EMBRACE YOUR DREAMS

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

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

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

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

 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

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

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.