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.     

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.

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.  

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.

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.

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.