A Look Backward

by Sedona

Allow us to move outside the box for a while.  In the space outside the box we may explore any territory we wish to travel.  In this realm we can journey where we want without fear of reprisal, for we do it hand in hand with each other, through levels and planes of thought.

 Imagine a time on Earth before humans existed . . . plants growing and dying with the season, only to start growing again when the sun became warm enough to nurture each plant and warmer rains fell to dampen the soil which is their roots’ home.  Insects, reptiles, birds and early mammals flourished in the climes to which they had each adapted.  The air and water, pure and unmolested by pollutants, allowed them to be born, grow old and die in their natural manner.  The strong and those best adapted to their natural habitat survived longer than their weaker or less adapted neighbors.  Where more rains fell, more lush plant life existed upon which the vegetarian species fed and thrived.  Due to the abundance of these lives, carnivores also increased in number, keeping the herbivore populations in check so as not to consume all the plant life and eventually starve their own populace.

There was a natural order to the Earth – birth and death.

Imagine then that a power more mighty than our collective imaginations’ could conceive looked upon the Earth and saw that it was good.  What a wonderful world, full of order and beauty . . . but spiritually bereft.  So this Power waited and watched until, through evolution and extinction (all within the natural order upon which this planet depended), a creature began to appear that was more adaptable than the others. It had mental abilities above those around it, and it was able to create things other than just a reproduction of itself.

The Power, now becoming lonely and looking for other spiritual beings with which to share Her universe, emitted sparks of Her own light and through Her infinite love embedded them within these creatures, hoping to create beings of a spiritual magnitude to equal Her own.

Alas, Her light and love were not enough.  These creatures were stubborn and willful, filled with self-importance, unable to graciously accept the gift given to them and honor She who bequeathed it.  Sadly, She has watched over the course of thousands of years, waiting for those She loves, those to whom She gave of her own light, to realize their true value and thus return to Her.

I am reminded of a song I was taught as a child in Sunday School.  “This little light of mine, I’m gonna’ make it shine.”

Please allow the Light of your Higher Power to shine through you so that others may replenish their Light from yours.  As using one candle to light another does not diminish the flame of the first, allow us to bask in each other’s glow and grow strong.

Be well, my sisters.

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The Holder of the Light

By Sedona

It was storming, a southwestern monsoon.  The rain had been coming down in layers not drops since about 4 PM.  The streets were mostly rivers.  The light show over the Black Mountain was breathtaking.  One could not tell where one thrum of thunder ended and the next began.  It was a perfectly relaxing night for me.  I knew I would sleep well – I always do when there’s an electrical storm.  My insomnia would not be bothering me – or so I thought.

My brain has a most annoying habit of waking me at 2:28 AM regularly -- no matter what time I fall asleep nor what time I rise in the morning.  2:28  comes, and I’m wide awake nearly every night.  I envisioned sleeping through the night without my brain’s clarion call.  I lay down that night and let the sound of the rain and thunder lull me to sleep naturally, fully expecting to stay in that state of relaxation and repose.

2:28 AM – eyes wide open.  “Oh what the hell,” I thought as I rolled over to my left side to see if a change in position would let me just go right back to sleep.  The motion led my eyes directly to the edge of the ceiling where it meets the wall over the window.  There was a glow there – one I’d never seen before though I’d slept in that same room for over two years.  As I watched, the white, dull, throbbing beams began to take on delineated edges.  It took on a nearly human shape.  Its hair was long and flowed as if there were a breeze blowing on my ceiling.  The face began to take shape also.  It was difficult to distinguish whether the features were male or female – too soft and comely for a man, too sinewy for a woman.  It was draped in gauzy robes, wings visible over the shoulders and extending to each side at the hips.  The robe also wafted in a wind I knew was not there.  There was a soft glow undulating around the entire image.  I was not able to take my eyes away from the vision.  As I stared, the image raised its right hand from within the robes and reached toward me.  In that hand was a glowing orb, sending soft rays of white light around my bedroom. 

Trying to not move too much nor to take my eyes off the figure for too long, I glanced quickly at my digital clock.  It clearly showed me in inch and a half tall numerals that it was well after 3 AM.  Over half an hour had elapsed, I know not how.  My mind told me only a minute or two had gone by, but the clock was proving me wrong.  I looked back at the place where the ceiling meets the wall and nothing had changed.  There was my pale vision, hand held out to me, ball of white light glowing, hair blowing out behind its benevolent visage, wings folded behind it and robes still billowing in an imaginary draft of air. 

I kept thinking that there must be a puddle of water outside my window and that light from a streetlamp was reflecting off its surface to illuminate my ceiling in this odd fashion.  I watched the image closely, looking for changes.  There were no more.  I kept trying to determine what else could cause it.  I wondered if a neighbor had a light on that normally was dark at this time of night, if someone were in the parking lot with their headlights on, or if there were children playing with a flashlight next door.  I went to the window and looked out.  There were no lights on anywhere.  I went to the switch on my wall and flipped it.  Nothing happened.  My clock was running on its backup battery.  Our power was out thanks to the storm.  I went to the bathroom and lit a cigarette and a candle.  I sat down on the toilet to think.  Before I’d finished my cigarette, I went out on the balcony to have a look around.  The power must have been out in several blocks and the moon was hidden behind the storm clouds.  It was dead dark.  Since the rain had cut back to a light drizzle, I grabbed a light coat and went out and down the outside stairs to have a look around.  There was nothing unusual except the lack of light.  I went back upstairs, locked the front door and stood in the living room, afraid to go back in the bedroom, afraid that the figure of light that shouldn’t be there remained.

The clock!  It threw off a green illumination.

I threw my coat over the arm of a chair, ran into the bedroom, took the clock off the shelf over my bed and hid it under the covers face down.  My friend was still on the ceiling, still presenting me with a radiating sphere.  I collapsed on the bed, face down.  Hesitantly, I rolled over to contemplate the shape on my ceiling where it meets the wall.  I lay there, staring, ‘til dawn. 

There is nothing more radiant than the sun rising after a strong storm has washed the air clean.  However, it was not enough to rid me of my intruder.  My alarm went off at 8:30 AM.  My work day didn’t start until 11.  I went to the kitchen, started a big pot of fresh coffee brewing, knowing that was all I had to depend on to keep me awake for the day, and took a shower.  Without boring you with my whole morning routine, I’ll just say that I got dressed while watching the illumination that wouldn’t fade or move.  The last thing I did before leaving the house was to say good-bye – might as well be polite.

That evening, when I arrived home from work, my new friend was gone.  I immediately revved up the computer and searched the internet for information on Angels.

Be well, my sisters.

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Amazing World

by Sedona

I live in an amazing world.  Flowers, trees, bushes, stones, clouds, sun, moon, stars, fish, fowl, dogs, cats, horses, breeze . . .  As I relax on the sun-warmed surface of a large flat stone, my toes only six inches from the water in the duck pond, nineteen ducks and seven pigeons are stationed on rocks or floating on the water within five yards of me.  They are not afraid of humans – most of the residents of this complex feed them.  They are plump with birdseed, stale bread and (unfortunately) old donuts.  Some bask in the sun, others preen, yet others stand an informal guard – there are stray cats in the neighborhood.  Since the pond is man-made, there is a spot, not quite center that bubbles up as the water from the lowest of the three ponds is re-circulated in order to keep the waterfalls flowing.  It creates ripples and small waves and causes the ducks that are resting on the water to bob very gently.  The sun is warming my back, my neck and the back of my left ankle, for it is getting closer to winter than summer; and, though it is mid-day, it is low in the southern sky.  The breeze rustles the palm fronds and purple plum tree’s leaves, creating a soft, lulling melody, which is in harmony with the water splashing from the fountain in the lowest pond and lapping up against the rocky edge at my feet.  The movement of the leaves creates sunshine, shade, sunshine, and shade on the paper as I write; and I can feel the hair on my arms move in that breeze.  The stone has begun to feel cold underneath me since it is in my shadow, and the heat was only surface-deep due to the night chill, which now doesn’t really ever go away in the weaker rays of the non-direct sun.  Four more pigeons have landed on a larger, flat stone to my left.  They don’t seem to notice that I’m here.  One just flew over the pond to join his friends on the rock two feet to my right, and two of the remaining three join him within seconds.  The last, a pure white one, took his time surveying the rocks around the whole pond before taking short flight to rejoin his group.  The ducks remain as they have been except that the preening ones are now resting with heads tucked under wings.

I live in an amazing world – don’t you?

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Not Your Time

by Sedona

Before we get into the meat of the matter, I want to through out a few ideas, philosophies if you will, which are relevant to the discussion.  The first is:  Nothing happens by accident.  The second:  We are all here for a reason.  The third:  There is a Higher Power.  The fourth:  We are meant to interact with each other, working toward a positive outcome.  If you agree with these, then we have some common ground.  If you do not, please take the following into consideration from your viewpoint and arrive at your own conclusions.  One other thing:  This is not being told to illicit sympathy, empathy, blame or anger.

A baby was born; she was beautiful and apparently perfect – ten fingers, ten toes, all the appropriate gear inside and out.  When she was about three months old, she began gasping for air and turning blue.  The diagnosis was that she had extreme sinus allergies.  This occurred in a small town, back in the 50’s.  There were few remedies that were allergy specific, so she was treated with adult strength and dosages of meds that were developed to relieve sinus congestions due to colds or flu.  That was all there was.  Her mother, fearing for the baby’s life at all times, since she was incapable of breathing unless her head was turned to one side or the other to keep a nasal passage open enough to allow the intake of air, held the baby while she slept – even throughout the night.  The mother sat upright in a chair every night holding her child to make sure she could breathe until the child was about three years old, and her nasal passages had grown larger and she had learned to mouth breathe.  It is possible that the mother did not need to wait ‘til the child was that old for it to be safe to let her sleep on her own in a bed.  However, the fear of losing the child made it impossible for the mother to “experiment” at an earlier age.  The basic premise is this:  the child was near death many times during her first at least two years of life.

The child grew to be a beautiful little girl.  She was quite often too sick to go to school.  Her mother dutifully went to school to pick up and drop off her schoolwork (she was both home taught and provided the public school experience).  Since the child was an excellent student with no disciplinary issues and since the mother took such an active part in her education, the school system was willing to overlook the excessive absences.  When she was about seven or eight years old, she contracted chicken pox just past mid-December.  Throughout the week before Christmas until a few days after, the girl spent most of her time passing out from the pain in her throat and head, especially when she tried to swallow anything.  She has no real memory of any of this herself.  However, her mother clearly remembers the entire experience and wondering on several occasions if her child was going to live through the end of the year.  Since the child had chicken pox, no doctor or hospital would allow her to appear in person.  Her pediatrician made house calls, but there wasn’t much that could be done.  Again, adult medications to attempt to relieve the pain and congestion were prescribed.  It was nearly impossible for the child to take the medicine since her throat was swollen nearly shut and every time she tried to swallow, she passed out; so, for all intents and purposes, none of the medication was ever ingested.  In a perfect world, she’d have been admitted to a hospital.  OK – in a humane world, she’d have been hospitalized where she could have had intravenous saline and necessary drugs.  The child was dehydrated along with the other issues, but it appears that this was overlooked.  (NOTE:  We cannot blame the mother.  She was not trained in medicine.  What we consider to be common knowledge now was not necessarily common knowledge in the late fifties.)  Well, the chicken pox went away, as they usually will.  The child survived – no one is really sure how.

She was small for her age – probably due to the effects of her body fighting off illness so often.  One would think that her mother and father would have been radically over-protective under the circumstances, but they were rational people who led a balanced life.  When on vacation at a lake resort, she slipped out of an inner tube and spent longer than was healthy under water.  Her mother dove several times looking for her in the murky water.  Again, she should not have survived, but a few minutes later she was on the beach building sandcastles.                   

The years went by, the child grew, the allergies lessened in intensity to some degree just due to natural physiology.  She graduated high school with honors and went to college. 

She flew back home for Christmas after her first quarter in school.  Her parents picked her up at the airport in a community about 75 miles from their home.  The fog was of the pea soup variety and they drove in and out of it as they made their way through the hilly countryside.  While heading downhill into the next fog pocket, both her mother and she yelled to her father to pull off the road.  Neither of them knew why.  He, having been well trained by his wife to listen to every word she said and to respond immediately, pulled from the middle lane of the three-lane highway and onto the berm of the road.  They had entered the fog pocket by this point and could see what had previously been curtained by the fog bank -- the gasoline tanker that was overturned across all three lanes of the highway as well as with the 18-wheeler that had been behind them in the middle lane.  It hit the side of the tanker head on.  Had they not pulled off the road, they’d have hit the tanker first and then been rear ended by the Kenworth, sandwiched (or pancaked due to the “flattening” effect) in between with infinitesimal chances for survival.      

The college she attended was in an area surrounded by ski resorts, so she took skiing as one of her mandatory electives.  On the way down a winding, snowy, but well packed, mountain road, the car she was driving hit a ridge of hard-packed snow and became air-borne.  The next bend in the road was a right-hand curve.  Straight ahead was a cliff.  All she could do was look ahead at the treetops.  Who knows, maybe a gust of wind hit the car head-on, but it stopped moving forward, dropped to the snow-covered surface, and she was able to steer the car around the right-hand curve with minimal difficulty – especially considering how badly her hands were shaking.  On another occasion, on another mountain road outside the same community, she and a friend were returning home from a late autumn nature hike that was cut short due to rain and a sudden drop in temperature.  Her friend had turned her ankle running back to the car to get out of the rain, so she was driving her friend’s car.  They came around a curve and hit an unexpected patch of black ice.  The car spun out of control.  It made three complete circles and came to a stop on the gravel of a scenic view overlook, missing going over the edge of a cliff by about 10 feet.  You might think at this point that she was a lousy driver.  In reality, she is a very good driver based on her performance over 35 years of never having been in an actual accident.  By the way, she left the small town in the early 70’s and has lived and driven in a large cities ever since.

While driving from her home to her parent’s for Christmas, she was sleeping in the passenger seat of the car while her husband drove on the lonely, two-lane highway that wound through southern Utah.  For no reason of which she is aware, she reached over, grabbed the steering wheel and jerked the car to the right.  As she began to reach full consciousness, she saw the truck that was coming toward them just a moment before pass them on the left.  Her husband had fallen asleep at the wheel.  Her stepson had awakened in the back seat just in time to see that his new step-mom had saved their lives.

While living in an area of the country that experiences torrential downpours, she was driving a van down a two lane road.  Running across the road surface was what is termed a “wash”.  It is a natural ditch that fills with rain quickly and becomes a rushing river.  Since she was dealing with an emergency situation at the time, against her better judgment, she drove through the wash and found that the road surface had already been washed away.  The van stopped moving forward and began to move with the water in the wash – sideways.  The wheels of the vehicle could find no purchase.  She took her foot off the gas, having been used to the rules of driving in snow – slow down and gain traction.  As she mentioned to her daughter that they might be in for a bumpy ride, the van was pushed from behind and began to move forward, straight into the head-on, gale force winds.  As they came up onto the road surface on the other side of the wash, she looked in the rear-view mirrors.  There was nothing there.  She looked around and behind the vehicle – nothing there.  Both she and her daughter were convinced that another vehicle, larger than theirs, had come up behind them and done them the favor of pushing them out.  There was nothing else on the road anywhere.  The wind was coming at them from the front, battering the rain against the windshield.  It would have been more than unlikely, near impossible, that a gust of wind had pushed them from behind, yet the vehicle moved forward, into the wind, against the sideways force of the flowing water, and moved them back to relative safety – her right foot was still on the floor of the van, not on the gas pedal.

It would seem that in none of these cases was it her time to go.  She believes that she has purpose.  She believes that she is here and has been allowed to stay here because there are things for her yet to learn and to teach.  That is what she does.  She believes that each of us touches the lives of others, and this should be done with purpose of intent for the greater good of all.  She believes that we leave our legacy with each word we say and with each action we take.

These are just a few of the experiences that this one person has had.  Many others have had experiences of either a similar or even more profound nature.  They are documented in magazines, newspapers and books, on TV shows and websites, and in movies.  I offer this as additional proof of the theory that there is a divine plan, that we are here for reasons, which it is our responsibility to determine them and to follow through.         

“Every day create your history.

 Every path you take you’re leaving your legacy.

 Every soldier dies in his glory.

 Every legend tells a conquest in liberty.”  ~Michael Jackson – “History” – HiStory Album~

NOTE:  This story has been told with full knowledge of the individual described.  No names have been used on purpose in order to help depersonalize the situations.  Again, this was not told to illicit an emotional response.  It was told in an effort to support the theory that there is a reason why each of us is alive, that there is purpose to our lives.

Be well, my sister

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Moon Cycles

and

How They Affect Us

 by

Reverend Ann-Marie Goldstein

In today’s modern world, one will often hear people comment on the Full Moon. You may hear things said like, “ Well, you know that people get a little crazy around the Full Moon.” Or, “You know all the crazies come out at the Full Moon.” While these comments are often made in jest, the Moon and Her powers are nothing to be laughed at; and, when used properly with the right timing, The Moon can be of tremendous benefit to your life.

There are numerous studies on the cycles of the Moon that have served to demonstrate the uncanny and mystical powers associated with the Moon. Tide watchers used oysters in one particular instance where two sets of live oysters were used, one stayed in one location and the other removed in a sealed box to another completely different time zone. In the first time zone it was noted that the oysters came open when the Moon was Full. In the other container that had been transported across an entire continent, much to the surprise of the scientists, the second set of oysters began a whole new cycle of opening and closing to the cycles of the Moon, an entire time zone away.

In 2005 we use what is known as the Gregorian calendar which drops days every month or so, and leaves us with one month a year with “28 days clear and 29 in each leap year”. Society has not always used the Gregorian calendar and in fact, there are many people today who have an entirely different system of ‘keeping time’, as we know it.

http://www.13moon.com/index.htm is one such web site, devoted to the ancient Mayan calendar and the 2012 prophecy. This is based on the Mayan theory of keeping time by the cycles of the Moon and Her path through the sky for thousands of years gone by. Using the theory behind the Mayan calendar, we would have 13 months to a calendar year with each month consisting of 28 days. The Moon has a 28-day cycle, very similar to a female’s menstruation cycle. By the calculations of the Mayan Calendar, a person uses this way of keeping time by following this cycle. When done over a prolonged period of time - especially by women - this can have pronounced changes to your physical and spiritual life.

The New Moon (which occurs by our calendar around the 5th through the 8th of each month) is an excellent time to begin new things. It is said that when you cut your hair, you should cut it at the new Moon and it will grow faster. This is a time when you want to begin new projects, new relationships, personal and otherwise. From the time of the New Moon we then go to the ‘First’ Moon: when the Moon starts becoming that silvery crescent in the sky. This is a two-week period of incredible spiritual opportunity. Meditation is at its peak then; your mental abilities are strong. Visualization can be very effective at this time and certain candles may be burned to increase your wishes.

From that point, we go to the “Full” Moon where the Moon waxes and grows to that beautiful huge orb in the sky, sometimes so bright that no artificial light is needed when you walk outside at night. Feminine energy and the Moon are synonymous with each other; and, ladies, this is the time when those babies start popping out according to popular lore. Indeed, “men are from Mars and women are from Venus” has been replaced with the true energies of The Sun ruling men and The Moon ruling women. Men - often hot tempered; not as emotional as women (that is the energy of the Moon at work) and fiery, hot-blooded like The Sun that burns high above us. Women - emotional, moods and feelings waxing and waning, changing like the Moon as she grows and then dies each month, only to be reborn again the following month. From the point of the Full Moon, she then goes to the “last” moon and then the cycle repeats itself. This is when you want to close doors in your life. Wrap up that work or school project. Put things mentally, physically and emotionally to bed so that you can be fresh and clean for the next Moon cycle.

To understand how the Moon can affect your life, especially for women, who are the only mammals on our planet that menstruate, is to understand and come into your full potential.
Think of the tides and how the moon rules them. Water is fluid by its nature and our bodies are made of 80% or 90% water. It stands to reason that if we too learn to be like the tide and learn to go with the cycles of the Moon, we can start to “go WITH the flow” rather than constantly fighting against it.

For those of you who are very familiar with the Moon, you might be wondering why I am not writing about spell work using the Moon. But if you are indeed familiar, you will know why. It would be irresponsible for me to do so. You must learn by degrees and studying the Moon and Her powers is nothing to be learnt overnight. If you have lived by the Gregorian calendar all your life, as most people have, for me to toss someone into the stratosphere of the Mayan calendar would be foolish, for they would not understand a word and it would defeat the purpose.

Begin by getting yourself a moon calendar. These are published every year and can be purchased from any bookstore at the same time as the regular calendars or you can buy online at www.llewellyn.com

Then you can read all about the Moon, what it means for you as far as your Moon sign (the side of yourself that you don’t show to most people). The calendar will show you when the Moon is new, when it is v/c (void-of-course) and exactly what that term means. You will know when the Moon is going from waxing to Full to waning to last moon. You can familiarize yourself with the cycles, and then it really starts getting interesting. For a woman, you can ease your menstrual cycle, for to get your body in sync with the Moon is to get your mind body and soul as one.

Once you have become more familiar with the Moon then you can begin to manifest long term changes in your life. It doesn’t happen all at once, you will need to make a conscious effort to start timing your life by the cycles of the Moon. After about two or three Moon cycles you should start to see a pronounced change in the way things start to seemingly “fall into place” just as the Moon becomes Full. You will notice that you may meet new friends when the Moon is new. This is just the beginning. Over time, you can change whatever you need to change, from friends to family to entire career moves -- anything is possible. And for women, this will open you to a whole New World within yourselves. To allow the Moon her Divine access to you is to allow miracles. And miracles, in the end, are what we all really want. They are possible: all it takes is a little bit of good timing and the willingness to be open to the possibility. Happy learning!

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Necessary Objects

by

Reverend Ann-Marie Goldstein

When one thinks of what it takes to make her or him happy or contented these days one might be inclined to look at what seems “necessary”.  This seems only natural.

Necessary objects:  What is necessary to you may be completely un-necessary to another and vice versa?  I put to you the bigger question:

What is necessary?

Putting a list together of what you deem to be necessary can take five minutes and contain more substance than if you took a half hour to think about it, mull it over and put something together.  SO, off the top of your head, I repeat the question:

What is necessary . . . TO YOU?

I think that perhaps this is a question that each individual can answer only for her or himself.  For some it may be a big house.  For others it can be a nice, fancy car with all the bells and whistles.  Now, a nice, fancy car may be a want and a very good want; but it is not a necessity.  You may even have a six pack of children, and you say you need the big car, which would lead me to ask you WHY you had so many children – but we won’t go down that road.  We may never come back.  For some, necessity can mean status – how others look at them.  How others perceive us largely depends on how we carry ourselves.  Some may like us, some may not, but again that is not the issue. Do you like yourself?

Knowing myself the way I do – one must know oneself very well to even begin this exercise of necessity – I could play tic tack toe with you, but you won’t win, so I will spare us all the roundabouts and share with you my definition of necessary 

First and foremost, peace of mind is necessary.  I’m not talking about just feeling good.  I’m talking about being with your self and feeling good.  It’s an entirely different thing.  To be with your self takes you to another level.  When you relate well with your self, you can relate well with others.

After peace of mind, a feeling of love is necessary.  Not the love to own another; not the love to be the object of love to another; but rather a feeling of all-encompassing love that hits one at random moments:   when I may be driving and a favorite song comes on and I spread my hands out to feel like I am flying.  In that moment all is right with the

world.  That is the love I am talking about.  It is the greatest love of all because it is love that can be shared without losing anything -- most of all yourself. 

The third and final necessity is calm.  Easy waters that run over troubled times in our lives or in our psyches when they threaten to derail and overwhelm us.  Living in calm certainty and living in the knowing of Faith, whatever that particular word may mean to you.  Discovering that meaning can bring a love like one has never known; love that is indescribable.

I find these things to be absolutely necessary to my well being.  Basic physical necessities are available to me; but, unlike many, I have peace of mind, which gives me room to enjoy these things and not take them for granted.  That may be the most necessary objective of all.

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Angel Channeling: Messages from The Light.

May-June 2005

We want to talk with you about religion. We are sorry to be so blunt about it, but this message is too important to come to you lightly. Indeed, it cannot be given lightly nor taken lightly, for much depends over the next few years on your Earthly planet on your concept of “religion” and what it has led so many of you wonderful creatures to do.
First, we do acknowledge that many of you have had a hard transition time recently. We have not meant for it to be so hard; but, as light workers on your side, we, The Angels, depend on you so much more than you realize. We have to be sure that those whom the torch is passed on to can bear the heat of the flame.
Now let us get a few things straight. The upcoming years, the next phase of your evolution, will depend very much on what you believe “religion” to be. Do you think that there is more than one Creator? Do you really think that God, or Goddess, the Divine in any form you choose to think of, really wants you, the human side of who we are, to go on killing each other because of RELIGION?

There, we have said it. We know that many do not want this idea to come to light, and we apologize; but it must be said, it must be seen, and it definitely must be heard. No longer can we sit by as you cause chaos on the planet that is such an integral part of the Universe by your judgments and your killings of those who’s only fault is believing in a different deity than you do.
Don’t get us wrong because we know we are coming across quite strongly. We don’t mean to cause any discord, and we are still Angels. We love, we harmonize and we want you to start doing the same. But you sometimes cannot hear us because you refuse to listen to our song. If the woman or man next to you is cut, do you not see the same color blood? The only reason “people” have different colored skins is because of geography and climate concerns. That is all.
In your world, there are so many wondrous things to see and so many glorious gifts that you have been given. Please, we ask you, do not waste them by being blinded. You cannot continue to turn away from the distress that is being caused because of this belief system that one God is better than another. We will say it without fear: This fear that has been created in your land -- the one you call “Jesus” and the Prophet Mohammed wish that you get along just as they do. For one was truly no different from the other. They each had a message of love and acceptance, and that message is being turned into blood on the streets in their names.  It is not going un-noticed and it is not appreciated. Why do you think your planet is going through the shake-ups it has been going through? Your Creator is trying to get you to feel. It is obvious that those whom we have tried to make hear us turn a deaf ear, and if this continues you can be sure that you will be made to feel since you refuse to listen.
Heaven can be found right here on your planet, beloved ones. Listen to us!! FEEL us. Close your eyes and there you will SEE us, in your mind’s eye. We try to come to you; we are there in the light, but you live in darkness and so you cannot see. So we have no choice but to join you in the darkness, but we will not let it overwhelm us, and you do not have to either. We are here to pull you up. Do not worry, for we have never let you fall and have no intentions of doing so now. Yes, we have tested you. The Creator has tested you. Some have passed, and even more have failed. Those we thought would fail have passed, and those we thought would pass have failed. We cannot say we are surprised.
Close your eyes when you are through here, breathe deep into the sphere of creation, and know this one thing. All of your saviors that came before you; the ones to whom you have created this idea of “religion” around: they all came to show unconditional love and acceptance. How can you then justify taking this original concept and turning it into what you are trying to make it be: judgment, criticism, and very conditional love. You want to try original sin? This is the true original sin. Not your Adam and Eve, or Adam and Steve, or even Eve and Eve. If we do not care, and we support love in all forms, and we are the messengers of the Creator, why would you take on so and build this bridge that goes nowhere?
In closing, we thank you, the Light Workers of today, for hearing us. We know how it can be wearying for you. There is nothing wrong in taking a break to rejuvenate the Spirit. To coin a phrase from what you refer to as your bible, even God rested on the seventh day!

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Angel Channeling: Messages from The Light.

June - July 2005

Dear loves, the message we bring to you today is  about the unconditional love we showed you in our previous message through this messenger. There are songs that have been sung about the great mysteries of love. “Fairy tales can come true; it can happen you if you’re young at heart.” “I love you just the way you are.” These are but two examples. We want to help you know and understand more about this EARTHLY concept of
love, this love that you so desire and indeed richly deserve.

The first thing you need to know and accept about love is that love in action means freedom. Freedom for you to be yourself, and freedom for the other person to be themselves. This is what true love really means. You must be able to allow that other soul to flourish, to fly, to be all that they can be. Doing anything less than that is not love, it is entrapment. It is expectation. It is setting you up to be hurt and disappointed. We know that you are not used to this concept but some things are true whether or not you believe
them to be so.

Let us ask you some questions meant to provoke thought. Can anyone else be you? Can you be anybody else? The answer to both these questions is no. You were born into your body which is your earthly vessel. Each ‘body’ comes in different shapes and sizes, just as each soul inside that body has different needs and wants and dreams. True unconditional love only comes once you accept you for who you are, in all your glory and your entire splendor. You think that another can honor you if you are not honoring yourself? You lie if this is what you believe. It may be what you have been taught to know throughout the year but We are older than time itself and We tell you the way to achieve love is by setting yourself free to the Universe and the glories of that world. Your light, your own individual Grace and Purpose can then start to glow and the one whom is meant to enjoy that, the one whom speaks your language can then find you. For you have only just begun to live. A soul-mate, {please note we use two separate words here} one who matches your individual rhythm cannot find you unless you march to the beat of your own drum. Understand this concept and free yourself from the thought that there is only one soul mate. Only then can you begin to really be all that you were meant to be.

Begin your earthly process and journey to love by honoring your truth. Speak up if you don’t like something and sing it from the rooftops when you do. The females of this world especially need to hear this call, for do you not realize the tremendous power within you? You look to the male counterpart to do this, it is sad for you have trained your young to be this way and that is not the way of the truth. You, the female, are the
embodiment of the Goddess Herself. The male knows this deep within his core. He longs for the female whom he can honor but he cannot do so until you have begun to honor yourself. Woman, we call upon you to be. Stop trying to dominate the  male of your species. You are not men and will never be. It will not work and you will never keep him that way. He must be able to be free and this is how he knows where his true home really is. Know your worth, female, and know it from deep within. There are no limits to what you can do and accomplish once you have established this
essential fact within yourself. You are beauty. You are glorious. You are Spirit in living form. You are formed by the Madonna Herself and you must stop being afraid to be you. Don’t you know that the male will love you all the more for being true to yourself? This has nothing to do with the clothes you wear but has everything to do with how you carry yourself. A true Queen is a Queen regardless of what she may wear. You do not need to wear the skimpy clothes to show off your body for then you block access to the mind. The mind is where you live. Be comfortable in your mind and the body will fall into place. Please honor yourself this way and teach the younger females to do this. Your planet needs the infinite beauty and balance of the Feminine Divine. You are unique and you don’t need to prove anything to anyone. For one moment stop and think of how others perceive you when you carry yourself with anything less than honor and deep respect. They don’t see you as you really are because you are not showing your true colors.

Begin to live, begin to breathe and release long held ideas and beliefs that no longer serve any purpose for you. It will set you free and you can begin to climb the mountains and soar into the skies of Heavenly Love. This is what we wish for you, this is your Divine right. We can only open the door to this Love; We cannot make you do anything for the Creator embodied you with a certain amount of free will. It is all there for you, all you need to do is accept it. Create the atmosphere for unconditional love and it will find its’ way to your door. Listen to the beat of your precious heart and be still in the knowledge that you are deeply loved by your Creator. In this deep silence, a new you can and will be formed. Love is a Divine right, not an obligation. It is a choice that once you make it, your life will be forever changed and you will have the Peace that you so desperately seek right now. For it has always been there and has never  NOT been there. You have just been so blinded by your wants that you have been unable to fulfill your needs.  Many Blessings are waiting for you once your consciousness has made that decision to be free. We, the Angels, are waiting for you to be free. There is so much to see and so much to do. Come and join us as we celebrate you. We promise, you will never be lonely again because you will have acknowledged yourself and then you can begin to live from within. Once you begin to live from within, you will never again go without.

-- the angels
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FROM SCARED TO SACRED

HOW TO ALLOW ACCESS TO THE DIVINE BY REMOVING FEAR FROM YOUR LIFE.

BY REVEREND ANN-MARIE GOLDSTEIN

We all have our journeys to travel in life, we all have our paths to walk, and we ALL have our very own - we’d like to think - demons to slay on our paths to “enlightenment.”
From Scared to Sacred is but a tiny maneuver, the tiniest shift in your consciousness, which can allow the true and awesome power of the SACRED (the Divine) to cut through the SCARED (the fear). It is as miniscule a shift as it is to change the spelling of the words themselves.
You may think it is impossible, and you may think it is too hard to do, but in reality the easiest thing in this world of which to let go is fear. It is all too easy to walk around coming from fear and feeling scared. Most people live their lives that way, as if it were the norm to do so. Well, it is not the norm. It is in fact abnormal to walk around thinking that some devil, some demon or some curse is about to come and get you. That’s like people that refuse to sleep with one foot outside of the covers because that monster under the bed might come and chomp off the exposed foot. Has anyone ever looked under the bed and seen this horrible monster? I think not. Yet we are more afraid of that unseen monster than we are some of the people we let into our lives.

Stop to think about this for just one minute. “Fear of the Unknown” has got to be the BIGGEST oxymoron there is out there. How can you fear something if you don’t know what it is? In all my years of counseling different people from every walk of life, I have yet to find someone to answer that question.

Divinity rests in trusting the true nature of Spirit. Spirit, in turn, knows no fear. Can you see? Divinity RESTS.

“But how do I rest,” you cry. “I have bills to pay, a mortgage to make, food to put on the table! I can’t afford to listen to your talk of Divinity and resting…” and on and on you go, not realizing that you are blocking the Divine from entering your life by this very talk, which you are serving up.
Stop right there for just one second, if you will, and let us pause to remember all the months and all the years you have told your mind this. Hasn’t the rent or the mortgage always come through? Haven’t you always had food on the table and clothes on your back? Can you imagine, just for one minute, how much more you would have if you just stopped putting yourself in the hole that you insist on digging with every word that comes out of your mouth? It is written in Matthew 6:25 “ Are you not as important to me as the birds that sing? And do the birds know where their next meal is coming from, no they do not. So do not worry nor fret, just know that you are mine, I created you just as I created the birds that fly through the sky. So should you neither worry about where you will lay your head, or the food that you shall eat. For you are my beloved child.”

I put it to you that “enlightenment” RESTS in every second. Each moment that we draw breath on this Blessed earth is just that, a sacred moment not to be confused with what we want to make it into, which is a Scared moment. To live your life coming from fear of this, fear of that and fear of the other is to tell yourself that you actually do not believe good things can happen to you. that a contented and happy life is not your natural right. That is so far wrong it isn’t even funny.
I wrote at the beginning of this article that our purpose was to turn “scared” into “sacred”, and I didn’t just mean by changing one position of one letter in one word. The way to turn this around in your life takes constant vigilance over your mind, which can make your world a different place than what it really is. Your mind can turn the most innocent question into a teeming war zone with you as the prime target. Start living consciously. Every second. Every moment. Wake up, stop sleep walking through the precious gift of life and do the things you want to do!
When you wake up in the morning, for example, what is the first thing that crosses your mind? Do you awaken your SELF with loving thoughts? Do you take time to stretch and listen to the birds as they chirp in the glowing light of the morning sun? Or do you wake up, groaning and dreading the day ahead before it has even had a chance to get started yet? The manner in which we go to sleep at night and the way we wake ourselves up in the morning has everything to do with the way our day unfolds.

“What about my boss?” You say. “What if he or she is in a bad mood. If I go in all happy it’s just going to aggravate them!” What if, what if. If I had a dollar for every “what if” question I got, I’d be a rich woman by now. You are responsible for no-one else’s state of “be-ing” other than your own. (Of course, if you have young children, let me be clear, you are responsible for them too. They didn’t ask to be here.)
These are some steps you can take to start living and being in the Divine. To turn SCARED INTO SACRED.

First: while trying to put SALVE on someone’s wounds, be they personal, physical or otherwise, avoid becoming their SLAVE. There it is again: one word, same letters, completely different meaning. Be your own best friend. You are there with you when you go to bed, when you take a shower, when you are driving in the car on the way to work. You are there with you during the best of times and the worst of times. Don’t you owe it to yourself to be loving and kind toward you as much as you can? We walk around hoping for most of our lives, if not all, for someone to come along and “love” us, as if this “love” is going to make things in our lives magically better somehow. The most important person in this life that you can ever love is you. All love comes from this space. All things that are SACRED come from this space.
Do your best. Give yourself your word that you will do all it takes to make you the focus of your gifts from the Divine. It is by doing this that you are then able to truly love others as they are. It is only then that you can give your uniqueness and your special gifts to the world that is waiting for them to manifest.
It is only then that you can stop living in fear, that you can stop being SCARED.
By making this promise to yourself, realize that no other promise broken again can ever hurt you. For you have taken the first step in turning the SCARED into the SACRED by the one simple step of being true to you. The rest can and will be taken care of. After all, the Divine has control over you now. What better life is there, other than one filled to the brim with Faith?

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THE PURPOSE OF PURPOSE

By Rev. Ann-Marie Goldstein

Too often, we walk through our lives asking ourselves what our “purpose” is. Why are we here, what are we meant to do; and, if we even get that far into the equation, the next question comes: well, how do I get to there from here?

Purpose’s purpose is very simple, really. We were born to be the best US that we can be. What that means to each individual is strictly an individual thing. It goes back to being content in our own skin. That is a trick easier said than done, even for the most “highly evolved” and “spiritual” people. In fact, it can be harder because for those who walk the path close to the Spirit -- the way is not an easy one.

There is one aspect of purpose that remains true regardless of who you are, however. One must never use purpose for their own purposes. Read that again slowly so that you can really understand what it means. It is important that you do. Motive. Why do you do what you do? Why do you think you need what you need? The truth is most people look to others for their self-worth; they look to others to validate their existence. If the woman or man next to you is looking to you for you to tell him or her who they are, and you are looking to them to answer that same question, how can you ever truly figure out why you are here and what your purpose is? Going about it by seeking the validation of others is useless and literally serves no purpose. No pun intended.

If you really stop to look at it, life that is, we are either going too fast or too slowly all at the same time. Consequently, we really never get anywhere. The only time you can get anywhere, ironically enough, is when you stop.

Stop to smell the roses. Stop to think about where you are really going. Stop to think about what you really want. Just take a moment and stop.

Purpose can  catch up to you only when you stop. If you are constantly trying to prove one thing or another to this or that person, Purpose can never truly get hold of you, and thus you will spend half your life wondering why you are not happy or, more importantly, why you are not contented. Pleasing everyone else all the time is an exhausting job; and, no, somebody does not have to do it. Really the motivation behind it defeats the purpose anyway so why bother?

The questions that I pose to you are not always easy ones. I know, I have had to live through every experience to be able to write about them and will no doubt continue to do so as I work through my life's purpose. But it is my life's purpose, and it is what it is. Do you know what your purpose is? If you do, I'd love to hear about it. Once you put your purpose out there into the open, out into the Universe, there is no escaping it. Much like the young lady a few months ago who had been reading The Purpose Filled Life, little did she realize what her purpose was to be when that young man on the run from the law came to her home. She stopped to take the time to want to discover her purpose, and purpose came right to her door. Perhaps not how she thought it would be, but one thing is for sure: it was what it was. And that is something that will always be.

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                                    TRUTHS OF THE ASTROLOGICAL CHART

                                                                     By Asherah


An astrological chart can be a wonderful tool, a marvelous means of gaining insight into who we are as a person. Reading the astrological chart and having it interpreted correctly is the only way to be able to use this tool effectively. Many people think that their “sun sign” is the only important sign to know and little do they realize that it is a mere piece of the astrological pie, so to speak. We are complex beings, made up of all the elements and it is important to combine all of them in order to truly function at the level of which we are capable. The world around us needs a combination of things to ensure the continuation of life and we are exactly the same. If you over water a plant you can kill it. Too much or too little fresh air and sunlight may or may not damage the plant. We are just another expression of nature, except that we have arms and legs.
Here’s an example for you. A young lady has her sun in Taurus, her Moon and her Venus in Aries and her ascendant (or rising sign) in Libra. We’ll go one further and say that all these planets fall into her seventh house. Can you imagine what this young lady’s Achilles heel might be? What her downfall and her soft spot are?
The answer is love. The reason being that her Moon (who she is on the inside, her deepest darkest self) is in Aries, a fiery passionate sign prone to impulse. Her Venus is also in Aries and her rising sign Libra
(the ultimate lover here). They are all in or near enough to the seventh  house which rules love and partners, to just about control every aspect of her being until she has been properly ‘broken in’ just like you would a wild horse. She has great, harsh lessons to learn in her life about love. She will, no doubt while she is younger and more resilient (at least in her mind) fall ‘in love’ fifty times a day and for each moment give it her absolute all. With each ‘heartbreak’ she will feel it intensely, each loss keened after as though each one were the last of the great hopes for her to know and keep true love. It is what drives her until she has no where left to go and all the roads have been exhausted.
Only once all the roads that she has tried so willingly, so bravely to  run on and gallop and scamper and frolic, have closed, will the true path open up for her. Her ultimate need is to find someone she can be ‘herself’ with.  Such is the nature and the lessons contained within our charts. Each  chart  is different, as completely unique and an experience unto itself as is the person whom it represents. Our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to learn all sides of who we are and conquer the demons that force us
to run from ourselves. Once we recognize our weaknesses we can overcome  them and they have no more power over us. This is the challenge our charts represent to us.
It can absolutely be done. I have seen and read charts where the person saw what they needed to do and they went through the necessary changes and came out whole on the other side of the fence. All the pieces of that pie then begin to work for them instead of against them and they are no longer held back.
I have seen just the opposite. One chart was a distinctive one to be sure. This woman had so much Leo in her chart (Sun, Moon, Venus, Rising just to name the four biggies) that in truth and fact it all worked against her. She thought she knew everything. That of itself is not a bad thing. But  all the Leo made her a very feisty customer indeed. It was bad enough that she thought she knew everything but she also thought there was nothing else she needed to learn. That is where the problem came in. She would get stuck
all the time in her own self created drama just because she hated to be proven ‘wrong’ about anything.
 

Make it a point at least once in your life (preferably three times realistically) to have your chart done and analyzed by a reputable astrologer. The reason I say three is because we have certain ‘rites of passage’ during our life span where great changes occur. A chart, when well read and explained to you in a concise manner, can be of great benefit during these times where you may not know what exactly is making you
crazy you just know something needs to change. Odds are you may find out that Saturn, the planet ruling responsibility and change may be square to  your Moon sign. This can and will make you need to follow your muse wherever she may want to lead you. At least you will have a road map of your soul while
you are on your way.


 

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