December 24, 2017
Today marks Christmas Eve, as well as my late husband’s birthday. This year I don’t grieve. As I mentioned two days ago, the fever, brought on by the flu, took me on a journey, where I too died and came back. I’m grateful I see the world through a different lens, which I wish to share with anyone who wants to listen.
I am a medium, whose ability to channel is my blessings. I am a bridge to those in the spirit realms, Beyond the Veil, to us. They wish to help use stop self-sabotaging by only surviving and remember we possess within us, love. Each of us contains a miracle call life within our body, and it is called Spirit.
We tend to keep our eyes gazing upon that which we don’t have, and miss the pulsating heartbeat of love others are sending to us. Figurately, every day, we send back peoples’ and animals’ love because it doesn’t fit in the three cups standing, which we keep our gaze on daily.
Our proclaim script of how love is real occupies one of these cups, who is obligated to send us their love, is in the 2nd cup, and last but not least, everyone who screw-up and hurt us is in the third cup. The fourth cup is larger and bursting out of the rim, look at me, look at me, yet our ego shuts down our spirit senses. We forgot what love is. We see it through rose-color glasses of should and ropes to control or be control.
The survivor inhales from those three cups sitting, while the Spirit reaches out to the one lingering in the air. We just need to step out of those patterns that have roped us into misery.
The eleven spirits I channel speak of the Silver Platter we each received upon birth. Unfortunately, this platter follows many to the other side. We can start to unplug from those three cups, and quietly become receptive to the love we are receiving daily from many people. We can stop sending back their love unopened and rejected.