In the fall of 1972 as I began my sophomore year in college, my sister joined me as a freshman, sharing an apartment near campus along with 4 other friends. Janice & I had grown up very close, being only one year apart in age. We were so excited to be together again at school, though we were far from our home in Tennessee. Mother told me later that Daddy cried all the way across that 2000-mile drive home, feeling the loss of leaving his two little girls so far away from him. Read the rest of this entry »

As I was kayaking across Lake Tahoe’s northern shores last week, mesmerized by the intense cobalt blue waters so clear you can see all the way to the bottom—I had an epiphany. I was not entirely happy, and I knew why: I was holding onto a lot of other people’s stuff, and it was sucking the life out of me! As I glided along across the miles of glassy water towards a gorgeous rocky point, I noticed some extra pounds of heaviness—added weight in my heart that did not fit my style in that moment. I knew I had to let go of something in order to return to my own peaceful center, Read the rest of this entry »

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Here I am, sitting on a foreign beach of the massive Atlantic Ocean, watching the waves roll in. It’s La Pedrera, the stones, in beautiful Uruguay. Azure blue ocean and sand and stones—stones that have been here, holding onto the edges of the sand and waters, as far as the eyes can see, for as long, I suppose, as life has been happening.

Feelings of being more peaceful come to me near these stones, as if I too am strong and real and timeless. Being here is a grounding experience, bringing my soul and these rocks and all that we both represent, into a state of oneness. Such a spiritual connection is what I call, simply being. In this moment, I am here, and none of me is anywhere else. I simply am.

Others must feel some of the same connectedness as I do, for this place draws to it what I call the Bohemian types, or those who connect to loving what is, being close to nature and all that the state of being natural represents. Here in La Pedrera, I feel the presence of an attitude of allowing. There is time to talk, to kiss on the cheek, even strangers, to smile with kindness, to be thankful for what is, to relax while working hard. Some people are living with less materially than I am used to, but they have seemingly unlimited capacities to be loving and peaceful, to give from a fullness of spiritual abundance. Even though I am about six thousand miles from my house and family, for some reason, I feel quite at home.

You may wonder what I mean by the expression of allowing I am to be. Isn’t God the Great I Am? Isn’t that a name we respectfully use for the source of all light, truth, and love? Yes it is, and I have a most sacred reverence for God, but I also know my connection to God, and that as His offspring, we are the royal baby I am’s!

We use the words I am all the time—I am happy or sad, I am going to sleep or work now, I am afraid or trusting, I am her brother or sister, I am rich or broke, I am well enough or I am sick—I am, I am, I am. And every time we use these words, we are identifying the characteristics of our perceived being, and planting the beliefs of such in our daily path of how we express as a being.

But it is so much more than the simple use of words. Words are not just literal manifestations of reality. They are a form of energy, of identifying truth, of commanding the elements to create by our beliefs in such. Saying anything after the words I am is a most powerful tool of creation. I am is present tense, present location, present reality, so we must be careful how we use those words, and what we feel when we use them.

How do I use my words and knowledge of I am to connect to God and the good life he offers? Christ said that he stands at the door and knocks. Some have painted this scene as a door with no visible handle for Christ to open the door. It is assumed that the door must be opened from the inside, from the side where we live, while the door represents a state of being shut off from him. But Christ has announced that he is with us, that he is always here by our side, in the very room, ready and willing to help us, that his love is eternal and completely unconditional. That is the gift he offers us. So why would we have to open a door where we are hid off from him? Who did that to us? What is the door that keeps him apart? And why since God is with us always would we ever be anything the least bit less than ecstatically happy? If all the love and support in the world is just here, standing at my door, what’s the matter with me that I don’t simply open the door and ask such love to enter? What is missing? What is my tool of access to this abundance of grace? It’s a matter of simply allowing, and that is the lesson of the day.

Christ taught that we should live from the space of unconditional love, that we are not to judge, that we are simply to be the love, as Christ showed, and leave the rest up to Him. The problem with most of us is that we have forgotten how to do that. How do we let Him/love in? How do we allow this truth to bless us with its gifts?

To open the door to God’s gracious offering of unconditional love, we have to allow ourselves the freedom to just be, like the stones along the shores of La Pedrera. If I stand in this spot on the beach here for another thousand years, I expect the same blue waters to continue to splash over these rocks every day, and the same stars to reflect their same glittering light every night. There is not much I can do to change that course of nature, nor would I want to. It is what it is. And I am what I am.

There are two ways for me to be here in La Pedrera: one is to connect to the loving energy of what is, as with these stones and these kind people, and the other is to be disconnected from the truth of who I am and what life is. To explain, I share this example: as I walk along the isolated beach, miles of miles of unexplored sandy dunes and grasses calling to me, I notice at first a slight bit of fear of the unknown. I don’t like that feeling. It is not my natural state of love, so I ask where did it come from? Is it my mind telling me a lone woman should not be here, that some harm could come to me, that a dangerous animal might be lurking ahead, or that the weather is about to turn and prevent my safe return? Is that the channel I listen to—my mind, with all its stored history and information, freely offering advice without being solicited?

That’s symbolic of how our physical lives are—we identify with all kinds of voices that tell us who we are, that love is limited, that life is dangerous, that we are not worthy enough to have the abundance of love unless we do something to earn it. I thank my brain for it’s opinion, but let me tell you the truth: the doing something that I choose means to simply realize that God is here, now, ready to be my constant companion, with love, not fear. If there were some danger lurking ahead on my walk, the advice would come from a peaceful quiet voice, not from gripping fear. And if I am not sure which is speaking, I just channel in some love, and ask spirit.

Imagine, even for a moment, that love is powerfully real, and that it surrounds you now. Imagine that it is your birthright, that it is what life really is. Imagine how easy life would be if you knew that nothing too difficult will ever happen to you that is not a part of your learning, a gift. Imagine that you will never be alone, that you have angels lovingly advising you and protecting you every step of the way. Imagine that you are loved, exactly as you are, even with all that you have done that was less than the expression of love. Imagine that it is okay to God that you be exactly who you are, right now. Imagine that he/they love you forever, with absolutely no conditions that you do anything, other than just to know and accept this truth. Wow. Wouldn’t that be miraculous?

Life is one big loving miracle! That’s the big aha we all must have—daily, even moment to moment, to live the abundant life that is and always has been standing at the door—the door of your remembrance. Christ already paid for all the suffering, with his limitless loving acceptance of all the suffering mankind would ever generate from his ignorance of forgetting the truth of who he is and what he is a part of. It’s a choice to remember and receive Him. Being with his loving energy is being home. Knowing this, no matter where I am is physically located, I can always be at home.

I am is God, and God is peaceful. Joy is the energy of such a presence, and when I find the state of joy, by allowing it, opening the door, letting go and letting God, then I can ask spirit if it is in my best interest to continue walking down these miles of isolated beaches, and I can make all decisions from such a space of trusting spirit. Why would I want to live any other way?

Everything about this earth as God made it is in perfectly divine order. Man, with his ability to choose, is the only element that creates anything other than order. Allowing I am to simply be is the exercise that returns man to his divine state of order, where all is right with the world, where joy is felt, and where peaceful loving truth can direct my day. Somehow, in the day-to-day world of making a living, taking care of our physical needs, man forgets to return to his state of being, where he can find his own truthful La Pedrera.

So how do you allow I am to be?

Allowing I am to be is noticing the wild flowers growing everywhere down the lanes of these streets, the mother bird who just flew over me with her choice of just the right piece of grass for her spring nest, the sun peeping through the clouds creating glorious strokes of light, and being alive and able to breath it all in.

Slow down long enough to not just smell the roses, but to know the roses as the gift of love they were created to represent.

Arrange your time to allow yourself to become one with the strengthening energy of mother earth, freely offering her gifts of loving being-ness.

Acknowledge the truthful sacred nature of every one you meet, with a nod, a smile, some form of recognition of the sacred nature of God-ness within each of us. Living in gratitude for such abundance of love that is, you open the door to receive unlimited amounts.

Hold a loving connection with your image in the mirror, remaining in that gaze sending messages of joy and gratitude as you remember and recognize the child of God you see there. Don’t be embarrassed at the deep spiritual truth this represents. Stay until you can do it with sacred reverence, until your heart melts to grateful tears with the recognition of the love that you are.

Open the door to your heart and let love in. Let Him In! Receive the gifts of life freely given, long ago and far away, but just as true as if in this very moment. Whether you can believe it or not, it is real—trust me, and trust spirit to confirm it. Allowing Christ in is allowing I am to be! It’s the ultimate state of grace.

My friend, Michael McLean wrote a brilliant modern-day musical depicting some of the intense emotions of allowing Him into your life. I share one of the pieces, from the album Forgotten Carols, a very Christmas-y gift to begin the season of gratitude and love. Maybe you can allow the music of Let Him In to be your mantra for today, and to assist in feeling the state of Allowing I Am To Be.

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For about a dozen years I had the impression to study a certain class—one that was becoming more and more popular amongst truth-seekers such as I. Everything I had heard about the class felt in alignment with my beliefs, but no such class had shown up along my path. A little while back, concerned about my experience with a particular health issue, my exercise instructor shared with me a certain healing group in my town. She even drove me there after class, to show me the way, in case I might get lost. As I entered the offices with her, I was overcome with the impression that those who ran that organization were some amazingly loving people, and I felt grateful to know of their existence.

On the front desk, a calendar of upcoming events was advertised on some papers—some handouts, so I took one. Several different classes for health and enlightenment were offered at the healing center, including ‘the class’, so I jumped at the chance to study the program that I had long been prompted to find.

As the classes began, a few days hence, I immediately noticed feelings of homecoming, being amongst others who were seeking similar truth as I. I feasted on loving truths taught there for four weeks, connecting with new friends, who I immediately referred to as ‘my kind of people’. The class was one that I looked forward to every week, and I knew I would never miss a single one, if I had anything to do with it.

But on the fifth week, as I was driving to ‘the class’, I had a feeling that my time there was almost finished. It made no sense to me, but the burning desire to join with them in that particular course of study was fading. I felt it, and as I joined that class that fifth week, I simply acknowledged the feeling and tucked it away.

On that particular night, one of the ladies in the class shared her personal feelings of hopelessness. As she participated, telling her story, I had a feeling that there was a part missing from her understanding, which I was given to know. I felt I should tell her my impression—an inner knowing from spirit—a hunch, which I thought might help her.

As we were leaving the class, this (European) woman was continuing to bemoan her sadness to another of our classmates. As I approached them, I joined in the conversation. The more my sad friend talked, the more a feeling in me was affirming that I should offer to share my witness of angels being with her.

So I did. I told her that I thought the missing piece was that she needed to know that angels were near. I was surprised when she replied that she knew that, but she could not feel it, and that no matter how much she tried to believe and feel angels near, her hopelessness prevailed.

I offered to find an hour to guide her in a meditation to find peace about her situation.  My new friend was most enthusiastic to accept my offer, and made arrangements to meet the very next day. In that short one-hour of spiritual mediation, we together did in fact see beyond the veil of mortality, into a world of spirit, where her perspective of life changed dramatically, forever. I will share some of what I learned.

As we were spiritually guided into the world of spiritual truth, a vision unfolded that brought with it a very powerful message—the power of remembering. It was complex, yet very simple. The images showed that whenever she spent even a moment remembering her divine nature as a being of light, a daughter of God, an energetic essence emanated about her physical being, like a glow with wings.

This energy was a form of truth, in the likeness of light, also known as the energy of love—spirit energy. In the very act of remembering her divinity, (her divine nature as a daughter of God,) a sweet and radiant truthful light would then shine from her physical presence, as a physical essence. As she radiated the loving light, angels exponentially magnified the energy with their own love, then carried that energy form, that real matter, to the places on the earth where such a loving essence could bless lives. I witnessed the literal energy exchange which occurred from a mother’s prayer to God, as I will explain.

We discovered that my friend had companions in the spiritual realm—two children who had died young. Until this guided meditation, she was in mourning for their loss. But with a new and spiritual perspective of that loss, she realized a heavenly partnership with these children, possibly designed long before incarnating into this life. I witnessed her children actually in the act of guiding her loving energy, as if channeling her love with their hands, like mirrors, multiplying that energy exponentially, and then directing that energy towards her homeland, sending protection to the children of that part of the world.

‘Remember your divinity,’ her children taught—’simply remember from who and what you were created—beings of divine origin with divinity in your soul.’

I witnessed the path of such a memory, a remembrance, from her heart to the hands of her heavenly partners, who then greatly multiplied such loving energy, and then channeling that package of light to do good in the world—good that was consistent with the desires of my friend’s heart—her enlightened heart.

Her life was changed that day, simply by knowing the power of her most elementary and basic concepts of faith—to remember her divinity, that she has a Father in Heaven. My friend now knows her children in a very different perspective, no longer in painful loss and loneliness, but in joyful reunion and shared life purpose. From one simple prayer came a change of perspective of possibilities. She now lives from a place of powerful partnership with heaven, with no more suffering.

Before this eternal perspective was shared, she couldn’t even make it joyfully through a single day, and now with a few moments of remembering her divinity, she can and does send blessings and much-needed change to a waiting world.

That was several months ago, and I have had no sense of any need or desire to attend the class again. While it was loving and powerfully true, my purpose there was not just for me to experience what I call ‘my kind of people’, but to meet the lady from Europe, to guide her towards a more peaceful joyful life, and to learn for myself, the power of remembering our divinity.

If the simple act of remembering, even for just a moment, can send forth such blessings, imagine what can happen when we remain in the peaceful state of celebrating, with gratitude, all that life has blessed us with and all that we are—children of the divine.

What if we could stay in that space for an hour a day? What if dozens of us chose to make such a connection every day of our lives? I believe we would create enough light to heal the whole world.

You are important. Nothing about your purpose or efforts is in vain—it all has eternal meaning. Your prayers are powerful. You are so very loved and spiritually cared for. Now, allow all of this to manifest, by simply remembering!

Even if you don’t believe this for yourself about yourself, try to trust that it might be true. A second’s faith in the truth can send change into a most deserving life. Who knows—many angels may be waiting on your remembrance energy right at this very moment!

My experience with prayer has convinced me that God is real, that he loves me, that all my concerns are important and respected, that everything I desire is waiting for me to remember and ask.

(More to come about my experience with miracles from God and prayer.)