Transportable

They’re asking me to write and while a delicious chill just ran through my body, even though I am snuggled on the couch under an electric blanket on its highest setting with the laptop on my lap…here it goes.

Transportable. You may take all the good with you at this time. But you must leave the darkness behind. That’s not to say that there is no darkness and what is coming is only light. It simply means that the burdens of your past are to be surrendered, released, allowing yourself to drop the baggage that you’ve been carrying. The toxicity in misunderstandings, the relationships that have been outgrown. The stories that no longer exist that you hold onto for the past’s sake.

You are transportable to the next level of ascension, wisdom, understanding as light workers. You choose this, even though we have already chosen you and you are aware. Packing light you may take what you wish as long as it is beneficial; as what doesn’t serve, who doesn’t serve, may be left behind at this time.

Your chills keep rising even though you are not sick. You know that you must write, but you cannot focus as you have in the past. What is blocking your view? Your connection? Yes, it is you. And the winds of change which have returned in full force even topping over chairs with the silent, invisible hands are here.

You are thinking too much. Grasping at megabytes, but then losing the connection. Too wrapped in your body’s purge of the toxic mass that has accumulated.

There are no right answers. There are no definitively wrong answers either. This is a trial and error for us all. Why do you expect perfection when it is so boring? What grows, titillates and increases in energy is not easy to manage, but it is not to manage. It is to be. To allow. To fluidly float, immersing oneself in the multilayered experience of this time.

Your fears aren’t worthy of the time you spend on them. Clear your mind and heart source. We can only speak through you when you are a clear channel. That is why this is message is so choppy and rambling and distorted.

It is meant to be written. for it is to help you to clear, remind and be with all of those who read it. For we are here with you (hear). No that wasn’t a mistake. We hear you. We are here with you.

Purge the intellect and feel the answers. You have it all inside of you. You know what you must do which is to fly. Let go. Release. Be free. Your outdated thinking is over. There’s a new horizon. Look to it.

Hold My Hand

I awaken some mornings with a song in my head. Well, not quite the whole song, but a few lines of the lyrics or sometimes even just the music so that I recognize it. This morning was no exception. I heard “Hold My Hand” which is something I often say to people when they’re going through difficult times.

The song I heard in my head is by Hootie and the Blowfish and is a song I haven’t heard, nor thought about in years. It’s funny how the Knowing works with me. I get clues and outright signs.

Because this morning a friend called me in the early morning hours and told me how I should branch out and help others in the new year because so many are needing support, help and compassion. She told me how I had helped her healing because often I say, “Hold my hand and we’ll walk together” so that she wasn’t alone. I began chuckling to myself and when she was finished talking, I explained how I had heard that song today and then, she had used the exact words. Synchronicity.

I have always said that I can do anything (and I have) when I know a trusted person is holding my hand. While I’d rather physically hold a hand, it’s not possible these days with what’s going on, so we imagine we are holding hands in the spiritual way. That works almost as well.

I have held many hands over the years and walked with them as they navigated this life journey. I have been fortunate myself to have had my hand held by many as well and I feel very blessed.

The lines in the lyrics that I heard this morning were:

Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I’ll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we can’t change the world but
I wanna love you the best that, the best that I can.

Isn’t life so interesting? I have been smiling ear to ear all morning because I keep hearing the song and I know I’m where I belong.

Reach out if you need a hand to hold. I’m here.

Am I Ready?

I’ve known for awhile now that my Knowing has increased. While I am not always able to control it, when it arrives, its accuracy is uncanny. I have always felt as if I were plugged into something other than my humanness. I am not sure how I can explain it to you, but the timing feels right. So here I am.

I understand that when I am knowing something, my voice, my word choice and my cadence of speech change. Additionally, when I am physically present with someone, I have been told that my face changes along with my body movements. While perhaps I am a tiny bit aware of the changes, I did not think they were outwardly shown. I do know that when I try to avoid speaking something that I am told to tell someone, the Knowing will not relent until I have done it. In fact, its persistence continues to amp up until I deliver the message as received.

Sometimes the message is very blunt and that makes it hard for me to deliver it to friends. Many times I couch the message with the caveat that “This is said with love” or “I don’t know why I’m being pushed to say this in this manner but…” Time after time though, the truth of the message as said to be delivered is spot on correct and afterwards both the friend and I realize that if it hadn’t been put in that way, it may not have been understood. But still, sometimes it makes it difficult. Luckily for me, friends understand that I am not alway able to deliver these messages in any other way.

Lately I have been able to tap into the Knowing when asked, but not always. I am still learning as I do not seem to have complete control over it. But when I Know something, it has been divinely timed.

Even though I have heard I was not a twin, I have felt I had a twin at some point. There’s a twin energy who helps me. My parents said I was not a twin, but I have felt otherwise.

I don’t know why I am drawn to write this post today considering I have not written in a long time. I haven’t had many people read my posts so I don’t even know if this will reach anyone at all. However, I am told that the right ones will read it with divine timing.