I woke up before dawn this morning feeling very out of alignment with spirit. I said some forgivings, hoping to release some unwanted energy, and asked for help in prayer. But still needing more, I hopped up, threw on some clothes and shoes, and went for a walk in the cool early morning stillness. With my first few steps, I thought that walking around my palm-tree-lined suburban neighborhood did not seem like the spiritual retreat I would have chosen. When I consider re-creating my alignment with spirit, I usually think of being on top of a mountain, by a stream, or in a sacred spot in the forest. But surprisingly today, in just about ten minutes of moving my body while listening to the chirping birds and simply breathing the fresh air, I began to awaken spiritual life in me again. Read the rest of this entry »

The times we are living in are filled with amazingly complex opportunities, changes, information, and choices. Every option is open—multitudes of offerings from a table of abundance, shattering our confidence in history, tradition and ritual as a form of absolute and personal direction. In such a maze, confusion can thwart our ability to trust ourselves. Perhaps suffering from past experiences warns we could use a little help making better choices. It has never been more essential that we have a personal guidance system in place, something we can trust to lead us into safe havens, places where our efforts will reward us with returns such as safety, peace, happiness, and love. Read the rest of this entry »

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When I say Trust Spirit Now, that’s exactly what I mean: NOW—not in a little while, when things get a little quieter, or when you can find a place alone to think. At the first realization that your life feels less than joyful, the time is now to go to spirit for help. That means stop everything, and at least be willing to ask, even experiment, as I did in a most interesting way.

It was about 1998, and I was listening to one of my favorite spiritual mentors, rewinding my car’s tape player, over and over, as I tried to understand the deep spiritual concepts she was sharing. My teacher was explaining that spirit was ready and waiting to talk to me, right then, wherever I was, to give me the guidance I was in need of, in that very moment. She challenged me to test her theories.

Ask for anything that’s on your mind, anything you need in this very moment, and then pay attention to the first thing that speaks to you. My mentor was suggesting I should expect some spiritual feedback within moments.

At the time, I had the road to myself, driving across I-84 in Idaho, with so much wide-open space and little traffic that I could have read a magazine and driven at the same time. There was not much out there I thought could answer the questions on my mind, but I was willing to give her suggestion a try.

It was a time of seemingly unquenchable thirst for truth, as I was healing from a quarter-century of trying to make my life work in a dysfunctional marriage. While I was well advised to stop trying to figure it out and to get on with creating a new life, my rational mind demanded more answers, and my heart wanted some much-deserved peace. So that’s what I asked for—peace. As I tested this spiritual teacher’s challenge, I immediately heard some numbers whispered in my mind.

Moments later a billboard stretched across the fields in front of me, with a large advertisement painted on it, including the very numbers I had just heard in my mind. My first reaction was to discount the possibility that I had actually heard or seen anything, or that either had a message for me. But I quieted that doubting voice, and decided to just see this test through.

I acknowledged and received the reality that both the whispered numbers and the billboard numbers might suggest a message. I ignored all suspicious thinking, and noticed that the very same numbers matched an upcoming exit number. I questioned that for a moment as well, but then turned off the freeway a few miles ahead at the exit.

There was only one way to turn, so I traveled in that direction for a while, watching but seeing nothing that would suggest a spiritual gift. When I finally saw any civilization, I had a flashback to another time when I had been at the exact same place.

Some years before, our family had stopped there for lunch, but that memory did not immediately give me any clues as to why I was being guided there again. I continued to ask for direction, wondering if possibly I was at this exact location to meet someone, to serve someone else, or if someone would show up with my much needed gift of peace.

But none of that happened. I sat there in the exact spot where I had been a few years prior, recalling the day when I had lunch with my family. As I allowed myself to think on that day for a few more instants, I immediately remembered the emotions I had at that previous visit.

Because I was a vegetarian at the time, and because there were few choices to eat vegetarian in the area where we were traveling, my husband had willingly driven about five miles out of his way to appease my food needs at this exact restaurant.

It was interesting to me that I had forgotten all about that little gift, until I returned to the location, even several years later. The memory of that previous visit brought with it some good vibes, reminding me of how sweet it was of him to oblige me without a word of argument, which had pleasantly surprised me. Remembering that about him, I heard a voice whispering, he did the best he could.

In that moment, my distraught emotions about being a single mom lifted, and peace entered my heart. So the spirit guided me miles off the freeway and into the parking lot of a restaurant in a little town in the middle of nowhere—to remind me that I did feel loved once. Wow.

It was as if the good things that happened there, many years before, were somehow still there, like a hologram of me and of that day, vibrating in the spirit space as if it was in present time. I literally drove all that way and into that energy field (the vibrations of my experience there) to find the love that was still there, to bless me as I had asked.

The requested peace came so simply. How had it worked? I trusted, I asked, and I paid attention to what showed up, then listened for the deeper messages of the apparent.

I could have discounted the numbers that voiced in my mind, the billboard that repeated them, and the coincidence of remembering a long ago day in that exact location. But I didn’t. I dismissed all doubt, and later these choices allowed my desired gift of peace to manifest.

That’s how easily messages from loving spirit communicate with us to bless us, by meeting our needs, exactly as we ask at any given moment in time. It is our intended nature to live with God’s spirit as our constant guide.

So you must know that the voice of spirit is here with you too, right now, ready to share with you all the answers to your life’s questions and needs. You can count on this! Spirit speaks in whatever voice you can receive, and especially if you are fine-tuned to your spiritual gifts.

The reality of spirit as a tangible presence is actually more real than those highways, billboards, buildings and crossroads I connected with in Idaho, so many years ago. While the buildings and roads will someday crumble and disappear, what happened to me will not.

In reality, every breath of my life, every interaction, every thought I’ve ever had, still exists—out there in all the places I have been, and in me, within my psyche. All those holograms that paint the picture of my life are still vibrating with energetic life, somewhere just beyond my physical senses, in the paradigm of a spiritual world.

The reality of spirit, again, is that all the abundance of the entire universe is simply waiting for you to ask. So do it, right now, and get ready to receive!

Original painting by Skye Judd.

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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

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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.)