Infinite Possibilities. Infinite Perfection. (A Channeled Message by Arch Angel Jophiel)

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Infinite Possibilities.   Infinite Perfection.

(channeled January 12, 2015)

 

Dear Ones,

Again, it is my distinct pleasure and honor to be with you all this evening, to feel your hearts, to be in the presence of such power, such beauty, and such spirit.  It is a playground, if you will, to me, to see the joy, the peace and the love and the light that exists within you all.

For you are BRAVE, Dear Ones. You are courageous.  You are one of the few in an infinite amount of souls on the other side who said yes, I volunteer to be human.  I volunteer to come down to a place, a plane, this Earth,  where things are dense and I will fit into this vehicle called a physical self and I will forget about home.  I will allow a veil to be placed over my eyes and over my heart.  And I will learn the duality of good and evil.  I will learn the duality of love and hate.

But I will still choose LOVE.

And through choosing LOVE I will recognize my own light.  As I vibrate at that frequency of light that veil will begin to thin.  I will remember home.  I will remember the soul and the strength that I am.  I will remember my truth no matter who tries to dim my light.  No matter who tries to tell me otherwise.

There are many trials and tribulations going on in your world now, going on all around you.   And it is time, Dear Ones, for you to truly see your light and embrace it. So much fear is present in your world right now.  There are those who are evil who are pushing the boundaries and limits of fear for this is what feeds them.  This is what makes them feel powerful.  And they will try to distract you.  They will try to displace your focus and your concern.

Let me tell you Dear Ones, evil does not care what color you are, what religion you are, what your gender, your faith or your sexual preference is.  Evil affects all if we allow it.

Dear Ones, where these is light there can be no darkness.

Do not feed into the fear of those who want power and control.  See them for what they are. Band together as the Lightworkers that you are and create waves of light within this Earth plane and indeed within the universe.  This battle has been going on for eons of time especially since the creation of planet Earth itself.  Time and time again Lightworkers have won and continue to win.  Light Warriors stand up tall against the darkness.  I say these things to heed you, to give you warning.  It is not to place fear within you, but to let you know your strength, and your power and your greatness.  It is time to OWN that greatness, Dear Ones.  It is time to take the leap of faith.  Time to stand within that joy.  To stand within the love that you were created in. To know that you are worthy.  This is your birthright, Dear Ones; to live in a world of harmony and peace and joy; to be safe; to not feel threatened as you walk down a street or worry about where you may travel to.

 You, yourselves, with your minds, and with your hearts can create a world of harmony.  For as you shine your light brightly, as you believe in your light, as you embrace your truth and your soul, you illuminate the path for other souls themselves.

Imagine if you will, someone close to you being in a state of fear, and you illuminating your light so brightly that they remember their own.  It is like a wildfire sparking and continuing on. You are fanning a flame so that others may remember their own truth and their own light.

These children that are upon this planet right now, they are old souls.  Some call them crystalline, some call them indigo, some call them rainbow.  These are Light Warriors, Dear Ones.  Light Warriors who have been around since time began.  They have been illuminating their light.  They have been shining brightly so that others recognize and connect to their own spiritual truths, their own core essence of the soul they are.  These children are here for reasons.  Deep seeded reasons.  If you think of the story of Lemurian crystals and how the people of Lemuria planted these seed crystals all over your planet to be found again, so records and  memories and that history can be rediscovered – I tell you these children carry this same philosophy, have that same essence, that same meaning and reason for being here.

They are activators.  For when you connect with these children, they cause you to remember WHO you are.  They activate the vibration of home within you.  You see their strength.  You see their wisdom.  And you want more of that.  You want to see that within yourself.  They mirror that vibration back to you, so you not only remember the childlike innocence, and playfulness and joy that is truly inside of you, but you remember the light of Home and you recognize it inside of yourself.

Treat these children well, Dear Ones.  For those that are labeled autistic and ADHD are some of the most dimensionally connected humans upon your planet.

It is so important to bond together and release the judgment that you have, not only for others but most definitely about yourselves.  There is a standard in which you criticize yourselves.  When you belittle yourself, or when you compare your successes, or your failures, or your appearance, or your health, or your finances to someone else you are pulling your energy down.  That is not a way to raise your vibration.

If you think of yourself as the God-Self that you are, would God criticize you?  Would Mother/Father God come and tell you that your body is anything less than perfection?  You ARE perfection, Dear Ones, absolutely.  You have a beauty that exceeds any words that I could ever come up with.  That beauty is not just within your physicality, it is within your light, your heart, compassion, your understanding, the way that you treat your fellow man.  THAT is LOVE.  THAT is NOT belittling.  That beauty is not pulling away from your self-esteem or your self-worth.

I would urge each of you to allow yourselves to feel whatever feelings you are encountering at this time.  If that is sadness, allow yourself to cry.  Release it.  Let it go.  If you are grieving, if you are angry, if you are happy, if you are joyful – allow that emotion to express within your physical self.  So much illness is present because those emotions are stuffed into a container somewhere within your physical self.  This manifests as DIS-ease and imbalance within your body.  Wherever these is dis-ease and imbalance your energetic patterning and energetic field cannot flow, cannot flow correctly.  Think of a river that runs very clear, and very fast and circulates. When you cast doubt upon yourself, when you allow this dis-ease or imbalance to manifest within the physical, you create a dam within this river.  Blocks are created within your physical and energetic system that may create a backache, a headache, an earache or even things like cancer, seizures and other diseases within your body – they all have an emotional connection, an energetic connection and a spiritual connection.

It is important to realize when you get an ache or a pain within your body to connect with your heart, Dear Ones.  Ask your heart, why is this happening?  What emotion is this tied to?  Think about where you were when you first started feeling the discomfort.  What was the incident right before the pain came on?  Obviously, sometimes accidents happen and cannot always be avoided.  But the majority of the time, the dis-ease and imbalance within your body has an emotional and energetic connection.

I urge you to work at keeping your systems clear and grounded.  The more that you can do this, the more light you hold within yourself and the more light you anchor here upon this planet.

Together we can shine so brightly.  So brightly.

It was always the intention, as souls first came to this planet, to create Heaven, Home, here on Earth.  There have been times when we have achieved that vibration on this planet.  It is possible once again.  It is possible within your lifetime.  Anything is possible, Dear Ones, if you set your mind, your heart and your soul to achieve it.

A Mother’s Love Never Ends

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An Unforgettable Mother’s Day Experience

Each year, when Mother’s Day comes around, I am reminded of this experience I had several years ago.  I wrote this article for a magazine and share it with you now in honor of all the Moms out there who care so deeply for their children.

 

A Mother’s Love Never Ends

My Mother’s Day experience a few years ago was one of those “ah-hah” moments that God so wonderfully puts in our path to teach us life lessons of love and wisdom.  Every year when Mother’s Day comes around, I am reminded of this event that so deeply impacted my life.

My husband was scheduled for an 11 hr shift at work putting him out of the house from 10am until 9pm.  This did not leave much time for us to celebrate Mother’s Day as a family, meaning more specifically him keeping our three kids in line while I was able to relax.  I was disappointed, but completely understood and was concentrating on the fact that my wonderful husband took an entire week off work the previous week so that I could attend a seminar.  I continued throughout the day to try to push that “being a girl” side of me away – you know the one – that overly sensitive, emotional side – well, that did not work!  Trying to push that away only attracted those feelings to me more (Oh – don’t we all LOVE the LAW OF ATTRACTION!).  It was like trying to keep the bar of Dove Chocolate away from the PMS victim – it was NOT going to happen.  So I spent a good deal of my day being angry, feeling sorry for myself and listening to the kids fight, which I am sure was more than triggered by me being depressed.  I was not in one of those “love and light” type of moods, if you get my meaning.

My husband called to see if we would meet him for an early dinner at an Italian place near his work. We went and the restaurant was closed!  Mother’s Day dinner was taco shop for me, but at least I did not have to cook!  On the way home from dinner, we passed by the site of a horrific car accident that happened a few miles away from our home a week earlier.  The area where the accident had happened had been turned into a memorial with candles, balloons, and flowers.  As I passed, I saw him again just as I had seen him in the few days previous to this one.  There stood a little boy, looking lost and confused, just staring at the memorial.  I knew he was lost.  It did not register to him the extent of what happened and his soul had gone into shock, not able to cross over with the others.  Being a medium, I see spirits and feel them, but do not always go out of my way to help them cross.  At times, this is their lesson to remain earth bound, so it just depends on the energy.  Some have unfinished business, others are stuck.  As this is a planet of free will, I do not take it upon myself to help any spirit I might see cross over.  This boy, however, tugged at my heart.  As I passed by, I promised myself I would come back that evening, after things had calmed down with my kids and see if I could help him.

I returned later that night to still find him there, standing near the balloons and flowers.  I pulled off the road and onto the dirt lot where the memorial was placed.  One single candle was still burning.  It was surreal.  I had found his name through some research, as well as the name of his mother who had passed in the car crash.  He stood there listlessly staring at the street where the drunk driver had hit his family’s car.  Flashes of the accident went through my mind – the moments before impact when the children were laughing, when the mother and her sister were discussing their plans.  I saw the force of the collision and the SUV spin out of control, flip and burst into flames.  I heard the screams of everyone inside the car.  I knew as I saw these visions, that this poor child was seeing the same scene, played over and over.

Tears came to my eyes as I called in my guides and the Arch Angels Michael, Gabriel and Jophiel to assist me.  I asked Gabriel to make a vortex of light so that the boy could see it and pass through onto the other side.  As I spoke to the boy, he was unsure of what was happening as he moved toward me and walked in my direction.  I explained that his mother was waiting for him in heaven and that all was fine.  He saw the light and stepped towards it but was still hesitant.  I began to speak the words “I love you” in his language as his Mother reached out her hand to accept him into this tunnel of pure and divine love.  They embraced and looked over at me one last time as if to say thank you and then the tunnel closed.  I knew he had crossed and that his soul was at peace.  It was a beautiful and loving experience for me.  So many lessons I learned that Mother’s Day.

I have learned that the most loving gift and lesson I can ever have is to help another.  I have learned that when I get so wrapped up in my own “stuff” the best way to get out of it if to assist someone else.  The most precious thing I think any of us here on this planet can do is to serve others through love and compassion.  That can be through a smile, a touch, loving energy, watering a plant, patting a pet on the head or simply speaking the words, “I Love You”.  Know that we ALL make a difference here. We all have the ability to express ourselves through love and light.

This has taught me to be so grateful for what I do have in my life, and not concentrate on what is “missing”.  Please, give your children an extra hug today and know how blessed we all are for having them in our lives.

~*~

On a side note, a year or so later, I was at a dear friend’s home, who happens to be a healer.  I had a session with her in which she took several photos during the healing.  As we sat at her table while she uploaded the images, my eyes fixated on a photo laying in front of me.  I recognized the person in the image immediately.  The person in the photo was the boy’s mother.  She was in the photo, hovering above a man laying down on the healing bed.  It looked as if she was comforting him.  When I asked my friend about the picture she explained that this man’s family had been killed in a drunk driver car accident.  He had come to see her before he left the country to hopefully release the guilt and grief he’d been feeling.  I know with all my heart that I was meant to see this picture.  It was one more confirmation and a feeling of gratitude ran through me.

God gives us no coincidences.  It is up to us to see things as they are and revel in the miracles that surround us.

Happy Mother’s Day to all.

Love & Laughter,

Danielle

Spring Cleaning: Mind, Body and Spirit

 

Spring Cleaning: Mind, Body and Soul

 

 

The Season of Spring is here!  So often that entails clearing and cleaning those routine things, or even perhaps those issues we’ve been avoiding.

My personal cleaning and clearing began with me taking a hard look and evaluating my physical self.  For much of my life I have ignored the signs and messages my body has given me and chose to push forward, masking these needs and instead traveling to an etheric playground where things like pain and suffering do not exist.

As I took inventory of the false beliefs I’d come to instill within my core self, I began to put the puzzle pieces together.  So much of my ideals and underlying struggle still remained in lessons I was taught as a child.

My mother was, and still very much remains, what I like to lovingly call a pill whore.  Yes, I know that sounds cold and callous, but I deal with this with my sarcasm.  It’s a tool I use quite frequently.  When I would have a headache, I was given a pill to cure it.  When I had to have my first gynecological exam at the age of 12, I was given a valium to deal with it.  When I had menstrual cramps at 13, codeine became my best friend.

I was taught that whenever you received a prescription medication, make sure to refill it, even if you didn’t really need it, because chances are you’d be sick again in the near future, or someone in the family would be, and we would need that medicine.  I began doling out Mom’s meds to her by the time I was six, which was a constant combination of uppers, downers, pain killers and so forth.  Drugs were plain and simple, a way of life.  This is how you dealt with things.

Fast forward to present day and I find myself plagued with symptoms of low energy level, headaches, heart palpitations, hair loss, inflammation, low metabolism, and achiness over my entire body.  Regular medication is not working.  I intuitively know my thyroid is out of balance, even though I am on a natural medication to assist this problem.  My MD feels I fall within the “normal range” of things, and that my medication does not need to be increased.

Clarification – I’ve never been normal.  Let’s just make that clear.

So, for once, I decided to LISTEN to my body.  I allowed myself to feel all the different things that didn’t feel right.  I didn’t take a pill or an Advil to get me through it.  I just sat with the feelings, searching for emotional sensations and reactions.

Through this process, I knew I needed to do something, and something drastic to try and shock my system back into balance.  I looked at my poor diet and knew it needed to start there.  So I began to go cold turkey – no more gluten, dairy, sugar or caffeine.  The first few days were a complete blur, as I moved through the detox symptoms.  It wasn’t easy and sure was not pretty.

But after a week, I began to notice something.  My joints weren’t hurting.  My face wasn’t puffy, the swelling in my legs and feet had vanished and quite interestingly enough, I did not have the recurrent headaches.  I began exercising daily, moving my body and increasing my water intake.

I also rediscovered the wonderful gift of daily meditation.  Each morning, I would take quiet time for me and go into a healing trance, calling in my Spiritual Support Team and asking for their assistance in clearing away that which I needed to let go of.  I would concentrate on bringing in a higher vibration to repair damage caused within the body and then I would fill the void with light.

Then began another part of the clearing.

I opened up my medicine cabinet one morning and saw the truth staring back at me.  Here were bottles and bottles of unused prescription drugs I was no longer taking.  I opened drawers and found more and more bottles – my “just in case” stash that I’d accumulated from various aches and pains.  Some had never even been used or opened, because I refused to take them.  I began the process of removing all the drugs from my stash, and realized I was building a large mound of prescription bottles.  By the time I’d cleaned out my drawers, I had 32 prescriptions.  These were an accumulation over the last four years, from when my health had various ups and downs.

I was shocked when I saw the pile of bottles.  They had been hidden inside my drawers and medicine cabinet, hardly ever seeing the light of day, just like so many of the aches and pains I had stored in my body.

I correctly disposed of the meds, and thought about this clearing process.  By trashing these pills I’d been hanging onto because of a pattern I’d acquired since childhood, I let go of all that stagnant energy.   I realized that when I listen to my body when it is trying to tell me something, I  can usually figure out what it is I need to do.  Most times it’s an easy fix, some deep breathing, a glass of water, stretching, a walk or maybe I need to express something I’ve been holding back.  I am finally really grasping the lesson of self-coping and being present.

I understand that prescription medications have their place in this world, and they have saved countless lives.  But I also believe they are harshly overused and severely abused within our society.  There is never a magic button to push or a magic pill to swallow that makes everything better.

Finally, at the ripe old age of 44, I am learning to be comfortable in my own skin.  I am listening to my body now as much as I do to my spirit.  For me, that is a huge change and one that I am deeply embracing on every level.

It’s a beautiful gift when we can appreciate the wonder and blessings that exist right inside us. They’ve always been there.  Sometimes we just ignore them or perhaps were never shown how to find them in the first place.

It’s never too late to start exploring….go ahead.  Have fun with it!

I am looking forward to continuing on in the blessed energy of springtime, holding onto the vibrations of rebirth and resurrection.

 

Angel Blessings to you,

Danielle

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Does Time Really Heal All Wounds ?

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Does Time Really Heal All Wounds ?

This coming Sunday will mark the one year anniversary of the passing of my father, Dale Wolfe, Sr.  As the approach of this day has loomed seemingly over my head since the start of this month, it has brought much reflection to my life.  Once the calendar flipped over to the month of June, I set a conscious intention to make July as busy as possible so that I would be distracted and would not have time to feel the sadness that still knocks me to my knees at times.  There is a hole in my heart that no one else can fill.  And even though I know Dad’s spirit is around me, and seen quite often by my son, it is not the same.  That human being that I am is still a very sense oriented person.  I want to hold Dad’s hand again.  I want to feel his strong arms around me.  I want to see those hazel eyes twinkle and hear that amazing laugh.  I want and I want, but it doesn’t seem to change things.

In the higher perspective, I have the conscious awareness that it was Dad’s “time” to go.  He was ready to let go of his physical form and no longer be in pain.  Cancer is a terrible illness and involves so much on an energetic level I couldn’t even explain it in words.  If I could perhaps set off a nuclear bomb that’s radiation infects everything within it’s path for miles and miles of existence, it might begin to scratch the surface of what this horrid disease does to a person.  I am forever grateful that my dear Father no longer feels this pain or struggle within himself.

It’s been a long year without him.  Milestones and tragedies have occurred in the family.  We lost my father in law, George, six months after Dad passed, to cancer as well.  Dad’s spirit was there at the hospital as I assisted George in his transition, guiding me and supporting me every step of the way.  When I had to be strong for my husband and our family, Dad was there lending his hand and his strength to me once more.  So often I am drawn to pick up the phone and call him to share something that’s happened with my kids or ask for one of his pearls of wisdom, and then I realize that I can’t do that anymore.  But now he knows without me even saying the words.  I find myself singing the songs we liked to sing or watching the westerns we would watch together.  Recently when I went to the theater to see a new western, I could feel Dad right there next to me, talking to me about how much the Lone Ranger had changed since he used to see it.

There is much that saddens me, but in so many ways I am forever thankful for the new connection that Dad and I share.  I truly feel he is the one person in the whole wide world that ever really understood me and never judged me.  To say this man loved me unconditionally would be an understatement.  He didn’t always understand what I did, or agree with my belief systems, but he accepted me.

I hadn’t realized until just recently how much guilt I was holding onto in regards to how Dad passed.  Me, being so enlightened and all (right!) just assumed I aligned with that higher understanding of each soul choosing their exit point and transitioning when it was there chosen time.  Someone should have explained that to my unconscious and conscious mind, because in the depths of those realms laid a heavy weight of false belief thinking I could have done something different to prevent his passing and the accident that ultimately caused his death.  That little girl inside me that he’d protected and safeguarded my whole life was questioning how on earth I could not do the same for my beloved father.  Why had I failed him?  How could I fail him?

Just writing those words takes the air out of my lungs.

My father was the first to step forward upon this realization and ask to assist in helping me clear that energy.  He reassured me that it was nothing I did or did not do.  He wasn’t living a life he wanted to live anymore and he was through with hospitals, chemo treatments and being poked and prodded.  He couldn’t be the man he wanted to be and so he chose to move into a different vibration that allowed him the freedom to watch over his family.  This was his solution, he said, this was his soul-ution.  As he spoke to me a clarity came over my mind and my body.  I felt a peace I hadn’t felt in some time move through me.

So where is the gift in all this?  Of course it is that my father is no longer in pain and as the eternal soul that he is, he is still present in my life.  But is there more that I am to learn from this?  Was there something else?  I posed these questions to my Dad this morning as I enjoyed the few moments of quiet time I had.  When I looked back at the last few years in my life and the losses I’ve experienced on a personal level – two very close friends and the two fathers in my life – as well as the many transitions I’ve assisted with, I felt like there was more I was supposed to understand.

So many people turn to you to bring through messages from their loved ones who have passed because they are in such a deep state of grief, my father said.  What if you could teach them to move through that grief by connecting with their loved ones from the other side?  The healing can go hand in hand, just as it has worked for you.  Think of the times I’ve asked you to give me your pain so that I could assist you.  Think of the energy, prayer and emotional techniques you’ve used over the last year and what has helped you.  What if you could teach others this very same thing?  Moving through the emotions, connecting to their loved ones and having Angelic assistance to boot!  Sounds like a great plan to me!

Yep, Dad.  It sounds like a great plan to me too.  Looks like there is another gift here to be found.  I think I’ve got a lot of writing to do and a big project in the works now.  Good thing I’ve got help with this one!

Does times heal all wounds?  I think the void that is created when we lose a loved one through death is a deep wound.  But as with all wounds, the healing begins when we find the right remedy.  Perhaps the best soul-ution for that is filling the void with the love we feel for those that have passed and making the conscious choice to connect with them.

I love you, Daddy.  Thanks for helping me to keep moving forward, one foot in front of the other.

Confirmations…And so it is!

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Confirmations…And So It Is!

Ever since I was a little girl and began to tap into my intuitive abilities, I wanted assurance that was I was feeling and sensing was “real”.  There has always been a need inside to provide some sort of evidence as to what I was feeling within my body and sensing inside my heart and mind.  As I got older, that same desire of proof was there, but had faded as I began to expand my intuition and trust in the insight that came through.

When information comes to me it hits me like a wave.  If you think of what its like to stand on a beach with the ocean water covering your ankles as you watch the tide come towards you, that’s similar to the energetics I receive when I pick up messages and insight.  I get a feeling of a vibration coming towards my field and then it hits me like a wave washing over me.  As more understanding comes through, the waves become higher and more intense.  I never know how long the process will take or when the direction of the awareness will change.  It literally for me is all about going with the flow.  I guess you could call it soul surfing.

My need for confirmation has changed, yet there are times when messages from Spirit come through that I will later turn to my guides and question them, “Really?”  Many of the things that come through in an intuitive or healing session do not make sense to me but have personal connection for the clients I am working with.  I find there is always a higher purpose in all situations no matter if I “get it” or I don’t “get it”.

I recently met with a beautiful young woman and her mother.  The teenage girl was quite gifted with her healing touch abilities as well as her amazing connection to the rock and crystal kingdom.  She had been bullied in school and labeled with various issues throughout her short life.  To recognize her inherent gifts would be a huge impact on her self-esteem and this is what I encouraged her to explore.  Her mother and she went to a local rock shop here in town to pick up some things so the teenage girl could start experimenting.  As soon as they arrived, the mother was put off by the energy in an area of the store and was feeling quite anxious.  She wanted to leave, but found her daughter happily exploring in another room of the shop so she decided to stay.  The young woman found a few stones that called to her and together they went to the register to pay for their purchase.  As they were checking out, the mother mentioned to the man helping them that her daughter was a natural healer and was learning more about her connection to rocks.  He asked the young girl, “Did you see the rubies behind you?”  She did not hear him, but the mother did.  “Did you say rubies?” she asked.  He nodded yes, and showed them the display.  This was a clear message from Spirit.

In her session, the girl had asked about her half-sister who had passed.  She wanted to know if she was okay now and if she had any messages for her.  The sister was doing wonderful and told my client to be on the look out for a special sign she would be sending her soon – A ruby.  My client’s sister’s name was Ruby and she wanted very much to give her validation and assistance with what she was going through in this time of her life.

What a beautiful blessing and gift.  When the mother told me of this, the tears began to flow as I once again felt the love between these two sisters.  It was also a nice confirmation to me that what I was seeing was real.

Earlier this week, I had the amazing opportunity to work with a client doing distance energy work.  I’ve worked with her several times and most recently she’d been feeling out-of-place, like she didn’t belong.  She’d gotten the intuitive nudge that she might possibly be a starseed or a starperson – a soul that has derived from another star system within the solar system.  So many of her feelings coincided with what many in this situation express.

I started with a basic chakra clearing and asked for her guides to be present.  This time, one guide I’d never seen stepped forward.  He was unlike any other light being I’ve met before.  He began to show me a technique of bringing golden light into her energy field and forming geometric shapes over and through her field.  He said that she originated from Orion and this was an ancient healing technique used there.  As her field and vibration increased, I began to see the most beautiful shapes form in front of her chakra system.  They were colorful and well-defined.  Starting at the root chakra, one pattern formed in front of it and then shot inside of the chakra itself with a surge of energy.  The guide called these formations, “The Flower of Life” and said that they would assist my client and bring her further understanding.  Her energy field was a whirl of activity, light and beauty at the end of the session.

Uhhhhhh……starpeople?  Orion? Flower of Life?  That’s a bit much for even me to swallow and I’m neck deep into the “woo-woo” stuff.  But It felt so right.  Being in the flow of the session I did not question it for a moment.  Later, when my ego mind and logic came into play, I began to doubt.

As I sat in my office pondering what had happened, I felt a familiar presence in the room.  It was Arch Angel Michael.  “Still looking for confirmations, huh?  You know there was a time when you just clapped your hands and said ‘AND SO IT IS’ and that was all there was to it.  So, Ms. Doubting Thomas, why don’t you look up The Flower of Life and see what it is?”

(and by the way, there is a part of me that finds it incredibly funny that I have no issue at all talking to Angels and carrying on conversations with them, but to think that other light beings really exist in other star system seems like a stretch for me)

What I found online amazed me.  It took my breath away.  I know of sacred geometry and astronomy, but I am not versed in those studies.  I had no knowledge of the impact of Orion to the ancients people of this planet, nor did I know that The Flower of Life was a symbol used in sacred geometry or that the two are tied together.  To discover that was a HUGE ah-hah moment for me.

Allow me to introduce, The Flower of Life…

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I share this with you, not to put myself up on a pedestal, for that is not my intent.  My intent is to show you that sometimes trust and faith are vastly underrated.  We can spend so much of our time searching for validation that we miss the gifts and blessings directly in front of us.  The only confirmation that you really need is that your intuitive guidance feels RIGHT for YOU.

And let me just finish that off with a loud clapping of my hands as I affirm, “AND SO IT IS!”

Blessing the Land and Honoring Those Who Went Before Us ~

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Blessing the Land and Honoring Those Who Went Before Us

I never quite know what kinds of requests I’m going to receive, and when I got this one it was a shocker for me (yes, I still get shocked over things…hahaha).  A client had been contacting me for clearings since she started working at a particular location and was still feeling “off”.  Her energy as well as the energy of other employees were low and drained as well as sales were not what they should be.  She then asked me to tap into the location where she worked to see if I picked up anything.

Energy is energy.  Just like a satellite signal can travel through your television station, I can trace and sense the energy of a location from a distance without being there.  We all have this ability, as do all animals.  When I tapped into the vibration I got the distinct feeling of a whirlwind of energy and FEAR OF DEATH coming through very loud and clear.  My client asked if this was affecting her health and her job, which it definitely was, as well as that of the other employees.  I caught the vibe that the place needed to be cleared and blessed, along with some shamanic work and that there were 4 or 7 souls that needed to be crossed over.

As I explained my findings, the client asked me, “Can you clear it?”  This area is a local Las Vegas housing community being built that is still under construction.  “How big of an area is it, ” I asked.  “Fifteen acres, ” she said.

Fifteen acres…..that’s a lot of land.  My ego mind began to fill with doubt and all the reasons why I shouldn’t, but my Spirit relaxed.  I told the client I would think about it and let her know.

I worked with the energies of the land from a distance, and the story began to unfold.  There was a small group of Native American Indians that utilized this land.  It was a place they would set up camp in the change of seasons as they migrated back and forth.  One day a group of soldiers came to make them move.  They wanted them to relocate.  They proclaimed that this was not the land of the Indians, though their ancestors had been using it for centuries.  Seven strong warriors from this tribe did their best to protect their land and their families.  They perished in a short-lived battle against the white soldiers and their armory of weapons.  The braves took out four of the soldiers during the fight.

The souls of the warriors and the soldiers were still tied to this land.  The Indians were incredibly angry over what transpired and vowed to never allow anyone to take their land from them.  This land was sacred.  It was a part of their heritage.  It was a part of them.  The soldiers were earthbound due to the trauma that had happened and in essence, their energy was being drained and used by the warriors to fuel their anger.  Imagine being trapped in a room, outnumbered by your greatest enemy.  Now imagine that same feeling, multiply it by a thousand and extend the time for all eternity.  Not such a pleasant predicament.

A few days ago, I drove out to the site with my 8-year-old son, Adam, who is also a sensitive and medium.  I hadn’t told him anything about what I’d felt.  I just told him I needed to make a stop at a place I was clearing on our way home from running errands.  As soon as we pulled onto the property my stomach began to churn.  I felt nauseous.  My head began to spin.  I pulled over and parked the car.  Adam told me that the spirits were not happy to have us there and that his stomach was hurting really bad.  I thought I was going to vomit, so we got out of the car for a few minutes before leaving.  I’ve never had that strong of a reaction to any clearing work I’ve ever done, or any area I’ve been to, and I’ve been to some really dark places before.  I knew that this was not going to be an easy process.

With the Shamanic work I do, many earthbounds, especially the ones causing trouble, do not like me at all.  They will try to scare me, hurt me and cause me pain.  They sense that I am there to aid in their crossing and they are not too happy about it.  I made sure that Adam and I left quickly and we began to clear our energy and release the vibration that we’d walked into.  No wonder the client was feeling out of sorts!  There is no way I could concentrate with all that going on.

I sat in meditation with my guides about this location.  I was shown a way to connect to the souls of the soldiers during the full moon.  I used this opportunity to help them cross over.  This weakened the anger of the warriors and it also lessened their resolve.  They had been fully confident that the soldiers would remain with them as a form of punishment for what had happened.

I needed to be on site to finish the clearing and it had to be a time when the construction crews were not working.  The moving and shifting of the land caused great torture to the warriors.  There was no way I could reason with them while construction and building was going on.

Spirit showed me that today was to be the day.  I sat in deep trance before I left to the site.  The warriors wanted me to feel their pain, their sadness and their agony over being torn away from their families and all they loved in this world.  There was no honor in what had happened to them and to their people.  I allowed their emotions to pour through me as tears ran down my face.  I spoke to them of understanding betrayal and disrespect.  I projected my soul’s energy to them to prove to them that along my soul’s journey I have encountered similar experiences.  To stay in one place with such negative emotion was to hold constant to a lower vibration.  It was to be away from those that loved them and held them dear.  It was to be alone, not amongst great Spirit and their people.  Still, they held doubt.  I had them thinking, but not quite believing.

Each shift in consciousness begins with a baby step.  I was happy to know that I at least got them thinking.

I did not see these warriors as bad people or evil spirits.  I saw them as being in pain.  All anger is a result of pain, and they had lots to feel angry about.  My intention was yes, to clear the land for the client, but most of all my deepest purpose was to bring these brave men peace and rejoin them with their family.

I asked Great Spirit to allow me to be a vehicle to bring forth wisdom and healing.  Guidance brought through that I was to dress in the manner of my own ancestors out of respect for the warriors and their people.  With my hair braided and turquoise adorning my neck and ears, I began to make an offering to honor those who had made their life on this land.  Tobacco, sweet grass, sage, turquoise stones and other rocks filled the medicine bag and soon I was out the door and on my way.

I arrived on site and was guided to build a medicine wheel near the back of the property that is closest to BLM land.  My guides told me it was important that the clearing and blessing be complete by noon, so I wasted no time getting started.  I began to build a medicine wheel out of rocks, and as I did so, the warriors gathered around me.  They were quite curious as to what I was doing but asked no questions. They did not try to hurt me.   Sweet grass was used to call in the ancestors, the grandmothers and grandfathers who walked the land before us and tribute was paid to the four directions and elements.  I entered the wheel and began sacred prayer of blessing and clearing.  I called to the warriors and told them I meant them no harm.  I was there to help them heal and release their pain.  This place was to be used by others now, as a community for others to share and experience love and prosperity with their own families.  As I spoke the words and opened my heart a crowd gathered inside the wheel.  Loved ones, power animals and the souls of other warriors stood with me.  We are all one, I told the warriors.  We are all connected.  Your blood is our blood.  Your pain is our pain.  Our light is your light.  Allow us to truly pay honor to you and this land by helping you to cross over to those you love so dearly. Let go of the anger and allow this land to thrive once more.

The beauty and emotion experienced in those moments that the warriors entered the wheel and were led home will forever be imprinted upon my heart and my soul.  It was a sacred, holy instance and I am grateful and honored to bare witness to such a miracle.  Their homecoming and celebration continues, I’m sure.  Many gathered to lead them home.

I got back into my car, looked at the clock to see it was 12:00pm on the dot!  All in divine time.  A feeling of peace washed over me and my heart seemed to feel a bit larger knowing that these brave warriors were finally free.  The Universe is much lighter and brighter tonight as these brave souls released their trauma and entered once again into the loving vibration of Great Spirit.

Why Isn’t it Easy to be Your own Cheerleader?

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Why Isn’t it Easy to be Your own Cheerleader?

We’ve ALL been there…self criticism, lack of trust, poor self-image, beating ourselves up inside…the patterns can seemingly be endless and unwavering.  Yet, if we happen to see someone else we know doing the same thing, we rush over and deny all of their supposed short comings and remind them how wonderful they are.  Haven’t you experienced this?  Your friend or family member starts on their list of why they are stupid, ugly, unlucky, too poor, too fat, unlovable and you see anything BUT all those horrible things they proclaim.

So why is it then, that we appear to have blinders on when it comes to seeing our own truth and indeed our own greatness?  What is it about our human mind, ego or spirit that causes us to look for the negative within self first instead of seeing the goodness?

I’ve pondered this question over and over, throughout many meditations, therapy sessions, seminars and sleepless nights.  The subject has appeared to have power over me, and yet instinctively I know, that if I believe in any falsehoods about myself it is still my choice – no one is controlling me or my thoughts to belittle myself.  That’s all me.

So why do it?  What purpose does it serve?  It definitely is NOT a motivator.  If I were to stare into a mirror and constantly repeat, “I’m so ugly,” over and over and over again, it certainly doesn’t make me feel any better about myself and I wouldn’t be rushing out to make any changes to my appearance.

What if self-doubt is all part of this game, this experience of being a spirit within a human form?  What if the big lesson is that we have the chance, and in fact the divine assignment, to realize we ARE more than enough?  That we are, in fact, God/Goddess within a physical form?

Hmmmmm…..let that sink in a moment.

Why let our society set the standard of what is beautiful?  Successful?  Religious?  Abundant?  If you feel the push or the urge to better yourself because YOU want to, that is a wonderful thing to be commended.  But if you are spending your time and effort to become something because you think that is what is expected, I would urge you to find a dear friend and confide in them your thoughts.  Ask for their honest opinion.  I bet you will find it differs from your own.

This path to ascension that everyone talks about has many steps and many pathways, yet the goal is the same: to move upwards to a higher vibration and understanding.  I believe that a major part of that is realizing and accepting that spark of God within us.  And not just accepting it, but letting it shine for the rest of the world to see!

The next time you hear that negative self talk in your head telling you that you can’t or that you are undeserving, STOP.  Be your own cheerleader.  Think of your best friend telling you the same scenario and then think of how you would respond.  Would you be critical? Would you point out all their downfalls?  Or would you be compassionate?  Supportive?  Understanding?

Just as we are here to understand that there is more to life than just a physical form, there is also more to life that our limiting views we place upon ourselves.  There is so much to be experienced as we recognize the God/Goddess energy within us all.  It isn’t about looking like a person on the cover of a magazine or having the most money in the bank.  It’s about owning our light and our perfection just the way we are.

Think about it….would you ever see Buddha in a gym working on losing weight or bulking up those muscles?  OR how bout Jesus trying to increase his bank account?  Mother Teresa getting some work done?

I’m guessing, no, you would not.  Unless of course, that’s what they really wanted for themselves.

Cheer on, cheerleaders.  You are MORE THAN worthy of all life’s opportunities and blessings.

Great Expectations…

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Great Expectations

Where are our expectations?  How much time do we use expecting something to happen?  Someone to react in a certain way?  A situation to turn around to our liking?

The very definition of expectation is: the act or state of looking forward or anticipating.

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So is expectation then a positive or a negative force?  That is for each individual to decide on their own.  I, however, got a big dose of discernment on this subject within the last few days.  What I realized about my expectations was that they were not serving my higher purpose.  Allow me to explain.

My daughter, Alexis, turned 17 years old yesterday.  We are in that stage of our mother/daughter relationship where she is fighting to assert her independence and I am struggling to maintain healthy boundaries for her.  Welcome to the life of parenting a teenager!  Yes, I was one of them….once, and a very long, long time ago.

We wanted to do something special for Alexis and enlisted one of her good friends to plan a surprise party for her.  Lots of planning, sneaking and shopping went into getting all the details just right for the big surprise.  We all waited in anticipation for Alexis to walk through the door of the clubhouse so we could rush out and welcome her into her special celebration.  She was surprised, no doubt, and went around the room hugging each of her friends and thanking them for being there.  I waited for my turn, so happy that we’d pulled off the big secret, which was my idea after all.

Alexis came over to where I was and I waited for the biggest mommy/daughter hug ever.  Instead, what I got was, “Are you staying?”

I was crushed!  I had put so much time and effort into all this.  How selfish she was!  Couldn’t she understand?  I was hurt in the very place in my heart that had motivated me to create such an experience for her.  I foolishly mumbled something to her about what a way to say thank you and drifted back into the sidelines inside the kitchen, which is where I planned to stay for the majority of the evening anyway.

I began to let these feelings stew inside me, not realizing they were triggering so much more than just a simple remark.  All those doubts, non-acceptance, and unworthiness began to bubble up to the surface.  So much emotion came forward.  When I reached a quiet time, within the following days, I asked for assistance from my guides.

“What did you honestly expect?  Did you expect a 17-year-old girl to put your feelings first?  You know she appreciated it.  For her to show you accolades in front of her friends is not her personality style.  You know this.  Why allow your feelings to be hurt over something that is not out of the norm?

What was your motivation in creating this evening for her?  Was it with the intention that you would be awarded a prize?  Did you want acknowledgement from her and her circle of friends as to what a wonderful mother you are?  If this is the case, then it is indeed time you look closely at your actions, Dear One.  I feel that you did this to make your daughter happy, plain and simple.  It was to alleviate some of the sadness that has come up recently and the party was to make her feel special and surround her with friends.  Was that not your motivation?  And did you not succeed?  Could you see she was having a wonderful time?”

Those words sunk in deep.  Wow….why was I reacting so strongly to this?

“You react in this fashion, my dear, because you expect from others all those things you want to feel for yourself.  When instead, you can really only place expectations on yourself and no one else.  To anticipate how another person will react is in reality trying to control the outcome of a situation.  Can you see this?  And indeed, in many instances expectation can be a form of self sabotage.  For if the person or situation does not meet your expectation, then you can justify all those false beliefs and fears that hide away in the recesses of your ego mind.  This is why all those other feelings you’ve been experiencing have come to the surface.”

This all made so much sense to me.  It was as if a light bulb suddenly clicked on.

“You cannot set an intention for someone else.  You can only control yourself and your own circumstance.  This is not to say that you should allow anyone to treat you with disrespect, for that is something entirely different – that is setting a boundary of what you will and will not accept.  Your expectations should only be directed at yourself and how you intend to act, feel and react.  Look at your motivations and base them solely on your own behaviors and intentions.  Your intention in this instance was to make a wonderful evening for your darling daughter.  And this came to fruition, did it not?  If you base your actions in expectation of how someone else will react or treat you, then your intention is not coming from the highest and purest vibration.  Many times, it is easy to fall into the trap and pattern of always wanting something in return.  But to merely accept your actions and intentions as positive and release the reaction  and expectation of others is to truly be in a place of peace and balance.  You do not require anyone’s approval but your own.

See this only as the lesson that it is.  Feel not failure or judgment about it.  You’ve learned and you’ve grown.  This is was all experiences bring to your life.  It is all good.”

With those words I was left with an incredible feeling of lightness within my heart.  It felt literally like a weight had been taken from my body.  The heaviness of confusion and self-criticism left my being.  I was in a state of peace.

I’ve learned to let go of the expectation of what and how I think other people in my life should react to my own actions.  This is a freedom I have not felt before, except perhaps when I was a very small child.  It is a place of adaptation and acceptance.  It is a freedom to be in the flow of life moment to moment.

Great expectations I only place upon myself and in doing so I receive the greatest gift of all.

Don’t Worry…..Be Happy !

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Don’t Worry…..Be Happy !!

How much of our time and our lives is spent worrying?  If you had to guess, what would your estimate be?  25% ?  50% ?  90% ?  I would imagine that each person has their own worry scale, but what amount, if any, would you say is healthy?  Or is worrying a healthy habit to have?

The very act of worrying itself is not just time and energy spent.  It has an emotional and physical impact on your body.  Worry to the extreme can put us into the “fight or flight” response – racing our heart rate, making our breathing shallow, constricting our muscles and pushing blood flow to our vital organs.  On an emotional level it can take you into a depression and attract lower vibrations and feelings.

Quoting Wikepedia: Worry is thoughts, images and emotions of a negative nature in which mental attempts are made[vague] to avoid anticipated potential threats.  

Let’s note the words, “negative nature” and “anticipated potential threats.” In the definition above, that would mean that to worry is to expect a negative outcome.

The words, “thoughts, images and emotions” construct everything that our imaginations are based on; our vision, our feelings and the way that we think.

What if, instead of focusing on the negative outcome we fear will come to pass, we instead concentrate on a positive conclusion?  It takes just as much energy to think a negative thought as it does a positive one, but the impact on our lives is vastly different.

When our brains focus on positive energy, our thoughts travel out through the Universe and so begins the law of attraction – like attracts like.  Our brains also start to create “happy chemicals” in our bodies that make us feel euphoric and light.  This allows the lymph system to relax, our muscles to soften and our breathing to become deeper.  The conscious mind, while still intact and activated, merges on a deeper level with the areas of the brain that are fully aware that anything is possible (the sub-conscious and super-conscious parts of the mind).

I am reminded of an incident last week.  I awoke and was in bed, thinking about my day and what I had planned for later in the week.  My thoughts when to a person that I have a rocky relationship with.  I began thinking of the possibility of seeing her later in the week, which in turn led me to remember all the upheavals we’ve had through the course of our connection.  I rekindled all those feelings of betrayal, hurt and fear.  I was all caught up in the worry of how I would act and what I would do IF I saw her later in the week, when I heard a loud noise in my room.  It startled me and broke the pattern of my thoughts.  I heard the voice of one of my guides.  “Enough already!”

As I began to tune in to the energy of my guide, I sat up in bed.  I noticed that my head was hurting, my stomach was in knots and I just felt like crap.  Definitely not the way I wanted to start my morning!  I knew that this what not how I felt when I first woke up.

“Can’t you see how you’re affecting your body with your thoughts?  Your body was never designed to be under constant stress.  Can you feel what you’ve created?  How you’ve blocked the flow of your system’s natural rhythms?  What a state to put yourself in!  You are setting yourself up for a very low morning, Dear One.”

Wow.  I don’t know what felt worse…the headache or being disciplined by an Angel.  I think the latter.  And what she said hit me so hard.  The ailments I felt in my body were not caused by a virus or depletion.  They were caused by me.  I created them.  I quickly tuned in to see what would help in alleviating the physical symptoms.  After saying a prayer of gratitude for my body, drinking some water and doing some yoga I felt 100% better.

I should also add that the woman I was so worried about seeing later in the week never showed up at that meeting.  All that worry and stress over something that never even happened.  Isn’t that the way most of our worries pan out?  We worry over something that never even comes to pass.

I am still grateful, nonetheless, for I’ve learned a valuable lesson.  Don’t worry….be happy!  That’s my new mantra.

Farewell, George. You Will Never Be Forgotten ~*~

George Garcia

How do you sum up a life of 66 years in a word?  A sentence? A paragraph?  It’s impossible.  Life is a series of experiences.  It’s a multitude of lessons combined with laughter, tears and lots of epiphanies, if you’re lucky.

One week ago today, I sat in a hospital room and witnessed my father in law make his journey home.  He’d been diagnosed with cancer about a year and a half ago, had undergone surgeries and treatments, and had devoted all his time and energy to fighting a good fight.  He loved his family more than anything in this whole world.

 I sit back and ponder the  events that all lead up to that moment in time.  Six months prior to that day, I lost my own father to cancer.  Ironic, isn’t it?  The two men in my life I’d seen as “Dad”  left this world not that very far apart from one another.  In the last few months, I’ve relied on my father’s spirit to guide me when it came to assisting George.  I could hear my father’s voice, ever so supportive and with that uncanny ability he has always had of being honest yet loving, “His body is giving out.  It is no longer able to support what he wants to do here.  He’s deciding what to do.  It’s his choice.”  The two situations so very similar to each other, as my own father’s body was not able to sustain what he wanted his own life to be.  Those words coming from someone who’d experienced the likeness of what was happening with George really hit me hard.

 How do you prepare your family for something like this when you’re feeling it energetically?  You can’t.  It’s not your place.  There is never a definite decision made until a soul makes it.  It is so similar to the birth of a baby.  A mother can get all the indications she is ready to deliver, but that baby is the one calling the shots! They will not arrive into this world until they are good and ready, just as a soul will not depart until it is their time.  All you can do, is to gently offer your love.  You give your comfort.  You offer insight when asked.  You allow the process.  But it’s never an easy thing to witness and experience.

I’ve assisted many souls transition, but with George it was quite different.  Not a huge shocker there, as George himself was one of a kind.  Most of the work we did together was done from a distance.  It was an understood agreement.  I supported him on his process and what he wanted to accept and receive.  I worked with him constantly on seeing his true worth and that the illness was not some type of punishment that sought him out because of his short comings or failures.  There were times when I would connect with him and he would not want to receive anything.  I respected that.

To all who knew and loved George, he was very opinionated, to put it mildly.  Things were “my way or the highway” on many aspects of his life. He was passionate about his family, his integrity and his ability to make things work.  He always strove for  a better way to do things, make things better.   He loved working with his hands, always creating a new project.  As I held his hands in the hospital I realized how similar they were to my husbands hands.  Funny how I never realized that in 27 years of knowing him.

And even while he was leaving, it was all “his way.”  And with his way, came lots of gifts in the process.

Many people were in and out of George’s room, paying their respects.  I watched the night before as a younger male spirit was hanging out near his bed.  I could see him so vividly and he had this huge grin on his face, knowing George would be joining him soon.  This spirit came to me in our hotel room that evening, appearing again, making sure I could see every last detail of his features.  He wouldn’t give me his name, but would instead laugh, saying that he and George went way back.  Day’s later as I saw Alfred’s face in a photograph with George, from their younger days,  I was thrown for a loop.  I’ve never experienced details so vivid and such a confirmation as the photo I saw.  Other family and friends on the other side of the veil had been gathering close to his side for quite a while.  His sisters, his friends and coworkers were all awaiting to celebrate him home.

There were so many God-winks during this time.  The ICU doctor that day, had the last name of Garcia.  She was loving, compassionate and kind as was his nurse, who shared the same name as my daughter, Ashley.  After being told he wasn’t able to talk and communicate, George woke up for an instant and looked around the room asking, “What is everyone doing here?”  He said it in the same determined voice he’s always had, and with that bewildered look we’d all grown so used to.  When his son, Cameron, hugged him for the last time, George let out a huge sigh.  When his wife, Kathy, would talk to him, you could see his face change in response to her voice.  As I was holding his hand, he kept raising it up to his head.  I would try to put it back by his side, but he wanted no part of that.  There was resistance in him when I would do this, so I let go and let his hand do what it wanted.  It went up to the side of his head and began scratching.  After being hooked up to tubes and restraints, I’m sure he had quite an itch!  It was so funny to watch him lean his head over to me as I started scratching his head.  That little smile that crossed over his lips was priceless!

George has always been very private.  It was no great surprise that he did not want to pass with a room full of people around him.  He waited until the crowd cleared out, and all that was left was his wife, Kathy, his sister, Maria, myself and Tim.

Kathy and Maria went downstairs for a break, and while standing outside, a woman came up to them.  She appeared to come out of no where.  They were both shocked and surprised as she told them, “he’s going to be fine.”  Maria explained that they were losing someone, and the woman persisted, telling them that she was sent by God with a message that he was going to be fine.  God was going to welcome George home and that he would be an angel that would watch over his wife and sister soon.  The woman gave them peace and comfort.

Shortly after they came back upstairs, we were all gathered around George’s bed, remembering the past and swapping stories.  We were laughing with one another when his breathing began to shift and change. The monitors began to go off, and we realized that what we’d been anticipating was going to happen.  I kept my hand on his heart and held his hand.  In the minutes that followed, it seemed as if time stood still.  Even with the staggered breaths he took, there was still an immense feeling of peace within him.  I could feel so much love in that room, so many angels, so many loved ones had gathered to help him release and go home.  Such a feeling of loss came over me, yet still the sweetness of seeing the light of the tunnel back home and so many gathered in his honor was a blessing all in itself.

The moment he took his last breath, the song, Winning, began to play.  George was a huge Santana fan and had talked about seeing Carlos Santana in concert when he was cancer free and strong enough to make the drive to Las Vegas.  Sadly, he never got that chance, as he was too weak to travel.  My husband, Tim, had been playing Santana music all day long for his Dad.  I’ll never forget the surreal feeling of watching George’s soul let go, and hearing the chorus to that song, “I’m winning, I’m winning, I’m winning and I don’t intend on losing again.”  So appropriate.  So George.

As I move through these days of grief, I remind myself of those God-winks and of all the gifts George has given me, his son, and our children.  I choose not to think of his days in pain, because that was not who George really was.  Yes, it was a part of his experience, but he never, ever let that define him.  What I will hold close to my heart are all the loving memories I have of him.

I will remember the times we would talk and he would let down those walls he kept up for most everyone else.  I will remember him looking at me in my wedding dress the first time.  I will remember the hug he gave Tim when we told him we were going to have a baby, his first grandchild.    I will remember him calling to check on me when my father died, leaving me messages when I know he knew I didn’t feel like talking.

Most of all I will remember how important family was to him.  He loved us all very much.  He leaves behind a legacy of laughter, opinions, love and pride to all in our family.

Now begins a new phase for George.  And as I write this I just keep hearing someone saying, “Just put the damn wings on, George.  You’ll still look hip, slick and cool.”

Go figure…even in Heaven, he’s gotta do it his way.

I can honestly say I’d expect nothing less.   You keep them on their toes, George.  What do they think this is, a hotel?

I love you.