once upon a memory

♥ 17 December 2018 ♥
♥ 6:09 AM Monday ♥
Miracles are flowing into your being, into your wholeness—into your inner-outer universe—making positive changes throughout your entirety. Embrace these changes, for the healing spirit of transformation is flowing through them. And this healing vibration, that is flowing through these changes, is also flowing through you, for you are at one with the spirit of all things. Celebrate your truth as the universe celebrates itself, for Good things are right in front of you.

Thank you so much, everybody. I love and appreciate you all...with all that I AM.
Just as we LOVE and appreciate your total Allness.
What light code messages are we transmitting and expanding now?
Breathe slowly and deeply as you allow LOVE to guide you to your answer. 

​Ahhhhhhhhhhh...BIG transformational chills. I love when that happens. One of the messages is about fully embracing the gift of our new beginning---celebrating the entire journey, including all the bumps in the road, while we are in the process of finding our new path. The other one is about dissolving our self-created illusions by shining our inner light on what is. These are pretty big messages, everybody.
Yes. They hold layers and layers of meaning for anyone who is experiencing transformation to the nth degree—that would include every single one of us.
YES....It's possible to get so caught up in the details of “getting there” that we lose sight of the bigger picture, thinking we are lost.
Because we try to make sense of the things that make no sense with the limitations of the logical/rational mind.
I have never thought about it that way until now.
Awareness is a miraculous thing, Dear One. Those of us who are aware of the manifestation process as it is unfolding itself, feel comfortable not needing to know the details of the divine and perfect plan. Unawareness offers us the opposite experience.
I have been in both places, as you know. I would choose awareness over unawareness any time.
Sometimes we are not aware that we are in a place of unawareness, Dear Heart. During those times, it is very difficult to trust the miracle manifestation process because we have lost faith in the divine order of things. When we lose faith in the power of LOVE, we lose our self-confidence because our inner compass is nowhere to be found--or so we think. Believing in ourselves during this highly important transformational time is key to experiencing forward movement in all respects. If we lose sight of who we really are, we cast our inner shadow on the bigger picture as well. We must remember that our inner and outer world are inextricably linked as one. If we do not believe in ourselves, if we forget our true identity, we are saying to the universe, "I do not trust you to take me to where I desire to go. I have no faith in the divine and perfect plan you have designed for me. I do not believe that you know the way to the realization of my dreams."
This is a very small, fear-full space to be in, a place full of unanswered questions that keep multiplying for as long as we perpetuate the self-created darkness.
So what is the answer, then? How do we pull ourselves out of this dark world we have unknowingly created so that we can see the light-filled path that will lead us to the realization of our dreams?
Your answer lies in your question, LOVE. You allow yourself to dream. Dreaming is an act of creativity. It is magical and miraculous as it brings us to a place of positive and infinite possibilities. It is a childlike state of being that invites us to set miracles in motion--through the power of believing. This is our new starting place, where our free spirit can come out to play...where we are free to be our inner child and our Highest Self, at the same time.
You just reminded me of something miraculous that happened yesterday. This may sound totally and completely unrelated to the conversation we are now having, and to the messages that have chosen me for now as well, but I feel a deep connection with all of it.
Go on, LOVE.
I have this beautiful shirt. It's gold and soft and I love how it feels next to my skin. I discovered a little hole it it, near the breast pocket. At first, I was just going to sew the tiny opening closed. But something stopped me from stopping there.
Inspiration.
Yes. That's exactly what it was. I have very few memories of my childhood, as you know. The mind is a powerful thing, and apparently, my mind used its power to protect me from remembering and reliving past events I would rather forget. But a memory managed to find me yesterday while I was holding this shirt in my hands, a memory sparked by a conversation I had had with my mom about a week before. For some reason we were talking about how much fun it is to be creative.  My mom reminded me of a pair of jeans I had owned as a teenager. Rather than leaving gaping holes in the pant legs, I decided to patch them. And on top of those patches I decided to embroider colorful and intricate designs. I had forgotten all of that until my mom brought it up. I envy my mother's memory. She can recall every detail of her past with such clarity. For the most part, when I look back, all I can see is one big blur. Anyway, back to my miracle.

As I was holding this shirt, for no apparent reason, a very clear memory slowly surfaced from the depths of my mind. I saw myself as a young girl. I was with my grandmother, "Nina". And we were at Woolworths picking out what would be my first embroidery hoop. In my hands were skeins of embroidery thread, the brightest, most beautiful colors I had ever seen. Nina told me to decide which colors I wanted, but I couldn't make a decision because one skein was as beautiful as the next. I was thrilled when she said I could have them all.

When we arrived at her house, she sat down with me and taught me all kinds of stitches. Hours went by while I practiced, without being aware of the time. I was so caught up in the magic, then, that I am now wondering if I was in an altered state of consciousness, a different dimension.

Yesterday, I felt my grandmother's presence while I was reliving this precious memory. As I threaded my needle, not knowing what I was going to create, and wondering if I could even remember how to do the stitches properly, I felt her spirit touching mine in a way that defies description. In that moment I felt guided to turn on the radio for inspiration, so I plugged it in and set the dial to the classical music station. I gasped the second I recognized the song that was playing because I had shared that piece on Facebook the day before, having no idea why. As I sat there listening to this healing music, I remembered it was one of the pieces my grandmother had introduced me to when I was little--Vivaldi's "Four Seasons." In fact, it was one of the songs I used to dance to, in the middle of her living room, with a colorful scarf draped over my head.

At first I couldn't remember how to do any of the stitches. But as I tuned into my grandmother's spirit, memories started floating back. Then, my hand started moving and my needle started to push its way through the fabric. And, before I knew it, the little hole in the breast pocket had completely disappeared. Now, in its place, was a flower that looked as if it was dancing in the wind, multi-colored seeds exploding from its center in all directions.

It was such a magical experience, being creative without knowing where I was going to end up, feeling comforted by the transformation process and at one with it at the same time. I love experiencing the joy of giving my imagination full reign, letting go of the reins and giving Spirit creative license.
And you had the opportunity to visit with your beloved grandmother.
Yes, Spirit blessed me with a miracle.
Creativity is where you would to go to heal your "broken" spirit—how you began to mend the so-called holes in your wholeness and holiness.
It was my favorite place to be, then. It still is. 
We are all on a magical and miraculous healing journey, Dear One, and we have all come so far from where we used to be. At the same time, we must remember that our inner child...the highest creative aspect of our being, still lives and breathes deep within, and still needs to be comforted, nurtured and fed.. For it is this divine aspect of ourselves that creates new ideas, new plans and, ultimately, new worlds.
That is where my memory transported me, to a new beginning, the beginning of a new world.
Your grandmother gave you a priceless spiritual gift, Dear One. She inspired you to be creative. She encouraged you to believe in yourself. She helped you to remember what we all need to remember...who we really are.








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