I have always been sensitive to the presence of love in the form of angels watching over me. I don’t know why I have been so blessed, but it makes me happy to experience such a reality. Love in the form of angelic presences seems very beautiful and sacred, even an honor to my spirit, which in my innocence, I simply choose to accept and enjoy.

Sometimes the presence of angels is so real I sense the need to keep my beautiful music on and playing when I leave my house, as I feel my angels near, and I want them to stay and enjoy themselves while I am gone. I sense this makes them feel wanted and honored, appreciated and loved, which seems to allow them permission to remain and continue offering their blessings.

I have become aware of the availability of such heavenly help in many other ways. When I mail an important letter, I don’t simply drop it into a mailbox, but also into the hands of a spiritual courier, whom I ask to make sure it arrives safely and on time. It always does—no additional insurance required! I have learned to trust my spiritual courier with complete confidence.

When I leave my car full of packages sitting in a parking lot, I ask a spiritual presence to protect it in my absence. I don’t leave until I get the feeling that my guard is on duty. He’s always there when I ask—my spiritual butler. He does all kinds of errands for me—anywhere I need an angel to help.

Last night we parked our rental car on a side street in Tulum, Mexico, and I asked my spirit guardian, as always, to please keep it safe. This same presence had protected our keys and personal belongings at a public snorkeling site earlier in the day, and I had noticed that he wanted me to know that he would be there for me, even before I asked. As we walked away from the car last night, I decided to share with my husband a feeling that had come to me earlier in the day: I had realized this spiritual butler of mine, always willing and ready and able to serve me, looked and acted a lot like my Dad.

It was just a thought, but even the thought made me smile, as I knew my Dad would love such an assignment, if in fact that was his job from the other side.

As I went to sleep last night, lulled by the constant calming waves of the Caribbean waters on our private powdery white beach, I felt safe and loved, even grateful that I had felt the possible presence of my father during this particular day.

In the night, I awoke with an intense and vivid dream. I was with my father, and he was alive. I had chosen to care for him, even though he was crippled from a stroke. I loved being with him, sharing ideas and beliefs, and giving him the care I knew he deserved, which I only wished I could have given him in life. In this dream, I asked (God?) if I could keep him with me all of my life, and such a wish was granted. I delighted in carrying his frail body wherever he could not physically take it himself, showing him interesting things that made him happy, and being able to serve him made me very happy too. The joy of this loving service and connection to my father had awoken me from my sleep, so that I could capture all of the essence of its many messages. And then I returned to rest some more.

As I rose again a few hours later, looking out over the calm turquoise sea this breeze-less morning, I realized that if he were alive, today would be my father’s ninetieth birthday. He died eleven and a half years ago, and while I know his body is dead, I happen to believe his spirit is alive and busy, possibly serving from the other side. What a loving thing for one to be able to do when this life is over!

It’s no coincidence that my father would choose to keep me safe, if in fact he did have a choice in the matter of his heavenly assignment. Being safe was a big deal to him. I didn’t know why until years later, but my father was always locking up the house, telling his girls how to keep their purses from being stolen, and teaching us how to stay away from danger in every possible way and place. Sometimes it even made us laugh at his paranoia about safety, as we girls did not seem to share his depth of concern.

My father had served in the war, probably facing death every day for several years, but coming home for Christmas sometime in the mid-1940’s without a wound. As he traveled home with a buddy from St. Louis, he spent the night at his buddy’s home before continuing on to his in Knoxville. Several days after arriving home with his own family, he received the devastating word that on the night of Christmas Eve, someone had broken into the house of that same buddy, robbing them and then killing every one of them.

I had not heard this story until long after my father’s death, but I cannot imagine the terrible sadness it would have caused my father to bear, as well as a lifetime of fear of being hurt by a possible offender, completely outside of my father’s ability to control or prevent. Perhaps the war itself caused some of this same fear. As a child, innocent of the realities of war and crime, I could never have known the intensity of my father’s need to protect.

If I wanted someone to care for my things, to insure my deliveries, to keep me from harm in any way, who better to come to my aid than my own personal body guard from the other side. Who would lovingly serve me better than my own dear father? If there are opportunities to serve as angels when we get to heaven, this is exactly what he would have chosen. Such a gift is sweetened by my own recognition and acceptance of the possibility of his spiritual presence. My faith in such spiritual guidance allows me the courage to ask for any help I desire, as well as to enjoy the gifts such service brings in peaceful ways to bless my heart.

According to many spiritual sources, we are living in times of increasingly more difficulties—more troubles, more hardships, more trials, more deceivers, more of men’s hearts failing them. Never has there seemed to be a greater need to strengthen one’s heart—to build one’s faith and love. Daily time with the spirit is, in my opinion, no longer an option—it is essential. Now is the time to ask for guidance, to seek for truth, and to notice what comes in so many varied ways, even in the recognition of loving service from the other side. Thank you Daddy! I love you! And Happy 90th Birthday to you!

1970–hugging my Dad after winning Miss Teenage Contest

Please enjoy a walk with spirit today and begin strengthening your own spiritual heart sensitivities by listening to one of my guided meditation audios in the mediation section of this website. Sending my love from the Mayan Riviera!

I don’t think any words evoke more emotion for me than these: going home. At age eighteen I left home for college in another state and probably never got over the loss. I returned for the first two summers, then I moved away forever, going home to visit only rarely after that. Being married, having children, creating a new life, I moved on, but the place I knew as my original home still tugs deeply with cords to my heart.

To me, home means perfection: the place where I am supposed to be, safe while doing what I am supposed to be doing, with help and guidance from others who are here with the responsibility to help and guide me. This could be described as the state of belonging and purpose, maybe even like being peacefully pampered in a spa, and like all those nights snuggled into my bed as a child, knowing I was safe from all the troubles of the world. Home was the place where I could rest, knowing someone stronger and wiser was there to take care of everything.

My life at home as a child was not perfect–not in the least. We had all kinds of drama and trauma, just like the rest of you. But we were close, we cared, and we did our best. No matter how difficult or easy those experiences may seem, home is still the state of mind that reminds us we can curl up and safely settle in, knowing we are exactly where we belong.

As an adult, I have often felt a longing to go home, but home is no longer there. My parents have passed on, the house has been sold, and only memories and photos remain. I have sought to create a new home with the people I love, and to feel that all is well in that setting. But something inside me has always wanted more. And gratefully, I have found it.

I have discovered a home that is always warm and comforting, always near. After years of seeking, the place I now know as home is no longer a destination or a house or a family–it is the place in my heart where I feel God’s love for me and where I have learned to know and love myself! Being guided by the inspirations and closeness of God, as well as magnificently loving teachers on earth and in heaven, I have experienced the peaceful satisfying feeling of being home. I have spiritually traveled into my own heart space, and being there, near to heaven, I have literally seen myself through the eyes of God, which has made quite a difference in how I now experience the peaceful satisfaction of being home.

Have you ever considered the process salmon go through to swim upstream to lay their eggs–to go home? After spending up to five years feasting in the warm waters of the Pacific, the adult salmon return to the place of their own birthing in fresh-water streams as far away to the north as Russia, Alaska, and Japan. How they locate these birth places is still something of a mystery, though their accuracy is most impressive.

Many salmon will die on this journey, and those that make it often arrive battered and bruised. They must travel against the flow of water for the entire journey, and this includes climbing up waterfalls – a breathtaking sight to behold.

After spawning, their purpose fulfilled, they die where they were born. It is fascinating to consider such an amazing effort these creatures make to return to their original roots. That’s how important going home is to this and many other migratory species of wildlife. They give their lives to honor the inner longings to return home.

So how does the concept of migratory salmon tie into your life? Compare your own experience with the salmon’s determination: do you make such a complete sacrifice to get yourself to the place of your origin? Where is your origin? Heaven? Heavenly Father? Who are you, really, spiritually? Where are you really trying to get to when you consider going home?

As I work with people from all walks of life, with all kinds of experiences, I notice there is one thing in common: everyone is trying to go home. The problem is that they don’t know where to find it. People are looking outside of themselves, wanting others to complete them, wanting situations to make them whole.

Love for self cannot be found outside of ourselves. No one can ever give us enough to make us feel that satisfying feeling of being home—home with self. That is a job we each have to do for ourselves. Being one with our heavenly origins, our original family, is the only experience that will do.

I would like to assist you in traveling to the space of spirit where you may experience your heavenly connections, where you can take a look for yourself at the creation of beauty you live with twenty-four/seven–the real you! When you see yourself as you truly are–a worthy, perfect, and divine child of God–you will indeed finally know the constant, satisfying presence of being home.

This guided meditation is whispered from a connection with spirit, so find a quiet place where you can be alone for about thirty minutes. Before you begin the meditation, send a prayer heavenward, asking that you may find what you need at this time. With that clear intention stated, click on the recording, and travel home now to be with your own heavenly origins.

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.

In the summer of 1999, I spent a week in the heart of the Grand Canyon in a lush and rare shangri-la called Havasupai. People go there to enjoy the magnificent turquoise spring waters that flow through the red rock valley, creating breathtaking waterfalls, pools, and eventually meshing with the Colorado River. People also gather there to meditate and to seek spiritual experiences.

With a group of single adults, most of whom I did not previously know, I shared a private campsite, catered meals, and guided walks by a native shaman. Each one of us had our own ways of spending time with the elements and with the spirit there, on the many different levels that each would choose. While most of the others used what I call ‘plant medicines’ to travel into psychic visions meant to enlighten and heal them, I went alone into spirit through the exquisite creations of nature found only in such a place. I found my answers to life’s questions through spiritual highs as I connected with the precious spring waters and sheltering rocks and trees, magical dragonflies, sounds of stillness, grand and hallowed earth formations, whispering angels, and God. I needed no additional assistance to take me to my euphoria, as this is the dimension where I had already spent much of my life.

Shifting into spiritual communion is to return to the most natural state of truthful living—connecting soul to soul—my soul to the soul of all light and love and truth—my spirit to the wholeness of spirit, the source of truth that created it all in the first place. For me, to be alone in nature is to find my happiest connection to a celebration of all that feels like home.

As I observe life from my own peaceful garden, I notice that this is perhaps what people are seeking when they make some very destructive choices, when they seek a high from illusions that can never bring such peace. These impostors do create a shift in energy, and take one to another dimension, but it is only a disappointing lie in the end. I speak of such choices as over-eating, illicit sexual activities, illegal drug use, a need for an energetic shift through caffeine and alcohol, and destructive personal empowerment through the voices of angry music. I see people observing life through others, spending their free time on a couch watching TV or the computer screen, vicariously living through others experiences without a clue for how to get in touch with their own. People who make these choices seem desperate to feel anything, and grab whatever is available with little effort to seek for the real truths that lie just a little deeper than the obvious.

What people seek in life is to feel better, to feel alive, to feel the truth about themselves, the world, and to enjoy a feeling of belonging in it. How they get there is entirely up to them, as they explore the plate the world dishes up to them, and make choices accordingly. And when that doesn’t work to make them feel the connection to peace they are craving, eventually they find the need to take the leap of faith to explore the world of spirit.

You may not consider yourself one of those who subscribe to self-destructive addictions, but ask yourself these questions:

In what way am I choosing to deny the abundance of light and truth that would allow me to live in greater joyful contentment, now?

And what am I waiting for to begin living from the space of spirit now?

What do I want/have/need to do that I can’t figure out how to do?

Whatever is on your mind and heart, whatever is in front of your face, right now, is the next step on your path. It is here to teach you lessons, to bring you experiences, to enlighten you, and eventually, to guide you home. Just notice it, and start there. This is where guidance waits to lead you to truth, which is the door to those spiritual highs we all must have.

Begin by asking about it. Pray to God, or just start talking to the air if you don’t already know how to communicate with God, but still you can practice exercising a little faith that someone is listening. Your answers are already within you now, and can be accessed as your spirit is connected to the whole vast world of spirit/God—where all truth and knowing has all the answers. Your assignment is to awaken spirit within yourself, and your teacher is whatever is coming up for you right now.

People always ask me how I get to the spirit, and why it seems so simple to me to live in spirit. Since this has been a lifelong pursuit for me, I seem to be able to go there almost instantaneously, and perhaps live there more than I should. I do not want to underestimate the effort required initially, even though I believe the way to spirit does not take much effort. Rather, it is more about stopping the effort, and just noticing the spirit that is already with you. The process is more about stripping away what is not spirit, to allow the lovely energy of spirit that is real and present to be recognized, remembered, and allowed to share its glory with you! This process is the major gift of the atonement, which I share in detail in my book, Trusting Spirit Now, and which is the culminating experience with spirit that we each can and must know for ourselves.

To begin exercising your spiritual awareness muscles, I will refer you to simple processes that will awaken your remembrance of such. To get to spirit, ask yourself what kinds of things take you to the higher levels of peaceful, joyful living. What do you do or where do you go that creates the shift in a positive, blessed way in you?

This energy-raising experience can be found with earthly elements such as flowers and trees, animals (including pets), water, rocks, sky, fresh air, sunshine (I believe spirit is what sunbathers are really seeking), fragrances (including essential oils)—anything of God’s abundance that delights your awareness. God gave us the earth to bless us. I feel spirit in all of these, and especially when I have my gardening hands right in the dirt with its produce.

You can raise your vibrations with experiences of the body, such as exercise or fasting or choosing to eat only high-frequency foods, all of which push your body beyond its apparent limits by exercising your spiritual will—mind over matter, allowing your own spirit to be in charge, which in effect causes it to be ‘supercharged’. Such discipline comes from your spiritual self, so any use of it allows your connection to spirit to be increased.

You can feel spirit with connections to the arts, such as poetry, movies that uplift the soul, by celebrating the beauty of visual arts, and especially by participating in artistic creations of your own. Music has immediate power to connect one to spirit, with its combinations of sound vibrations that resonate with the deep truths of the soul, added to lyrics that share messages from the heart. Keep some organized files of music that you know you can depend on to raise your vibrations when you are suffering from a loss of spirit. Whenever I play the piano, sing, paint pictures, or cook with natural ingredients and joyful creative energy, I find spirit.

Reading words of truth or observing creations from truth, praising beauty (God) in any form, we can connect to spirit, which will always bring the blessed comforts we cannot afford to live without.

One of my spiritual mentors had a favorite question he would ask when I began sharing my tales of suffering: How much time have you spent with the Lord today? Even though I always knew that was what he was going to say, I still felt the need to pour out my woeful story to him first. It took me months of this routine before I realized, why don’t I just take my load to the Lord in the first place?

Spending time with the Lord is glorifying to my soul. It feeds me on a level that raises my spirit to His. If I am out of practice, this may take a while, even a few hours of staying with the gifts of God’s spirit in nature or scripture or prayer or anything that connects me. Later on, it may only take a verse and a breath to bring me immediately home to him. But once connected to this majesty, I can go through my day and handle anything, with joy, with peace, with satisfaction that life is indeed very good.

Finding spirit is the act of remembering. Remembering God. Remembering that I am a part of God. Remembering that I am very unique in purpose and love and a part of royalty. Just remembering this, I act like the princess I am, and do not make destructive choices. I make choices that increase my aura of love, for myself, and all of those whom I serve. Maybe when that craving for chocolate hits, I could take a moment to go deeper, and know that what I really want is a ‘spirit fix.’ A moment of meditation with a sunset might serve me better. Whenever I think my body needs some attention, I ask what my spirit needs and feed it first.

Using some of the tools listed above, with daily use, just a few minutes of spiritual connection to God’s grace can lift your soul to heaven, and keep you there while your body does its thing in the earth sphere. This is bringing heaven to earth. This is living in the world, but not of the world.

Once with spirit, you will feel guidance, promptings, nudges to act or speak in certain specific ways and places. Follow these hunches immediately, and soon you will be speaking with God and his angels on a regular basis. Don’t worry that you might be crazy. To find your heart (spirit) space, you do have to lose your mind (stop thinking from your history.) Spirit is the place of miracles–pure godly creation, not the same old, same old ways of the brain.

Serving as God directs is being one with him. As you find spiritual connection with God, and as you listen for that communication and guidance, and as you act on what you hear, feel, see, or know, oneness with spirit will be your greatest joy, making life all that you ever wanted it to be.

That is the beauty and gift of trusting spirit now. With my love, Judy

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.)