Category: God - Angelic Gifts

Endeavour!

3/13/2015

We must endeavour to do all we can today!
We as humans are busy creating our world about us. We work hard and accept that we must do this or that because it is expected of us.
We must behave in certain ways, speak in certain ways, and think in certain ways. But these ways as just a means by which we opt in to be included in society. We choose to be one thing or another, to be one place or another, to think one thing or another, and so on.
We believe we are open minded and tolerant of all things.
But in reality is this true?
Are we really open minded, are we really a developing world?
Man has worked hard to advance and create.
But where did all this endeavour come from?
Are we just looking at the surface of humanity and man's ambition in the world?
What is beneath the surface?
What is obscured from our vision but still holds the foundation of what we are and what we do?

I Am

5/8/2014

I am all that I can be.

I am perfect, now reading these words.

I am exactly where I am supposed to be, doing exactly what I am supposed to do.

I am encircled by love and light and I know that I am safe.

I am in the light and always have been.

I am a child of God, safe in his care and guidance, always.

I am happy, here in this moment.

I am grateful for all the joys and blessing in my life.

I am accepting of all the people in my life and for who they are.

I am gentle with myself in all ways and allow myself to love me, now.

I am me, perfect in every way that God made me; for his chosen design is flawless.

I am me, happy in all ways, for all that God has given me.

I am me, content with life and all living things in my world.

I am me, sublime in design and creation.

I am me, filled with life and love and burning with Divine Light.

I am.

Why, God?

3/7/2014

She entered the bedroom and locked the door behind her. A lonesome tear rolled gently down her soft cheek. She had never felt so alone, abandoned or unloved in her life.

In one short evening her world had changed. Her life had evaporated before her eyes and she was powerless to do anything about it. She sank to the floor and began to sob gently. A short while later, feeling wrung out and empty she sat vacantly staring at the floor beneath the bed.
She would later recall she had never reached that place before even in meditation, a complete and utterly empty mind; not a thought, a feeling, totally nothing.

She began to speak, to question out loud, without been aware she heard the answers in her mind clearly, but she knew her mind was not creating them. She knew she was conversing with someone else.

"Why?" she asked softly. "This is just too horrible to comprehend."

"What are you asking, what do you wish to know, dear child?"

"I don't know, and yet I want to know everything. Why am I here, what have I done to be left so alone, why is this happening to me?"

"This is your choice. The situation is of your choosing."

"I don't understand. I created THIS! But I haven't done anything wrong."

"It is not a matter of right or wrong, dear one. The reasons are more profound than that. You decided so very much before. Before you came, all has been put in place to facilitate your wishes, your learning. What you are feeling is emotion to circumstances, this is human and will pass. Your learning is more, more encompassed and more deliberate, it progresses your journey, your wisdom increases and expands each time learning is achieved. We delight in your progress."

"I'm confused. My world has fallen apart and you're saying I created this. I decided in the past this was going to happen and I would learn something from it. Sounds ridiculous to me."

"Yes dear child. The feelings will pass. You are not alone, you never have been. You will pick yourself up and move on. On to better things, your spiritual journey will progress to events and experiences you are destined to accomplish. You would not have been able to do this if your circumstances hadn't changed. Although it may seem dark and unhappy now, it will progress on. Your human emotions and feelings are damaged now and you are surrounded by this. You must allow yourself time to heal. Be gentle with yourself and you will see, maybe not tomorrow or the next day, but soon, you will see this is for the best - your best."

"I think I understand a little better. But it doesn't help me feel any better now. You're right I feel raw and torn, both inside and out. I feel betrayed and angry, sad and lonely. Who knew you could feel all this at once. Thank you for reassuring me of brighter days ahead. I understand that although i am on a spiritual journey I am doing so in a human body and I have to deal with all that entails. Yes, indeed it is a new learning for me."

"You will find your strength. Be gentle, be kind and love yourself. Go now and rest, close your eyes and sleep, let your body recover and you will begin on your new journey when you awake."

"Thank you, yes i need some sleep, i feel totally exhausted."

She rose and moved towards the bed, gently pulled down the cover and was about to get in when she suddenly turned and asked, "Am i talking to myself?"

"No, child," came the reply clearly and without hesitation.

"Who, who am i speaking to?" she enquires shakily.

"It is I, your loving Father. I felt your sorrow and heartbreak and understood that at this moment you needed my strength and love. I am always with you and so are my messengers, rely on them for strength and love, they are waiting to help."

"Thank you," she whispered as she snuggled under the covers. She smiled gently as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

What's In A Prayer?

1/31/2014

Prayer is just words, isn't it?
We use words every day. All kinds of words in all kinds of ways.
But the magic to a word is the energy behind it. How you propel a word forward what emotions you put to it, is what gives it the power to hurt, heal, comfort, etc.

So the power is not in the word but what's behind it.
In prayer we give thanks, ask for help, pledge support or ask for intercession so that we can deal with a crisis/situation in our lives.
In this way prayer comes directly from the heart. Many believe they need to recite long prayers or remember prayers from childhood to pray correctly. Nothing could be further from the truth. We pray daily; even unknown to ourselves. We ask for strength, give ourselves a pep talk, or just encourage ourselves to get on and do something. These are beautiful prayers as they are about you, for you and have all the love in the world wrapped up in them.

Most people will say they are directed to 'pray' when they hit a bump in the road, when things are difficult and all is dark around them. They find themselves drawn to places of solitude, religion, or just get on their knees. They find they connect with the divine in these and many other ways and feel that their prayers as more profound as they experience the emotion and wrap it in their words when they pray.

You don't need to be in a dark place to pray, you don't need fancy words or long prayers to recite. You don't need to feel sad, you don't need to feel in any particular way to pray. Prayer is talking to God. Although it may involve asking for help and assistance too, it doesn't have to always be - you can talk to God each day and give thanks, ask for inspiration, ask for guidance, and anything else that you need. Remember that when it's from the heart and it is honest and true your prayers can be very powerful and you will find great peace and satisfaction in prayer.

Made by who and where?

5/22/2013

As children we are often fascinated by where objects are made or come from, and even search these places out on maps. I remember a geography lesson when I was about 11 years old, where our homework for the weekend involved finding objects in our homes and then using an atlas to find these places in the world. We had to compile a list and bring it in on the following Monday. Needless to say I had quite a long list as not only did I have the usual trinkets and souvenirs from our home but my relatives ran a small shop so there were many items from abroad too. As a child of 11 I understood that I had come from somewhere, that I just hadn't come into being on the day of my birth, that there was a place where I was from.

When I was quite young I would ask when was I going back "home" as I missed this place of comfort and love and when my parents were upset with me or cross when I would misbehave, I would run and hide in the garden and ask my angels to take me back as I didn't want to be here; it was difficult and I didn't understand lots of things.
As time moves steadily on we loose our connection with 'home' and readjust to life on earth. After all we choose to be here, to learn and explore ourselves in this unique way.

But getting back to the question who made me?
The answer is simple God. Yes, God made you, me and everyone on this earth.
Just go and stand in front of a mirror and have a long look at that person in there.

Do you recognise yourself?
The beautiful divine child that God created is still within you, you are a young divine spirit, what you see reflected back at you is just a human shell. It's not the real you. You need the human shell to exist in this world and to experience it, but it is not you.

Just think for one moment – one day in the land of spirit God decided to create YOU.

He sat down made a list and thought of all the qualities you should have, how special you should be, how delightful and filled with light you should be.
Don't confuse your human personality with the spirit you.
Think about who you really are inside – those deep qualities that are not connected to DNA, personality or experience of life. Those are the qualities God created just for you.

He fashioned you with a divine spark from himself, so you would be always and forever a part of him. He created you with immense love and compassion and then sent this beautiful baby spirit off to learn. And since that moment you have been learning all you can to evolve and become a great light for God and help him in the ways you are destined to help.

Now how really special do you feel ?

To see a world in a grain of sand

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 08/04/13

I've had this phrase repeating in my brain all morning,
'To see a world in grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower'.
It's been driving me mad, so I sat at my computer and thank God for Google - I figured it out!

It's a beautiful poem from William Blake called Auguries of Innocence. Now I can't say with 100% accuracy that I did or did not do this poem at school many, many, many years ago but for some reason it's been jumping about in my head this morning. I sat and read through this magnificent poem and found tender powerful words that touched and embraced my heart and soul.
I hope you find it as mesmerising as I have.
It is quite a long poem but i'm sure you will find a stanza that resonates with you.
Enjoy,
Cora x

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage,
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons,
Shudders hell throu' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate,
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He wo the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He wo torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
the beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The Gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heaven's tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Paisied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
but no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some ar born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

Find Your Balance

4/15/2013

We all crave the light, we spend our lives searching for the light in one way or another.

As a child we are born with Divine Light and as we grow and develop the darkness within us slowly overtakes and dims our light.
Firstly we cannot have the light without having the dark - after all, a lit candle is of little use on the sunniest day, but in the dark of night it is most beneficial.
Secondly the darkness is not a bad thing to have, we all have to find our own unique balance of darkness and light.

Where does the darkness come from?
The darkness is every little negative thing you have thought, felt, experienced and lived through, but instead of facing it and acknowledge it for its lessons and achievements, we bury it deep, we feel guilty of it, we feel repulsed by it because we are taught that it is not acceptable. This is done mostly in childhood so many of us are totally unaware of what our darkness holds.

The darkness reappears as we grow older as we try to juggle all the balls of life, we for a time take our eye off what we are doing and then BANG! we bash ourselves and rehash the darkness until it eventually takes us over; telling us how unworthy we are, how insignificant we are, etc. Hans Christian King has a lovely phrase - we run our crazies he says, - we let our ego's dictate to us how we should be feeling and what we should be doing to fit in etc.

The one thing you have forgotten and should remember is the light is in you.
It's always been there, it never goes out. Even in the darkest mind or troubled moments, the darkness can never overwhelm the light because you have a Divine Spark - a God given Spark that he has given you and no on can extinguish that.

Take time to reacquaint yourself with your darkness, don't fear it. Face it - give it a name, acknowledge it is part of you and look at what it has taught you. Even the most horrid of the darkness words holds a miracle - a freedom because when you know it you can forgive it, accept it and move on.

God bless and keep you all
Cora x

God is Good

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 22/01/13

My life is mine but yet it's not
A gift for me to live.

All are one, in this place
connected through every race.

I was chosen to come here now
to share my love with you

I serve him every day I live
by serving you.

Share his light and gift of love
with others every day,

Then you will bring your soul
to light and fill your life with love.

He waits for us to return home
full of joy and peace,
to share our lives lived on earth
so all will know his love.

Tomorrow's Step

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 16/4/12

My path in life has been varied, it's crossed many different terrains; arid stretches, lush green valleys, stoney mountain paths, dark forrest trails and high spectacular peaks.

Each terrain has had its own benefits and negativities. Along the way my path has been crossed by all kinds of other paths, plants and animals. I've spent a long time watching other paths meander along left and right of me, weaving in and out and sometimes out of sight.

Some paths have a lot of undergrowth on them, that entangles itself with everything around them holding on desperately to any niche while others float above in dark clouds creating massive dark thunderheads, that ache to touchdown and cause havoc and destruction. Some clouds float on by effortlessly, transcended to the Earthly plane and unaware of everything.

Recently my angels have shown me a graphic image of my path, its beauty and alluring presence always striving forward towards the light and full of endless energy and positivity. The view ahead is unclear as it depends on my free will where I will venture next. But the one thing that amazed me was that my path was made of stepping stones, light large stones that floated along and each day I move forward to another one.

My stepping stones float above my path unlike many other people's who's paths are on the earth, they have to walk through the terrains that I hover over. Then I realised that my stepping stones are more than mere stones, they're the Angel's representation of God and the Angels carrying, guiding and helping me each day of my life - and not once has there been a stepping stone missing!

I was reminded that taking some time to sit and observe around me is a good thing but I should never spend time in looking back; for that is the past and looking and watching it, won't change it.

Tomorrows one step ahead will take me further than spending an age looking back at the past.
So I move forward to today's stepping stone in the knowledge that I can never fall.

Sunday Afternoon

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 15/4/12

Sitting by the open window, sipping my usual cup of tea I relax into the silence that envelopes me.
The soothing background of life drifts through the open window.

It's a day for letting go, a day to breath deeply, relax and exhale all the pent up rubbish i've accumulated through the week. The sunlight reflects through my beautiful hanging crystal and i'm enveloped in a flash of blue crisp light, Archangel Michael is surrounding me in his loving light embrace. A reassurance that all is fine, that I am protected and loved and a confirmation that its a good time to let it go.

I love the energy of Archangel Michael and smile as I say, 'Thanks for that Michael, and just when I needed it most. I can always depend on you to reassure me when I need it, God bless.'
The Archangels and Angels always make me smile even when i'm angry, sad, annoyed. I love the energy they exude and the wave of love I receive as they tell me all will be okay, don't worry or some other reassuring message.

The sun dips behind a cloud, no rain yet thank god.
I cherish my times here by the open window communing with nature and all the angels. Sitting back and watching life swirl by. Its a unique opportunity that many others dream of, and I through the Angel's blessings am living it, loving it and excited by every moment I experience it.