American Gladiators returns !!

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.       

Let the Recently Dead Be!

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.  

    

Gift Cards . . . What’s your pleasure?

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.

Cycle breakers . . . I salute you!

One of the amazing things occurring today is the candid outcry of cycle breakers. Each one teach one but for the breaker of a family’s dysfunctional ways this saying has much meaning. Wearing this title brings with it a loneliness that can’t be compared to any other. Yet cycle breakers seem to be blind by the requirement of standing alone. Why I don’t know . . . its another one of those roles for the few and proud!

If I had a dime for every cycle breaker that I’ve met I would have enough money to pay for my groceries for a month. Whether out of self preservation or an innate desire to aid in the evolution of man, voices are rising to say I experienced ‘it’ and ‘it’ will go no farther than me. This in and of itself deserves praise but many ‘breakers’ forget that as such there will be few if any in the immediate family who understands. Melancholy could and does rise as the search within the unit for someone to reasonably talk to that knows all the family secrets goes on without an end in sight. Therefore, even though these individuals are warriors of light they’re still caught in a form of darkness . . . they’ve forgotten that cycle breaking in a two generational thing. The lessons and decisions of today must informatively be passed on to the leaders of tomorrow in order for a new way of doing things to grow roots.

Without telling specific children the detailed solutions to generational defects, cycle breakers will one day have a slight feeling that all of their pain and suffrage was in vain. Giving birth to the child does not guarantee that they will make certain your branch of the family tree will forever remain altered, if both sides of the situation is not explained and experienced. Ah, that’s where the everyday alliance comes in even during those rough days- remember that children are souls with their own goals. Now I’m not advocating that children are place in situations that they can’t handle but who better know your true beliefs and feelings than that small person that lives with you.

I take much pride in the job that cycle breakers are doing and encourage each that cross my path to keep their sword sharp and their shield near. Yet I am obligated to remind them that God always provide the resources needed to get the job done . . . use them.

So often when one speak of unsung heroes the title of teacher, firefighter or garbage man comes to mind; but for me cycle breakers are the true thing. I salute you!

Angel Lahalel, I ask that you give creativity, love and good fortune to the cycle breakers of the world.

Has the generational bridge been approved for repair?

There is a special bond between grandparent and grandchild which hasn’t quite been scientifically explained or proven.  But one can’t give a relevant argument that a family without influence of a loving elder can sustain as a concise unit farther than the nucleus.  Maybe our past dependency on each other is just recently starting to be missed and that’s the reason that discussions about this void and how to satisfy it are now starting to come to light. 

 

One of the things that kept Americans forward moving was the strength of family that came with developing and expanding a country.  Wild animals, distance between neighbors, low supply of materials, amount of hands needed to work the land and other challenges of the pre-technological age demanded that we stuck together.  Unfortunately, without these necessities the American family began slipping apart and once the men returned from WWII they brought with them the final nail needed to seal the coffin on true understanding of family.  The switch from functional to dysfunctional seemed to be accepted overnight and any resistance was pinched with compound injuries of the civil and women rights movements, Vietnam War, presidential blunders and government assistance with rules that destroyed more than it built.  With so much strife, emotional suppression and upheaval, how could the extended family expect to last 12 rounds?

 

But the dust looks to have settled and before the remaining members of the generation that made it through wars over alienable rights of freedom return to God lets show them that here on Earth just as in Heaven true rebirth can come after death.  I know that there are large obstacles to overcome such as babies having babies, child abuse laws to adapt to, financial greed and misuse, communicative skills and the coming great shift but we can do it. 

 

What about building that quarter or half a million dollar home with grandma or grandpa in mind?  We can cut back on cost of childcare and make certain that children are raise by a family instead of an institution.  I know that our seniors are busy with there own life but is the ultimate development of a society that one will return too more important than taking a turn at an illusion of freedom- and not in the healthy sense.  Don’t have the resources to buy a home of such expense then more the reason to create an independent space for grandma and grandpa that’s near. 

 

I’m human and I stand in my truth and integrity so I know having a physically healthy mom or dad living so close is a thought that can make the hairs on your neck stand but with the mental hurdles that they’ve encountered have compassion for them and keep yourself safe with a zone or buffer.  Sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins schedule time to gather outside of the holidays with the intent of healing self and family . . . if we can schedule a date with our spouse and children we can do it with our extended family. 

 

Bottom line; the main tools needed to build a strong generational bridge are communication, honesty, forgiveness and desire.  Looking at my own family I see these tools to be the most effective despite the fact that this holiday season our bridge is incomplete.  We’re working on it though and can respect the fact that our team effort this past year gives reason for a break to be around our loved ones of choice- well, at least I do.  

 

Jesus whisper in our ear the importance of earthly family.