Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Awakeners

I'm still reading Talking with Angels, A Document from Hungary, transmitted by Gitta Mallasz. This passage touched my heart today and I wanted to share it with you.


I proclaim to you:
When the ONE LIGHT penetrates into deeper gloom,
then there will be deliverance.
We all serve it with joy and gratitude. With thanks.
You will be transformed from "dreamers"
to "awakeners."
Your goal is to attain the level where anyone
who looks at you...awakens."

(Gitta's comment: I understand that we are to reach such a degree of inner brightness that others quite naturally are awakened, just as we are awakened in the morning by the sun.)

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Happy Michaelmas Day!

The universe is full of surprises when we can get out of our own way. We found ourselves at the right place at the right time while on a trip to England. One afternoon, weary from walking the grounds of the Glastonbury Abbey, I tried to beg off making the 500-ft climb to the top of the Tor to see the ruins of St. Michael's church. Much to our surprise, when we entered the tower, a small church service was beginning in honor of St. Michael and All the Angels. It was Michaelmas Day! The next thing we knew we were handed prayer books and began singing in honor of the archangels. The priest sprinkled us with holy water as the wind gusted through the old stone tower. Toward the end of the service, a young man, who looked like King Arthur, joined us with an owl perched on his shoulder. It did seem very much like I was awake in a dream.

Thank you, Archangel Michael, for all your service and Happy Michaelmas Day to all.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Footstool, The Loyal Canine

Elliot and I took a shortcut home from our walk in the park. Mother Nature was calling me. The detour took us by a little dog pacing up and down outside the fence of a big house. When he saw us, he ran toward me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but decided to lean on the side of love rather than fear. I bent down to pet him and he looked up at me with the most loving amber eyes. This dog was a sweetheart who needed a friend.

Having just read a book on animal communication, I confessed my skills were limited. "I wish I understood you better. Is this your home?" He looked at me as though it were. There were no cars in the driveway, but it appeared he was locked out by mistake. I remembered the house. That’s where I found a pretty writing desk on the curb the previous year. We had asked the owner if it was for the taking and she gifted us with a matching chair. Thinking back, I seemed to recall a little furry ball barking at us then. I was 99 percent sure this was the dog…until I peeked over the fence. Another dog was basking in the sun on the sidewalk. Neither dog barked, but we decided to leave the little dog in care of the angels while I hurried home to the bathroom and to call his folks whom I vaguely recalled were chiropractors.

The receptionist at the office, said the description matched Footstool. Could we let him back in the yard? Quickly we drove over there, hoping he hadn’t run off. Footstool was patiently waiting outside the gate. A man with a pit bull on a leash had just walked by. But Footstool held his ground. He was so excited that we came back. He ran toward the fence, cocking his head leading the way. “You’re going home,” I told him, opening the wooden gate. Happily, he scurried inside and then turned around as if to say, “Whew! There’s no place like home.” I thought about Footstool and what a good example he set. He wasn’t running all over the neighborhood trying to solve his problem. Loyal, he waited outside the gates of home knowing sooner or later, the doors would open wide and he would return to his kingdom.

A few days later, by chance I read a Bible passage in Isaiah where the Lord said the earth is his footstool. I had to smile at the synchronicity.

Angelic blessings,


Thursday, September 24, 2009

Your Newborn Purpose

"Your newborn purpose is nursed by angels, cherished by the Holy Spirit and protected by God himself. It needs not your protection; it is yours."
--A Course in Miracles

After finding this lovely quote, a few days passed and I wasn't sure what to write. Then my husband guided me to a book that deeply touched me. Budaliget 1943, Talking with Angels , a publication of angel dialogues transcribed by Gitta Mallaz in Hungary during the late stages of World War II, in 1943 and 1944.

Reading the dialogues were profoundly healing on many levels. I would like to share part of one with you.

"Uncertainty contains the only certainty.
What appears certain is death
The new is always uncertain.

--Can the new be measured?
The tiniest new particle is greater than all the old.
It cannot be weighed. Can you grasp in your heart
what this tiny particle of the new means?
It is able to change everything everywhere.
It takes aways the taste of the old.
The old will become unbearable to you.


Blessed is the soul that welcomes the seed,
and blessed its fruit!

Do you still doubt in your heart?

L. Oh, no!

--Then it is good.

L. If only it would last!

--The seed is indestructible, that is certain."

The Preface of the book, written in 1992, states that Gitta asserted that she is not the author of the text, but the scribe. She considers it her task to make the dialogues known to others. When asked how she feels about the dialogues today, Gitta answers:

"You know, those words are like seeds that were sown by the angels. They lay dormant in the earth for 33 years. They finally broke through the hard crust of the surface for the first time in 1976 with the publication of the French Dialogues in Paris and from there, they spread like wildfire - no, like Lightfire. Now the new, the Springtime of humanity, is here - and these words represent a very real possibility for all."

The angels said:


Saturday, September 19, 2009

Charlotte's Web

As a kid I was scared to death of spiders until I read Charlotte's Web. My heart softened and I could see spiders have a purpose, too. This summer a lovely garden spider took up residence outside the window by my computer. Interesting that she should choose that location as a spider is symbolic of writing. The guardian of ancient languages and alphabets. Her web is near the entrance to the cottage and so we pass "Charlotte" on our comings and goings. I'm amazed at her tenacity. I've watched her double and triple stitch her web after a thunderstorm and high winds. Several weeks ago, something interesting happened. She created a papery looking egg sac on one side of her web. Over the past week, she created another. And this morning I looked out and saw a third one. This gal is prolific.

In Animal Speak, Ted Andrews writes that spider is creativity and weaving of fate. In India it was associated with Maya, the weaver of illusion. The Native Americans view spider as grandmother, the link to the past and the future. "Spider teaches you to maintain a balance between past and future, physical and spiritual, male and female. Spider teaches you that everything you now do is weaving what you will encounter in the future."

These beautiful large garden spiders kill harmful insects. Most of their movement occurs in the dark. So we can take a hint from spider and "weave our creative threads in the dark and then when the sun hits them, they will glisten in intricate beauty."

Angelic blessings to you.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Angels Hover Around You

"Around you angels hover lovingly, to keep away all darkened thoughts of sin, and keep the light where it has entered in. Your footprints lighten up the world, for where you walk forgiveness gladly goes with you." A Course in Miracles

What a wonderful comforting thought that no one is really alone. No matter how distracted we become in this 24/7 world, every second, our angels surround us. If we still our minds and open up to receive their radiance, we can experience peace and unconditional love or whatever virtue is missing in that moment. A Course in Miracles teaches that the spirit accepts but the ego analyzes. So whenever I am stuck in the mental realm judging, my ego is at the helm, righteously demanding things turn out my way rather than accepting what is. I've learned that when I give thanks for "what isn't", the dynamics change. There's something to learn from whatever this circumstance brings. It is here for me to grow through. My prayer is, "Let me see this (issue...) differently, Holy Spirit." By opening the door to change, I am freeing myself to really get a look at the situation from a higher perspective. It's so hard to remember that anger really is a call for love. With love in us, we have no need except to extend it.

Angelic blessings to you,


Monday, September 14, 2009

Fully Rely on God (F.R.O.G)

When we came home last evening, the new sunflowers were suffering from the heat. There was an urgency to revive their wilted yellow petals. I grabbed the old green watering can and emptied out yesterday's rain. Tossed in a few spoonfuls of Miracle Bloom crystals and began to fill it. The large opening at the top was covered by the head of the shower wand. Soon frothy blue suds were nearing the top. When I started to pick up the can, something didn't feel quite right.

That's when I noticed a pair of eyes peeking out of the spout.

A little frog was trapped inside seeking refuge from the rising waters. Not wanting to drown him in blue liquid, I called to Elliot who advised, "Just pour him out." I wasn't so sure he could even fit through the spout. But some action was needed. Doing nothing wasn't an option. As soon as I tipped the can, the water flowed, somehow the little frog took a leap to freedom. It happened so quick I didn't see how he did it. I watched him stop by the garden plaque, Live One Day At a Time, and then hurry on his way.

Years ago someone told me F.R.O.G is an acronymn for Fully Rely On God. Sometimes we get outselves into a fix and end up somewhere that isn't in our best interest. God will send help to put us back in the flow and on solid ground.

Sorry I didn't get a picture of the little frog. But you can imagine those little eyes peering out this narrow spout. I think he was too afraid to take a leap of faith. Whatever you may be facing today, know that you are not alone. God has sent His angels to watch over you and guide you. Stay in the moment and watch for miracles.

Angelic blessings to you.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Hare at Stonehenge

Last week while going through my old journals, I came across a dream I had about the story of The Hare and the Cross. It was a well-known tale in my dream, but when I woke up I couldn't remember any of it.

This morning shortly after dawn I watched from my bedroom as the birds and squirrels fed off the sunflower seeds in the meditation garden. Suddenly they all scattered at once. I wondered what scared them off. A larger animal appeared from behind the green wood shed. Hidden by the bushes, I couldn't make out what it was at first. To my delight, it was a brown rabbit. Hungry, she sniffed at the large clay dish filled with bird seed. I didn't know rabbits ate seeds? She was either awful hungry or else just plain curious about all the breakfast fuss with the other animals.

The rabbit didn't feed long. I watched her with a sense of fascination. A rabbit on the path in the meditation garden seemed like a significant sign. I stood still at the bedroom slider, not wanting to scare her as she hopped toward me. Coming close to the bedroom steps, she stopped to eat some green grass. Just like a real Easter bunny. Afterwards, I watched her white cotton tail hop over the hostas and pink impatiens and into the woods.

Before long, she came back again, facing me. Her large brown eyes reflected the morning sunshine. In that moment, there seemed to be a fine thread that connected us. My heart was full of love for her and her journey that involved trust. She was out in the open. No longer under the protection of the apple tree. She seemed to be encouraging me that all is well. To drop worry, fearful thoughts and be free, enjoying the moment to moments that make Life. I thanked her for her message and she disappeared into the woods.

Her visit reminded me of another special morning in September '98 at Stonehenge. A brown hare appeared in the circle grazing by the stone megaliths. Maybe you can see her in this picture. In his book, Animal Speak, Ted Andrews writes that "rabbit (hare) is symbolic of fertility and new life... In Egyptian hieroglyphics it was associated with the concept of being."

I love it when Nature speaks. If anyone knows the story of The Hare and the Cross, I would love to hear it.

May your day be filled with angelic blessings.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Guardian Angel in a Storm

Betty Malz in her book Angels Watching Over Me, shared her experience with this painting entitled Guardian Angel that hung in her grandparents’ home. The message Betty got at an early age was that the large angel was assigned to protect the children, especially since they were picking flowers for someone else, maybe a sick grandmother.

One night during a terrible storm, Betty snuggled close to her grandmother and hid her face so she couldn’t see the lightning and hear the loud thunder. Mom Burns reached for her flashlight, shone the beam on the guardian angel picture, and quoted Psalm 91:11: “For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.” Somehow the painting helped young Betty understand what the Bible verse meant. The children were in danger but they were being “kept in all their ways.”

Twenty-two years, Betty and her six-year-old daughter, Brenda, were home alone, praying for safety as a tornado destroyed dozens of houses around them. Betty pointed to her Grandma's guardian angel picture which now hung in her living room, and she spoke aloud the verse from Psalm 91. Within seconds, their house was hit by the force of the tornado. Winds lifted the roof with a tremendous crack. Betty and her young daughter huddled close in the corner. When they could finally uncover their faces and look around, they saw that only one wall was left standing, while the two of them and Smokey, their small dog, were safe without a scratch. Two miles away from where their house had stood, Betty found some family photos, a light fixture, and the water-soaked guardian angel picture. A treasured reminder of God’s protection through his angels.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Decree for Guardian Angel Assistance

A friend passed along this decree. I've found it helpful
when faced with a problem.

Decree for Assistance from Guardian/Ministering Angels

"Beloved, mighty victorious I AM Presence,
Archangels of the Seven Rays
and their Divine Complements.
Bless my Guardian & Ministering Angels,
(Names of Angels)

For their faithful and untiring service to me.
With their ever presence
I will be free.
May they continue with their loving guidance,
Until my victory.
I now ask MY ANGELS to guide me in

(this situation)

and help to resolve it by DIVINE ORDER.
Under God's law of Grace,

Wishing you a day filled with angelic blessings.


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Today is 999!

"What could you not accept, if you but knew that everything that happens, all events, past, present and to come, are gently planned by One Whose only purpose is your good?" --A Course in Miracles

In Doreen Virtue's book, Healing with the Angels, she shares the meaning of the numerical sequence 999 as, "Completion. This is the end of a big phase in your personal or global life. Also it is a message to lightworkers involved in Earth healing and means, "Get to work because Mother Earth needs you right now."

All endings birth new beginnings. Let today be the rebirth of your holy Christ Self. Let your Light shine brightly making Earth a better place because you are here.

Monday, September 7, 2009

The Past is Over

I took this photo on an Alaskan cruise. I called to Archangel Michael to make the path clear and straight. Watching the ship's wake, stirring the waterway as it cruised the coastline was like watching the past behind me. It had no power over me anymore. All that was left was a blessing because it brought me to where I am today. Often there is a temptation to dig up the old and review it, rather than to look forward with enthusiasm to where it is I am going. Archangel Michael is the Archangel who is Lord of the Way. Christ is the Way, but Archangel Michael intercedes for every soul who steps out on a spiritual path. He is the warrior whose light triumphs over the darkness. Call on Archangel Michael to quell any fears you may have. He will set you free with his blue lightning sword of God's will and power.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Becoming Co-Workers with the Angelic Host

I found this lesson in the Bridge to Freedom published by AMTF helpful and wanted to share it with you.

"In the early ages, as recorded in the Bible, angels walked and talked with men at all times, and in the days that are to come, this will again be so.

As individuals choose to become co-workers with the angelic host, they will have a tremendous opportunity in drawing those heavenly beings close to them, in the one manner that evokes the presence of an angel, THE RADIATION OF LOVE.

When such an individual is found, vast numbers of the angelic host are always bathing in the aura of such a one’s being.

You have seen a moth rush towards a flame, and so do the angelic host rush towards a harmonious outpouring of energy, whether through me, or through nature, itself.

If you would ask the angels to enter your world, they would bring much of the buoyancy and cosmic contentment that your personality requires. They act on the inner bodies exactly as water does on a thirsty plant.

They are a tremendous healing agent, and a very great peace-giving power to turbulent spirits.

You may have as many of these celestial beings as your feelings will allow to enter into your personal association.

If you invite them, you will feel their presence, and after you have once felt their presence, you will live in a manner that will keep them by your side.


You can test this Law by sending forth, as often as you can during the day, strong vibrations of love and you will feel the currents of the angels return on them, just as if you moved your hands across a harp and struck a note of harmony.

(The Bridge to Freedom, Volume 1, AMTF)

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Faith Grows in a Garden

Several years ago I read a book, Feng Shui for Dummies. The author, David Daniel Kennedy, stated that our yard reflects the state of our mind. Could that be true? I wondered, looking out at the tall thick weeds bordering the fence on our rental property. The landlord mowed regularly, but it was no frills maintenance.

The book inspired me to get going. I set aside my fear of poison ivy. With a box of heavy duty Glad bags, I ripped through the weeds in a long afternoon. Once the area was cleared, I invited the angel of the garden to help me. I set an intention to honor the earth and co-create with nature. Much to my surprise, the universe got busy to help. Doors opened.

First, my friend Franny, directed me to a house that was soon to be demolished. All the irises were waiting to be rescued. Rocks were plentiful from a rock garden and bricks to make borders. A landscaper's dream come true.

Elliot and I collected all the bounty and I began to learn to co-create with the angel of the garden. My neighbor gave me extras from her yard. I learned that every flower, tree, and bush has its angel. In a matter of weeks, our garden was beginning to coalesce into a work of art that had nothing to do with my talents. I just found my hands going here and doing this, adding that. Before long, it was amazing, as the meditation garden looked like it had been around a long, long, time.

Working in the garden was healing as I stayed focused in the now, enjoying the time spent outside. I woke up each day excited as to what may unfold. One morning in meditation, I asked the Lord, "What would You have me learn today?" I wrote down the following:

"I speak in the language of flowers, My smile on Earth. There are so many beautiful varieties to express My Love. All born from a tiny seed yet holding the matrix for much beauty. With a little tender loving care, all things grow. Watch what you water. Are they seeds of hope and faith? Or aggressive weeds that soon spoil the beauty of your garden? For what you water will grow and bear fruit. Try to think on the bright side and stay in the moment like a flower standing still waiting on Me to provide the ingredients to blossom. A little sunshine. A cloud burst of rain. A soft breeze to tickle your tendrils. I will gradually unfold your petals, one by one, at the right moment for all to behold thy beauty in Me. Stay watchful of Me and not of the seeming problems. They will dissipate like clouds breaking up on a warm summer's day. Rainbows will appear where there were none. Put all your faith in Me and keep tending the garden of your mind. Think only loving thoughts and soon Love will blossom like never before and you will see that all is good."

By honoring the nature angels and appreciating where I was living at the time, the energy shifted. Little did I know it set a stepping stone for a future move to a farm.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Saint Francis

Saint Francis opened my eyes to seeing God in all life. He truly felt that everything that existed from angels to insects to rocks was part of his dear family. He taught God's love through the creatures around him. All were his brothers and sisters. They seemed to recognize this and flocked to him.

We had a lesson in seeing love one Saturday morning while living on Atlantic Avenue. Ants had set up camp in our kitchen. Not wanting to kill them, Elliot put an envelope on the countertop and dripped a dab of honey, hoping to draw the ants onto it. Then he planned to escort them outside later. We went about our chores, letting them be.

An hour later, I went to the kitchen for something. To my surprise the ants had gathered on the envelope, forming a heart as they sipped around the honey! I ran to get Elliot. Sure enough, when we returned, they were still in heart formation. "Love is the answer," he smiled.

My friend Debra was in town. She was coming over later. Elliot wanted her to see the ants, but I wasn't so sure. I kept the door to the kitchen closed. During her visit, she asked, "May I see your kitchen?" (I forgot to mention that Debra is psychic.)

My ego blurted out, "No!" embarrassed by the ant problem. But rather than have her think I was a messy housekeeper, I let her into the kitchen. The ants were still there. Side by side, sharing the nectar of life in a heart shape. The three of us watched in amazement and I realized that I don't know the real meaning of anything. But when I can remember to look at all things with love and gentleness, that's what I'll see.

In his book Animal-Speak, Ted Andrews writes, "Ant is industriousness, order and discipline. Ant teaches us that regardless of circumstances, if the effort is true, the rewards will follow in the most beneficial time and manner. Ant is the promise of success through effort."

I almost forgot to mention, ants also symbolize patience. I was hoping by now I had enough. We thanked the ants for their wonderful message. God truly speaks to us through all life and the message is always love.