquie, did a very good job. Thank you. She filled us in on all the lighter details, and the hauntings there are light. I am not sure if they intended it that way, but the town, while a mining town, does Not have any truly negative energy, nor nasty ghosts hanging around. And that is great! But not so great for me, who doesn't see spirits easily. Hmmm... So the few touches of spooks in this town was the old man with whiskers (a miner I think) staying in the cottage with us, he 'appeared to be ' pacing the verandah while Tom took a nap, and the strong sense of the mischief of children (they were playing on a thin path up near the 'incline shaft' - something their parents would not have been happy about) - and the looming presence that Tom felt behind him, that I usually never sense because it is not negative at all, just bossy sometimes. And those two were on the night tour, our verandah visitor was mid afternoon.

There was only one truly negative spot on the walk, and that was to the left of the old school, now the environmental centre. I don't know what was built there before, I intend to find out eventually.

And the next ghost tour will be ... Williamstown I think. We have an invitation from Jacquie who runs them there.

Visions of the Unusual

2009-07-25T20:12:00.005+10:00

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The dragon is dead. They say we won, but it, like the rest of us, never stays that way.

We were warned to be careful as we went in. There were still marauderers around. In the deep cold the two of us made our way carefully through the heavy snow under those short, fat, dark trees, only flinching silently, occasionally, as one of the thick sharp leaves brushed our face and arms. The points left a toxin in the skin that burns for hours.

We neared the ruin of the building, it had the appearance of a huge old monastery built a millennia ago of carved blocks of stone. The stench was horrific, burning bodies and burning dragon. It was still crackling under its own corrosive juices. Just as we pushed through the last of the bushes they pulled us out - skyward at the speed of sound. I hovered over the site. The building used to be covered in a veil of soft green ivy, now it was covered in dragon carcass, caved in on itself, unredeemable. To one side was an arch of metal. It looked as if it had always stood the way it was, upended, open to the sky. It's metal arms were carved with archaic symbols, a language I could almost understand. The right bar was now twisted to the left and broken off in a sharp point. The broken piece rested uneasily at its base. Unredeemable.

In the distance, to the right and the left, the small settlements and hamlets were piles of smouldering ashes. Nothing moved among those dark, twisted trees.

I know this is only a representation of the war we are fighting. The trees show the corruption of the ground, the fallen soldiers the corruption of humanity. I grieve - and then I am home again.

Today I am tired. I could not sleep last night. I knew Spirit kept me awake to keep me out of the action. The vision, right on waking, showed me the outcome. I rang my daughter. She had been beside me under the trees. She had dreamed of spiders. She hates spiders.

Tom was with his troupe again. They were in the desert waiting for something, looking at the sky with a feeling of dread. He does not know what they were waiting for. Perhaps it was the dragon.
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The Great Invocation

2009-07-22T15:51:00.004+10:00

The Great Invocation

From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of men
Let Light descend on Earth.

From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into the hearts of men
May Christ return to Earth.

From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.

From the centre which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.

Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.

Channelled by Alice A Bailey

I wish you enough

2009-06-26T17:11:00.003+10:00

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This is from the internet .. found on the webpage for the spiritualist church.

Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said ‘I love you’ and I wish you enough.’ The daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough’. Your love is all I ever needed, I wish you enough, too, dad.

They kissed and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?’

Yes I have,’ I replied, ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?’ I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said. ‘When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say ‘ I wish you enough’ may I ask what that means?’

He began to smile, “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations.’ He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. “When we said “I wish you enough” we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them. “Then turning towards me, he shared the following, reciting it from memory:

‘I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey the day may appear.

‘I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

‘I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

‘I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest joys in life may appear brighter.

‘I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

‘I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

‘I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye.’

Spiritualist Church (part 3)

2009-06-14T11:07:00.004+10:00

Well that fortnight went by quickly, and so has this week. Time is an illusion, and getting more elusive as I get older.

Tom and I went to church a week ago today. This time people actually looked at us and spoke to us, which was lovely. One of the puzzling parts for me was, for the second time, I was told that there is a great deal of sadness around me and 'did you have a recent loss?'. No. The spirits giving the message were not well identified 'a mother figure' whom the lady assumed was my mother, only last time I checked she's alive and well. Could have been her sister, but she was definitely not the 'mothering type', as the reader described the spirit when I questioned her. Then a 'tall man' .. him I think I knew. When I had a reading at a mind, body, spirit festival recently my grandfather (mother's father) was supposed to have come through, so it might well have been him .. he was 6'8" like my son is now. And their messages - I am not to worry, stress or take on anything new. Hmm... since I am doing very little at the moment I find the last bit a bit of a puzzle .. but ok, I will not take on anything new, for now. What is new?

When I questioned the reader afterwards, stopping mainly to thank her, she elaborated in more useless ways. She said the sadness was probably my mother's feelings?? So I came home and rang mum and no, she's not sad, more frustrated with still having to live in her house until it sells (which will hopefully be soon, thank God). Since I had talked to mum the day before and knew she was fine I said no to that. So the lady had no explanation for the sadness .. and mostly neither do I.

Since then I've spent time questioning myself to see if its me that has hidden sadness. Tom, bless him, asks if I am ok every time I stop smiling. It is hard to get people to realise that I just have one of those faces .. if I am not smiling I look sad. The face doesn't fit the emotions, sorry .. but I can't smile 24/7. Can anyone?

The other puzzle was the Reverend lady. We were standing in the kitchen having afternoon tea and she gave the lady who did the readings a nice bunch of flowers, then wrapped up a smaller one and handed it to me??? I said thank you. Did she do it to a purpose or just because I was standing beside her (well almost beside, Tom was between us).

The world is very strange ... and I am enjoying it immensely.

:-) See .. this is me smiling. LOL

Visitors from the Spiritualist Church

2009-05-25T20:39:00.004+10:00

The story continues ...

Today is Monday. Tom is on holidays so he was home with me all day. He continued to be melancholy. It had started in the church yesterday. I questioned him but I could not pin down the source of his sadness.

The day had begun oddly. He had woken up around 3.00am and got up at 5.00am. I had not slept well and was tired and grumpy and stayed in bed until nearly 7.30am. When he came in about 7.00 or so I had just woken up from a nightmare and was feeling forlorn and grumpy. I had been a small child who had lost things that she treasured; I remember a cup and perhaps a bear. The images were fleeting, the emotion far stronger than the visuals. It took me a while to drag myself out of bed, and I spent a long time thinking about the girl, and what ‘I’ had lost.

We discussed the church events again. It was not until after lunch, with my hands in hot water washing dishes, that I finally connected his mood and my dream together. I went out the front of the house to check the weather, which had been overcast all day and felt like rain, and said to myself ‘there is a storm coming’, which is the usual message I get when we are about to have some spiritual turbulence. A storm .. so I locked down the house shields and realised, rapidly, that the ‘storm’ was actually in the house with us.

Tom was sitting at the table. I asked him if he was aware of walking around with ‘anyone’ in his energy (inside his aura). He didn’t know. But I did. You see, what had happened to me during the washing up was the name Leopold. Leopold. An old name and completely out of the blue .. given that my thoughts were not on any subject related to that name. I told Tom what had happened and he said Leopold Zarvinski. We looked him up on the net. He really existed. It seems that Leopold, who might be related to Tom very distantly, had been somehow waiting at the building the spiritualist church uses for their services ... along with about 6 other ghosts.

When I checked around me, before talking to Tom, I found the little girl who had lost things, and 5 other lost souls, all drawing energy from both Tom and I. . They had latched on to us when we had walked into the building. That is when Tom had started feeling sad. That is when I had started to feel puzzled. After talking to Tom about them I arranged for them to be sent into healing. So that part of the storm passed without drama. Little did I know that another storm was brewing around my daughter? But that is another story.

A puzzling visit to Spiritual Church

2009-05-25T18:09:00.003+10:00

Only a few days ago I was thinking how quiet everything is in the spiritual world. I spoke too soon. Yesterday Tom and I went to the local Spiritualist Church for the first time. I had known about it for some months but decided the time was right to look in and see how much it was like the one where I used to live in NSW. We arrived a couple of minutes late because we were not sure of the location. They were having a guided meditation, lovely, and so we walked quietly over to some chairs in a circle in the back of the room and sat down. I put my bag down on the chair next to me, and it promptly fell, with a loud crash, onto the floor. No one reacted, thank goodness.

And so we sat quietly at the back of the room until the meditation was over, and I was reminded strongly of the Healing Circle I used to have on a Wednesday night in the first Centre I ran. After it had ended we sang the lovely old version of Amazing Grace, then had a brief talk by the lady Reverend, who introduced a man who gave us a 101 level talk about Spirit. This was rather a puzzle to me, given that the church has been in existence since 1986 or so, and most of the women there (only 2 men, only being Tom) were middle-aged and seemed to know each other. He was rather scathing about Jesus, which personally bugs me, and pushing hard the book he had written about Him. Hmm... What also puzzled me was that he is a Minister in the Spiritualist Church and I am sure their philosophy includes the importance of the Christ energy.

During this time I spent energy looking at the auras of the five people seated behind the table. They were all quite beautiful. The lady controlling the music was all blues and greens, the lady with the blond hair was yellows and oranges, as was the other medium with the bobbed hair, though her energy flickered in and out quite rapidly. Afterwards I put it down to her being a bit nervous, as I explain further down. Another of the puzzles was that the lady Reverend appeared to have little or no aura at all, and what brief glimpses I could get flicked away rapidly before I could grasp the colours. There was a 5th lady at the table but I could not see her through the person sitting in front of me.

After the talk it was healing time. Quite a large number of the women made their way to the circle of chairs at the back of the room where some sat and some did healing. We were asked to share the energy, so I turned myself around in my seat to look at what was happening .. but it didn’t feel right so we turned back to the front where the lady Reverend then appeared to channel someone she didn’t identify and give us a very general message about how Spirit wants us all to heal. The only difference between her normal speech patterns and the ‘channelled being’ is that it (s/he?) stumbled over what to say at times.

After this event the healing guides and angels were thanked for their work, although I don’t think the women had finished doing their healings, somehow. There was a delay as the group of women made their way back to their seats, and then we had another song, one I don’t know.

The last event on the agenda was two ladies do readings for the group. I noticed they mostly worked on the left side of the room (Tom and I were on the right) and the second one seemed to be a novice, every enthusiastic, not much specific information (I mentioned her earlier). Lovely smile though. While both ladies looked intensely at us neither of them came near us with information. The first lady was very busy and very enthusiastic, and lovely to watch .. the blond lady mentioned earlier – she also took up most of the allocated time. The 2nd lady ‘read’ for 3 people and was equally abruptly dismissed by the Reverend. Then we had the closing song and everyone was told they could share afternoon tea in the kitchen.

Tom and I were debating staying when the blond lady came over and gave me a message. She said there was a great deal of sadness around us (Tom did feel sad, I was just disappointed with the whole thing) and that my obvious ill health will turn out just fine. I admit to menopause symptoms but otherwise I am healthy. I thanked her because her intentions were good, but I am still puzzled by the message. Tom and I then went back to debating stayed, then chose to and made our way out to the kitchen where .. strangely .. we were completely ignored. Not one solitary person came and said hello. No one asked who we were, or even passed the time of day with us. I got some afternoon tea for us, Tom got coffee, and we both stood on the edge of the crowd and just watched. Eventually the 2nd reader walked straight past my nose and said to a lady 2 people away from Tom’s side ‘are you the angel lady?’ She looked puzzled. I stood there wondering if I should say anything. She asked again, and I thought ‘what the heck’ and said ‘No, I’m the angel lady’. The reader glanced at me (was I invisible before I spoke?) and went back to talking to the other lady. About 10 minutes later when we had moved position slightly she glanced at me and said “Do you do workshops?”. I hesitated and finally said yes.

After that we headed out the kitchen door. On the way out no one said a word to us, no one looked at us or even smiled. I tapped the man on the shoulder, who had given us the talk on ‘spirituality’, as he passed me in the doorway. I asked to see his book, so he turned around and went out to his car to get a copy. Tom and I went back into the hall to wait for him. When he returned I took a copy of the book, read the back and then flipped it open .. as I expected Jesus turns out to be a nasty political person who employed thieves and thugs to do his dirty work .. and the author (who, by the way, is not brave enough to put his true name on the cover of the book) is a minister in a Christian based church??? I didn’t buy the book.

As we finally made our way to the exit we passed by a table of pamphlets and I picked up on free one and bought another couple. I paid the Reverend lady, who would not look me in the face when she was talking to me, but finally did after I collected my change from her. I deliberately chose to stare into her face and she looked up at me in a very odd way .. she seemed to tucked her head down into her shoulders, and then, snakily, lifted it up as she turned towards me. I just smiled. It added to the weirdness of the whole experience.

And yes, we are going back next fortnight ... I am curious to know what is going on there.

The story continues ...

I believe in ...

2009-05-15T12:48:00.006+10:00

I used not talk specifically about my personal beliefs in the creator being who watches over all of us. I used to try to keep the my writing non-religious, but over the years the power of Spirit/God in people's lives has been demonstrated to me in many beautiful and unexpected ways. So today I will tell you what I know and remember about the living 'God'. Working with your guides is not always easy. Sometimes they demand far more of you than you think you can give, but the truth is, they never ask more than they know you are capable of - keep that in mind when life suddenly seems a little impossible.

... a non-judgmental God ...

When I was about nine years old I was expelled from Sunday school for being disruptive. You see, I argued with the teacher about 'God' being frightening and judgmental. It was 'not what I remembered', as I told the teacher. The teacher, being a God fearing woman, wrote to my mother and asked her not to send me to the classes anymore. My mother obliged.

An event like that can be an earth-shattering … relief … to a nine year old, but as I grew up, I would come to wonder why I 'knew', and still know, that 'God' Loves, not hates or judges. I have spent much time, over many years, arguing with ministers since then, and have spent far more time looking for 'God' everywhere, until I learned to start looking within.

.... in the power of Christ to change the lives of people ...

I was on a variety of discussion lists on the internet, mostly spooky and I have had fun ghost-busting around the world from my chair (and still do), and talking to the fractured and unhappy people who end up meeting me through emails. we spend time putting their lives back together, and dissecting the weird and wonderful events they are experiencing. I sometimes think I do far more work on the internet than I do in the day-to-day business here in town. One of the things I frequently remind people about is that the Christ energy never left the world. Yes, Jesus the Christ was hung up on the cross, as a lot of Christians still feel today, but He came down again, and became a part of each of us, forever.

This is what They promised, Christ and God, that They would remain with us always, and They do. But we forget this - that each of us has a Divine Spark within us twinkling and glittering and just waiting to be reactivated into full and unconditional Love, no matter what we believe or don't believe.

... the gift of angels ...

The angels say "It is not important that humanity believe in us, because we believe in them", and they actively work at their faith in us, for they know that we too share the Creator's ability to 'make things', that moment of inspiration that creates something new. They inspire our faith in Spirit/God and make it greater. They love profoundly and unconditionally and ask us to do the same, and they provide the energy to step into their world and Believe.

So, I am not a God fearing human. As a teen I even spent quite a long time pretending that 'God' didn't exist, until I was so lost in my own sorrow that I went looking for help - the outward type wasn't working, and I had nowhere else to turn. Why do we wait so long, when help is only a moment away? I've told this part of the story countless times, and simply put, one night I laid down and walked out of my body and spent time with someone who looked a lot like a Hebrew Jesus in a time when I thought Jesus had blond hair and blue eyes (or so the bible teacher had told us, and the statues in the church???). The moment is captured in my mind and pops up at unexpected times to remind me that each of us is truly loved, even when all we see around us is despair. From that experience I learned that acceptance is one of the greatest gifts we can give to another person, and I found acceptance and peace there,enough to base my life on.

Out of darkness - Light.

It was more than 18 years later that the angels reminded me of their presence. During a time of great searching I was "collected" and reminded that I had agreed to work with them, for more lifetimes than this one. They showed me a different world, a work of light and energy, healing and hope, and asked me to help share their understanding with other people. The training started then, long nights of restless sleep, no dreams, just a sense of working very hard in different places around the world, and not in this world. Before I thought I was ready, they asked me to practise what I believe in - to bring my understandings of life into a world made small by fear and sadness. They still teach me and show me that different place that so many of us, Lightworkers, are working for, and they constantly remind me that Love is the only energy, and that fear is human created, and demon fostered, and that burying my head is no longer a solution when I think I am 'frightened of the dark'. I have grown to love my teachers, to find peace and challenge in their presence, and I miss them when they change and rejoice in their comings and goings. They have given me a 'brand new day', and they can do the same for everyone who asks. The Creator being created the angels before humanity, and gave them to all of us as a gift .. but that is an old story.

... in the power of Love ...

I have come to believe, and act on the understanding, that every person has the capacity to do great good from Love, rather than from the fear that our society wants to instil in us, and truthfully, that belief helps more people to heal than any amount of normal Counselling can do. Given the chance, most people would also act from that understanding, once they get past the 'fear' beliefs that are a part of each of us. In creating humanity, God turned him/herself outwards and asked simply that we experience every moment of our lives as new, that we take every opportunity to do good for others, as well as ourselves, and that we give the gift of what we have learned back to our family in Spirit, our collective consciousness. From there 'God' learns about him/herself. We know that 'God' is a being of many faces, many genders, and many understandings, for s/he created man in his/her image .. and so we have male and female and a multitude of different religions and beliefs. The core of those religions is based on Love, just the general application is different.

... in the gift of free will ...

The Creator gave free will to humanity, a huge and tremendous gift - one that caused a war in heaven, and angels to fall. When we practise our gift the angels rejoice, and when we make mistakes and offend ourselves, others and God, they are sad, but they do not punish us and neither does God. They simply ask us to try harder, to think more clearly, and to love more deeply, for that brings healing.

I believe that the current Earth changes, the shifting of human frequency, and the activation of spiritual growth in every person living is the signal for one of the most important times of humanity existence, when we can claim our heritage as Co-creators, and truly make a difference for our world. It is up to us to walk the path of the Spiritual Warrior, to learn to Love, to recognise what is true to us and what is important to the world, and to act on those Truths. We don't all share the same understandings, but that no longer matters, for if we will try, bridges will be built between 'peoples' and problems circumvented. Will you help?

Does it sound like a huge task? It is not. It begins within each of us, by choosing to make a difference and acting on that choice; by being honest with ourselves, and with everyone else; by looking for Love everywhere, and most particularly in times of pain; and by trusting in a Greater Good, if a Creator Protector is not something you are comfortable talking to. It is time for us to pull together, to stand up and be counted, and let our collective energy create healing for all of us. Every person who chooses to do this, even for a moment, adds tremendous energy to the changing world - and to undo what has been done by humanity takes a tremendous amount of energy.

When you search inside yourself for the 'something' that is missing - see if it is faith - Faith in yourself, in other people, or in God. That may well be your key to healing. It begins with "I believe in …"

Love & Light
Ama Nazra

Faithfulness

2009-05-15T10:57:00.003+10:00

It is interesting how the small things can matter so much in the long run. It is small things that we remember, small faults, when we are angry, and small kindnesses that can change our lives, and viewpoints, when we are happy or sad.

I wanted to spend a moment talking about a small and important part of my life. He 'returned to God' last Monday, went to sleep, went to the happy hunting ground, or simply died. He was a kind, gentle individual who had a habit of getting exactly what he wanted, anytime he wanted it, by demanding it, by 'head-butting' the adversary, until we provided what he wanted, whether it was food, or Reiki, or just company. His name is still Cinnamon, and he is still a living presence in my life, as he has been for the past 17 ½ years. He was the family's cat, but mostly my son's.

Cinnamon came into the family when Matt was 2 ½ and Tia was 7 months. I remember the day I bought him in a suburb in Adelaide, on the way to collecting my then husband from work. He was a small ball of grey fur, soft and fluffy. He came to me by climbing the wire cage wall and head-butting the cover until I opened it and let him out. That wall was a good three feet high. You could say he was telling me he was going home with us that day.

He climbed my ex's body onto his shoulder when he got into the car, saw Matt and adopted him. That was it. They went everywhere together after that, including being carried around by the neck, one day, when Matt was about four. Cinnamon put up with a lot over the years.

Cinnamon travelled from Adelaide, to Roxby Downs, to Invergowrie and finally to Armidale. He travelled well (at one point flying) and was always a grounding force in our household of many different cats. He would take any kittens born and 'train them right', gently and with wisdom. Once I found him in the basket keeping newborn kittens warm while their mother was getting a drink. He was just like that. In the end his faith in us kept him alive longer than necessary. Finally his kidneys failed, but he still trusted me when I took him on that last visit to the vet. I wish everyone such a faithful companion.

What can we learn from our Cinnamon experience - 'head-butting' works? ;-) He would come and sit beside me and head-butt my arm or side until I gave him Reiki, during which he would curl up in a circle and purr and purr. He was a presence in our lives, always walking me out to the car, always caring about me, and my family. He would garden with my mother, watch TV with Matt and Tia. He is very much missed. He trusted us to have his best interests at heart. He trusted us to feed him right, and give him whatever he needed, and often what he wanted. He trusted us because we are/were his family and we still are.

I think Cinnamon came into the family to teach us unconditional love. He was most un-catlike in his devotion to us. He accepted us for who we were.

On Tuesday morning I glanced sideways out the window and watched a grey cat step down the back stairs. I went to the door expecting Meg, my grey cat, but no one was there. There was not enough time for a cat to disappear. At 2.30am Wednesday morning a cat brushed by my legs, all soft fur, as I went back to bed. I looked down but no one was there. Like Lucy, the black cat in spirit who hangs around the Centre here, Cinnamon is still with us and seems happy in his role as watcher. The other cats at my house are not bothered by him, though they are sometimes bothered by other spooky visitors we sometimes get.

I hope I can be as faithful as Cinnamon has been for me. I work on it each day, learning to trust myself and offering that trust, and the faith it engenders, to everyone that I meet. Sometimes we meet others who do not yet trust, or have faith in themselves, but they are learning to. It is up to us to give ourselves, and others, time to do this.

Wishing you a wonderful day,
Ama Nazra

Faith

2009-04-13T16:35:00.003+10:00

The last post I wrote here was many many days ago. I can't remember what got in the way .. oh yes, that blinking tiredness, and then my mother came to visit for a week .. lots of running around, lots of plans and conversations and more running around .. well I put her on the plane last wednesday morning and collected my daughter from the country train on thursday evening, and between times I cleaned house. Is it any wonder I am tired.

I wanted to talk about faith. I was just reading that journal I mentioned last month and the writer said 'if there is no God then we are all accidents, but then there is a God so we not'. That's faith for you. There is no logic involved at all.

Someone said that everyone has profound faith .. well, everyone that gets into a car, that is. We all get on to the roads and highways believing that everyone else will obey the road rules, at least to some greater degree that keeps them on the left of the road .. or on the right, for those folks who live anywhere but Oz and England. So faithfully we drive along until someone, or something, hits the car and unsettles us, or we have a stress attack, as a number of people I know have done, and stop driving. Necessity might drive them back into the car, or they could, like my mother, choose never to drive again. Did they lose faith? Yes, in themselves.

Faith in God is believing in something you cannot see. Why do I believe in so much stuff I can't see, can't touch with my hands, sneaks up behind me and gives me a fright? Still can't see it. The other day we had the 'smelly visitors', can't see them with my eyes open, still believe in the human spirit, in all its myriad of forms though. I could smell them? I didn't really even feel their presences until the smells arrived, but that is my own distraction. We are having fright nights around here at the moment. Tom said I was making funny noises in my sleep, and when he woke me and asked if I was ok I told him I was 'busy'. The last 'memory' of busy involved a dragon-kind very tall being and a very big sword. I told Tom to ask me questions after I wake up really early in the morning instead. He says he will. Now that is faith. He has faith in me not being a total nutcase. It is only me that wonders that of myself at times.

Where was I? Why do people believe in God? They have to have something bigger, stronger, wiser and more loving than themselves to cling to. Well that is my answer anyway. I doubt I will ever be a philospher. You know, if you stick the example out there people will still ignore it. Even if God turned up and slapped a few people in the face they would just turn their heads and go back to watching tv. Do you want to live in that sort of personal vaccum, or out here where the world is a little weird, far more challenging, and sometimes frightening. I know where I want to be.

Faith is the binding force that should draw people together, but 'faith' also tears them apart. Just look at the battles over the millenia between people of different 'faiths'. They don't have different faiths they have different beliefs. The trouble is that some of them, some of us, so as not to think we can isolate ourselves from the human race as a whole, want everyone to believe in the same thing. I wonder what God wants? Didn't s/he create all the different possibilities of beliefs? Didn't s/he open all of us to the opportunity of change? I know s/he did. It was in the complicated gift called Free Will.

Have to go and collect my daughter from the local railway station this time. She goes home tomorrow, I have faith then that I'll settle back into a bit more creative routine when she's home.

Have a great day,
Love & Light
Ama
4.55pm Monday

Well at least I was writing

2009-03-25T21:10:00.000+11:00

Good evening world,

I am listening to Norah Jones, it is very dark outside and I just cooked a berry pie - and all of that after spending 2 or 3 solid hours on the Samael book and ending up feeling like hell because of the amount of energy it costs me in the reading and writing. I wonder, if it ever gets published, will the readers feel the same drain? I haven't had any negative comments from anyone who has read it so far. Must just be me. And I only edited 6 pages, so where does the energy go?

The problem with the dark, one of the many, is if you talk about them they will notice and come and visit. One of the reasons why I gave up writing this book was the influence Sama's energy was having over the household I was living in. I am hoping Tom is strong enough not to be affected by it, and that I am strong enough too. Oh well, it has to be written, and I don't seem to be able do do anything 'but' write it right now, all other avenues of adventures have dried up.

What is it they are trying to teach me? What is it I am trying to learn? The elohim info was very interesting, stuff I didn't know when I wrote the first draft. I must be a very slow learner.

Must eat pie. Walk softly all, have a great night,
We love you
Ama
9.22pm wednesday

Visitors

2009-03-24T19:37:00.000+11:00

It has been lovely to live here on the apple farm for the past 3 weeks - so quiet, so peaceful, only crickets, the birds that eat the apples and drop them off the trees, the shot gun, the aircannon that I am sure the birds ignore completely - but sounds like it goes off right in your ear (but that's another story) ...

A few days ago that changed. It started with the sensation of being watched, in a nasty fashion, from down the hill past the bottom of the orchard. I didn't spend any time trying to work out what was watching because it was unexpected and spooked me, so crawled back into bed and went to sleep. Must not have been harmful, just watchful. So a couple of days later Tom and I come back from shopping and there is a really strong smell of perfume in the kitchen, no way it could have blown in from outside, so I went looking for the lady visitor and couldn't find anyone. The smell lingered for about 15 minutes and then was gone, but it came back later that night, fleetingly, and in the lounge room next to where Tom was sitting on the couch. I got a faint glimpse then but would not have noticed if Tom had not commented.

Today .. today the smell of cigarette (strong cigarette) smoke appeared in the kitchen. Since the back door was open, and it was on that side of me, I went looking for someone at the laundry door .. no one was there .. and the smell was gone, which is good because it had made me gag.

A few seconds ago (7:49pm Tuesday) a friend texted me about a house back in Armidale that was visited by a lady ghost last night. The lady was standing outside the back door looking like she had just knocked and was turning away. The girl in the house was freaked a bit, as was her baby. Hmm... is all the renewed ghost activity connected after months and months of peace and quiet. I will keep you posted.

Walk softly,
Love & Light
Ama
7.51pm Tues 24th March