Silent Voices of the Soul

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 9)

2009-12-05T16:56:00.000-08:00

It was always calm and peaceful while my guides were channeling to me. Their words felt right to my heart. Their healing energies comforted my soul. The more I listened to them, the more I learned. And I was so grateful to be their student. I looked forward to learning my lessons. Then again, nothing physical was required of me when I sat in that chair; other than writing, I didn’t have to do anything.

All of that changed the moment I put my notebook away, however. It was one thing to learn about awareness through the act of channeling. It was something entirely different to see what Spirit’s words looked like in real life. And I didn’t even have to leave home before the lessons in my notebook transformed into multiple, tangible, physical realities.

Tests happened no matter where I was or what I was doing. And Spirit was creative; they assumed many different forms: a disquieting conversation, an unexpected letter in the mailbox, a flood in the basement… Looking back I realize that there weren’t any pop quizzes, although at the time it didn’t feel that way. It seemed as though unannounced tests were coming from every corner of the universe. But now I know that wasn’t the case. Spirit always let me know when a test was coming. There would be an announcement; the universe would always send me a sign or a symbol. An answer would find me so I would be equipped to answer the question.

When I was in a receptive state of mind, when my heart was open to knowing the truth, I recognized Spirit’s voice. But when I allowed anxiety, frustration or doubt to play tricks on me, it was a different story. I forgot that everything other than love was an illusion. I experienced a temporary identity crisis; I forgot that I wasn’t alone.

Every channeling session was an opportunity to expand my mind. Every physical test that found me, every challenge in disguise, was an opportunity for me to stretch my soul. And whether I passed the test or not, Spirit always sent love to me. My teachers always reminded me to love myself while I was learning.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 8)

2009-08-24T09:01:00.000-07:00

My answer was right in front of me; it had nothing to do with Thomas. But I wasn’t ready to see it , so I was unable to know the truth. It would take another two years before I was quiet enough to allow my answer to surface from my soul. Until then, I went in circles; I focused on the problem. And the more I focused on it, the worse it became.

Probably the most interesting aspect of this project was the way it unfolded. Spirit had a plan. But I was too close to the big picture to see it. I was concentrating on the details, listening, learning, writing and revising the things I had written. Did I mention how this book was produced? I did it the old fashioned way–journal style- with a legal pad in my lap and a pen in my hand. On average I went through twenty legal pads per chapter. I didn’t realize it until after the fact, but one day I remembered something. This was the studying method I had used in high school. I would write things over and over again in order to memorize them. Where did all of this writing happen? Every once in a while I had to deviate from my routine, but mostly I took dictation in the living room. Spirit spoke to me, while I sat in an old brown recliner that squeaked when I put the foot rest up.

When the spiritual information stopped coming, I knew the test wasn’t far away. Writing the lesson down was one thing. Applying it to my life was another. It looked easy on paper, but abstract metaphysical concepts weren’t always easy to recognize in the physical world.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 7)

2009-08-23T08:24:00.000-07:00

Another story stands out in my mind. It happened a long time ago, while I was working on the energy chapter. I was in the kitchen. My then two-year-old son, Thomas, was in the living room. He was watching TV, while I was making lunch for him. Somehow, when I wasn’t looking, he had managed to unlock the front door and run away. Fortunately, I heard the door close behind him. But by the time I had reached the end of the driveway, he had run to the corner.

It was a cold, rainy spring day. I was chasing my son barefoot because I didn’t have time to put my shoes on. Thomas was screaming. Neighbors were staring. And I was sure that the woman who I had seen talking on a cell phone, was now reporting me to the police. Somehow I caught up with Thomas and carried him home in the pouring rain. He was kicking and screaming the entire time.

When I reached our driveway, I remembered that I had an appointment. So I grabbed a pair of shoes and put Thomas, who was crying hysterically at this point, in his car seat. After I fastened his seat belt, I sat down in the front seat and closed my eyes to calm my nerves. Then I made myself breathe, and while I was breathing, I prayed for guidance and patience.

This kind of thing had happened before. In fact, it was happening every day. I was sleep deprived, depressed, stressed out and at my wit’s end. I didn’t have any coping skills left. I wasn’t handling this situation very well. I needed to figure out what to do.

As I was backing out of the driveway, I turned on the radio. I had tuned in to the perfect song at the perfect time. The music calmed me down. The words warmed my heart–”There will be an answer, let it be.”

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Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 6)

2009-08-17T10:34:00.000-07:00

There were nine lessons to learn in the name of truth, and I learned them one by one, a little at a time. Spirit found a way to teach me whatever I needed to know, no matter where I was or what I was doing. I learned about intuition while I was baking my first lemon meringue pie. I learned about signs and symbols, while I was repairing a twenty-year-old sweater. I learned about spiritual transformation while I was painting my living room. And I really did have revelations while I was cleaning out the refrigerator.

The spiritual messages I received were profound. What amazed me was how clear they were–how whatever was happening around me was directly related to whatever was happening within my soul. I came to realize that everything in my life held meaning. I learned that there are no random events, that everything happens at a specific time for a particular reason. This is one of the most important things I have ever learned; it led me to my life’s work.

The chapters wrote themselves. Definitions of spiritual concepts came first and, for the most part, fast. Sometimes they were channeled in rhyme. Sometimes they assumed the form of a passage from a text book. But they always flowed, and as they flowed I felt the energy they held. My soul felt the vibrations behind the letters and words, sentences and paragraphs. Even if they didn’t make sense to my mind at first, they made sense to my heart. Something inside me knew that what I was writing was the truth.

Spirit had a plan, although I was oblivious to the details. There was no outline to this book, nothing tangible to guide me. I worked on one chapter at a time, without knowing what the next chapter would be. Each chapter was like a mini-guidebook; it had its own production timetable. The time it took to write it was directly dependent upon how long it took for me to learn whatever spiritual principle Spirit was teaching me. Some chapters were written in a very short time and needed very little revising. Others took years to write; I had to learn the same lesson repeatedly, in every area of my life, until I was able to put it into words. Regardless of how long it took to write each piece, I always knew it when was time to start a new chapter. A test would always come and if I passed it, I knew I could move on to the next subject. Then Spirit would find a clever way to make that subject known.

What lessons did I learn exactly? There were so many, too many to name. I can give you the short list, though. I learned every lesson I wrote about: intuition, the components of spiritual awareness, how to interpret signs and symbols and dreams, how to transform energy, spiritual transformation, transition… There was never a dull moment while I was learning about spiritual awareness. I can honestly say that during the twelve years I was working on this project, I don’t ever remember being bored.

There were times when I wasn’t able to write about the things I was learning. I was so physically engaged in the lesson, that I wasn’t able to see it from a higher perspective at first. More than once I asked Spirit to help me see things more clearly. I remember one time in particular when I asked Spirit to show me the truth. While I was driving, I was unable to see the road signs that were in ahead of me. Everything was a blur; I wanted to know why. The next day a lens fell out of my glasses. I couldn’t wear them; I had to navigate without them. For an entire day, I could only see things that were directly in front of me. Everything else was out of focus.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 5)

2009-08-13T13:05:00.001-07:00

Trust was something I needed to learn. It didn’t come easily; there was always a process involved. But, this was an “either/or” situation. Either I trusted the truths Spirit was whispering to me, or I didn’t. Either I was channeling, or I wasn’t. There was no meeting Spirit half-way as far as this project was concerned. It was a partnership, and in order to partner with my highest self, I needed to completely trust the process.

As long as I let Spirit speak, the words flowed. Pages and pages of spiritual insights were given to me. But there were also times when channeling couldn’t happen, times when I was standing in Spirit’s way. Those were the moments when doubt, frustration, impatience…got the best of me, and if you were to look at my first journal you would be able to identify them. You would see where I had crossed out words or put question marks next to phrases that didn’t make sense at the time. You would see where the session ended, that Spirit had no choice but to stop speaking because I had stopped listening.

In those days there were more moments of doubt than there were moments of trust. My notebook was a reflection of my life.

Every channeling session was a unique experience. Spirit had a specific plan every day–a lesson that would not only show up in a notebook, but in my life as well. I would write and then Spirit would put a metaphysical spin on the words. I would say things like. “I can’t believe every store in the universe has run out of black hair color; and Spirit would say, “Maybe you need to lighten up.” I would say, I don’t understand why my client is so afraid to move forward; and Spirit would say, “Yes, you do.” “What is your biggest fear?”

It never failed; the answer was always in my question. All I needed to do was look at it from a higher place, through Spirit’s eyes. All I needed to do was be the student–ready, willing and open to learning the truth.

While I was learning how to channel, I was also learning how to go with the flow in my life. This was something I had not yet mastered, something I wanted to learn. I never thought of myself as a controlling person; I never tried to control people. But I did unknowingly control my own life. I held myself back from opportunities. I stood in my own way. I carried my childhood with me wherever I went without realizing it–years and years and years of abuse. You wouldn’t think that something that happened so long ago could still affect you. But it did. It affected me. It affected everything.

Channeling was not something I could control; it was something that just happened. And when I had become comfortable with my daily writing exercise, Spirit was finding me everywhere– even when I wasn’t holding a pen in my hand. It would happen while I was walking. It would happen while I was folding laundry. It would happen while I was making chocolate chip cookies. Spirit found me whenever I was quiet.

Some of my most profound revelations have occurred while I was doing the most ordinary, mindless things–amazing, life-changing, soul-stretching epiphanies.

I’m not exactly sure when the book started to write itself. But I know it was an extension of my journal-writing. My first notebook was filled with bits and pieces of spiritual information: definitions of spiritual concepts, eleven laws of energy (a.k.a. “The Law of Attraction”)…outlines of things that would be fleshed out over time. At one point my guides gave me an interesting collection of words and told me I would be writing a book around them. They found me in the most ordinary way; at the time I had no idea what they meant. The words? “When the Spirit Speaks”: “Silent Voices of the Soul.”

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 4)

2009-07-15T10:01:00.000-07:00

Trust was something I needed to learn. It didn’t come easily; there was always a process involved. But, this was an “either/or” situation. Either I trusted the truths Spirit was whispering to me, or I didn’t. Either I was channeling, or I wasn’t. There was no meeting Spirit half-way as far as this project was concerned. It was a partnership, and in order to partner with my highest self, I needed to completely trust the process.

As long as I let Spirit speak, the words flowed. Pages and pages of spiritual insights were given to me. But there were also times when channeling couldn’t happen, times when I was standing in Spirit’s way. Those were the moments when doubt, frustration, impatience…got the best of me, and if you were to look at my first journal you would be able to identify them. You would see where I had crossed out words or put question marks next to phrases that didn’t make sense at the time. You would see where the session ended, that Spirit had no choice but to stop speaking because I had stopped listening.

In those days there were more moments of doubt than there were moments of trust. My notebook was a reflection of my life.

Every channeling session was a unique experience. Spirit had a specific plan every day–a lesson that would not only show up in a notebook, but in my life as well. I would write and then Spirit would put a metaphysical spin on the words. I would say things like. “I can’t believe every store in the universe has run out of black hair color; and Spirit would say, “Maybe you need to lighten up.” I would say, I don’t understand why my client is so afraid to move forward; and Spirit would say, “Yes, you do.” “What is your biggest fear?”

It never failed; the answer was always in my question. All I needed to do was look at it from a higher place, through Spirit’s eyes. All I needed to do was be the student–ready, willing and open to learning the truth.

While I was learning how to channel, I was also learning how to go with the flow in my life. This was something I had not yet mastered, something I wanted to learn. I never thought of myself as a controlling person; I never tried to control people. But I did unknowingly control my own life. I held myself back from opportunities. I stood in my own way. I carried my childhood with me wherever I went without realizing it–years and years and years of abuse. You wouldn’t think that something that happened so long ago could still affect you. But it did. It affected me. It affected everything.

Channeling was not something I could control; it was something that just happened. And when I had become comfortable with my daily writing exercise, Spirit started to speak to me when I wasn’t holding a pen in my hand. It would happen while I was walking. It would happen while I was folding laundry. It would happen while I was making chocolate chip cookies. Spirit found me whenever I was quiet.

Some of my most profound revelations have occurred while I was doing the most ordinary, mindless things–amazing, life-changing, soul-stretching epiphanies.

I’m not exactly sure when the book started to write itself. But I know it was an extension of my journal-writing. My first notebook was filled with bits and pieces of spiritual information: definitions of spiritual concepts, eleven laws of energy (a.k.a. “The Law of Attraction”)…outlines of things that would be fleshed out over time. At one point my guides gave me an interesting collection of words and told me I would be writing a book around them. They found me in the most ordinary way; at the time I had no idea what they meant. The words? “When the Spirit Speaks”: “Silent Voices of the Soul.”

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Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 3)

2009-05-17T06:22:00.001-07:00

My morning routine was something I looked forward to as much as having my first cup of coffee. I always wondered what I’d be writing about. Sometimes it seemed like there would be nothing to say about my life. But I wrote anyway. Many times I wrote about how grateful I was to be having a cup of coffee in silence, to be enjoying a quiet moment alone while everyone else in the house slept. Then ideas suddenly came into my head. I looked out the window and watched the sky gradually lighten from black to gray to blue. I listened to the birds singing in the trees and watched the squirrels climb up the dogwood tree as if they were playing some kind of game. Poetry took shape in my mind as I looked out the window. Words came. I wrote them down. Then Spirit took my hand and gave me a glimpse of what I was seeing from a Higher Perspective, from a metaphorical point of view.

As a poet, I have always seen life as a metaphor. That’s just the way my mind has always worked. I have always seen things from the perspective of an objective observer, someone who is standing across the room, viewing things from a distance. At the same time, I have always felt life very deeply. I have always been deeply sensitive to the people and things around me. You name it and I can feel it; my greatest strength is my biggest weakness.

Writing put me in a meditative state of mind. It quieted the noise and allowed me to connect with the highest part of me. The more I wrote, I quieter my mind became. The quieter I made my mind, the easier it was to hear the silent voices speak.

At first I thought there was just one voice, but soon other personalities made themselves known to me–every energy had a different way of expressing itself. They had things to say. They needed someone to write them down. I was listening, and I was holding a pen in my hand. It was the perfect arrangement. They were my teachers. I was the student.

As silent as these voices were, I was able to “hear” them. They spoke from the center of my soul. They whispered amazing things to me, things I had never thought about, things that had never ever entered my mind. They told me to pay close attention to the world around me, that is was a reflection of the world within me.

I have always believed that these beings were once writers–people who had written books but were never able to bring them to the world. Maybe their lives were cut short. Maybe they never finished what they had started. Maybe they knew me at another time in a different place, and we had agreed to meet up in this lifetime to collaborate on a spiritual project. As I am writing, chills are traveling across my shoulders and up my arms; Spirit is saying that what I am telling you is true. That’s our signal.

Regardless of whatever pact we had made in a past life, I knew I needed to listen to my teachers and write down the lessons. I knew I needed to record everything that was coming into my head–every insight that was finding me. I wrote things down exactly as they were given to me. And if I tried to make a correction, if I tried to edit their words, if I questioned anything they said, the lesson abruptly came to an end. Eventually I understood that this relationship was based on trust.They trusted me to write down their messages. I needed to trust that what they were telling me was the truth.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory (part 2)

2009-05-11T12:43:00.001-07:00

Time was the operative word here. I wasn’t confident at first. I didn’t trust the messages that were somehow appearing in the notebook I was holding in my lap. My pen was moving across the paper so fast that I could barely read the writing. Words were magically appearing in front of me. Deeply meaningful phrases and sentences and paragraphs were being written, but it didn’t feel like I was writing them.

Over the years I had written poetry and a few short stories. But this wasn’t that kind of writing. I have a certain style; clearly, this one wasn’t mine.The notebook I was holding held definitions of things I had never heard of before: energy and intention, transition, transformation and truth…. It was as if I had hired a private tutor to teach me spiritual awareness.

There were some unspoken rules; I learned how to channel the hard way. I wasn’t allowed to think. I wasn’t allowed to analyze. I wasn’t allowed to ask any questions– to try to figure anything out while the channeling session was in progress. If I did, there were immediate repercussions. The information stopped flowing. The silent voice stopped speaking. And then I would have to wait until my mind was quiet enough to resume the silent conversation Spirit had started. My mind was anything but quiet then. Sometimes it took days before I was receptive again.

Channeling gradually became a part of my morning routine. I poured myself some coffee, propped a notebook in my lap, grabbed something to write with and waited for Spirit to find me. There was a warming up exercise to get me in the mood. I wrote in my journal. I wrote about my life in my own voice–whatever was happening at the time. I wrote about my hopes and fears, my desires and dreams. I wrote about getting my driver’s license at age 35 and having my second child when I was 40. I wrote about all the old friends that were leaving my life and the new ones that had taken their place. I wrote and wrote and wrote…and then Spirit wrote back to me.

I had no idea that I was writing the book Spirit had spoken of. But I was grateful to be writing again, and more than grateful to write down every word that was being whispered to me. I knew something significant was taking place, that my guides were guiding my hand and that the information I was receiving was important. As chills traveled through my body, I knew I was learning about truth…to be continued.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory

2009-05-09T08:55:00.002-07:00

Twelve years ago I was sitting at my computer in silence, staring at a blank screen. I hadn’t written anything in years, not since college. But something was telling me to write, and I knew I needed to do as I was told. I recognized the voice that was speaking to me. It was the voice I heard while I was doing my psychic work–the energy that provided me with information about other people’s lives. But this time was different. This time that voice was not only speaking to me, it was also speaking about me.

“You’re going to write a book and we are going to help you,” the silent voice said. At first, I laughed. I had no idea what they were talking about. I thought they had made a mistake. Then there was a very long pause. They said nothing. It was silent, and in the silence I realized they were not joking.

Had I asked my guides to help me write a book? I didn’t have any recollection of it if I had. On and off over the years I had been keeping journals. But lately it had been more off than on. I missed writing. I knew it was something that fed my soul. But at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a pen. I was too tired and depressed to write, too afraid of what would come out of my pen if I tried. I can say that now. At the time I didn’t know how sad I was. I was too busy feeling other peoples emotions to feel my own.

I was a psychic, then. I spent my time tuning into other people’s energies, picking up their vibrations, telling them all about their lives–what had happened to them yesterday, what was happening now, and what was going to happen tomorrow. I thought I liked what I was doing. But the truth was, I was lying to myself and didn’t even know it. Deep down I knew I needed to give people more than what I was giving them. I needed to do more for them than what I was doing. My work made me feel empty; something was missing and Spirit knew it.

The silent voice startled me. I was holding my coffee mug in my hands when it fell to the floor. That’s how startled I was. The whisper intrigued me. Yet at the same time, it scared the hell out of me. How could I write a book? What would it be about? How, exactly, were they planning to help me?

“Thanks for the offer,” I said. “I really, really appreciate it. But I don’t think I’m the person you are looking for. And there are some things you need to know about me before we continue this conversation. For instance, I am a terrible procrastinator. My follow through skills are worse, and I am really, really, really hard on myself.”

“Perfect, ” they said.

That was the conversation. After the one word reply, I heard nothing in my head. At the time I was annoyed because I had so many questions. But Spirit in its infinite wisdom knew me. My higher self understood me to my core. “Perfect” was the perfect answer.

I wasn’t kidding when I told my guides I thought they had made a mistake. At the time, I thought it was the truth. I didn’t know how to write a book. I didn’t have anything to write about. I didn’t have time. I didn’t have patience. I didn’t have energy…. My list of excuses was long and wide. It went on and on and on… Fear consumed me; Spirit couldn’t have reached me if it tried. In order for that to happen, I needed to listen to my heart. I needed some time to get out of my head.

I’m not sure how much time passed before I bought a notebook, probably a month or more. One day I was shopping and put one in my cart. A few days later I started writing again. But this time, the writing was different. The words that came out of my pen had a different rhythm and cadence. I knew were not my own. This voice was very different than my voice. Words were coming through me, but it was clear that they were not coming from me. A spiritually intelligent energy had taken over and was writing about truths I didn’t yet understand. Something inside me told me to keep writing, so I did. And as much as I wanted to know what the words meant, I knew I needed to be patient. I knew I would know in time…to be continued.

Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory

2009-05-09T08:55:00.001-07:00

May 09 2009
Silent Voices of the Soul: The Backstory

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Twelve years ago I was sitting at my computer in silence, staring at a blank screen. I hadn’t written anything in years, not since college. But something was telling me to write, and I knew I needed to do as I was told. I recognized the voice that was speaking to me. It was the voice I heard while I was doing my psychic work–the energy that provided me with information about other people’s lives. But this time was different. This was the first time that voice had ever talked to me about me.

“You’re going to write a book and we are going to help you,” the silent voice said. At first, I laughed. I had no idea what they were talking about. I thought they had made a mistake. Then there was a very long pause. They said nothing. It was silent, and in the silence I realized they were not joking.

Had I asked my guides to help me write a book? I didn’t have any recollection of it if I had. On and off over the years I had been keeping journals. But lately it had been more off than on. I missed writing. I knew it was something that fed my soul. But at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a pen. I was too tired and depressed to write, too afraid of what would come out of my pen if I tried. I can say that now. At the time I didn’t know how sad I was. I was too busy feeling other peoples emotions to feel my own.

I was a psychic, then. I spent my time tuning into other people’s energies, picking up their vibrations, telling them all about their lives–what had happened to them yesterday, what was happening now, and what was going to happen tomorrow. I thought I liked what I was doing. But the truth was, I was lying to myself and didn’t even know it. Deep down I knew I needed to give people more than what I was giving them. I needed to do more for them than what I was doing. My work made me feel empty; something was missing and Spirit knew it.

The silent voice startled me. I was holding my coffee mug in my hands when it fell to the floor. That’s how startled I was. The whisper intrigued me. Yet at the same time, it scared the hell out of me. How could I write a book? What would it be about? How, exactly, were they planning to help me?

“Thanks for the offer,” I said. “I really, really appreciate it. But I don’t think I’m the person you are looking for. And there are some things you need to know about me before we continue this conversation. For instance, I am a terrible procrastinator. My follow through skills are worse, and I am really, really, really hard on myself.”

“Perfect, ” they said.

That was the conversation. After the one word reply, I heard nothing in my head. At the time I was annoyed because I had so many questions. But Spirit in its infinite wisdom knew me. My higher self understood me to my core. “Perfect” was the perfect answer.

I wasn’t kidding when I told my guides I thought they had made a mistake. At the time, I thought it was the truth. I didn’t know how to write a book. I didn’t have anything to write about. I didn’t have time. I didn’t have patience. I didn’t have energy…. My list of excuses was long and wide. It went on and on and on… Fear consumed me; Spirit couldn’t have reached if it tried. In order for that to happen, I needed to listen to my heart. I needed some time to get out of my head.

I’m not sure how much time passed before I bought a notebook, probably a month or more. One day I was shopping and put one in my cart. A few days later I started writing again. But this time, the writing was different. The words that came out of my pen had a different rhythm and cadence. I knew were not my own. This voice was very different than my voice. Words were coming through me, but it was clear that they were not coming from me. A spiritually intelligent energy had taken over and was writing about truths I didn’t yet understand. Something inside me told me to keep writing, so I did. And as much as I wanted to know what the words meant, I knew I needed to be patient. I knew I would know in time…to be continued.

About the Silent Voices...

2009-05-03T10:44:00.000-07:00

As a spiritual healer, I feel a responsibility to share the things Spirit whispers to me– lessons I have spent my lifetime learning, life-changing things I believe to the depths of my being. Every day there is a new insight, a fresh way at looking at an old truth. And every day, I am blown away when it finds me. Every day, I am awed by the messages I receive.

I have a routine every morning. I grab a cup of coffee, a handful of paper from one of my old manuscripts, and a pen. Then, I just write. I write about my life from my heart, all the things that are happening to me and around me. I write about the dreams I had the night before. I write and write and write. And then something magical happens, the writing changes. Suddenly, spiritual messages stand out on the page. The words on paper have more than one meaning. Sometimes, they are layered with different meanings. Spirit shines a light on the truth in ways I was not aware of before, and chills race through my entire body as if I had just heard my favorite song.

This is something that happens every day, sometimes many times a day. And every time it happens it feels like I am experiencing it for the first time. It is a sacred and mindblowing event, yet at the same time it is completely effortless.

So what happens, you ask? How do I make the shift from being the writer to the one who just writes down the words that are whispered to her? It happens in between the writing, when I lift my pen from the page for a second. It happens unexpectedly. The me who is holding the pen hands it over to the all knowing energy who knows better. And suddenly the words come. They flow from my heart to my head and out of the pen I am holding. Do I hear a voice? Tough question. There is a voice, but do I actually hear it? No. The voice is silent. Somehow ideas and insights find me and I am able to turn them into words. It is as if someone is reading a book to me, like I am a secretary taking dictation.

Then, the miracle happens. The message comes. A word stands out above all the rest. A phrase gets turned in a different direction. A truth is revealed.

I want you to know that I feel very blessed to have this blog–this wonderful sharing place. Thank you so much for visiting. Thank you so much for listening! xxxooo Robin

The Intention to LOVE

2009-04-17T17:16:00.000-07:00

Intention is a powerful thing, a living breathing thing that holds energy. Whatever we send out comes back to us. Whatever energy we are holding finds us everywhere. We must make the conscious decision to be the energy of limitless possibilities. We must love ourselves, so we have enough energy to share with the world.

It is only when we love ourselves that the healing can begin. It is only when we love ourselves that we have the ability to send positive healing energy into the universe.It is through the act of loving that we transform the world.

While we love, we are sending peace, not just to our own soul, but to every soul who has asked to receive it. While we are in love, we are sending acceptance and patience and hope and Good into the universe. While we are smiling, we are loving. While we are thinking good thoughts, we are making the energy of love–we are strengthening our vibration. We are expanding it by becoming lighter and brighter–the energy of all that is.

When we are imbalanced, we need to right ourselves. We need to think thoughts that will lift us back into the light. We need to do Good things for our souls. We need to feed them Good, so we are spiritually equipped to give Good to the world. When we are imbalanced, we need to love ourselves. We need to send love to every single cell of spiritmindbody–hugs and kisses to body, mind and soul.

This is the time to STOP- to STOP being frustrated, STOP being mad, STOP being the energy that is the opposite of truth. This is the time to BREATHE–to reintroduce Spirit to all of who we are–to remind ourselves to remember that Spirit is always HERE in our every breath. Every breath we take is who we really are.

This is the time to be grateful. We must shift the focus from what we do not have to all the gifts we have always owned–the gifts that live deep within us.

Love is the light of truth. When we love, the light is not only on, but it is also shining. It is shining and it is healing the things within our souls and throughout our lives. Love is not something we can touch, until we allow it to touch us–until we allow it into our hearts and our lives and let it touch our thoughts and our actions, our desires and our dreams.

It does not cost anything to love. Love is not a luxury. It is the energy we all hold–the energy from which all good things are made. Do we always feel like loving? No. Sometimes we allow frustration and anger and resentment to get the best of us. Sometimes we stand in our own way; we block the light of the sun. But when we stand in the dark, we are not in the process of loving; we are in the process of diminishing our own creative power. When we are not in the process of loving, we are holding the dimmer switch in our hands and turning it in the wrong direction. We are darkening our world-casting a shadow on truth.

This is the time to be grateful for ourselves and each other. This is the time to see the truth in ourselves and to see the world as our reflection. This is the time to look into the mirror and say, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Breathe, Breathe, Breathe...

2009-03-11T12:06:00.000-07:00

What is fear? Fear is an illusion. It is the “reality” we create when we forget who we really are. Fear finds us when we forget to turn on the light–when we try to find our way in the dark. It is a very convincing illusion. Sometimes we forget it isn’t real. Sometimes we believe the darkness;we think we know the truth because we have rationalized and analyzed our way to the answer. But then the frustration builds and our dark thoughts multiply. Our mood shifts, adrenaline rushes though our body, and we react in that fight/ flight way. We become one with the energy of All That Isn’t.

Why do we go to that dark creepy place? Why do we choose the hazardous road when we know better? We do not do it consciously. We go there because we forget we have another choice–a better option. In that moment fear(frustration, doubt, anxiety, resentment, anger, guilt, regret…) tricks us into believing that The Path of Most Resistance is the only route that is available to us. So we continue walking while our thoughts race in the wrong direction. Then, our physical self follows. Our head starts to hurt because there are too many heavy things on our mind. Our heart begins to pound because Spirit is shouting at us to turn around and walk in the opposite direction–because we are not listening.

How can we get back to peace when we are walking in fear? How do we get out of our head and stay in our heart? There are many ways to do it, but it all comes down to one thing. We make an immediate decision to stop walking down the imaginary road negativity has created. We remember that fear is nothing. We remind ourselves that if fear is nothing, there is nothing to fear. We let go of the darkness, let in the light and allow Spirit to guide us to Truth.

Where do we begin? We stop the process of fearing and start the process of loving. We take slow, deep breaths and send peace to our mind; we set the intention to think positive thoughts. Then we take some more slow, deep breaths. We send peace to our body. We stop moving. We stay still. We continue breathing. We breathe peace into our soul. We say “I love you” to Spirit, knowing that we are being loved in return.

We keep breathing. We remind ourselves that we can’t go there, because we don’t live there anymore. We live here, now. We embrace ourselves in love; we breathe in the light of truth. We whisper to ourselves,”shhhhhhh, fear is nothing, there is nothing to fear,” while the fear disintegrates into nothing.

How do we start the healing? Where do we begin?

2009-03-07T13:17:00.000-08:00

The healing process has already begun. We are facing the truth, and in doing so the illusion is disintegrating into nothing, presenting us with the opportunity to create a new reality. Every illusion is created out of fear- the fear of being “not enough.” In the energy of “not enough”, there is never enough. When we live in a constant state of lack, we turn our backs on abundance.

Whatever energy we hold is the energy we attract. We are an energy magnet. If we live in lack, lack is what we attract. If we live in fear, we create more things to be afraid of. In order to change things for the positive, we need to view them from the position of Spirit. We need to ask ourselves some questions, knowing our soul will give us the answers as soon as we are ready to know the truth: How can I bring light into my soul? How can I bring light into my life? What do I need to do in order to heal myself?

The first thing we need to do is BREATHE. We need to remember that Spirit is HERE. We need to slow down and make ourselves quiet, so we can hear Spirit speak the truth. The next thing we need to do is BREATHE. We need to allow whatever is happening to happen. Without fear, we have to trust the process, knowing and believing that ultimately it will guide us to good. Kicking and screaming about the changes we must make, only make things worse. We have to be strong enough to bypass the details and trust the invisible plan that Spirit has created for us. We must look at the big picture- the picture we are all in the process of creating TOGETHER.

We are letting go of all the old things that no longer serve us. Personally and as a world, we are letting go of lack-we are letting go of the fear of not being enough and not having enough, in order to make room for abundance.

How do we do this? Where do we begin? We heal the fear by loving ourselves more. We heal “not enough” by making more of ourselves, so we can be more to each other.The more love we are, the more light we have. The more light we have, the more love we have to give to the world.

There is music all around us. In fear, it sounds like loud noise. But, when we get quiet, when we stop thinking and start knowing, we will be able to hear the melody. We will sing our songs together in harmony and the music will heal our souls. We need to be quiet. We need to turn off the TV and put down the newspaper. We need to stop listening to the stock reports and tune into our heart. The whisper is everywhere. Spirit is in the process of guiding us to Good.

Healing doesn’t happen over night. We have to be patient, believing it will happen in time. These are old patterns we are scrubbing away, set in stains that are challenging to remove because they were ignored for so long. But we can do it. We will do it. We are making it happen TOGETHER.

Affirmations of Truth

2009-03-06T05:33:00.000-08:00

When I look in the mirror, I love the soul that I see: who I am, who I am becoming- who I will always be.

The world is a beautiful place; I feel safe being me.

My friends are gifts; I cherish them.

I am strong, confident and capable. I know how to realize my dreams.

I always treat myself with love and compassion.

Nothing is wrong with me, because everything is right with me.

Life always gives me exactly what I need to succeed.

The world is filled with abundance. There is more than enough of everything for me.

I am more than enough; the universe (God, Spirit…) lives within me.

I love who I am. I am love.

My life is an amazing adventure. I embrace each day with gratitude.

Peace lives in my heart. All is well with my world.

As I accept the changes within and around me, I embrace the opportunity to grow my soul.

I feel good about myself. I love who I am.

When I give Good to the world, it makes me feel good.

I live in the here and now. The past has passed, and tomorrow never comes.

I am a precious gift. I take good care of myself.

I am beautiful because I am me.

When I love myself, I am a magnet for peace, happiness and well-being.

When I take care of myself, love fills my heart.

I look for the good in everyone and everything, and good things always find me.

There is no need to feel afraid; I am never alone.

I am a beautiful soul with a kind and loving heart.

I trust myself; I know how to make good decisions.

I deserve to be happy.

I love life, and life loves me.

No matter the question, love is always the answer.

I feel good when I am true to myself.

When I give love, love always finds me.

I have no imperfections: I am perfectly me.

I love myself; I trust myself.

I am kind to myself; I am a wonderful soul.

When I listen to my heart, I hear the music in my soul.

When I remember to breathe, there is nothing to fear.

I deserve to be loved, honored and respected. I love, honor and respect myself.

I deserve to be loved, because I am me.

I love and accept myself exactly as I am.

All of my answers are inside me. I find them when I trust my heart.

When I trust my heart to guide me, I make good decisions.

I trust my intuition; I listen to my heart.

We are not in crisis. We are in the process of healing.

2009-03-06T05:28:00.000-08:00

We are holding wealth beyond measure, and it is alive and well within us. We are invaluable, because we hold the universe in our hearts and our souls and our minds, and in every single cell of us. Spirit is with us and beside us, every moment of every day.

Our thoughts direct our lives. Our actions bring them into being. Our believing in them makes them real.

The old order of things has to fall down and fall away. The truth has to be revealed. We have to heal ourselves and each other. We have to be united as one-the single creative force- focused on creating every good thing we could possibly imagine.

This is not a crisis. It is a transformation. Spiritually, as a world- as a universe- we are discovering who we really are. We are learning that we have the ability to create whatever reality we desire to create.

Love is the answer. Love is always the answer. We must love ourselves. We must be the love we are and use that energy to heal and become more- the energy that is ever-changing, ever-evolving into different forms of truth, different degrees of light- different degrees of brightness.

We are light. We are all walking into truth together. We are one. We are love.

We have learned who we are not. Now, we are in the process of discovering the truth.

We are learning compassion. We are learning trust. We are learning patience. We are learning the meaning of gratitude. We are learning the meaning of oneness.

The world is coming together to heal.

In Order to be Clear, We Must Let Go of the Fear

2009-02-17T07:40:00.000-08:00

Every time we doubt ourselves, we are second-guessing the intelligence of our spirit. Every time we second-guess the intelligence of our spirit, the light within us dims and darkens.

When we let ourselves be guided by truth, truth is where we go. When we are unable to trust the energy that always knows our answers, all we are left with are questions.

Spirit doesn’t think: Spirit knows. Spirit doesn’t guess; Spirit knows. Spirit doesn’t fear; Spirit knows. Spirit doesn’t regret; Spirit knows.

When we are aligned with light, all that matters is now. Now is all we need to know. When we know that now is the only moment we need to contend with, nothing else matters. Nothing else is real. The past falls away as if it never existed; the future before us is a clean canvas, primed and ready to be painted- ready to receive the picture we have decided to paint.

Endless possibilities exist- starting right here, starting right now.

The Light of Love

2009-02-16T07:06:00.000-08:00

In order to create soul-supportive realities, within ourselves and throughout our lives, we must love them into being. In order for those realities to be, we must be the energy of love. Love is the highest, brightest light- the most powerful creative energy in the universe. Within love is every energy of truth. There is faith. There is hope. There is patience. There is kindness. There is passion, compassion, understanding acceptance and joy.

Love is the energy from which limitless possibilities flow. Love is the energy of creation. Love is the vibration of truth.

When we love ourselves we are taking care of our souls. We are feeding light to the light we are and will always be. Every time we think kindly of ourselves, every time we show ourselves compassion, patience and understanding, the light within us intensifies and expands. Our soul grows and evolves. We become more of who we really are. Spiritmindbody become lighter, as the flame within us grows brighter.

Love creates. Love heals. Love transforms.

Loving in Gratitude

2009-02-03T10:26:00.001-08:00

When we live in gratitude, we invite the universe to provide us with abundance. We acknowledge that we have more than enough, that we need nothing- that we lack nothing.

The act of being grateful is the energy of peace, joy and well-being. It signals that all is well within and around us. Life is beautiful; resources are abundant. Love is everpresent.

In gratitude, we love it all. We embrace our circumstances as opportunities to stretch and grow and evolve our soul. We recognize that every single thing in life is a gift, no matter how it appears. We realize that what we have, right here, right now is a blessing to be cherished and embraced. We recognize that being-simply BEING- is a gift, and that we must use this gift- the light within us- to affect positive change around us.

In gratitude, we love who we are. We love what we like about ourselves, and we love what we don't like even more. We make a point to send extra love into the darkness- to shine light on ourselves and each other in the name of healing.

We live and we love in gratitude.

The Sacredness of Silence

2009-01-16T10:36:00.001-08:00

What happens when we are quiet? How is it that we become acutely aware of the messages around us in the absence of noise? What is it that affords us the ability to hear the truth- to recognize Spirit’s voice?

A quiet mind is a beautiful thing. It is a reality unlike any other. It is a place where our dreams live and endless creative opportunities abound. It is the meeting place where we, the co-creator of our life, connect with Spirit to design every aspect of our existence.

How is it that nothingness can give birth to somethingness? How can we make something out of nothing? How do answers arise out of quiet?

The universe is alive within us. It is our awareness of this truth that activates the creative influences that are around us. When we acknowledge our oneness, we realize that anything our heart desires can manifest in physical reality. Anything is possible with Spirit’s light and guidance.

Quiet affords us the power to know the truth.

When a door is locked, there is always another way to get in. There is always a back door. When the answer is “no”, there is always a “yes” somewhere behind it. We may not be able to see it at first; it may be hidden behind a long line of “nos.” But, it is there just the same. It is real- a spiritual possibility in the process of becoming a reality. As long as we believe it exists, it exists.

Where there is a will, there is a way.” When we trust our infinite wisdom to always guide us to Good, “The Way” is made for us. When we make ourselves quiet, our answers arise and make themselves known.

Noise is only fear in disguise. When we become quiet, when we silence the doubt and judgement, anxiety and frustration, resentment and anger, we eliminate the distractions that are blocking the knowing of truth. We can see beyond illusion, beyond the surface of physical reality to the heart of the truth.

Quiet orders our life. It enables us to differentiate truth from illusion. It gives us the power and inner-vision we need to see where we are going- to know we are walking in the direction of our dreams. Quiet is where we find the answers to our questions. Quiet is where we discover the true meaning of our physical circumstances. Quiet is where Spirit lives.

Listening to the Whisper of Truth

2009-01-14T10:02:00.000-08:00

Spiritual messages are wherever we are. Every moment of every day, they are within our reach. They tell us whether or not we are walking in the right direction. They tell us whether or not we are at peace or in noise. They tell us whether or not we are honoring our truths. They tell us everything we need to know.

But, are we really listening? Are we ready to hear the stories the universe is telling us. Or is fear standing in the way, preventing us from knowing the truth?

There is only one way to recognize a whisper. We must be quiet enough to hear it. We must eliminate every noise-producing thing in our head in order to know the answer our soul is holding.

Aligning ourselves with Spirit is the only way we can understand what the universe is trying to tell us. Being quiet is the only way to recognize the whisper of truth- the spiritual messages that are all around us.

When we make ourselves quiet, we become one with the energy of limitless possibilities. The things we desire to know and decisions we need to make become clear to us; there is no noise to compromise the knowing of truth.

When we make ourselves quiet, we can see what we need to see and hear what we need to hear. We are aware that Spirit is speaking to us. We understand that when answers suddenly appear out of nowhere, they are to be accepted, not analyzed. We appreciate that they are Divine.

In quiet, the whisper becomes audible; we hear our heart speaking to us. As we walk the path of Truth, we recognize spiritual guidance. We are able to identify and trust the messages that are finding us every step of the way. We feel peaceful knowing that we are headed in the right direction. We feel at ease, knowing we are never alone. We realize that we are continually being guided to Good.

Our answers live within each and every one of us. When we are ready to know them, they will surface in the physical world. Our heart is always telling us the truth. Our soul is always guiding us in the right direction. Let go of the doubts. Let go of the resentments. Let go of the past; let go of the noise.

Breathe. Be quiet. Listen. Recognize the whisper.

Attracting Abundance

2009-01-10T10:00:00.000-08:00

In order to attract abundance, you must BELIEVE that what you desire to own is already here. You must put yourself in the flow of all good things, so they can find you. Your thoughts must reflect your desire to attract GOOD. Your actions must support those thoughts. And you must know, wholeheartedly and without a doubt, that you already live an abundant life.

The universe is your creative partner. It will create whatever reality you intend to create. But, it can only create a reality you completely believe in. It can only design your life from whatever energy you are presently holding.

Living in abundance means that, no matter what your world looks like, you must think of it as being abundant NOW.

Starting with yourself, focus on the abundance you already own. Focus on your wholeness- all the gifts that are within you. The light that shines from your soul is abundance in its purest form- unlimited, ever-present wealth that is always available to you.

Embrace it with gratitude.

Give yourself all the things you share with the world. Give yourself peace. Give yourself patience. Give yourself acceptance. Give yourself respect, compassion and kindness. Give yourself unconditional love. By giving light to yourself, you are creating abundance. You are making yourself a “magnet” for the very things you desire to attract: good health, happiness, well-being… And as you are giving good things to yourself, always remember that you DESERVE them.

Now, shift your focus to all the wonderful, supportive, loving people who are always here for you. Think about the love they give you. Think about the wonderful times you share- all the fun you have. Think about how each of these people has contributed to your well-being- what BLESSINGS they are to you. This is abundance.

Life is filled with good things. Embrace all the things in your life that make you feel good. Focus on everything in your world that uplifts you and aligns you with GOOD.

Appreciate every good thing you have in your life.

Live in the present moment. Live in the energy of endless opportunities and limitless possibilities. Love your life, knowing how much life loves you.

Dancing With The Winds of Change

2009-01-09T09:07:00.001-08:00

I was looking out my window the other day, watching our mountain ash tree dance in the winter wind. Snow was blowing in all directions, but the tree didn’t mind. In fact, it seemed to be celebrating the storm. It’s branches were moving with the wind, not against it. Every time the wind blew, the tree moved in the same direction. Then the snow stopped blowing. The sky cleared, and everything was still again.

As I studied the scene outside my window, my Guides whispered to me. They reminded me that during times of change, we too must bend with the wind. As the winds blow, we must dance with them. But first, we must stand still in the storm while it is roaring all around us, trusting that the noise we hear is really beautiful music in disguise.

Change is necessary. The winds blow to force us into releasing whatever old things we are holding onto- thoughts and jobs and relationships that no longer serve us. During the storm, anything that isn’t strong enough to stand gets swept away to make room for new and beautiful things- to make room for a new life.

How do we get through these challenging times? We take a deep breath and hold each other’s hands during the storm. We walk through it together. We offer kindness and compassion and unconditional love to every single soul we meet while we our walking our paths. We remind ourselves that we are not alone. We approach each new day as an opportunity to be a better soul. We remember to take care of ourselves- to love ourselves and each other. We remind ourselves to be who we really are.

LOVE IS ALL THERE IS

2008-11-30T09:18:00.000-08:00

I write this blog with one intention: to uplift one soul- to lift you into the light so you can see better.

We are all one. Just look at the people around you- your husband or wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend, sons and daughters… Do you recognize your reflection in the mirror? Listen to the soul who is standing in the checkout line at the convenience store. Is her story really that different from yours?

Living in the moment has made me aware of “oneness.” There are no strangers, just family members we have not yet met. There are no coincidences, just perfectly timed events orchestrated by the Universe in order to tell us the truth.

The other day as I was preparing stuffing for Thanksgiving, I reached for a green pepper. I was about to start mindlessly chopping it, when something made me stop. The light hit it, making me aware of something I didn’t notice before. The area that had begun to turn orange was in the unmistakable shape of a heart.

In that quiet moment, I remembered the promise I had made to myself. I had vowed that this Thanksgiving I would be grateful for every moment I spent in the kitchen. I would be grateful to have a wonderful family to cook for. I would be grateful to have a home to clean and dishes to wash and food to put on the table.

To be truly grateful, I realized, I needed to be in love with the present moment. So when my whisk broke while I was making the triple chocolate pumpkin cheesecake, I laughed. And when Thomas spilled cranberry-orange relish all over the table while he was helping me, I kissed him on the forehead. I felt blessed to be spending time with my wonderful almost seven-year-old son.

Love is the only thing that matters. We must remember to send love out into the universe- to put love into everything we do. Smile at the cashier who is having a challenging day. Show compassion and kindness to those around you. Say “I love you” every chance you get.

We are all one. Love is all there is. Love is who we really are. Let’s lift each other into the light.

C.H.A.O. S or Change Happening Actively on Schedule

2008-11-17T05:49:00.000-08:00

Chaos or: Change Happening Actively on Schedule?

During spiritual transformation “old” things are leaving our life, while new ones are taking their place. It is an eventful and challenging time. It may appear as though everything has been turned inside out and upside down. But remember, there is a divine purpose behind every change that is happening. Spirit is rearranging our life to support our highest good.

Any change can feel overwhelming. If we are holding onto fear (or any energy in opposition to Truth), it looks like chaos to us. But, when we look at change through Spirit’s eyes, we see the truth behind our physical circumstances. We see “chaos” as:

Change Happening Actively On Schedule.

Here are some important things to keep in mind during times of change:

Remember to Trust

No matter what your life looks like, remember that Spirit is in the process of supporting you. Remind yourself to breathe; remember who you really are. Keep in mind that your life is changing to support the changes you have made within. You are moving forward. Let Spirit light the way.

Allow change to happen; fighting it will only serve to hold you in place. Open your fists; release your grasp on the past. Let go of the fear. Let Spirit guide you.

Remember to be Patient
Everything is in perfect order. Spirit is redesigning your life. Keep in mind that transformation is a process. Remind yourself that a seed does not become a flower over night. Be patient; creating a new life takes time.

Remember to Love Yourself
Be loving, compassionate and kind to yourself. Find ways to bring peace and happiness into your life: think loving thoughts, make time for quiet, read inspirational books, surround yourself with positive, uplifting people, listen to your favorite music, eat healthy foods…

Remember to stay “grounded” while the winds of change are blowing. Take care of yourself- body, mind and soul.

"Silent Voices of the Soul"-Book Excerpt- "Spiritual Transformation"

2008-10-14T07:40:00.000-07:00

Before I invited light into my life, the condition of the living room didn’t bother me. I didn’t see the cracks and holes in the walls. I never noticed that paint had been peeling. Now that I was in the process of healing myself, those things were unacceptable. The living room was an extension of my former vibration. It was not a reflection of the energy I had become.

It took a while for me to make the connection. The more time I spent in the living room, the more depressed I felt. I was writing in my journal when Spirit whispered the reason why. The walls were in a state of disrepair. They reminded me of who I used to be.

Changes needed to be made. There was just one problem: I didn’t know where to start.

When I asked John for his input, I discovered we didn’t share the same perception. He didn’t see the need for change. John had served in Vietnam. He was a front-line soldier. His tolerance for uncomfortable living conditions by far surpassed my own.

While my husband couldn’t relate to how I was feeling, he offered his support.
He suggested that we paint the living room. John agreed to help with the prep work. I volunteered to do the painting. The next day we purchased our supplies and started the project together.

It felt good to remove chipped paint from the wall and watch it fall to the floor. Bit by bit, piece bit piece, I was getting rid of something old to replace it with something new. While I was scraping, I remembered the negative energies I had released from my life: self- destructive thoughts, a pessimistic attitude, and a belief system based in lack.

Some areas were easier to scrape than others.

There was a crack on the ceiling. At first I didn’t think it was serious. But when I tried painting over it, I discovered I had underestimated its depth. The crack showed through the paint. It was also much longer than I realized. It started at the middle of the ceiling and extended half-way across the room. When I scraped away the surrounding damage, an enormous “injury” was left behind.

The thought of fixing it was overwhelming to me.

For a moment I considered handing it over to someone else. I didn’t know if I was capable of doing the work. I wasn’t sure if I could stand on a ladder and repair the ceiling at the same time.

A part of me wanted to walk away from the job. A bigger part of me knew I needed to finish what I had started.

My brother-in-law, Chris, offered me guidance. He told me to how to fix the ceiling. He reminded me to take my time. “Be patient, it’s a process,” he said. I stood on a ladder and repaired the deep depression. I made sure the spackle adhered to the ceiling and waited for it to dry.

The next day I started painting the living room. It was ninety-eight degrees. The air was almost too heavy to breathe. There was no air conditioning in the house.

In the past, I would have stopped working the moment things began to feel uncomfortable. Now, making this change was the only thing that mattered. I had made a commitment. I was determined to get the job done.

Taking good care of myself was my first priority. I drank water when I was thirsty, rested when I felt tired and ate healthy meals. I kept a positive attitude. I listened to jazz and rolled paint on the walls to the rhythm of the music.

The heat wave lasted for two weeks. It ended the day I finished painting. As I cleaned up newspapers and pulled tape from the woodwork, I admired the space I had transformed. The room looked brighter and bigger than before. The repairs I had made were barely noticeable. The imperfections on the ceiling resembled faded scars.

Throughout the entire process, I had thought about my own transformation. I remembered the lessons I had learned. While I repaired cracks and holes, I reminded myself to be patient. As I climbed the ladder, I took one step at a time. In the heat, I stayed balanced. I took care of myself- spirit, body and mind.

I glanced at the dining room. It hadn’t been painted yet. There were cracks and holes in the walls. Paint had been peeling. I took a deep breath. I knew how to make the transformation happen- bit by bit, piece by piece, one small change at a time.

"Silent Voices of the Soul"- Book Excerpt

2008-09-08T12:43:00.000-07:00

Letting Go

I couldn’t wait to remove the rug from the staircase. It was worn and dirty; I didn’t like looking at it. I wanted to tear it off fast and carry it to the road. My chore held symbolic significance. An old rug didn’t belong in the new life I was in the process of creating. Footprints reminded me of the past. I had allowed others to “walk” all over me.

John helped me get the project started. He ripped the rug away from the bottom step. Together, we lifted it up and pulled it off the staircase a little at a time. The rug was heavy and cumbersome. More than once I had to put it down. I had to give my arms a rest before I could pick it up again.

Eventually, we dragged the rug out of the house and left it by the road.

I thought my job was done. But when we went back inside to admire the “new” stairs, John pointed something out to me. Hundreds of staples had been left behind. They blended in with the woodwork so I didn’t see them at first. He demonstrated how to remove them.

I had to be patient with the process. I could only work on one staple at a time. First, I lifted it with a screwdriver. Then I removed it with a pair of pliers. Sometimes a staple would come out easily. Sometimes it would break while I was trying to release it. Sometimes it was so firmly imbedded in the wood that I had to take it out with a special tool.

There were no shortcuts. There was no way to expedite the transformation. If I tried to speed things up, something would happen to slow me down. Spirit reminded me to take my time.

When I removed a staple in one step instead of two, I ended up gouging the wood. When I attempted to pull one out with my fingers, I stabbed myself. When I tried to move forward too quickly, I tripped.

The process was slow. It took nearly a week to finish the project. Patience, energy and time were required to make it happen. Whenever I removed a staple from the staircase, I acknowledged my progress. I celebrated my success. To me, each staple represented something from my past that had held me in place: an unhealthy thought, a negative perception, a limited way of looking at life… I had let go of many things that no longer served me.

My work had been completed. I walked up the stairs, silently congratulating myself on a job well done. The old rug was gone, so were the staples that had held it down. Light was shining on the staircase; there were no footprints to see.

I was on my way to the second floor, when my sock caught itself on a staple.
“Not so fast, Spirit whispered, not so fast.”

EMBRACE YOUR DREAMS

2008-07-22T07:04:00.000-07:00

Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go of every dark, heavy thing you have been holding. Put down your fists. Release your grasp. The past has no hold on you; the “fight” is over.

Let go of the fear. Let go of what happened. It doesn’t matter anymore; you are HERE now.

Your dreams are right in front of you. Your new life is reaching for you.
Now, you can embrace it with open arms.

ALWAYS REMEMBER WHO YOU REALLY ARE

2008-07-20T12:06:00.001-07:00

Believe. Believe you are the energy of infinite possibilities. The door is open;walk through it- every opportunity awaits you. There is no need to look over your shoulder; nothing is there anymore. There is no need to look down the road; nothing is there yet.

Be HERE. Be in the HERE and the NOW. Be exactly where you are, knowing you are exactly where you need to be.

A MESSAGE TO YOU FROM ALL OF US

2008-07-03T09:18:00.000-07:00

Someone asked a question. I know, because I just channeled the answer. So here it is, along with my prayers. May it bring you much comfort and peace. In Love and Light From All of Us, Robin

You ask us where we are, yet you already know the answer. We are HERE- everpresent and always. We live in your soul. We are connected to eachother through the light. You do not have to find us. There is no separation between us. We belong to eachother.

We are you. You are us. We are one. We hold your answers- everything you think you need to know, but in fact already know. We are always here to remind you to remember the truth.

So where do we live? We live in your light. We live in the silent nothingness of your soul. We live in your hopes. We live in your dreams. We are one with your highest visions and aspirations.

So be quiet, and you will hear us whispering to you. Be quiet, so we can make ourselves known to you. Be quiet and you will be able to hear the truth.

PATIENCE

2008-07-02T08:38:00.000-07:00

I knew better, but I did it anyway. I asked my Higher Self to teach me PATIENCE. “This is something I really want to learn,” I wrote. “And I would greatly appreciate it if you could you please teach me in the most gentle way possible.” I was serious. And apparently Spirit understood that, because about an hour later the lesson began.

Let me back up a bit. I’ve been having some challenges lately. Ever since I wrote this book, I have been impatient about getting it into the hands of those who need it. I have felt like someone else’s agent- Spirit’s representative- an agent to the true author of this book. I have felt a responsibility to bring this work into the world because writing it healed me, and I am driven to help others improve the quality of their lives. I can’t help it- I was born this way.

I know that impatience is not an energy I need to be sending out into the Universe. I understand that if I am impatient, the Universe is going to bring me more things to be impatient about. But has that stopped me from checking my email a thousand times a day? No. So Spirit found a way to stop me.

I had a really bad gut feeling when John was removing old programs from our computer.. But, I didn’t want to offend him. I didn’t want to ask if he knew what he was doing. I’ve done that before; suffice it to say it didn’t go over very well. So, I kept quiet. I waited until he was finished and then I checked my email. Unfortunately, for some reason I wasn’t able to get to it. That’s when I realized something was wrong.

Not only was I unable to access my email, I couldn’t access anything on the internet. It took a moment, but then I realized why. I had asked for help. The Universe was “helping” me.

The internet had been removed from our computer, because John had “accidentally” deleted it from the system. In other words, checking email was temporarily impossible. I had no choice but to be patient.

So, I made good use of my time. JP was at his girlfriend’s house, and Thomas went to the beach with his dad. So, I spent an entire day in the basement, sorting through six enormous bins of old toys. It was something I had needed to do, and was putting it off. I ended up throwing away most of the things I found, but was able to salvage some things to donate. It was my therapy, another exercise in patience- a very long, tedious chore.

I ended up writing a thank you note to Spirit. I wanted to express my gratitude for the prompt response to my request. I am beginning to learn patience now. Yes, I have a long way to go, but at least I’m on my way. As for my next spiritual lesson, I’m going to make sure I’m really clear before I put any Divine requests in writing- before I even think about asking my Guides for guidance.

shhhhhhh...spirit is speaking

2008-06-29T04:57:00.001-07:00

JP and I were sitting on his bed, sharing school-related stories. I told him about how I almost didn't graduate from High School because I had skipped gym too many times. He told me about the time his teacher peered over his shoulder while he was taking a quiz. Apparently, my son was about to circle a multiple-choice answer when the teacher whispered, "I'd re-think that move if I were you."

As it turned out, JP listened to that whisper. I, on the other hand, had tuned out that same, yet silent, advice. He ended up doing very well on his quiz. I didn't listen to the warning; my story had a very different ending.

I ask you, could there be a more perfect metaphor? We are about to make a decision. Let me rephrase that. Doubt, anxiety, frustration or anger is about to make it for us. In other words, we are on the verge of choosing the wrong answer. Then, for some reason, we pause for a moment to BREATHE. We get quiet, and in our quiet we hear our Higher Self saying, " I'd re-think that move if I were you." So, we listen. We tune out the noise in our head. We ignore all the other "voices"- the ones that are telling us what we should do, or need to do, or must do. And we tune into the truth. We listen to our heart and allow it to guide us to our answer.

We take Spirit's advice. We re-think that move.

WHERE TRUTH RESIDES

2008-06-07T11:04:00.000-07:00

Only my soul knows the reason why this song keeps playing in my head. Spirit keeps tapping me on the shoulder; someone is asking to hear it. The words and the music are embracing me at once, asking me to sing.. So at the request of the warm summer wind, here are the words. Your heart knows the rest.

With LOVE and PEACE and PRAYERS for HEALING, Robin

WHERE TRUTH RESIDES

SPIRIT IS ALIVE INSIDE YOU.
TRUST THE LIGHT INSIDE TO GUIDE YOU.
EMBRACE THE PLACE WITHIN YOU SOUL,
THAT KNOWS THE TRUTH THAT MAKES YOU WHOLE.

SEE YOUSELF INSIDE THE MIRROR.
LOOK BEYOND THE PAIN AND FEAR.
THEN CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CLEAR YOUR MIND.
GET PAST YOUR THOUGHTS AND YOU WILL FIND:

THE ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTIONS,
THE PATH TO YOUR LIFE’S DREAM.
YOUR WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES IS CLOSER THAN IT SEEMS.
FORGET YOUR CARES AND WORRIES-
THE TROUBLES IN YOUR MIND.
FORGET WHAT OTHERS TELL YOU;
YOU KNOW THE TRUTH INSIDE.

JUST KEEP ON WALKING THROUGH THE NIGHT.
JUST KEEP YOUR FOCUS ON THE LIGHT.
THE ROAD AHEAD IS CLEAR TO SEE;
JUST TRUST YOUR HEART TO SET YOU FREE.

YOU KNOW THE WAY; YOU KNOW THE ROAD.
FORGET THE LIES THAT YOU’VE BEEN TOLD.
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU WILL KNOW.

JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.
JUST HEAR THE WHISPER OF YOUR SOUL.

Just hear the whisper.....

CONNECTEDNESS

2008-06-05T09:57:00.000-07:00

Connectedness is the energy we feel when we have joined the dance.It is what “happens” when we realize, when we acknowledge with gratitude, that we and our world are one. It is what “happens” when we know there is no separation between ourselves and a blossoming tree-ourselves and a blade of grass-ourselves and the infinite Universe.

I have been trying to write a story. I have been trying to put everything that happened on Saturday into words. Until now, the right words have eluded me, but I’m beginning to understand why. I was so focused on the details that I missed the message. I didn’t see the big picture Spirit was showing me. I couldn’t see it, because I was standing in the way.
And just now, my message found me:

CONNECTEDNESS ISN’T SOMETHING THAT HAPPENS, IT IS SOMETHING THAT ALREADY IS.

I awoke Friday morning to an interview in progress. The clock-radio went on; an author was speaking. She was talking about angels, how she had written over twenty books about them. Then she paused and the interviewer spoke. “I’m sure everyone would love to hear how your first publisher found you,” he said. She was about to tell her story, when I lost the station. Suddenly, all I could hear was static.

Ordinarily, I would have tried to fix the reception. But something told me not to try. Something said, “stay where you are.” “Don’t move.” So, I listened to the whisper.

Eventually, silence broke the static and then the reception returned. The author was speaking. She was talking about a conversation she had had with God. She wanted to know why there had been so many delays, so many disappointments. She wanted to understand why it had taken so long for her dream to happen.

Shortly after this Divine conversation, her “big break” came. “I was in the right place at the perfect time,” she said. “God made it happen.”

I held onto her story. Over and over again, I replayed her words in my head.

The next day, my husband and I were attending a funeral for his uncle. We were late getting to the church; the mass was half-over. So we sat in the back row. As I scanned the room for familiar faces, I was immediately struck by something: I didn’t recognize anyone. I turned to my husband and whispered to him. “I know it’s been a long time, but no one looks familar to me,” I said. “Do you know any of these people?

Looking around, he realized we were in the wrong place.

As discreetly as possible and without saying a word, we both stood up and turned around. In that exact moment, someone I knew walked through the door. It was a friend I hadn’t seen in over a year. I had been thinking about her; she had been thinking about me. “I’ve been meaning to call you,” she said.

“Is this the Miller funeral,” I asked as we hugged.

“No,” she said, “This is the Arena family.”

“We’re at the wrong funeral,” I whispered.

“I’ll call you,” she said.

Eventually, we made it to the right church.

After a lovely mass, John and I joined his family for lunch. A woman I never met before sat directly across from me and introduced herself. I noticed the vest she was wearing. It had an applique of a piano on it.Earlier in the week, at the suggestion of a friend, I had enrolled Thomas in a piano class.

“Are you a pianist,” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I’m a piano teacher.”

“I just signed my son up for piano lessons,” I said.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” she replied. “You know studies are showing how important music is to children- how it stimulates intellectual and creative growth,” she continued.

We had a wonderful conversation. She told me what qualities to look for in a teacher. She said I needed to make sure their teaching style matched my son’s learning style. She reiterated information a dear friend had recently shared with me- a dear friend who is also a piano teacher.
We said our goodbyes and I thanked her for all the helpful information. At the same time, an elderly man made his way across the room and sat in her chair. “So Robin, tell me, how is your book going,” he said.

I didn’t know this man. I had never seen him before. But my husband had met him at the wake. John told me about him, that he had published his first book and was writing another one. He had told John to have me call him. He wanted to tell me how he had found a publisher.

I noticed that this man was wearing two hearing aids.

He was a sweet and gentle soul who wanted to tell me his story. So, I smiled at him and listened. He was a retired teacher, who had devised a method of learning through touch and wrote a book about it. He told me that, although he had received many testimonials from his students, publishers were not impressed.

Then, pulling his chair closer to mine, he said, “But, listen to what happened next.”

He told me had been researching publishers and found one that sounded like a good prospect. He had sent out a query, but received a rejection letter in return. It was one of the kindest, most thoughtful leters he had ever received, he said. The publisher liked his idea, but wasn’t sure it was marketable.

A few months later, the author attended an out of town dinner party. He was visiting friends who lived hundreds of miles from his home. Knowing no one, he decided to strike up a conversation with the man who was seated next to him. The author asked the man what he did for a living. The man told the author he was a publisher.

Not only was he a publisher, but the same publisher who had kindly rejected the author’s work. As it turned out, they became best friends.And the publisher published the book he had originally rejected.

Hugging him, I thanked the author for sharing his story and wished him well. He pointed to his ears and shook his head; he couldn’t hear me. I hugged him again and smiled. By then, everyone was getting ready to leave. So John and I walked outside to say our goodbyes.
As I opened the door, I felt the warmth of the sun. I winked at the sky. Filled with gratitude, I thanked Spirit for a most magical afternoon- for the invitation to dance.

BELIEVE

2008-05-28T14:19:00.000-07:00

Thomas taught me a life lesson over the weekend. But before I tell you about it, I need to set things up for you. It happened on the heels of a conversation I had just had with my fifteen-year- old son, JP. He needed to buy a straightening iron for his hair. His old one broke, and he needed a new one. In other words, he needed me to buy him a new one. So, I made a suggestion. I told him to get a job and pay for it himself.

"Maybe you could do odd jobs for people in the neighborhood," I said.

"Mom there's no way I could come up with that much money that fast," he said. "How am I supposed to make twenty dollars in one day?"

"JP, you're a smart kid," I said. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"I doubt it," he said, as he walked out the door.

A few minutes later, my six-year- old, Thomas, appeared beside me.

"Mom, can I use the computer?," he asked. "I need to type some poems."

"Sure, but why do you need to type them," I asked.

"Oh, I'm going to sell them," he said. "That reminds me, could you please print them out for me when I'm done?"

"OK," I said, grateful he had found something constructive to do, not thinking he was really serious.

Following through on his request, I looked at the poems I had printed.

"Honey, these are someone else's poems," I said gently.

"I know, Mom." "Remember, I told you I was going to sell them," he said.

"But I didn't know you were planning on selling poems that belonged to someone else," I said.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked.

"Well, it isn't OK to sell someone else's work," I explained. "That would be stealing."

After his short lesson on plagiarism, Thomas ripped up the pages I had printed.

"Great," he said. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

It was then that I came up with an idea. I suggested that he write his own poem. At first he didn't think he knew how. So I told him to look out his window into the backyard. I encouraged him to describe what he saw. As the words flowed, I typed them into the computer.

"I'll need ten copies," Thomas said.

"That's a lot of copies," I replied.

"Actually, I think I'll need more," he answered.

Knowing not to question him further, I honored his request.

Grabbing his papers, his dad, and an empty oatmeal container, he raced out of the house. About an hour later, I heard the front door slam. Then Thomas ran upstairs to give me the good news.

"Mom, I sold all my poems!" "Look," he said, dumping a pile of money on his bed. "I MADE TWELVE DOLLARS!"

Thrilled and beyond amazed, I hugged and congratulated him. It was time for dinner, so I told him to get ready. He told me he wasn't hungry-he wanted to sell more poems. Then, he asked me to walk around the rest of the block with him.

"It's dinner time, Thomas," I said. "People are eating."

"Can we go after dinner," he asked.

"I don't know, Honey," I said.

I was about to offer many excuses when he interrrupted me.

"Nevermind, Mom." "I'll ask Dad to take me," he said.

After dinner, I printed more poems out for Thomas. Then he and his dad went for a walk together. An hour later, they came home. This time JP was with me.

" Mom, I made more money!" Thomas said. "And a teenager gave me six dollars!" "Look, JP," he screamed, showing his big brother everything he had earned. "I MADE TWENTY DOLLARS TODAY!"

I looked at JP without saying one word.

The next day, I asked Thomas how he knew he could sell his poem. His answer is a lesson for us all.

"I just believed that I could," he said.

WHAT IS DIFFERENT

THE FLOWERS ARE BLOOMING
AND THE GRASS IS GREENER
THE TREES ARE STARTING TO BLOSSOM AND THERE IS NO SNOW
AND MANY YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THE TREES ARE GETTING THEIR LEAVES BACK
THE END
BY THOMAS VELLA

LIVING INTENTIONALLY

2008-05-28T04:19:00.000-07:00

I was taking a shower when an arrangement of words took center stage in my head. They came from nowhere. They found me when I was thinking of nothing. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with them.

Later that day, while I was mopping the floor, I unraveled the mystery. For a split-second, I saw those same words in my mind. Then, I remembered a dream I had had the night before. I was strapped to a hospital bed. A doctor was injecting me with sodium pentathol. "It will help you sleep better", he whispered. As I continued mopping, I remembered that sodium pentathol was truth serum. Moments later, two quotes I hadn't thought about in years made themselves known: "To thine own self be true" and "The truth shall set you free."

As it turned out, the words that were whispered to me held a profound purpose. Eventually, I wrote a book around them. I wrote and ,little by little, I learned the truth. I began to understand the meaning behind the words that came through me to teach me. Now, twelve years later, I understand why they were given to me.

The book is finished. I'm in the process of finding a publisher. In the meantime, this is my intention- to share with you the life-changing lessons I have learned. So, I'll tell you some incredible stories as we walk this road together. I'm the one with the lantern in one hand and your hand in the other.

HOW DOES A CHANNEL, CHANNEL?

2008-05-24T13:51:00.000-07:00

It has taken me fifteen years to answer a question: how does a channel, channel? How do I do what I do? And now I have an answer, because I am beginning to understand the process. It’s very simple, actually. First, I get quiet. Then, I listen. Then, I get out of the way and let Spirit write.

In other words, I do nothing.

That means I cannot even wonder whether I should use a comma or a dash. If I do, the information stops flowing. I stop the flow, because I am questioning the process. How do I know this is true? I’ve had it happen many, many times over the years. Any time I try to edit Spirit’s words in any way, I get edited out of the process. Spirit stops speaking, until I am quiet again.

So, how do I get quiet? I wish I could tell you that I turn off the lights, light candles and sit cross-legged on the floor. But that’s not the way it works for me. I can tell you what does work, though. My definition of meditation is lying in the grass and looking up at the sky, driving through the park at sunset, fishing in the rain…I have also had some very profound moments while sorting socks and mopping the kitchen floor. Truly, any time my mind is quiet, insights and revelations find me. Spirit doesn’t care how it happens.

We are all channels of Truth. We all hold the light of Divine Intelligence within us.Each and every one of us hears Spirit’s voice and interprets it in unique and special ways. We write. We paint. We sculpt. We sing. We walk. We run. We dance.

We get quiet. We listen. We get out of the way. We make room for our own light to find us.

IT'S ALL PART OF "THE PLAN"

2008-05-21T08:05:00.000-07:00

I'm getting better at this. I'm learning how to embrace the adventure. I'm not waiting for things to happen anymore, because I know they are happening. The Universe is putting the plan into place. So, now, when something unexpected happens, instead of forgetting to breathe, I am remembering to take a breath. I take a breath and I hold it. And I say to myself, "OK, Robin, this must be part of the plan."Then I exhale; I let go of the fear. In other words, instead of letting something unexpected knock me off my feet, I am learning how to stay grounded.

Sometimes, it takes more than one breath to remind me to remember. Sometimes, I get sidetracked because I'm exhausted or frustrated or angry- because I'm trying so hard to understand what I don't understand. But, eventually, I remember the truth. Eventually it finds me when I come back HERE to my Higher Self -when I realize I have been holding my breath.

We all go THERE. For half-a second, or half- a day, for month or a year, or ten years...we forget there is a plan. We second-guess ourselves. We start thinking about the "what ifs", the whys, the wheres , the whens and the hows. We wonder when "it" is ever going to happen. We forget that limitless possibilites abound. We forget where our answers are and how to reach for them.
We hold onto the fear because, for a moment, we forget we know the truth.

Then, we take a breath and we remember.

We don't have to understand Spirit's plan. We don't have to know what it is- all the steps involved that will ultimately make "it" happen. We don't have to understand the process- what is happening, or why. All we need to do is trust that "IT" is in the process of finding us.
All we need to do is: take a breath, hold it and say to ourselves, "OK, this must be part of the plan."

p.s. I just went to the basement to take my clothes out of the dryer and discovered it isn't working. I had planned to do laundry. I had planned to get caught up on all the housework I need to do. But I just remembered something my son, Thomas, said to me this morning. I told him I had hurt my back. I told him maybe I should just keep moving around and it will feel better. And he said, "Mom, maybe you just need to relax."

THE SILENT CONVERSATION

2008-05-15T12:25:00.000-07:00

I remember the silent conversation. It was very clear and to the point. And, at the time, I was sure that someone had made a mistake.

"You are going to write a book, and we are going to help you," they said.

When I say that those words came from out of nowhere, I am not exaggerating. They not only took me by surprise, they nearly made me drop my coffee cup. Still, I listened. I waited to hear the details. I sat in silence, waiting for more words, until I realized that they were waiting for me to "say" something.

"You must have the wrong person", I said. "I haven't written anything in years".

Looking back, I may have said that outloud (twelve years is a long time; the details are little hazy). But, back to the conversation.

"And there's something else you should know"(as if they didn't)." I'm a terrible procrastinator, my follow-through skills are worse, and I'm really, really hard on myself", I said, thinking I had just let myself off the hook.But it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Perfect", they said. And that was all they said. That was the end of the conversation.

That was a long time ago, and we did write that book together. Actually, they wrote the book. They whispered nine chapters worth of spiritual lessons to me., while I took dictation. And when I wasn't learning from them, I was experiencing those lessons in "real life". In fact, every circumstance of my life was teaching me the same lessons. Sometimes I recognized my "teacher". Sometimes I felt like I had wandered into the wrong classroom.Sometimes I wondered what, exactly, had I signed myself up for.

But that was then; and this is now. And now, I'm a different person. Now, I don't have to wonder anymore.

THE MAKING OF SOMETHING FROM NOTHING

2008-05-07T07:39:00.000-07:00

When it comes to materializing thoughts into things, when it comes to creating some thing from no thing, we must be clear about what we truly desire to create. Not only must our creative intention be passionate and heartfelt, but the energies behind it must be pure as well. In other words, our soul must be peaceful, and our mind must be calm ,in order for LIGHT to find us.

That means, once we have made our “creation statement” to Spirit, we must step back and let our Higher Self figure out the details. We must let go of needing to control our circumstances, and place the order we have carefully crafted into the most capable hands we know. And then, we must turn around, walk away, close the door and allow Spirit to come up with the perfect plan.

Spirit is our ever-present, creative partner. Every moment of every day, it is creating a reality according to our specific instructions. Spirit knows how to create the reality we have requested. Now, we have to do our part. We have to let go of needing to know the details- the hows and the whens and the whys. We have to surrender all creative control to the Highest part of ourselves. We have to give Spirit time and space to bring the reality we have requested into our physical world.

We have to trust. We have to be patient. We have to know that the reality we desire to create is on its way to us- that, in fact, it is already here.

ALLOWING

2008-04-29T10:11:00.000-07:00

When we detach ourselves from the experiences we are having, we see into the truth of them. There is no fear, or anger, or frustration to distort or obliterate the message. It is there. It is clear. It is what it is.And we are able to stand apart from it- to view it as if we were standing across the room. We are able to see it as the lesson it really is;we understand.

We are learning more, because we are becoming more.

Now, when we look at our lives, we are aware that everything in it-everything about it- holds deeper meaning than what is apparent at the surface. And we don’t have to wonder what that is, because we already know. We feel the truth we know in our hearts. And there is no misunderstanding it-no misinterpreting that feeling. It is what it is.
Spirit is speaking; and now, it has our attention. Now, we are listening. Now, we are quiet enough to hear.

CHANGING THE MIND- ONE THOUGHT AT A TIME

2008-04-21T10:32:00.000-07:00

I’ve been channeling a lot lately. Apparently my guides (who refer to themselves as “the silent voices that speak as one”) have a lot to tell me. Translation: I have a lot to learn. So I have been listening. I have been sitting on my bench under the dogwood and staring up at the sky, feeling grateful to be able to hear them speak to me. And this is what they have been “talking” about. This is the silent monologue I have been“hearing”. This is the answer to the very long-winded question I have been asking:

“When we desire to attract good into our life, what exactly do we need to do? What statement do we make to the Universe in order to be clearly understood? How do we indicate that we desire to attract abundance in every form? If we could think one thought that would change our entire energy constituency, what thought would that be?Which one would be the most powerful, the most healing, the most life- transforming thought we could think?”
SPIRIT SPEAKS: We must remember our interconnectedness with the whole of the Universe. We must remember that spiritmindbody are one and we are at one with each other. We must also remember that the energy that connects us as one is LIGHT, the everpresent, ever-evolving essence of ALL THAT IS. And the essence of Light is the most powerful energy that is available to us. The essence of light is UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

So, that is the answer to the question. That is the thought we think to begin to change the mind. We say I LOVE YOU to the mind. And when we do that, we say that to the soul as well, and we say that to the body, and we say that to the whole of the Universe. Thinking “I LOVE YOU” causes an energy shift to occur. It is more than a thought;it is an intention- a heartfelt desire to heal. And an intention, whether it is a thought in the mind or an action we are taking in physical reality, is an action just the same.

So when we desire to heal ourselves, we set a healing intention in our mind. And our intention permeates all of who we are. Our intention sends a message to the whole of us. Our light-filled desire to heal, travels out into the universe and comes back to us in the form of light-filled things.

When we send light to our thoughts; we transform them. We heal them. We set the intention to heal our lives. When we send light to our thoughts, we let go our our fears.

We allow them to be healed through LOVE.

BACK TO LIVING IN THE MOMENT

2008-04-19T12:05:00.000-07:00

Living in the moment, being HERE rather than THERE, is a miraculous thing. I am discovering that, when I am HERE, I am at peace. And when I am at peace, life falls into place without my having to push or pull or force things into position. Life falls into place when I let go of needing to know why or how or when- when I trust that there is something much bigger than me running the show. Life falls into place when I let go of every thing I think I know- when I stop and still the chatter in my mind. Life falls into place when I am still enough to listen, when I can hear the truth.

My son is six-years-old and we just finished cleaning and rearranging his room. We needed to get rid of his rug. His allergies were acting up. He was having difficulty breathing. So, together as a family, we undertook the project. We cleaned and decluttered and reorganized his space.
We worked hard to make the transformation happen. It was a major undertaking-a process that took much longer than expected. But I knew that tearing out the rug to reveal the hard wood floor underneath held much deeper significance than what was happening on a physical level. I knew that it meant something more. And with this awareness, I was able to be much more patient than usual. I was able to be PRESENT to the process that was unfolding around me.

The transformation happened in stages. First, furniture had to be moved out of his room and into our very tiny hallway.The bed had to be dismantled, and a desk had to be taken apart before we could carry it out the door.Then there was the process of ripping out the old rug. We had to pull it away from the wall, remove the nails that once held it in place and carry it to the road. From there, we had to remove fifteen years worth of dust that had accumulated beneath it so we could wash the floor. Then , once we washed the floor,we had to wait for it to dry before we could move everything back in…

What I thought would take a few hours, ended up taking up an entire Saturday afternoon. Cleaning and decluttering and reorganizing my son’s room took a great deal of time and energy. But, eventually, it happened; we made it happen. In stages, a little at a time, we got rid of the things that had compromised his breathing.

Being present to this experience made me appreciate the transformation process-the processes within the process itself: moving out the old to make room for the new- cleaning, clearing, and rearranging–the letting go of “old things” that compromise our breathing.

Being present to this experience made me aware, that the transformation that was happening around me, was also happening within me.

OUR THOUGHTS CREATE THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF OUR LIVES

2008-04-18T16:03:00.000-07:00

It’s amazing how we can become caught up in noise and not even know it. We hear it as other people’s noise. We try to blame THEM for our unhappiness. But what is really happening is that the Universe is giving us a glimpse of our own reflection. And we are doing everything in our power not to look.

I know that if someone is complaining to me about their life and everything in it, certain thoughts in my mind belong to that exact same frequency. I understand that if I ask for something in fear or doubt or impatience, I will receive more of the same energy in return. I will receive exactly what I have asked for-more to doubt, more to fear,more to be impatient about…

SPIRIT SPEAKS: AT ALL TIMES, we must remember that what we are experiencing is what we have ASKED to experience. We have ordered the circumstances of our life by knowingly or unknowingly requesting that they materialize in our physical world. Our thoughts have manifested into the things within and around us. And if ever we want our current circumstances to change, all we need to do is change the way we are thinking about them. All we need to understand is that a changed thought changes the mind. And when we change our mind, life will follow our lead.

Resistance is simply the non acceptance of “what is”. It is our complaining and focusing on what is wrong rather than appreciating what is right. And when we spend time and energy focusing on what is wrong with our lives, we dim and darken our vibration. We lower our energy level. We diminish the very power we need to attract the things we desire. Most importantly, we open the door to every THING we do not desire to own. And this only makes us more frustrated, more angry, more resentful, more impatient…In other words, we create more of the noise we don’t want because we are choosing to focus on how noise-filled our lives have become.

We can only attract to us, more of the energy we already are.

So, what thoughts do we think that will change the energy of the mind?What energy do we desire to attract? If we desire to be loved, we must first love ourselves. We must think unconditional and loving thoughts. If we desire to be appreciated, we must first think thoughts of self-acceptance without judgement. If we desire to attract happiness, we must first feed our own souls with GOOD.

We must think in ways that support the health of our Higher Selves.
We must be who we really are.

The Illusion of Fear

2008-03-16T08:21:00.000-07:00

Given the choice, why would we focus on a nightmare, when can look in the direction of our dreams.

Nightmares are only our fears chasing us. Dreams are LIGHT--love, hope and passion in the process of embracing us. If we stopped running from our fears, if we stopped trying to outrun them, we would realize that we are running for no reason. We would see we are running from nothing. We would know that we are wasting our precious time and energy, running in the wrong direction.

If we stopped running and turned around, we would only be facing ourselves.

The Power of Light

2008-03-15T09:20:00.000-07:00

We must celebrate every time we are able to uplift and upgrade the energies around us- to
leave life a little better-feeling than we found it. We must be grateful to have the light that we have. At any given time, there is more than enough light to guide us to good. The secret is in believing this is true. Because in the dark, it is impossible to see the light that is ever-glowing and ever- present within us. It is impossible to see what we do not believe is really there. And the more we do not believe, the more we doubt or question or fear, the more we perpetuate our own darkness-
the darker everything in our world becomes.

We have only to remember to turn on the light-to shine the light we are holding within us-on ourselves. We have only to "lighten up"-to see things more light-heartedly. We have only to embrace the light we are already holding--to not be afraid because we are never alone. We have only to remember that the light of Spirit knows no darkness.

Listening in the Quiet

2008-03-11T06:36:00.000-07:00

Henry David Thoreau said, "it isn't what we are looking at that matters, it's what we see.
That may be my favorite quote. My heart understands it;I feel its meaning resonate with my soul's vibration. I know it's the truth. Not only do I believe it, I live my life according to the energy behind those words. It's a powerful reminder to look at my life through Spirit's eyes--to see the REAL story my life is telling me.

That being said, it isn't always easy. Sometimes, life presents a message to us in a dramatic way but fear prevents us from receiving it. It disintegrates while we are trying to analyze it; we lose its meaning in the process of "figuring it out". Deep down we know who we really are, that we are "spiritual beings having a human experience." But how can we embrace the truth when we are holding onto fear? How can we hear it above our self-created noise?

Our answers await us in the silence. That's where they live. That's where they have always lived-deep within the light of our souls. Now, all we need to do is get quiet enough to hear them. All we need to do is listen.

My "Living in the Now" Experiment

2008-03-07T06:28:00.001-08:00

For the past few months, I have been learning how to live in the moment. Spirit has been teaching me; I volunteered to be the student. And what I have been experiencing has been life changing. I am not the same person I used to be; I can feel my soul stretching as I am becoming more.

Before, in order to quiet myself down, I had to be forced into position. Either I would become ill, or injured. Or, at the very least, I would come down with laryngitis. I would need an excuse to slow down- to stop running around doing things. This is the first time in my life that I have been able to put my foot on the brake without any dramatic promptings from the Universe. This is the first time I have knowingly ASKED for a spiritual lesson, and recognized the "teachers" that are showing up everywhere.

What I have discovered(so far) is that living in THE HERE AND NOW is as simple as BEING in the moment. What does that mean? It means not worrying about yesterday and not focusing on tomorrow. It means the past has passed and the next day hasn't yet arrived; so the only time that truly exists is NOW. And as I focus on exactly where I am, no matter what is happening to me or near me, I can feel the presence of something much, much bigger than my physical self.
I am aware that, with every step I take, Spirit is walking with me; I am not alone. I see where I'm going; I know I am headed in the right direction.

Signs and symbols are everywhere. Not only do I see them, but I immediately understand them. I know what they mean-how they relate to my personal circumstances. I am finding that it is much easier to see truth when there is nothing on the sidelines of my life to distract me. It finds me no matter where I am, as long as I am quiet. Living in the moment has given me peace- the kind of peace that used to find me only once in a while. And in this peace, in this much quieter than ever place in my life, the light shines brighter. I see things much differently from where I am standing. And wherever I am looking, I trust the Truth that is looking back at me.

Awakening in the Light

2008-03-06T10:17:00.000-08:00

Slowly and deliberately, bit by bit, we begin to discover our true identity. Our truth is revealed to us a little at a time. Each time we learn a lesson, we let go of a fear we once held. And releasing that fear, whether in the form of frustration, anxiety, resentment, anger or doubt, makes room for the light to find us. Letting go of who we are not, makes room for who we truly are.

So we let go of our old things and let in the light. We let go of self-loathing, of not feeling good enough, of not measuring up to artificial standards and contrived ideals. Then, we replace that old energy with self-loving. We begin to realize, bit by bit, piece by piece, a little at a time, that we are responsible for the thoughts that create our lives. We begin to see, little by little, how what we think affects the way we feel. We are aware that there is a connection to our thoughts and feelings. We see that our reality is shaped the way it is, because we shaped it-our energy molded it that way. Our thoughts, good or bad, deemed it to be.

We awaken to the possibilities within the moment, as we begin to see them in ourselves. We hear the noise we were once unaware of, because we are no longer one with it. We feel what noise does to us-body, mind and soul. So we now bring peace to whatever challenge or crisis we are facing. We make THE NOW more peaceful, because we know how much better peace feels than noise. And we become peaceful by breathing Spirit into ourselves-by allowing Spirit to breathe peace into us. We breathe in the music and dance in our own light. We breathe in the light, and there is no longer darkness.

As we release the constricting thoughts and beliefs that once prevented us from breathing, we intentionally invite Spirit in. The more we let go, the more light we let in. The more light we let in, the more spiritually aware we become-the more Spirit's breath expands our soul.

We become enlightened; we understand that it is not possible to see truth in the darkness. It is not possible to access our answers, when there is no light to guide us to them-when we have no idea where we are going. It is only when we are aware of our own light, that we can see the potentials and possibilities that are within us. It is only when we are aware of our own light, that we can access the potentials and possibilities that await us.

Trusting The Truth Within

2008-03-05T09:01:00.000-08:00

As a channel for Truth, I am constantly receiving spiritual information. Sometimes I ask a question and Spirit answers me. Then there are times when I receive the answer without having to ask the question. This is one of those times.

In the energy of trust, we know our intuitive impulses and impressions are Truth. We understand that we are thinking and acting in ways that support our Highest Self. And as this pure, positive vibration, we are aligned with all other like energies. We attract them to us; we are attracted to them.

So, if we are tuned into the frequency of Truth, we will be attracted to any and all things born from that energy. We send out a positive vibration and positive vibrations find us in return. We intend to attract that which supports us, and soul-supportive energies start showing up everywhere. First, it happens within us; our soul fills with peace. At the same time, positive thoughts offer us tranquility. And our body reacts to this calm, quiet vibration in positive ways as well. We feel good.

As a positive vibration, we are automatically and always tuned into Truth. We recognize it immediately, because it is something we can feel within. It resonates with our heart; it feels right. Truth is the energy that resides within us. It is the essence from which we and all other light energies are born. Truth is LOVE. Truth is TRUST. Truth is COMPASSION. Truth is EMPATHY. Truth is ACCEPTANCE. Truth is PASSION. Truth is JOY and LIMITLESS WELL-BEING.

When we are thinking, intending and behaving according to our truth, we completely trust ourselves because we know who we truly are. It means we understand that Spirit lives within us- that we have an ever present connection. And as long as we nurture that partnership,
the creative possibilities that exist within and around us are infinite.

Feeding light to the soul is the same thing as being the energy of Truth. It is thinking "light" thoughts, rather than dark and heavy ones. It is allowing ourselves to be uplifted, balanced and recharged by our own creative mental process. It is programming the mind in a positive way, or re-programming it-whatever the case may be.

Any light thought aligns us with Truth. Any dark thought disconnects us from it. So we must be consciously aware of the thoughts we are creating and feeding to our minds. This makes all the difference in whether or not we feel good. When we feel good, we can be certain that we are taking good care of ourselves. We can also be certain that, should negativity unexpectedly creep into our space, we know how to regain our balance. In other words, in our positive position, we know how to quickly re-balance ourselves- how to get back into the flow.

Either an energy feels good to us or it doesn't. Either it flows with us or is resistant to our vibration. An energy that makes us feel good, does so because it complements our own inner light. It supports our truth. An energy that clashes with our own has the opposite effect. It "drains" us of our own creative power.

If it doesn't feel good, it isn't good for us. If it doesn't flow,we must let it go.

In the energy of Truth, we can feel whether or not our thoughts, intentions and actions support
us. We know how they feel to our soul. Even if we say one word that doesn't resonate with our light, we know it. It doesn't flow with our energy, because we are aware we are not telling the truth. The awareness of how a thought feels, makes us think twice before we put it into words. We are not as quick to speak-we make sure that what we have to say is positive. We make certain that our words are kind, encouraging, supportive and loving. We pause to make sure that we are not just speaking off the top of our heads- that our words are HEARTFELT--that we believe them.

And as the old adage goes, "if we can't say something good, we say nothing at all."

The Light of Truth

2008-02-17T11:58:00.000-08:00

When we love better, we live better. We feel better; we know better. We allow the light of truth to expand and grow our souls. We are open to knowing the love that is ever-present and always available to us, because we feel it in our hearts.

We love ourselves. We love ourselves wholely and completely, exactly as we are. We love ourselves because we recognize our own soul's perfection. We love ourselves because we know we are love itself.

Love is all that is; love is all there is. Nothing else matters; everything else is an illusion.

Love, indeed, is the answer to all our questions. It is how we heal. It is how we become more. It is how we create endless, soul-supportive opportunities, and it is how we light the way for others.

When we see life through loving eyes, we see truth. We see opportunities to be Spirit- to be the unconditional, loving light we truly are. We see souls in need of a smile- souls that are hurting-so we smile at them. We see souls in need of a hug, so we hug them warmly and tenderly.

We see souls in need of love, because we recognize they have temporarily forgotten how to love themselves.

We see love everywhere we are looking. It is the lady in front of us at the supermarket checkout line- she notices we are in a hurry and offers us her space. It is the man who notices we have dropped our wallet-he walks over and hands it to us. It is the soul who has "mistakenly" dialed the wrong number- she wishes us a wonderful day and we don't even know her.

Every moment of every day, we create endless opportunities to love and be loved. And we do this by loving ourselves.