Messages & Channelings

We stand beside you in the arenas of life. We are above in the loops of light as you are down in the valley of earth life. We watch your hopes leap from the cliffs seeking to fly and many times land short of the desired outcome. You hold a seed of hope and light that can never dim. 

Time shortens, life quickens, your pulse quickens. You need to get back in the saddle again. As humans you are blinded by your expectations.

Visualize the light as solidified, peace as solidified,  love as solidified! See the weaving that the weavers of light create. See it as the very fabric of all that was once holy and has been forgotten.

As a solar influx makes its way to Earth and the weather opens its longing arms for the company of solar light in all of its forms, a protective shield is formed around earth.

2018 is the year of knowing, a pure undiluted unprovable invisible knowing.  No more human excuses no more little girl antics, no more turning the other cheek to life and her demands; this is a ‘full frontal year’.

Quan Yin is such a beautiful expression of the Divine Mother.  She is known as the Great goddess and Mother of Compassion and Mercy, and is loved and revered throughout the world no matter religious beliefs.

The very vibration of fear is a living pulsing breathing entity that consumes one’s life force and light. Like the child's game of telephone whispering ear-to-ear, the truth in the message gets construed into something completely unrecognizable.

Each and everyday you are given pebbles of worry.  Whether real or illusionary they land in your body as solid granules of confusion and pain.  They sit heavy and you feel less buoyant and denser.  Everyday you go forth and you collect more of these pebbles of worry and

Mother Earth for too long has allowed her children to direct her, to cajole her into thinking that all was okay. She will empower herself with what needs to be done, what needs to be healed. She will do this gently and with love.

Children of Illumination, let your spirits soar upon the wind that whispers through your hearts. Let your spirits soar upon the song of a bird, the twinkle of a star, the babble of a creek. Let your spirits ride upon the tail of a rainbow. I Am White Buffalo Calf Woman.

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