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

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

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

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.