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.    

Although Change and Evolution are first cousins they are not of the same nucleus unit.  Whereas Change is a constant circle of birth, death and rebirth; Evolution is a forward-moving linear line.  Eyes washed by divine blood easily determine that a lifetime is to change as a soul-existence is to evolution.  There is much truth in the old wives tale which states: Show me a boy at 20 and I’ll show you a man at 70.  We don’t alter we expand.

It was just after meditation when I heard it . . . Eddie Murphy and Tracey Edmonds are filing for divorce.  Living by the Sound Words; I will speak neither of the divorce itself nor of the fact that Mrs. Edmonds was formerly married to a top musician/producer; instead I bring spotlight to the fact that after all these years Mr. Murphy’s decision making process hasn’t appeared to have evolved.  When the world was first introduced to the beautiful comedian with a golden smile and heartwarming laugh excitement was in the air.  With determination and development Mr. Murphy grew to command large audiences for his well received stand-up performances no matter his subject matter- speaking of his coming of age adventures with such tantalizing control that his listeners became paralyzed by laughter.

It was no secret fore we all knew that he had a wondering eye and an undying appetite for the flesh of women.  This is what placed him in a position where he manifested circumstances where he was best not seen granting the all important opportunity for serious life reflection and growth.  This was Mr. Murphy’s golden moment when everything that is us while on this Earth is deep in the moonlight and the shadows which block our change is truly seen in the brightest light.  I for one would think that this would be the case and after a stream of family movies I thought that it was.  The hopeless romantic am I.

Once the struggle was over and the gratitude of finally returning to Hollywood’s A-list released its last drop, Mr. Murphy reminded himself of who he truly is— a man that’s hungrier for the flesh than for the spirit.  A truth state that it is not during hard times that a man’s true character is displays but during times of harvest and as the tickets were sold and checks cashed slowly the Test of Will was upon him and he failed.  First there was the divorce from his wife, destroying an environment in which he could continue learning to trust and love then he was involved with Scary Spice and that created a life that he denied until the parental test proved otherwise.  Two major steps back toward the freedom to chase the flesh.

I believe that somewhere deep down Mr. Murphy understood this and in a classic performance of why only God can cleanse the hearts of men he decided to ‘hook-up’ with Mrs. Edmonds.  Without a true repentance he had no choice but to return to the darkness of desiring something that he can never obtain and since she still had healing to do (she said yes to his mess at some point before the ‘I do’) it was only a matter of time before this union was going to falter. Without the Hand of God he will always be what he’s always been a flesh chaser.

Maybe now that Mr. Murphy has gone through public prying of his life, situations that I know he would prefer to remain in the dark, multiple marriages, children born out of wedlock and even the kids that were conceived as the Word states are now without a father in the home.  Mr. Murphy has gone through cycles of change and still he has yet to evolve. 

But there is still tomorrow; especially if Jesus doesn’t drop by.  I hold hope in my heart that after this divorce Mr. Murphy will sit down with God and discover how to deal with his taste for the illusion thereby limiting the string of consequences to come with his innate weakness.

Archangel Daniel, please heal the heart of those who desire the touch of the flesh over the sight of the divine never to understand HIS meaning of a mate.

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.    

Concurring with the definition provided by the earlier forbidden art of Tarot . . . moving forward from the Magician card to that of the High Priestess yields divinely guided chances to gain introspection; for downloading words from Heaven; feeling the accumulation of spiritual power and developing a deeper relationship with self.  These are the moments in which wisdom is justified and wickedness identified.  As individuals re-plugged into the grid, we have returned from generosity and Love of Unity . . . or God made flesh, to accomplishing our principal task of making it back home to the Higher Heavens brighter than the day we were born. Normally, the question for us would be this: as we stand on a new ledge admiring our newest photo of the true self within who meets with God; are we strong enough to maintain until the transmutation is complete?   Mercifully we exist during a joyous period that’s both informative and ecstatic which comes directly from divine intervention so enjoy . . . relax!

From the first episode I fell deeply in love with the revamped show American Gladiators on NBC.  The courses are the same with the exception of an addition of water for good measure while the gladiators are as tough as remembered with distinct names and heighten personalitie.  I was a fan as a girl so when the show came on last night I made certain that my son had the opportunity to watch and he’s hooked.  As a mother I enjoyed watching my son get drawn into the smack talking, throw downs and fast thinking displayed- before he knew it bedtime was upon him.

Unlike RAW, Ultimate Fighter and other sport shows that lean on the natural hunger man has for witnessing a good fight Gladiators keeps it family friendly.   Safety is a must demonstrating the importance of protection; mouths are clean and mean placing a spotlight on remaining witty even during the darkest moments; crossing the finish line is what counts no matter how behind or ahead you may be and having loved ones in the audience giving support is acknowledged . . . unity.  This is on top of the fact that two former champions, one a male professional wrestler the other a female pro boxer, host with ease keeping the viewers attention during course switches- patience is a virtue.

The prize of a new car, job and $100,000 is a nice touch of measured materialist exchange.  As I sat on the sofa, my son on the loveseat, I realized (once again) that the changing of the guards is now with us in all ways and in all directions.  A beaming smile took my face as my spiritual mother and I watched my son’s face light up upon knowing that both of us watched a “boy’s” show that he was about to watch and we enjoyed that show so much that we were going to watch with him now.  Anything that brings united vibrations to my family -and is uplifting- has my vote.

It would appear redundant to the cleansed eye to state my recommendation of American Gladiators . . . especially since it’s tried and true.

Archangel Gabriel, thank you for bestowing visual entertainment which reminds and unwind.       

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.

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.  

With a renaissance comes distinct development of esoteric thought- a fact that today’s Pharisees are glossing over or afraid of facing. Its entertaining how some forget where they came from once befriend by worldwide recognition. Many of us are sitting on the wall with our popcorn and sodas watching as traditional Christians refuse to acknowledge the great shift that is taking place- even with their histories, doctrines and let’s not forget educational institutions. As I twist my toothpick removing small kernels of corn from my teeth I wonder . . . is it fear of the true respond-ability that’s required of standing in your divine light or just a lax attitude from being snuggled so long in the safety of a state of apprenticeship that’s keeping many bright minds of the Christian enterprise from learning and using their divine power.

When I first started speaking my opinion on how to best deal with another while in social circles, I was amazed at the acceptance and application of my words. Having such a response encouraged me to eventually trust myself enough to tackle channeling The Tapestry Chronicles; with tears in my eyes I admit . . . traditional Christians found my trail of thought a little hard to swallow although not hard to follow or understand. Now that time has harden the foundation that is beneath me I ask . . . why are the mass majority of those whose job it is to lead the many who are spiritually unsubstantial and unsatisfied ignoring the words of esoteric wisdom? Why are they placing limits on GOD and telling HIM that HE will never need to create WORDS for a new way of being? Why are they confused at the fact that the churches are filled but the souls are lost? Most importantly, why are they reminding me more and more of the Pharisees whom swore that Jesus spoke words of blasphemy?

After 2000 years one would think that a Christian was comfortable enough with his/her own doctrine that engaging and exchanging with others could only supply answers which were not provided by the Holy Bible or canonized by the church. After 2000 years one would also think that a Christian living the WORDS of GOD wouldn’t be a puppet of the Materialist Magician. Not that all Christians of today are like this . . . most who aren’t usually come to a realization that they really belong on the sub-camp of Enlighten Christian Spirituality. Remember that Mary, mother of Jesus, belong to a group of such thinkers . . . they were called essences (sic) and after Jesus died there was a rouge group of His followers going by the name Gnostic.

I’ve learned a long time ago that my sword isn’t sharp enough to cut through the locks on the doors on the minds of traditional Christians . . . I love them, learn from them, enjoy them but never, never do I try to convince them to engage in the trail of thought that their could be more than what they think. Besides, usually the smart ones come around and the teacher that they truly need appears.

Jesus died due to the refusal of a belief that GOD keeps HIS WORD and does work through those who are outside of the status quo; after all . . . it doesn’t take a Christian to know how modern man views the Pharisees of Jesus’ day. So after an event that has been foretold by nearly all races and cultures and religions take place how will you- today’s Pharisees- be viewed by future generation . . . will you be an inspiration or a sad topic of religious humor?

Archangel Michael, I call on you once again asking that you give the courage needed in order to make life changes as well as to ask that you bring Archangel Uriel so that he will heal our emotions enabling us to be open to new experiences.

The way things are set up only one “item” can hold a space at any one time- okay there are a few exceptions. But in general God will place only one desire within an allocated amount of energy at one time. How often have you heard New Age/Spiritual leaders instruct their followers to release “what you don’t want in order to receive what you need?” How many times have I spoke these same words within the frame of Enlighten Christian Spirituality?

With the countdown to the designated celebration of Jesus birthday in full swing once again one of the big gifts of the moment is the Gift Card. How this came about I really don’t know . . . remember I spent some years in hiding as a hermit running from the very thing that I’m now doing. Yet, I do have my theory (okay rationalization . . .) since we currently live in a society which demands five to six figures in order to maintain the American standard of living this means more often than not both parents are outside of the house. I’m certain that a self-help author has already explained that stronger relationships with co-workers than with family have become the norm since we spend the bulk of our time at the office. So I ask, when was the last time someone at the office gave you a five/ten dollar gift card instead of some small trinket for their secret Santa gift? For some reason that’s not the norm . . . then why is it for loved ones?

Children have so much that by the time they’re able to shop for themselves mom & dad don’t know what to add to the endless list of belongings. But then again that’s my nice way of saying that most parents don’t know what to buy their children to help them along their spiritual path. So gift card it is.

The family unit is slaughtered and personally I don’t want to be around certain people during Holy Days let along spend time pretending that I know what they need in their lives other than an honest one-on-one conversation with God . . . what about you? So gift card it is.

But none of the aforementioned tackles the fact that without knowing someone you can not possibly begin to know what to buy them of true spiritual significance. We have placed so much of ourselves outside of the home and/or into the fight that when it comes time to follow Christmas custom we’re lost and in walk the little plastic cards. Gift cards allow us to display our love with the one thing that we seem to not be able to get enough of- easy money. For adults, okay, I can bite my tongue with the knowledge that they can at least consider purchasing something that will feed their soul but this can not be the case with children. Children need guidance that’s why we’re their parents. For one to settle on the fact that a gift card is easy and still get the job done . . . remember the easy route is more often than not the wrong route.

How man generations will pass before the norm for the eldest adults is to reminiscence of Christmas past bringing forth the image of unwrapping gift cards that were spent the next day? But more importantly how many will it take before it’s looked upon as sad?

Archangel Sariel, although it is winter we could use your energy this season.