In today’s forward focused, fast paced and outward searching society we rarely take the time to truly stop and do a life review.  To take a moment to turn from all that one is creating in the world is viewed with admiration when in truth it shouldn’t be.  Just as play and rest aren’t given their proper respect, reflection has become something that is done in times of dire necessity.  We must change this fore it is the only way we’re going to both continue in our evolution and provide the support needed for the new God Beings of the great shift.

One of the things I enjoy doing during retreats from the world is writing poetry.  At one time this great love of mines took me deep into the caverns of the music world during the era of the great late Tupac.  As time continued I understood that my love of sharing my deeper feelings, emotions and thoughts were to be done on a lengthier platform.  And although I do so enjoy the many benefits from the art of writing novels (the nurturing and developing stage of Divine Power Unleashed – follow up to Born with Power of the Divine- is supporting me during these final moments of transmutation) I must admit I do dive right back in to poetry when the lighting strikes.

Well, I have been told that I still have a little more time before I am to completely return to my place in the world but I wanted to sneak and share a poem that I wrote.  I hope you enjoy and if there are any questions or concerns . . . ask God while in prayer and (hopefully) reflection.

Medicine Woman

Do you see me?  The strength of God-Force that shines deep?

Just one glance and you can’t forget my smile, my laugh, my original wit

I use to get mad at those who couldn’t see that I am ‘real’

Thankfully, mercifully God strengthen my eyes . . . this flowed to my spine

Now I am confident and tall

Knowing I am Medicine Woman for all ya’ll

Do you see me? The energy of all that is life?

The negative, positive and changes which are deep

I stand connector between Heaven and Earth

I stand, cry, scream- sometimes in meditative concern

Now I share it all

Knowing I am Medicine Woman for all ya’ll

Never would of thunk?  Neither did I; so now what?

As we sit on the cusp of the Time of the End

I commune with God, Jesus, Angels and Saints my friends

And although I wish I bring nothing but good news

Your acts, government and beliefs has created something a little blue

Know this or watch this- I am Medicine Woman for all ya’ll

None see truly what I see . . . huh, I have to depend on the unseen others to breath

Turn not lightly from my face

For I already have my seat next to Jesus on Judgment Day

I came to earth at your request- see my birthmark, the holy cross, on my neck?

On my forehead nice and red is the seal of God- I’m forever in His hands

Medicine Woman . . . I know, I know!

Use to cry a lot wondering why once more I had to suffer this heavy dense

Pushed around, beaten down because of my ‘gifts’

But now in the years of the trinity I see that it was all because I am blessed in deed

So in these last days of solitude before I fully let the world know

I sit selfish and determined to grow and grow

Fore I am Medicine Woman . . . I know, I know!

Archangel Gabriel, please send words that shine light on the offspring of the watchers of this world as they enjoy their last days before being sent to the dark abyss. 

Nothing on this planet, or the multiverse for that matter, evolves and changes without the assistance of God’s Touch.  For those of us who believe that there is no such Being and refer to My Father as nothing more than the local mall Santa Claus there is no need to look far fore HE is in everything.  HE is life nothing more nothing less.  If we once again examine an issue in the frame of micro instead of macro then wisdom can be applied to this knowledge . . . or as my none believing brethren would say, to this claim.  As mini creators we have scientific studies which proves that once we give a thing a name it takes on a life; be that of its own or of our design.  If that’s the case, then is it safe to point out that God is life since life comes from words . . . or the WORD?     

One thing about Mankind . . . we run.  We have our flee mechanism down to a science.  Humph.  The one thing that we often forget during all of our motioning is the fact that we are not faster than God . . . it’s not only our arms that are too short.  There is no reasoning or justifiable excuse for such actions since God has told us that HE knows what we are going to say before it’s said and do before it’s done.  Take for instance our aspiration for hygiene living in order to outsmart germs.  This is a case study of mankind attempting to outrun God’s design.

We have already been told that we will never capture that which our hearts desire and therefore it is safest to desire God. So how long did we think it would take before the entity named Flu would figure out that there was a way around our constant hand washing/sanitizing and non-germ transferring?  Can you imagine the inner discussion that could have taken place?  “Sir, we can’t handle the hot water that they’re throwing at us. We have to retreat in order to fight another day.”  I’m certain that during all these years in which we were receiving flu shots the Secretary of Germ Defense was pushing his underlings to come up with a new way to enter the human temple in order to out maneuver a well known foe.  Just as I am sure that he sits back today smiling at the fact that we humans can now catch the flu from cash handling.

This is interesting if one sits and thinks upon it all.  Cash money still has life before it and I can not think of a way to counter Flu’s recent advancement.  If the WORDS which read: the love of money is the root of all evil, has this recent development presented a window of opportunity for us to rethink our love and admiration of the materialist magician? 

Maybe this is just another step toward alignment with the great shit that’s coming.  I mean after all it’s just money how long could a germ’s rations last on a piece of paper that touches many hands, sit in sweaty pockets amongst other places?

Rochelle, please, again I ask that you help all needing a divine understanding of the use of money.    

Maintaining balance while in the human temple is a most demanding task.  The Word states: that which is in Heaven shall manifest on Earth . . . our inner most secret feelings will/can create an environment that provides the safety needed in order to stand boldly in new truths and integrity.  Could this seed of information explain why those of us who work to maintain our connecting cord of light stumble but not fall?  One of the many ways of God which amuses me is HIS ability to make certain that those with ears and eyes receive the messages and signs needed in order to grow.

As I continue allowing the rebirth of myself, the author of the Newly Released (Christian) Fantasy Novel The Tapestry Chronicles, my firm knowledge on the dealings of entertainers whom help our fantasies spin round has been lessen of date.  Time for such luxury as the completion of all items on my To Do list is currently stretched but when God wants one to receive a message . . . well, whether in a desert, a village or living in Cincinnati, Ohio . . . the WORD will be delivered.  This has been the case for me this week as I’m finally spending less time in the ‘field’ helping others and more time in the ‘office’ helping myself.  I’m constantly hearing two words looping in my mind: water and sound.  Could the message be for me to remember that although I am to spend my existence freeing my soul this can not be accomplished without taking care of my temple?  Is God attempting to remind me that my chamber is made of mostly water- same as that of the oceans?  Or maybe the angels are relaying a reminder that musical sound is only an extension of the beating tone within?

Research has allowed such writers as Sol Luckman to properly explain the knowledge we need to unlock innate wisdom regarding the effects of water and sound on our miniature divine trinity.  And the effects of sound on our emotional health have already been established by our gullible scientific forefathers and foremothers.  Before we were concerned with what went down the rabbit’s hole we were asking What the Bleep?  I don’t know about you but truly I believe that with all this we still have not gained proper handling over these divine powers.  Not a day goes by when I don’t hear a tone in flowery words coming from a place of fear or that I pass someone on the streets who  flat-out present themselves as carriers of pain . . . and I understand that we are in the domain of Satan. 

Although God has promise to take care of fools and children, why are we blocked in such a manner that music is about sexual prowlers and financial slaves; not to mention the fact that we are creating choppy waves within with verbal assaults on each other?  What will it take to get enough people to assimilate the compassion needed to properly channel the gifts that come from true words of love as choruses which elevate and motivate?  Funny, I state this with the self knowledge that I’m in need of a vocabulary detox after recently returning to my private hermit’s shed.  Maybe that’s why the angels are constantly repeating in my ears the words water and sound.

Archangel Raphael, please, spread your green healing energies on me and my brethren on this domain known as Earth.       

Masculine energies have pushed mankind so hard with their inherent expansive nature that an organic spotlight is now centered on their nurturing feminine equalizers.  Could this energetic truth be reasoning behind male territorial divisions which are turning reverse current?  Has the previous ‘bread’ earner’s need to individually control items/tools/people originally blessed and created by God for the whole birthed our scarcity society that’s begging for more?  In order for continual evolution of thought to flow smoothly with the elevation of vibration that’s occurring here on earth we must display a true understanding of alchemy . . . especially in the field of scientific studies since research has aided in establishing limitations.

An editorial written by Eric H. Cline was published last year in the Boston Globe which states that true archaeologist, with true schooling and experience, must step up and save biblical archeology from the crackpot frauds.  Much of the article was written under the cloth of: I’m doing this in order to protect the helpless lay people who have yet gained the training needed to understand what is presented to them . . . its for the people that I say if you’re not one of me then you’re beneath me.  One of the things that I walked away with was a reinforcement of my belief that we have become so willing to pay for acceptance and acknowledgement that a college degree has declined in worth- think High School diploma 60 or so years ago.  But, Mr. Cline must understand that although his intention was to help poor biblical believers not get taken in what he did was force some believers who are in personal relationships with God raise their eyebrow.

From the moment that I started sharing with the hurt that needed comfort I’ve stated that the Holy Bible is a collection of stories with meanings that can/will help in navigating one’s way back home; therefore telling me that Noah’s story is one that has been ‘around’ or that recent discoveries can prove that some of the Book is historically accurate is a display of your misunderstanding of what takes place with me and the One True God.  Since we draw to us people and situations which mirror our inner beliefs then I can also state that the feelings of people who walk the journey with me -either for a season or lifetime- are similar to mines, so, Mr. Cline appears to deliver a questionable yet gentle attack on amateurs following their heart possibly bringing formation to prophetic words shared by angels over 10 years ago.

All true advancements have begun off the backs of amateurs that had nothing to lose but the peace of mind that comes from following that still small voice.  Once the task has been accomplished the final result is shared and passed on to those who do have the training needed to explain what love and faith discovered.  Again, Mr. Cline did acknowledge this fact but not enough to balance his argument; as a matter of fact he continues with reasoning (as only man can) for the reasoning behind the professional archeologist missing in the biblical action.  Snobbery, uncertainty and challenges to religious dogma.  I have an opinion of the those three first snobbery is nothing more that an extension of the belief that obeying the laws of man will grant righteousness; second uncertainty comes from a lack of intimate relationship with the Creator; and finally in today’s society one need not stray far to discover that the religious dogmas of yesterday and today are being challenged.

Still, with all that said there was light at the end of the tunnel for this article Mr. Cline does state in his conclusion that its not about taking the ball and going home but instead an oath to good science and as such the walls of us vs. them must be torn down by moving past comfort zone of published findings and stepping into the realm of TV, radio and internet. 

I’ve said it before things are changing and the norm is no longer so.  If there is nothing else gained from the communication that Mr. Cline shared one will walk away with another piece of the puzzle that will come into focus in 2012.

Angel Megadriel, I tank you for your 1997 message foretelling Mr. Cline’s awareness, circumstances and conclusions.     

Amaziah of biblical Jerusalem displayed that one’s heart can not be in two places, among other responsibilities.  No need for medical degree . . . if one disturbs the self-healing process then affirmed delays and scars will appear.  Although it is in our survivalist nature to crave absolute elimination of consequences born of dark heart, the regeneration needed to manifest an avenue of growth beyond self-imposed limitations can not be discovered until amends have been made.  Man the Individual must verbally apologize for acts of darkness committed seeking mercy and forgiveness from the One True God; innate concerns about the reaction from Man the Whole must be released.  Abandoning childlike excuses and mental side-stepping is the only way for evolution.

The effects of slavery are still felt by the American even if the white portion believes that “things have gotten better” for their black counterpart.  The generation in the process of coming to the earth today understands that this is something which they still must deal with.  Yes this is an issue that energetically remains! Yet the number of states that have officially given an apology can be expressed with the aid of one hand- congrats to New Jersey for being added. Argument lies not with the need to put in words the acknowledgement of ills committed but instead with the roots of the problem which continue to hang on today.   

Hearing words such as those of Republican Assemblyman, Richard Merkt, doesn’t help when an apology for the state’s action is given.  Mr. Merkt believes that with the death of men during the civil war the sin of slavery has been atoned but this thought places him in a position that I’m certain that he wasn’t intending to take up . . . the lives lost during the civil war in comparison to the lives lost from the shores of African to the farmlands of America displays his lack of compassion and true leadership.  It doesn’t take scientific study to know that blacks are still dealing with the effects of bondage especially if one looks beyond surface racial interactions.

I wonder what would happen if we as Americans decided to look at the reality of the situation and accept the fact that slavery is an energetic vibration that must be released in order to stand naked before God- especially with 2012 only 4 years away.  Think of the forward movement which we would then encounter . . . Solomon, son of David, demonstrating what could come from accepting the nature of our sins as they truly are. 

The need filled by deaths, hardships and lost of self that blacks (African Americans) endured is still to be shared, dissected and reconciled with/by all since our country has lived with the institution longer than without.  I’m certain that when the truth finally comes to light and fulfillment of the agreed upon lessons is ours hesitation for talking about American slavery will be as historical as today’s Egyptians speaking of the slavery which built the great pyramids.

Until then I stand in the truth of what it’s like to witness and experience being black and American holding neither personal violation in my mind nor resentment in my heart . . . but I’ve had to deal with the acts of little white minds since I was old enough to be a threat.

King David, please give us the strength needed to admit our earthly trespasses so that the consequences can be dealt with and advancement obtained.    

There has yet to rise momentous converses declaring 2008 as just another year.  Therefore, is it startling to receive confirmations that for many things are already off to an enchanting start?  After much assimilation of the pedagogy for empowered co-creation— even if motivations were born of our true primeval vibrations— we are ready to reap that which we mentally sowed in regards to making this year the year of rebirth of renaissance.  We’re bringing back . . . well; we’re bringing something back- the name of ‘it’ just hasn’t been concurred yet. 

The one event that has had me standing in waiting for today is the New Years Eve performance by the true re-inventor Ms. Mariah.  I sat in awe as she strutted across the stage during the first televised American performance of the year.  Her outfit prompted the gentleman who I watched the entire show with to verbalize his amazement at the black outfit she wore and how much times have changed.  My sentiments exactly! When we include the ‘old wives tale’ which states that which we are consumed with as baby New Year strolls in and take his position at the throne will be the foundational signpost for our individual year . . . I’m feeling good.   

Friends and associates are all telling me their impending feeling that change is here and, according to my mother, now that the New Year is here it’s going to be swift.  Disregard the fact that she still has guidance to bestow upon me- she’s right.  Already we’ve witness a political election in Iowa which has many asking has America become colorblind; it’s obvious by the question that we are already being forced to discuss issues that once were considered idiocy. 

We’re at that point where the final sprinkles of dirt are being tossed on 2007 and some interesting news facts are coming out; subprime as the word of the year and Brittney Spears is dating one of the opposite side of the track . . . at least the last I heard.  New species discovered this year total 2,005 with special mentioning for the Black Sickle Doe [sic] a bird that transforms and dances- literally bouncing on trees and showing glory.  Lynne Spears and her Christian publisher realized that you can’t fool all of the people all of the time along with the truth that what’s done in the night comes to the light so her book on parenting is placed on hold due to her Nickelodeon star daughter getting pregnant. Famed author of Conversations with God has released a new book that opens with a warning due to the threatening nature of its contents.  We’re being pushed.

We are no longer on the cusp of new thinking but smack at the beginning- the numerological associations with this year states so.

Angelic prince Zasriel of Divine Presence; please come forward bearing gifts for man as only you can.  

Man is known to perform many spiritual transgressions . . . after all, while in human temple we aren’t unblemished. Outside of our traits of disobedience and perjury there is only one other key ingredient of True Sin- Pride. Like Hope, Pride refuses to release its vise grip on all that is us; but unlike Pride, Hope want to destroy.

We were not born knowing Pride; therefore, he is no more than an acquaintance whom we meet once we’ve gained a sense of limitations. After forgetting that God still provides on earth as He did in the higher heavens, man finally becomes tolerant of the thought of separation and segregation. Pride knows this, especially since he is allies with Satan himself.

Pride will encourage you to break Commandments of God . . . laughing while you’re at it. Pride will make you place the love of money above all other loves . . . including mom. Pride will whisper sweet tales of rationalization for squeezing into places and positions which were not divinely designed for you. Pride is a jealous kinda fellow who desires that the beam in your eye remains put. Pride loves wars, battles, death, pain, confusion and fright. Pride is a strong component self-degradation!

Yet we wonder why our representatives care not about the global energetic pocketbook. Is it really a mystery why most of our celebrated film, stage and screen stars are trapped within their own perceptions? How did Pride gain entry into the church . . . that’s the long hand of the devil for yah. This man, Pride, has creep into our minds and convinced us to turn a blind eye to the least of us not caring at all if Jesus could be the woman standing at the bus stop in the freezing rain with five children.

But is it possible that Pride has talked us into believing the consequences of our own handling and guiding of souls is not our own? The other day I heard a story about a conversation between an elderly women and the bus driver. The woman confessed her bewilderment for the children of today and wondered why women today weren’t required to have a breeding license once a designated number of children was reached (they couldn’t agree on the specific amount) since this would guarantee that the feeble parenting skills of today would be eliminated. Do I really need to tell you that the bus driver agreed? The young healer that overheard this conversation told me that the entire exchange mad her physically sick since it’s the cycle not the people . . . man’s law not God’s which has brought about a hybrid . My words not hers.

If there is one thing that I wish I could break its Pride’s hold over the lost of love that our hygiene living, technological highways, banks of accumulation and rules of manipulation has created. Yet, once again if that thought is broken down then my actual desire would be to demolish man’s hold on our innate desire to bend the rules to satisfy our immediate want and the willingness to lie about it.

Archangel Zadkiel, please help us to release the pride which is nothing but a lack of compassion for the splinter that sits in the eye of another part of our self.

Only true wisdom is shared and once that happen darkness is picked out and crushed with the same swiftness that a hawk uses to snatch his prey.  Once one thinks that they can pull the wool over the eyes of another who walks in the light of God with lies and manipulation then one has automatically placed themselves up to be struck down with divine light.  Although an enlighten soul fears no man, fore there is nothing on earth greater than God, that doesn’t mean that deception does not stop by.  On the Contrary the openness, trust and dedication to the greater whole of man often place a divine heart in a position where their display of true power is tested.

There was a man of the age of 45 and all his life he was taught to keep trouble and mayhem rotating; a large family he belonged to but each was out to take care of self- his mother wasn’t a mother so he knew no better.  This man who proclaimed his devotion to God (through church participation and dating women with half faith in our Lord) knew nothing else but how to hurt . . . words flowed from his mouth since childhood which took from others- he was a modern day vampire.  Money was his drug and the weak his dealer. 

One day the man came across a hermit filled with abundance and generosity.  Now the man knew that the hermit was kind and giving willing to share all that he had if asked with sincerity and a willingness to listen; so he went to the hermit home with an unconscious intent to take.  Although the hermit was wise to the man’s ways he believed that all whom crossed his path deserved the opportunity to receive the light which is the God-Force.  When the man first went inside his ways were obedient and respectful; he told the hermit all about the troubles that he’d experienced as a child and young adult.  The hermit felt his pain and knew of his troubles well before the man spoke a word yet the hermit knew not that the man was lying.  Day after day the hermit fed the man physically and spiritually informing the man that if darkness was in the core of the man’s heart then it too would come to light and all love which was would be replaced with the fear which is.

Days went by and soon the man had forgotten the lies that were told; checks and balances which he kept in place to remain safe in his mirage slipped by the way side.  And one morning the hermit ran into another that had been mistreated by the man . . . the truth was told yet the hermit remained calm.  Thanking this person and giving blessings for the exchange, the hermit returned home waiting not for the man but knowing he would come expecting to receive what he had always got.  Three days later the man finally came to visit and the hermit welcomed him in, sat him down and gave him some tea.  As the moon rose this night the man began to feel that things had changed and rose to leave but before he could get to the door the hermit gave him a little box and a quaint smile.

The man was well aware of the power which the hermit possessed and his instincts told him that there was something threatening in the box so the man made the decision to bury the box in his back yard never to approach the hermit again. 

Thirty years passed and the hermit never heard anymore about the man again until on the thirty-third day of that year when the sister of the man knocked on the hermit’s door.

“Excuse me.” The woman was fearful.  “My brother passed away three weeks ago; when my cousin and I were digging up his belongings- from his back yard- we found this little box.  I know that this is your symbol and that my brother used to visit you could you tell me what’s in the box.”

The hermit thought deeply- he knew that the sister and cousin were just as greedy and selfish as the brother.  “It is nothing more than what your brother deserved.  I’m surprised that he never opened it.  Oh well, it’s yours now.”  He closed the door saying no more, no less.

When the woman returned home her cousin was waiting anticipating what the old hermit had to say.  Once she shared what was told to her the two sat at the kitchen table debating what they should do with the box.  They decided that they should rebury it. 

Sad, little did they know that the hermit had placed three blessings in there: truth, integrity and joy.

There are many walking today who are like the man, his sister and their cousin; we all know that what we give out we get back three times and those that take and lie are so steep in fear of what will come back to them that when a true gift comes they’re afraid to even come near it- especially if its hidden deep down.  For the few who are like the hermit seeing such darkness giving is an easy way to not hurt anyone and not get hurt themselves.

When will we let go of the “get what you want giving as little as you can” mentality?  When will we stop blocking the blessings that are rightfully ours?  When will we all walk in the belief that no man on this earth can hurt us because no one wants too?  This is such an abundant universe and one would think that after all these years and growth of population it would be known that God can provide for all of us. 

But before such healing can take place a true “stepping in” what we’ve taken from another must be admitted . . . just as the man should have spoken his truth to the hermit.  The effects of slavery are still causing Americans today to live in the fear that someone will take and hurt.  The truth about the manner in which land/custom/people were taken from Native Americans must be looked at honestly outside the frame of comedy and children plays before that healing can come.  Those who built any significant tool used by man today have had to fight to give . . . it still happens sfore the status quo does not go down without struggle . . . and even this elfishness must “stand up” before the healing can come.

So many of us just want to live life as we are- divine beings; yet as a whole we won’t until we convince the next one that this planet is safe while walking in full light.  I always say to be able to stand naked before God is the greatest freedom granted on this earth . . . naked being the key word.  There’s a little box handed to each of us but until we have the strength to open it we will continue to miss out on the blessings that enable us to live as we truly are.  Remember there are only two emotions- love and fear.

Archangel Sandalphon, help us to receive the gifts which God has for us as individual and as whole.

As the Great Shift of 2012 blooms, are you noticing the wonderful transmutation taking place?  Shepherds are being blessed with the facilities needed to witness considerable numbers awakening to Divine’s true power . . . or at least sincere curiosity.  Those whom once laid in beds of demons and devils are now finding themselves in the Bible relearning scripture and experiencing modern day miracles.  Yet, this is not a testament of God’s ultimate Grace fore that privilege belongs to the true generals on the battlefield . . . those who quietly watch as another one learn how safe it is to maintain a personal one-on-one relationship with the Trinity.  It is one thing to undergo this journey of discovering that God does provide for your every earthly need, it is another to watch as someone else realizes it. 

Without the Law of Man looking over the shoulder of God’s Law, heavenly ordained leaders are there as Father sends Archangels Raphael and Uriel to heal generational pain. 

I have moved along in my divine purpose to the point that I’m starting to aid others making it through the rebirth process.  Out of all the phases an Enlighten Christian goes through in their spirituality, the awakening is the most fragile . . . it’s truly the only intersection of earthly and spiritual desires.  This is the purest moment when united mind, body and soul agree to turn away from the dark and give all faith within to the light- and all that’s within is the size of a mustard seed.   If the earth guide isn’t open enough too constantly and willingly take things step by step at God’s pace and check their ego at the door, malformation(s) can and most likely will develop.  That’s the reason why I was very adamant against the idea of becoming a life coach!  But with the influx of energetic change sweeping across our planet I’m seeing that even though this was wrong of me to not be open to healing people in such a manner it was right.

There’s nothing better than watching someone as they are experiencing an answer prayer and when you are the channel that God use in order to do so it becomes priceless. 

I think back to when I was stumbling during my first few steps of awakening, I was told that a good healer goes deep into the darkness in order to escort another into the light which is the Alpha and Omega.  Here it is years later and I see that this doctrine, like many others, is outmoded.  Coming to the light is different than ever before- finally the hard work of those who stood in the face of spiritual disbelief has taken roots deep down in man’s culture.  For best results, let’s continue to desire sharing the wisdom and knowledge available because times are ah changing and transmutation is ah making.  Divine Intervention is now awaked and she’s taking names.

Archangel Raphael, please, help us to regulate our breathing so we can release old patterns in order to receive those which sit on your wings as well as the wings of the Brotherhood of Angels and Men.

Incarnation accepted provides so much freedom from the restraints that comes with being in the world.  Belief in reincarnation is a gift; allowing us the opportunity to embrace our alienable right of celebrating the dead.  Without reincarnation we can not comprehend or truly appreciate another’s return home to the higher heavens . . . at least not in a manner which is healthy for the whole of man.  

Everyone close to me knows that I have a few wishes/instructions for when I die.  First, I’m gonna be late to my funeral . . . no ifs, ands or buts about it and anyone who attempts to make it otherwise will be hunted by me until I return to the earth plane in a ‘new’ human temple.  Secondly, after the final group gathering before the destruction of my current physical form, do not place me in the ground . . . trust me, placing my lump of dirt in dirt is not something that I look forward to considering that even as I write this editorial I’m really fed up with being surrounded by dirt.  Thirdly, due to my said feelings about my empty temple, please, cremate me . . . the faster the better.  Lastly, flush my ashes down the toilet fore the throne in my bathroom has been my place of meditation and prayer longer than I’ve currently been awake.

It is our selfishness which cause us to continuously mourn and cry over no longer being able to spend ‘time’ with someone who once walked as we’re walking.  Our greed prevent us from being able to see that out deceased loved one has made it out of this fight and returned to the Source, Creator, Mother, Father.  Why else would we cry and verbalize our desire to still have them here with us on earth . . . oh yeah, like I want to pass on my opportunity to rest from the war between light and dark which lies deep in the heart of man.  We’re the ones still here battling, keeping our sword sharp, unpeeling the layers which prevents our true light to shine- not them . . . they’re in the light now! 

I’m not stating that grief of loss has no place in our life but instead I’m asking should we include in the celebration the fact that one we love has temporarily left this battlefield behind. 

We’ve all heard the arguments of how clean we have made the entire process of cutting physical ties- one last time to honor the dead- so why are we holding on so tight to a title that was only here for a blink of the eye?  Looking at this from a unified, eternal existence someone who agreed to walk our current journey with us has now returned home . . . have we received that part of our soul that they carried?  Did we return theirs?

Sad . . . we’re looking at this based on direction of the great wizard of oz; viewing the death of our loved ones with mirrors and smoke.  Not me, please, when I die see things as they are and know that I have not left you . . . how could I?  If anything look at me as my son or his wife or someone is closing the lid on my casket and analyze whether I kept my promise to you . . . while we walked earth did I divinely return to you that which you trusted me with when we were both in heaven?  Hopefully the answer will be yes that way every time you’re in the shower or taking a bath you’ll say: I’m glad that Andielle gave me back that piece of my soul which she was holding on too but I’m even more pleased with the fact that she’s no longer here dealing with trying to get some of this dirt off her.  

Archangel Metatron pull out your big book and begin reading the chronicles which are us the individual and the whole.