Aug 21

One Week Later

Although it has been one week since Erin passed, she was gone long before then. I could look at her and tell. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself because I wanted her to come home so badly. I feel better than I did a week ago, but I do not feel good. I have a deep sadness that physically resides in my chest where my heart chakra is. I’m also breaking out with candida on my skin again, and have the makings of a chest cold. The bike rides have been nice, but this morning I was literally nauseated when I came back. I’m beginning to stress about the every day stuff that I have been neglecting, but I am paralyzed part of the time I am so depressed.

With my emotional clearing training, I understand in my mind 100% of what I am experiencing and I know all of the stuff a therapist would tell me. Granted, it all sounds sort of stupid now that I am on this side of it. There is really nothing that you can do for grief. Grief is held in the heart chakra, and it permeates every cell of the physical body and the entirety of the emotional body. For all I know her spirit is already reincarnating somewhere. She is fine. I am not.

Everything reminds me of Erin. The commercial for The Voice just came on. She loved that show. It was one of our family shows. Everything has remnants of Erin…where she has been, where she wanted to go, what she did and wanted to do, things she loved and things she hated. Right now, I’m sitting in her seat at the kitchen table typing this on her laptop she got for her birthday last year. Just logging in, I see Olaf for her profile picture, Tinkerbell for one background, and a cute little kitten for her desktop wallpaper. The Windows 8 photo folder scrolls to two pictures of her she must have taken. I know I need to call Valhalla and ask about an original picture we gave them that I need back, but I am avoiding the reminder.

Last night I saw a bell pepper drawing on Facebook that one of Erin’s friends did for her current art class. It was very good, and I just kept thinking how Erin would have been drawing along side of her. She loved to draw and took some art classes from the Huntsville Museum of Art, and she also took every extra art class that Hampton Cove Elementary ever offered. Drawing, painting, any type of crafts were right up her alley. She did her last crafts from her hospital bed – a door hanger that she decorated with princess crowns and she drew her name on it.

I’m afraid that I am forgetting what her voice sounded like. I hear glimpses of it from time to time but I know that the sound quality in my mind’s eye is off a bit. I hope I find some recordings. I wish I had saved something. I am sure I will wish that a lot in the coming years.

 

Aug 20

Hmmm

I was just typing a thank you to someone and was about to ask if they thought maybe in a few weeks, if they could come help me go through Erin’s room and begin to – I guess dispose of – her things. I no more got the word “things” in a short sentence typed out than the entire laptop shut down. Fully charged, plugged in, screen went to black and I heard a click and it was off. I guess Erin isn’t ready for me to do that yet? Well that was a clear message to me anyway.

Shaun and I went on a bike ride just now. I’m still off work for now and it was a nice way to exercise together. But all along the bike ride were memories of Erin. She loved to go ride bikes, and did it with her dad more than the three of us or myself alone. They used to ride around McMullen Cove and ride to the old silo, up past the pool, really the entire route we took. She had a really cool Monster High bike, but she was so tall (5′) that she grew out of it. Plus some of the terrain was rough on that bike, so Santa brought her a teen sized mountain bike for Christmas. She rode it a handful of times, mostly since when her back was hurting the bumps made it painful. She and Simone Howley did take both bikes around the Coventry pond out here, though, when Simone would come over. I guess maybe I was too hard on them, but there are construction workers all around and I had to tell Erin a very firm NO the last time because I was worried they would get snatched. She really enjoyed it though.

I guess that is all for now. Just memories that came to mind after the shut down.

 

Aug 20

Erin’s Memory Blog

Hopefully  I will be able to write daily about my daughter Erin Alyssa Canter, who passed away on 8/14/2014 at the age of 10. I want to be able to share her with others, and to help myself remember her. So here is my first post. I need to take some time but wanted to make a place holder for this one. The posts will be casual and train of thought. If I happen to write an actual article posted somewhere else I will post the link.

Sorry, but I have so much spam on the site I have to make people register and be approved for comments. So please put a little note in about why you want an account if you do want to comment. And thanks for wanting to read about my baby.

Jul 07

Land of Confusion

This is starting out sort of funny to me. When I got the inspiration for this article, it hit me rather hard. That was last week, and just now when I decided to write it, I no sooner got the title typed than a damn fly started buzzing my head. I didn’t even know I had a fly in the house, hadn’t seen one, and yet here something is “bugging me.” Sort of comical, but I also see that maybe I have hit a nerve somewhere!

I don’t know if any of you are fans of the Genesis song “Land of Confusion.” There is also a nice remake, but I still love the original. I rarely hear that on the radio, but heard it the other day on my way to an appointment. After my initial “Yay!” thought, my next thought was crap, this song is going to make me cry. Music affects me that way. It just touches my soul. But I was determined to sing through it anyway, hopefully without crying off the makeup I had put on for the appointment. But I digress…

My mind races 100 miles an hour all the time, and as I was singing I suddenly thought how odd it was that this song says nothing about confusion except for the chorus. It doesn’t even allude to confusion really. So I mentally asked Kem, my higher self, what’s up with that?, and in a flash I got the answer. He showed me the story of the Tower of Babel, where the languages were confused, or confounded. And I realized suddenly that that story was not about language at all, but about what lies in a human heart and mind. Confusion was indeed created, but in the sense of disagreement and such among the people. Think about it – you don’t have to speak the same literal language to recognize what is in someone’s heart!

Now I don’t know what the songwriter was getting at in Land of Confusion, but that’s not the point. The point is that the song was spot on for what was being shown to me. The song talks about war, abuse of power, not enough love to go around. If you really think about the whole creation myth where humans were kicked out of paradise (i.e., love), their language was confused (i.e., hardened hearts), it indicates to us a systematic shut down of the heart chakra of the HUman animal on this planet. The stories link it with the acquisition of knowledge (wisdom), both in the acquiring it (the apple) and the using it (building the Tower).

Going back to our galactic history lessons, we could take this in a few different ways. First, it could have been the misconstrued legacy of the story of balance. We have learned time and again of the races who are heart centered, versus the races that are centered on the mind. During the Galactic Counselor workshops that I attended (the original and the follow up to that), we worked on templates to show the logical races the value of emotion when coupled with logic. We remembered the danger and damage created when one only uses emotion as well. Perhaps these stories were, originally, the allegories given to demonstrate this to a newly created species of HUman on planet Earth.

Alternatively, and possibly also, The Powers That Be (TPTB) may have used this against us to show us what punishment will come from collectively getting together in a vibration of peace and love, and USING that to work together and live in harmony. Using that to reach the heights (re: building a tower to heaven). Maybe that was the last time we Earth folk have made a joyful noise (harmony).  It’s certainly something to ponder, anyway.

Namaste,

Anna

Jul 01

Making a Joyful Noise

How many times have you heard the phrase, make a joyful noise? It is usually in a religious context, and it’s usually used very literally such as telling you to sing or play music or some other audible sound. But what if this was taken out of context completely? The meaning lost, the intent lost? Well I think it has.

I have truthfully been bugged to death by my guides to write this post, and when I say bugged it keeps coming up for weeks. And I haven’t forgotten the premise, or the information. Normally I sort of lose that and it fades, but not this time. They still want me to post it!

Noise is a harmonic, a vibration, it’s a wave, a frequency. We talk in metaphysical circles all the time about vibrations and harmonics. Even the planets have harmonics of their own. Again, a vibration or a frequency, but you can translate it into a sound. I think many of the space studying websites have audio files that you can listen to such as “the sound of the Earth” or sun, or whatever. It is the sound that a planet vibrates to, much like the beat of a drum or the hum of an electrical power line. As you can see, I don’t know a whole lot about harmonics in the scientific sense, but I understand the concept. I’m sure if you want a more scientific explanation, you can easily Google it.

So what if I vibrate in the harmonic of joy, instead of fear? Or instead of whatever? Maybe just that side of the scale – love, compassion, joy, happiness – what then? What if EVERYONE on the planet did? Do you think that we could even think about being oppressed then? Because most oppressive situations are full of fear (fear of something happening to you), anger, sadness, grief, despair, and the list goes on. But when we are in Joy we are on top of the world aren’t we! It’s not a question – it’s a statement! And it’s contagious in the same way that anger and fear are. And since it’s a vibration, a harmonic, we are in fact making a Joyful Noise. Cool huh?

Emotions are a funny thing, but it would be very cool if we could see that 100th joyful monkey tip the scales on this planet and throw it into a new frequency world-wide. Now that’s the sort of pole shift I am hoping for.

Namaste,

Anna

Jul 01

Riding the Catalyst

I will admit that I got mad this morning when reading a FaceBook post from a male I know regarding the court’s ruling on the “Hobby Lobby” case. I use the term mad, to be honest I was fired up! Now I don’t know what specifically got me fired up, but I know it had something to do with the Feminine and with RA (SUN energies), because I have been experiencing those energies in various ways since the Solstice.

In fact, last night as I was trying desperately to sleep, I could hear the voices of what seemed like millions of women. I even heard one poor soul trying to scream in one of those sleep states. That one was so real and present, that I thought it was my husband but upon careful examination it wasn’t. I don’t know who the poor soul was, but I sure hope they woke up from their nightmare.

Stepping back, I have to realize that the court ruling is just another catalyst for the change that we need to see happen as a society and as individuals. None of us will just change our internal feeling without a catalyst. Many women, specifically, just trod along in life thinking that these issues do not apply to them. However, I keep thinking back to the momentous time that I grew up in (70’s and 80’s), and not realizing the importance of the ERA movement, or of Billy Jean King battling it out on the tennis court with a man – and winning! Even the whole casual sex movement of the 80’s was a triumph for women. I personally don’t want to share my body with just anyone, but dammit, I have the right to if I want to! And I have the right not to have a scarlet letter pasted on me for it.

Thinking about that, you know, the biggest weapon that the power that be (TPTB) have against us women is other women. As a teenager you fear being called a tomboy, or a slut, or whatever the other girls call you. You grow up, go to college, and join a sorority or something and you are told to mold into their image (usually a proper lady). Then you become a wife, a mother, and hell you sure have to keep up that soccer mom image or the other moms think you are some sort of pariah! And while I abhor the religious, holier than thou women (the hypocrites, not people of integrity mind you), a lot of this shit comes directly from the regular gals who have jumped on the bandwagon.

A recent example comes to mind…a lady in my neighborhood who is a wife and mother, found a hidden video camera installed in her bathroom. Long story short, it was a neighbor man who she was drinking buddies with (he and his wife). I heard someone say, well I’ve been over there and she was usually very inebriated. I can’t say what the person saying this meant, because I didn’t ask, but I took it as “She wasn’t very responsible and she sort of asked for it.” Again, my interpretation. I am ashamed to say I sort of agreed with that idea. But the real issue was that maybe she was always too drunk to notice this friend was in her bathroom. Hell, maybe she didn’t care and was just upset when her husband found the camera. Who knows. But putting a camera in someone’s home crosses a line. That’s not OK, even if the person being filmed was just too damn hot and inviting not to watch!

Much of the time the “stuff” that is directed towards women, people of color, the poor, etc. is from white, wealthy males. Many times they are Christian in nature, but not always. I would suppose that in the Middle East it comes from Muslim males of some sort. I think, though, there is really one thread that runs in them all – those in power and those that want to be a part of the power structure. They don’t share their power, and so they oppress. They then convince the oppressed that they are better off how they are, that they need to squelch dissenters, and that if they do things like hard work they one day too will be in power. It’s all a racket, a load of BS, but that is a topic for another day.

Anna

Jun 24

Solstice Energies

This time, I am NOT going to say that I am “back” or going to “post daily.” Apparently I just need to take it day by day, just like many of you do. I have normal obligations like cleaning, taking care of my family, work (a 3D job), etc. This year I discovered that it was in my life’s plan to overcome several obstacles, many of which I have posted about. I must say though that this Summer Solstice, I just sort of came through the gate with a renewed sense of purpose and much lighter. Don’t get me wrong, I am still very tired and feel as if I’m recovering from a long illness, but I am “here” mentally and emotionally in a way I have not been in awhile.

I do want to take a moment to remind everyone that no matter how dark the night is that you are traversing, it will get better. You just have to remember that. 2013 was a horrible year for me in 3D terms. Then in early February 2014, I put my mother in a nursing home, my daughter had two major surgeries and got diagnosed with an illness that takes months to recover from, she had another surgery in early May and while she was in the hospital, my brother-in-law died. I could bore you with the other little details of what else went “wrong” but only the high points are necessary. I found myself going in circles, probably mostly because February began a Mercury Retrograde period and I had to repeat everything, but still, I admit I thought that this was all destroying me for a short while. I am naturally optimistic, and just that feeling alone was a red flag.

But it did get better, and I survived, and we are moving forward. It’s funny because it’s very difficult to achieve balance and inner peace and wisdom when you are in a constant state of chaotic turmoil. Yet, the turmoil can be of tremendous value because if you handle it, it allows you to learn, grow, shed old baggage and triggers, etc. You come out the other side of that shit as a better version of yourself. You just have to be willing to hang in there and to do the work to figure it out and not lose your mind (or get drunk or take Prozac!).

This Solstice was about balancing the equality of the Feminine and Masculine. Note that I did not say “Rise of the Feminine.” Because folks, this is about equality. If you are truly striving for “higher frequencies” and balance, you don’t want to be dominant. You DO want equality though. I grew up thinking that I could do anything that boys could do and didn’t give it a second thought until I got older. Once I experienced a bit of discrimination as a young adult, I admit that my stance changed to “And BETTER than you can!” But now, I just want my place at the table. And I want the boys there. I want everyone there. We belong together – and we are in this together.

So that said let me share a most interesting dream that I had the night of June 20. I kept switching POV from being in a car, to being in a sort of meeting room looking at a map of where I was at in the car. When I was in the car, this woman was in a car in front of me and when I would change lanes so would she to get right in front of me. Now this was odd because we did not move from the intersection we were at. Then in the meeting room, I was shown repeatedly by another woman, who I recognized as our HOA President, how the Restroom areas built by the two intersections were brand new, and then she kept saying they had to be moved. Now if that wasn’t interesting enough, the “car lady” as it turns out was putting up a shield and blocking me from laser fire from other cars. I could see the shield absorb the lasers, just like on a movie. Maybe they were photon torpedoes – not sure! The road also, was brand new – nice and black and fresh lines. What this means, is that I was going through the gate. The road and car, etc. was very nice and new – in good shape which in dream speak is a positive sign. I had a protector, guiding me from whatever might have stopped me. And I also had nice new “toilets” to catch my “shit” or baggage at the intersections where I might stop or transition along the way. In this case there were two of them. I was shown this near the end, and told they would be moved I assume because I was done with this leg of the journey. I completed the journey the 21st when my daughter and I both colored printed sun mandalas, and then went outside for a short offering to the fairies and gnomes in our yard. It was a nice day.

I am still basking in the light of the energies from the Solstice. On Sunday I realized that I have a strong desire to get back into the actual WORK part of metaphysics. I stopped doing sessions long ago, blaming it on lack of people interested in my work. Well if I am honest I was afraid to do them, and they were tiring. I also have a desire to start up the “remote viewing” in earnest. I put it in quotes because I do not do textbook remote viewing. I see the information I need immediately upon a thought, reading a sentence, etc. It’s more psychic work I suppose after listening to Joe McMoneagle (LOL) but anyway, you know what I mean. I also desire to get back into a satisfying job, in the office. I didn’t say leave my company, but that may be in the cards. I am open to what the universe has in store for me.

I hope you, too, had a life changing, electrifying Solstice. May the Force Be With You!

Namaste,

Anna

Feb 09

And Wait

And wait, as in Trust and Wait. A friend said these words to me yesterday in an email she sent, and immediately I knew that learning to wait was my hurdle to jump along with trust. Funny how we get the pieces to the puzzle just as we need it! I sort of got it at the time I read it, but it was really a few hours later that I was driving and mulling it over that I said to Kem, yeah, I really need work in this “waiting” department.

I am someone who cannot wait on anything. I sometimes flip to the end of a book and read the last page, and then resume and finish the book. I can’t stand to wait on how something will turn out. I’ve mentioned watching Once Upon A Time. Well, I’m watching it on Netflix and so I have read the Wiki on the entire show nearly, because I can’t stand wondering what happens to my favorite characters. In the Song of Ice and Fire series (A Game of Thrones for those of you who haven’t read the books), the author nearly killed me with the end of the most recent book. Waiting does not sit well with me. I want to know HOW IT TURNS OUT. This is no different with my daughter’s situation, or my mother’s or my own for that matter. How. When. Where. And time marches on, but so very slowly.

I’ve already mentioned how I have to wait until basically next Thursday to find out the results of my daughter’s upcoming biopsy. I am in the trust phase, because my intuition and higher self have told me how it will turn out but I am waiting on the science. I thought I had my mother’s nursing home situation worked out…not so fast! The place I thought I would put her doesn’t have a bed, and the two that have answered the hospital referral did not call me back on Friday. I get it – it’s Friday and you are slacking off and whatever, but I am at home WAITING all weekend on resolution. In a way I have to laugh. This is my lesson and hasn’t got much to do with the folks at those facilities.

And yesterday, I went to a cooking class at a local Thai restaurant. The owner was a Bangkok native and anyway, that wasn’t lost on me. I don’t know what Bangkok symbolizes to you, but to me it’s the embodiment of mystery, intrigue, excitement, danger, and the unknown all rolled up into one. It’s like an ancient pit of stuff. Yeah, stuff. And just like in the movie The Hangover, can you make it out alive? LOL! I always love how my guides manage to give me messages. We definitely have the same sense of humor. Oh, and I can’t fail to mention how much I love the song One Night in Bangkok. “One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster,” but it also says “One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble.” It’s full of angels and devils. What a perfect metaphor for my current dark night of the soul.

Well, I am feeling better about this trust thing or rather my success at it, but am still working on being OK with waiting. This is definitely a life-changing lesson for me and it’s very uncomfortable to let go of control, trust, AND wait. Ha ha! What a wild ride!

Namaste,

Anna

 

 

Feb 07

Trust

Whew, what a week! I have had a hell of a week, and that’s why I have not written in a few days. This week, I’m having my mother put into a nursing home, and my daughter who is 10 has doctors saying that she has an “abnormal” lymph node in her neck. Between the two of them I have missed more work, been exhausted, and realized that I was full of fear and sadness and grief. I really don’t know which one of those was worse, but I think probably the fear.

On Tuesday I had a session with a lovely lady named Linda Marshall, who did some energy work on me called Running the Bars. Here is a website that will tell you more about it, and I also encourage a Google search. One of the things that I released programming from on that day was my need to have control. I don’t know where it comes from in past/parallel lives, but in this one, it was from being a child and young adult and having what should have been my safe home environment be, well, not safe and constantly invaded and disrupted. That’s another story, so I will leave it that vague and move on. But the result was that what I WAS able to control, I did so fiercely and continued to do. Funny that I still experienced a whole lot of uncontrollable situations. Those ranged from my husband refusing to turn down the television late at night (for no apparent reason – was a set up from my guides!), to anything else that I felt I needed to be safe and peaceful being disrupted and my inability to stop it. There are so many examples, well I could go on forever. And I also have to confess, that although I would tell others not to have a vested interest in how their situation resolved itself (i.e., don’t try to dictate what a “good” outcome is, just let the universe do it for you), well I scripted all of mine over and over in my head while going over a myriad of possibilities. Whatever “it” was at the time, it happened every time.

So finally after my session with Linda, and coming home very peaceful and balanced, I literally had a panic attack in the bed that night over my daughter’s lymph node stuff. I realized that I did NOT HAVE CONTROL. It scared the living shit out of me, and I also had to for the first time say words to myself like cancer and lymphoma. Well that upset me to no end, and here I am at 1am freaking out all by myself in the bed. Kem, my higher self, was there but was nudging me to just let it happen. Feel it. Be part of it. Geez!! Well I did and I’m still here and alive…

Wednesday found me in the Geriatric Psych section of the ER all day with my mother, and I came home that evening beaten down. And I cried, a lot. I cried specifically on the way home from the hospital because I had to let it all out. My husband pointed out that I had become emotionless? I told him, well that’s how I keep it together. I focus on the mission, etc. and I plow forward. But I am not emotionless. I had been awhile since I was honest with myself though, and so as I cried I stated how sad I was, sad for my mother because of her situation and condition. I was sad that Erin has been feeling so poorly, and I was afraid that she was really very sick and that I would lose her and that she might have CANCER. Acknowledging that fear was huge, and I let a shitload of it out and I woke up on Thursday feeling empty. But much clearer, and much better.

Thursday found us at St. Jude’s local clinic, where the doctor told us that the CT scan showed contrast and that “it usually does that with cancer.” There is more to it, too much to really get into because it would take away from my message but needless to say, it didn’t make sense to me. And oddly, as I sat there saying yes to a biopsy on Tuesday, I felt this huge wave of PEACE wash over me. I capitalized it, because it was that sort of peace. Very strong. So strong I noticed it, and I was meant to.

After I got back home I exchanged some thoughts with someone who pointed out that we are being asked to trust. And I was like, wow, I knew that. And I’ve been trusting my gut all along with Erin, but man I am being beaten down. Beaten down by the doctors, beaten down by the illness and chaos and drama, and hell, beaten down by the 3rd dimension. I cried again to Kem last night, and I told him that here on 3D Earth all we get is the beat down. It’s true isn’t it? Who do you know, even spiritual people, who don’t almost daily face chaos, drama, illness, death, sadness, etc. It comes at us from all directions. Some HANDLE it better than others, but I don’t know anyone who doesn’t get the beat down. How much more can we take? What does it take to end this beat down cycle? Well I don’t know, but I’m drowning here and so are many of you!

About the trust thing…I know it but I don’t KNOW it yet, meaning I have not internalized it enough to have no fear. I still feel rather peaceful, but my old pal fear is lingering in the background. I want to be successful with this trust. You can call it faith, trust, or another word, but it’s the same thing. And while you’re beaten down it’s especially hard to hold the frequency and stay in that place of balance. I have no advice for anyone today. In fact, while I rarely have used these words in my life I was told to ask for the help of all of the Hosts of Heaven. I need them to lift me up and carry me through this. Maybe it’s like being afraid of heights and having someone hold your hand as you walk over a bridge. Hey, that analogy works because that is what this is, a bridge to the next “level” or something. This is my test, and the test results are still pending. And I am afraid. I’m very afraid, and I am very beaten down, and I’m tired, but I’m also peaceful and full of kindness and loving, and some sadness.

Namaste,

Anna

Feb 02

Graduation and Gateways

As par for my course, I have no idea what I am to write about today but I was just told via a large energy nudge to get here and write. I even made another pot of coffee to put me in the right mindset. So what that it’s nearly 3pm. ha ha!

I had a moment today to reflect on what my life has been like, for as long as I can remember. I bet that this rings true for most of you reading, too. It’s utter chaos. Controlled chaos, but chaos. Drama. Day after day of some shit hitting the fan and then all of the hurdles that I jump through to fix it. To be honest, my professional life is much more desirable than my personal life in that manner. Again, I bet many of yours are that way too. How many people have you known that stay late at work to avoid coming home? I have known a few who admitted it, many more who didn’t. And then there are those of us who just jump back into the frying pan willingly and then muddle our way out of it. The trouble is, we never really get any farther than to the edge of the pan before we are sucked back in to put out another fire.

I have never in my life, this life at least, desired the life of a monk or anything, but now I see that they sort of found the way out of this viscous cycle of crap that we call 3rd dimensional Earth. I mean, it’s set up for us to be terminally hooked into the cycle of drama and the only way to get out of that is by absolutely cutting ourselves off from everything and everyone else. Still, even those more “solitary” environments are “artificial” and carefully controlled. This realm just isn’t set up for peace and harmony…yet. Or maybe I should say at this time. I am sure that at least once we have had it here. We had it somewhere at some time, because it is in our collective memory.

I do wonder if you all, like me, are currently experiencing some revelations about your lives and your plight. As I write this, I am continually thinking of Neo in The Matrix. In order to move out of a situation, or forward, you have to be able to recognize where you are. If you don’t recognize that you are here, or there, then there is no impetus to move. There may be a doorway that you never even look at because you have no reason to do so. Neo needed a guide to help him see the door, then step through it. No so different than most of us spiritual warriors who have been at this for so long eh! Well, I don’t want to get off track talking about fate and destiny and how Neo played his part in that, etc. but you get the picture. I have come to a space where I can look around me and I can see the culmination of eons of work, eons of stuff, and I can say ah, well I am here now. I may not be headed to my grand finale yet, but I am ready to go to the next scene at least.

That’s the prevailing feeling that I have today anyway. I think I have not only learned my own curriculum, but I’ve also served as an anchor for many. That can get rather weary! I realized yesterday that my mother, who neglected me for a good portion of my childhood, now sees me as her security blanket. You know, she probably always did but did not have to act on it as she does now (even if unconsciously). I find myself now speaking in calm but firm tones to my daughter when she cries during the night (yes she still cries, even though she is better), and otherwise directing others around me personally. I had a period where I sat here and did none of that because I truthfully felt like a know it all, and very bossy. Well that didn’t work out either for various reasons, and so here I am. I have accepted my role, and my circumstances. And now I see the doorway.

This is a gateway time for our planet and you don’t necessarily have to be spiritually advanced to move through it. Your soul will guide you and you will be helped through the doorway even if you can’t detect it yet if you are ready. Kem just pointed out to me that this is a graduation. And I asked really? Because how many times can you graduate for Pete’s sake! He then gave me the example of how my daughter is progressing in karate. They have a schedule, where if you do the work, and demonstrate through tests that you have learned, you progress every 3 months to the next belt. Sometimes they are not full belts, but stripes, or degrees, because you can’t make that big jump all at once. Everything that you do builds on what you learned before, and you have to continue to demonstrate that you know all of it. The more I write, the more familiar this sounds! It’s like everything you learn when you embark on the spiritual, metaphysical journey. But anyway, so they celebrate each time with a graduation and everyone gets to be proud of what they have achieved. Mistakes are welcome, because what do we do with mistakes? We correct them. Period. No wallowing in our sorrows but correcting, making amends, and moving forward. Sounds like a great plan to me.

Let me congratulate you all today on your impending graduation. And on your hard work. As one of us learns, we all learn, and we appreciate your continued contribution to the human collective.

Namaste,

Anna