Greetings My Daughter,
It’s been a week of nostalgia. Birthday week in your world. It stirs the emotions. Don’t cry to me as I am where I should be. Don’t cry for me because I am no longer there. Don’t cry for me. I wish to be the spark of inspiration. I wish to be the smile of memories and the joke at the party.
I sense a flood of emotion having said such. It is as it should be. I did my best though at times it wasn’t good enough. I did what I thought was right. It all boils down to that. You make the best decisions based on what you feel is the best for you and your family. As you live your life you realize that is not always easy. You live in an imperfect world and other’s decisions affect the whole.
It’s a critical time for your world. Vast changes in all aspects of life. Embrace the change as it will truly be a year to remember.
Focus on what you wish to achieve and inspire those around you. You don’t have time for annoyances but be compassionate to those who need your assistance. Everybody has their unique lessons and path to follow. For those who are completely off the path, give them a gentle nudge in the right direction. It can be frightening and almost crippling to not know which direction to go. This is something you should be doing.
It is not always easy to stand out in the crowd. You will endure your share of criticism. Most won’t have the courage to say things to your face. It’s the same old “tear people down” attitude. You don’t have the patience fo such people. Surround yourself with loving individuals and dare to speak the truth. It is what you are there for.
Ever since she was little, she’s talked of spirits around her. I think the first time was around the age of three. It frightened her. She asked why they were there. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t see any spirits around. I told her to ask them to leave.
As she got older, it was obvious that she was the only one who noticed them. She wondered why. She said that her friends don’t talk about these things. “Why are they around me and what do they want?” she asks. She tells me that she has asked them to leave yet she still sees them. They don’t try to communicate with her just linger in the distance.
Almost an adult now, they still hover around her and she sees them. She doesn’t like it so she asks them to leave.
- From the Archive-Born this Way (amykeast.com)
- From the Archives-Forever the Soul the Angels Keep (amykeast.com)
Greetings my beloved,
You are eager to learn and to spread our messages. The earth is ready to hear. Your healing energies continue to expand and so so your conscious thoughts about it. You have been told over and over that you are a healer, but not aware of what that means for you. Yes, there are many modalities of being a healer. In your current work you are in a healing position as well. You are drawn to that because that is who you are.
For you, the energy you work with is healing. You connect energetically through the heart chakra and emit a frequency that is healing. It is all very powerful and something that you do unconsciously when giving a reading. Having said that, you desire to be a conscious healer. You desire to know exactly what is happening. These are the things that you think about. We will break it down for you as you move along this path.
Be open to sharing what you are learning. You find it fascinating and so will others. The era of taboo has ended. More and more people desire and seek changes.
You give readings and the healing goes on in the back ground. As you know, you can’t do one with out the other. As you connect and gather info and relay that info, the energy is being given to the other. It is really quite remarkable. Physical illness can and will be reversed. Negative patterns and emotional blocks are just a few of the clearings that have taken place. As you dive deeper into your calling more intense healing will occur. You have been working with the energies for sometime now, consciously, but the nature of your healings will change. When we say change we mean more pronounced, more obvious. You know that people have benefited from your readings, but it will be the healing aspect that people seek rather than the intuitive information.
My daughter asked me if she is a medium. I hadn’t really thought of her intuitive gifts
with that label. I asked her why she was asking She remembered an incident a few years back (4 maybe 5). We had just arrived at the lake house. It was a few hours from our home. We hadn’t been there long, but long enough to turn on the water and the air conditioner. Ellen mentioned to me that we had company and said that her angels were all here. They were having a class and Ellen was to be the teacher. She said it all so matter-of-fact. She said they wanted to know about her lifestyle and what it is that she is doing at the lake house. What seemed like something Ellen was enjoying turned sour. Ellen covered her ears and said that they were all talking to her at once. Ellen was over whelmed by their presence and asked them to leave. She found it confusing.
I remembered that incident as well and had documented it in my journal back then. I had thought about that from time-to-time. I was a bit hesitant to discuss it with her. Over the last few years, Ellen hadn’t openly discussed her gifts with me as she used to. She’s afraid of what people might say. I hate it that she feels as though she needs others approval to be herself. It’s tough to be 12.
I was going through some old journals recently and I discovered a dream that I had
forgotten about. The journal entry was from April of 2010.
In the dream, there was an older couple crossing the street. They both had red hair and the gentleman’s name was Dave.
There was a big mess in the middle of the road. Dave went through it. It was messy but he made it.
The lady got stuck in the middle. I tried to help her through but she couldn’t. I asked her to jump over it. I told her we would help her, but she gave up.
Dave was very upset. He didn’t know what to do. I grabbed his hand and we crossed the road together.
The red hair was an alert to make me notice. Red…fire…help…it’s an emergency! These people are in trouble.
My dad is Dave. It was my mom that got stuck and couldn’t get out of the mess she was in. She died in April of 2011, almost a year after I had this dream.