Yes, this is a Christmas story, but not the one this title conjures memories of. It’s not about a 1950’s boy longing for a BB gun from Santa. This Christmas story involves what you might expect. Angels.
On a cold winter morning early in December, I awoke in a very unpleasant mood. I reluctantly got out of bed, ruminating all the while on a situation I had walked away from the day before, and I was falling into a very neat and tight self-made pit. I went through the usual morning routine, making the bed, feeding the cats, making coffee, ect... It seemed tedious and finally I sat down at the kitchen table with my first cup and tried to free myself. I looked across the back yard at the newly fallen blanket of whiteness that covered everything. It was beautiful and so peaceful and so quiet. I admired the redness of the Cardinals and how magnificently their color was defined by the snow. I sipped my coffee and fell back into my ruminating. I was trying my level best to place blame on myself or others for the entire separation that occurred the day before. Without going into much detail, I had been involved with a group and realized it was not beneficial for my evolution as a spiritual being. It had been limiting my growth in many ways. It seemed I was so entrenched with the ego value of the endeavor; I was now going to put myself through a length of suffering because of walking away from it.
The coffee had perked me up enough that I could find my way into the living room. I sat in the chair feeling choked by my thoughts and the accompanying emotions. TV would be a good distraction, I thought. The TV was tuned to the Hallmark channel. A little known movie was airing called The Christmas Cottage. It is the story of Thomas Kinkade, the painter of light. In essence, it told of how he found his inspiration to find the light within himself and to translate that light into his paintings. Most everyone is familiar with his lovely work. He found that the Light came from God and God is within us all. The Light shines brightest when we acknowledge God’s Love for us. It was a beautiful movie and touched me deeply. Still, I was afraid. Afraid to see the decisions I make have an impact on myself and those around me. I had been putting everyone through the ringer with my feelings that led to this decision and agonizing over it.
Remembering the night before, as I lay down to go to sleep, I had prayed. I told God that I was here and would always keep His love in my heart. I had experienced some valuable lessons of late and would learn from them. I told Him how important He is to my life and I cannot be a whole being without him and then fell asleep. I shuffled back into the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. The nagging negative self-talking persisted. I found myself looking out the large kitchen window at the birds again and my mind drifted away. A powerful and swelling feeling washed over me. I felt a tremendous warmth and glow growing inside and all around me. It emanated from me. The room was filled with brightness like light but not exactly. Inescapable emotions of love and comfort moved me to tears of joy and relief. I was lifted up in my heart. I felt as if my heart was singing! I knew this feeling. There was an Angelic presence in the room with me! A very big Angelic presence. Bigger than I was used to feeling. Still in tears and moved now beyond words to explain it, my prayer was answered. Then I heard the voice. A loving and substantial voice is the only way I can describe it. It said I was free now to shine my own Light. My path became very clear to me. I was loved and supported by God and His Angels. They had never left me as I had feared. The Presence guided me to my next steps and assured me I had much to give that would support others in their own journeys. My heart was full again. I had clarity. That emptiness I had been feeling was gone. It can feel lonely when you are in a spiritual learning fast lane. I had gotten confirmation that I was not lost and not alone even when I thought I was. All I had to do was be there, open, in that space with them.
Needless to say, the rest of my day was pretty great. I ran errands and had appointments. I saw Love everywhere. I had a lightness of being I hadn’t experience in a while. I smiled all day and everyone smiled back. Strangers spoke to me everywhere I went in gentle and loving voices. I could see the Light in them as I am sure they were seeing the Light in me. Beauty was all around. I thanked God and the Angels every moment of that day, and that practice has carried over to the day of this writing.
Release the past and trust your own path. Everything you ever need or want to know is within. There is an abundance of Love and Support on your side. It is waiting for the pleasure of your company.
Awestruck and feeling the vibrations of an almost otherworldly quality, I rounded the bend on I-5 to catch the Southern view of Mt. Shasta rising before me. I knew I had returned home. This beautiful mountain in northern California welcomed me with an open stance and brought me directly into its magnificent energy. The purpose of the visit was two-fold. I was visiting a friend and attending his first energy work shop in support. The second purpose was unknown to me at the outset, but soon became clear as the week progressed. The Great Crystal City of the Lumerians was literally beneath my feet. It did not take long before I was contacted energetically by the High Priest Adama and his female counterpart the High Priestess Arianna. Instantly, my awareness was catapulted into high vibrational states of awareness that transcended any Spirit contact I had ever encountered. But they are not in Spirit, they told me. We are here in the mountain, they said. They live highly evolved and beautiful lives amidst the most technologically advanced and spiritually conscious population in existence, as far as I know, on this planet today. My lessons began. I was introduced into the city itself and traveled on intricate transportation systems powered silently by light, to countless locations of knowledge, arts, music and hydroponic farming.
The entire city is powered by pure consciousness. In the great hall, a radiant ball of pure energy suspended overhead in mid-air lit the entire area with a beautiful glow of healing and peaceful light. The energy signature of each and every person was transmitted to me as I passed by them. Names were given to me telepathically. Aramus, Aran, Uluna, and Linnu are a few I can recall. Unusual symbols representing important parts of their culture were flashed into my mind. Geometric shapes, spirals, living, breathing shapes floated everywhere my mind’s eye. Adama spoke of rites of initiation, naming one the "Flower Dance" and of coming into the "Rising Circle of Evolution". The entire city had welcomed me as one of their own. Indeed I was one of them. Everything Adama and Arianna told me clicked. I had known all of this before and was just being reintroduced to it. The memories of my life in the Land of Mu before the time of its sinking flooded back. No pun intended! What a glorious realization! I had indeed been one of them.
There are no limits to the heights a conscious human being can reach. When we are ready to shed our concepts of limitation, our evolution to a state of pure consciousness is assured. I have experienced this first hand and it is my wish to pass this knowledge on to everyone who is ready and willing to listen.
This past spring, a lovely female Fox showed up in my backyard. She wasn’t the usual type of animal visitor I normally encountered living in the village limits. I was used to a myriad of wild birds, squirrels, rabbits, raccoons and stray cats. I was in the habit of feeding the wild animals and from the daily attendance in the backyard feeders; I was doing a pretty good job. She visited the big ground feeder in the back near the area I leave wild so the animals and the Fairy Realm will have a natural place to live. She came every day. One day in May during the time when the purple and white wildflowers were in bloom, I photographed her. My heart went out to her, and to my surprise she sent hers back! I was covered with her energy. I felt it in every aspect of my being. How cool was that? I continued to connect with her energy and she told me she had heard about the "sanctuary" and came to see it. She recognized me as the spirit of the Shaman energy. It was time for the reunion she told me. It was the reunion between me and the Fox people energy. Having a great grandfather on my father’s side born to the Chippewa Nation, I knew of my Native-American heritage. I had always been drawn to their culture and the ways of the Shamans. Upon further research, I found that the place where I lived was Fox tribal land at one time. The beautiful Fox continued to visit my backyard every day and we continued to connect to each other. A few days after the first connection, she brought with her 3 Native-American Spirits. The first was a strong Chief energy named Standing Fox. He was tall and lean. He was clad in scant buck skins, a full Eagle feathered head dress, and his ornately beaded chest necklaces were in the colors of black, yellow, red and white. These are the colors of the four directions. This meant he was a powerful Chief and Medicine Man and had the ability to shape-shift. The second was an old, weathered woman wearing a full-length cloak of black crow feathers. She was called Black Crow Grandmother and is a powerful Shaman healer.The third Spirit came in on a silvery beam of light. She was a beautiful young woman. She was totally dressed in white skins with a head dressing and cape of a
White Buffalo head and fur. She is the Great White Spirit and represents the return of the Native–American people and a reclaiming of their powerful energy. I was in awe. The strength and quality of the energy was so overwhelming my entire body was vibrating. I have never been the same. I am continually knocked off my chair when this powerful energy comes in though me for a client of mine and gives them a phenomenal life healing experience. My little Fox in the backyard that brought all of this to me gave birth to two pups. The three of them ran and played in the yard for a few weeks more. The other wildlife in the yard did not seem to mind their presence. We were all living in harmony. She took her babies and left near summer’s end. The ground cover was dying back and it was no longer a suitable place to raise her young. The day she left, she came out of the wild area to eat as usual. I was watching from the window as usual. She never seemed to mind me watching. She looked at me with a very long look, turned and was gone. I haven’t seen her since. Her presence is always with me. I can feel her energy any time I want to. My life has changed forever. We will see how the Native-American energies in my life transform and take shape over time. I am so grateful and humbled because of their presence.