Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Infinite Dances ~ Part 1: The Words of Nature by Glenn Horton

Here is an absolutely amazing and Beautiful work of art created by our friend and Brother Glenn Horton! Coincidentally (and this just shows you that synchronicity really does flow through the Universe) it is exactly in tune with what I am experiencing in my own life right now… please watch and share this video filled with Beautiful words, stunning pictures and artwork and accompanied by some of the most calming and Beautiful music I have ever heard! Enjoy! And thanks again Glenn, for sharing your Heart and Soul with the world!! ^_^

Please visit Glenn's Youtube channel: MysticRayCreations

Friday, July 26, 2013

Keystone Cop Sky Routine


July 26, 2013

Well, yesterday (July 25, 2012) was a very interesting day … a VERY INTERESTING DAY!!! Hahahahaha!

It’s been a long time since I’d had experienced any appearances from “law enforcement” or “military presence” of any kind… I really thought we’d seen the end of that kind of behavior. But it seems not. They had to try and get one last jab in apparently. TOO FUNNY!  ^_^ :v :v :v :v :v

Yesterday started out… well, I wasn’t feeling too well… hadn’t been for two or three days – lots of digestive disturbances. I thought it was probably all having to do with these immensely intense Energies we’d been experiencing since the last full moon… well, maybe some of it was, but yesterday was a little different. Very weird to start off with.

I woke up early, just as I heard Chris closing the front door behind him as he headed off to work. I thought about getting up to have some coffee – I could still smell the fresh pot he had just brewed. But having been up most of the night before with one of the most God-awful cases of reflux I’ve had in a while, I opted to stay in bed. And I dozed – I’m pretty sure I dreamed though I don’t know what about.

Just before 10AM I woke up again and decided it was time to get up, even though I still wasn’t feeling too well. Got up, warmed up some coffee (unwise) drank a few sips and then decided that wasn’t the ticket after all. Came back upstairs, fardled around on my computer for a while, still wasn’t feeling well, so I laid back down, promising myself that I wouldn’t have a repeat of the day before, wherein I went back to bed and stayed there all day (been trying to get a walk in once a day about 4 days a week lately)…

While I was lying there though, that was when the weirdness began. I COULDN’T get comfortable to begin with, yes, I know I hadn’t had anything to eat really yet, so maybe that was part of it, but as I lay there, I was in communique with Michael briefly. And then things shifted- was like someone, or something intercepted our “channel” and was relaying weird information to me… so weird I can’t really relate it to you here, but suffice to say that at one point I said almost aloud, “There’s something not right here! Something is wrong with this picture!!” It was as if the “someone” or “something” was trying to challenge everything I knew, and get me to switch over to a different “wavelength” or “vibration” … one that didn’t feel so good… hmmmm . And then I got out of bed and went downstairs and began to look for something to eat. Maybe I was just suffering from low blood sugar. I still had a knot with the familiar burning pain of reflux in my gut, but I finally found something that seemed like it would be palatable and ate it (basmati rice with smoked salmon and cottage cheese – well okay, yeah I probably could have done better than that, but it seemed good at the time) my stomach felt better, I felt better, Michael asked me if I felt better, and I told him I did… most of the weird feeling had dissipated once I broke the connection with whatever that had ahold of me while I was lying in bed just a few minutes before, but still had a knot, and an intermittent pain up under my left ribcage after I’d eaten (my brain briefly wandered to the subject of “heart attack” but I wouldn’t allow it to stay there, being familiar with this particular “pain” and associating it with hiatal hernia and dyspepsia producing gas pressure … oh yeah… not much fun).

I went back upstairs briefly and checked the outside temperature on the weather site I use, and it seemed like it had cooled off since a few days ago when it was too hot to go out for my usual walk (Monday I shooshed on my ski machine and Tuesday I went for a walk even though it was hot – still not as hot as it had been, Wednesday I took off because, well, I spent the day in bed, as I explained). Got my water bottle, filled it up, threw in a little baking soda and some Himalayan sea salt for good measure and went out the door … that was right around noon. On my way, Michael suggested that I take the shorter route to the park… I didn’t argue with him. I really didn’t want to be out there in the first place but felt compelled to be for some reason. Interesting how if I’d gone the long way I would have missed some interesting things along the way.

At the end of our street, right before you enter the park proper there is a cul-de-sac. People like to park their vehicles in the cul-de-sac when they go to the park to walk their dogs, ride their bikes etc. When I arrived at the cul-de-sac yesterday there was one of those vehicles that is sort of halfway between a pickup truck and an SUV (little tiny bed and double cab with 4 doors) parked there. Okay, no big deal. I noticed the driver sitting in his driver’s seat with the door open, his legs were hanging out and he seemed to be fussing overly so with his socks… almost like he was trying to appear nonchalant. Okay, well I’ve pretty much seen it all… strange thing is, however, I had the distinct feeling that he was preparing for a bicycle ride, but there was no bicycle to be seen…  guess he must have had it in the cab with him? Kinda weird… plus he didn’t really strike me as the serious bike-riding type… he was wearing a polo shirt and these baggy wide-legged nylon shorts that came down almost to his knees, not really the kind you typically see bicyclists wearing. Okay well whatever…

I dunno, I just had a funny feeling about this guy…  It’s not like that’s never happened before. There were a few times while Elaine was still living here that the two of us would go for walks and encounter individuals who were on bicycle riding through the park who just seemed out of place too… they all seemed to be wearing some kind of earpiece – so was this guy – yeah, I know it was probably his iPod… but still, they all just had a weird vibe to them – like this guy. The same kind of vibe you can read when you meet up with a police car in the dark, only because of the low profile lights nowadays you can’t tell right away that it’s a police car until you’re right up on it… or like some official federal vehicles have the same vibrational “signature” … you can just spot them a mile away even though you can’t readily tell what they are visually until you’re right up on them… yeah, like that. I know at least some of you reading this know what I’m talking about…

There IS a reason I’ve titled this “Keystone Cop Sky Routine” so don’t let your focus wander just yet… all this preliminary stuff just lends itself to the overall “weirdness” of the day.

So, I walk past the guy who’s still sitting in his truck messing with his socks – I couldn’t help but feel like he was watching me as I passed by and walked out onto the grassy expanse that stretches across most of the park. Keep in mind that I haven’t felt this kind of vibe coming from ANYONE in a long time… probably over a year ago was the last time…  

It was really nice walking there; the air was a little on the coolish side, but when I’d come out from under the trees the sunshine provided just the right amount of warmth. That coupled with the walking was starting to help “loosen up” whatever it was that was giving my digestive tract issues, though I did keep noting that I was still experiencing the intermittent pain up under my left ribcage, complete with ache running down my left arm at one point… oh boy. Well, I continued on, and about halfway across the grassy expanse of the park I noted the gentleman I’d seen by his truck riding his bicycle up the old road that bordered the left hand side of the park.  It was one of those heavy duty off-road type bicycles like you see police riding on sometimes …  Ooookay!  Hmmmm. I dunno… he just didn’t present as if bike riding were something that he did on a regular basis… he just seemed really awkward on that bike… hey well, I suppose everyone has to start somewhere, right?

I watched him as I continued on my way across the grass … he rode up a path that leads to the playground and I lost sight of him… As I walked I noted more pains coming from under my left ribcage and I said to Michael, “Oh boy, here we go… I think I’m having a heart attack… I shouldn’t have come out here at all” he responded, “Nonsense! You’re not having, nor are you going to have a heart attack! Just walk slowly and you’ll be fine” … okay, pain subsided again. So I walked on, and when I reached the point where I would normally have headed toward the circle where my favorite park bench is, I was feeling enough better that I decided instead to take the path up to the playground and walk around it first and then head to the circle, which had become my normal routine over the last couple of years.

As I climbed the short hill on the path approaching the playground, I noted a pair of familiar “socks” (and shoes) sticking out from behind some of the playground equipment – same guy; he apparently was lying on his back in the playground with his feet sticking in the air doing some sort of “bicycling” exercise with his legs… hmmm, okay whatever… guess he hadn’t warmed up properly before getting on his bike. I noted his bike parked on the side of the path up a ways where I would eventually be going past it, and I just couldn’t help thinking “well this should be interesting”…  and so I walked and as I approached the parked bicycle, the guy jumps up onto the sidewalk from the playground (it’s one of those semi-sunken ones filled with sawdust so the kiddies don’t hurt themselves if they fall down) and kind of throws himself to the pavement right in front of his bicycle and starts doing pushups as I walk by. OooooKAY! Not “too” weird I guess. Maybe…

I walked on. To my right there was a lady who was loading her toddler into her van that was parked on the road that ran past the playground, and he kept saying “Mommy I can buckle myself in, can I shut the door… I’m gonna shut the door okay” and she kept telling him “Leave it open please” as she struggled to put his stroller in the back. I smiled at her as I walked by and she gave me kind of a strange look, almost as if she were wondering if I was okay, but she did say “hello” and I responded with a friendly “hello” back to her, and continued on my way. As I walked on, here comes the “bicyclist” riding past me – this time with his shirt off (guess the polo shirt was a might too warm after all, hahaha) and I couldn’t help but notice that he appeared to be a little older than me, not in the best of shape, although he seemed very well kept (full head of hair and not a one out of place) and oddly well-tanned for the shape he was in… hmmmmm … OooooKAY! He rode on up the street and went around the corner and I didn’t see him again… They lady who had been loading her toddler into her van drove off shortly after that…

Well, I was starting to feel a little peaked by this time, and was kind of wishing that I had opted to go to the circle first instead of walking around the playground, but since there were plenty of places to sit along the way around I opted for that at about the halfway point, choosing to sit on a swinging bench that was there.

I sat there swinging for a few minutes enjoying the warmth of the dark green metal against my seat and back, when out of the corner of my eye, I see a familiar type of vehicle making its way around the corner a couple of streets up, pulling onto the street where the playground is located, not an easy feat for a fire engine of that size!! YES, A FIRE ENGINE!!! LOL It drove slowly up the street toward my location after it rounded the corner, and as they drove past me, a person sitting on the passenger side who had his window open and arm sticking out waved at me… and all I could do was just watch them go by with their running board lights flashing away….huh? I’d never experienced THAT at the park before… there were other people there too…  people with their kids playing in the playground, but they occupants of the fire engine didn’t wave the them… LOL I guess I’m special!!! Hahahahaha!

Okay, well that was weird. It gets weirder.

I sat on the swing for a bit, then got up and made my way to the circle and my favorite bench and sat there for a while with my shoes and socks off just enjoying the sunshine… yeah it got hot but it felt good… I guess I really needed that. After a while of that, I followed Michael’s lead and went on home remembering that I had been considering running some errands for Chris yesterday, and that I more than likely wouldn’t be able to if I didn’t get home and rest up a bit… still feeling a bit peaked. I got home about 1:30 … I fardled around a bit more wondering if I should eat something more(the portion I had eaten before the walk was very small as is typical for me lately)… but opted to take a shower instead. Around 2:30 I called Chris to let him know I wasn’t going to make it out to run errands…  still feeling tired and weak after the shower. When I got off the phone with him I filled up my water bottle, through in a Jasmine Green Tea bag and a dropper full of stevia extract and went outside to sit in my chaise lounge, let the breeze blow through my still wet hair. That was until the mosquitos started biting me… so I went back inside and went upstairs and lay down for a while. Around 6:00 or so… I really don’t remember exactly when, I got up because I was just too doggone miserable to get any rest (reflux resurfaced). I sat and logged onto e-mail, then facebook briefly (my online tenure had been somewhat inactive over the last couple of days, and I’m certain that SOMEONE was wondering where I had “escaped” to)… for about ten minutes or so, just long enough to click like on a couple of friends’ posts… the I was off again.

Well, no sooner than had I logged off, I heard them coming – WUPWUPWUPWUPWUP- helicopter. BIG HELICOPTER… okay… so who’re they looking for this time. But you know, it didn’t sound like your regular police type helicopter… this one was a LOT louder. So I thought “hmmmm maybe I’ll go out and catch the “Keystone Cop Routine in the Sky show” … but before I went I filled up my water bottle again and threw in fresh tea bags, lit 3 sticks of incense (to keep the mosquitos at bay – it REALLY WORKS) and took those with me… didn’t know how long I might be out there. It turned out to be quite entertaining actually.

It was so loud that even the neighbor from across the street came out to look up and see what was going on… it was flying pretty low too.  I stood in my yard for a couple minutes as they flew around over the beltway about a quarter mile away… nothing too unusual about that… then it flew our direction. The neighbor stood outside for a few seconds and then went back in, but not me, I sat down in my chaise lounge with my Jasmine tea and my incense and set to watch the show.

 It WAS a BIG HELICOPTER… not your standard issue city or county police copter which in this area are black and white or black with blue, sleek looking things with specifically “Baltimore Police” on them. No THIS “police” helicopter was different – first of all, though it was vaguely like the city/county police helicopters, it was bigger, not as streamlined and it was colored flat black with POLICE printed in BIG white letters on both sides almost looking as if the word had been spray painted there. I’m kind of wondering if it was even a real police helicopter…. It also had the rear rotor encased in a framework, much like the Comanche helicopters that the military and sometimes Coast Guard use. It had a decidedly military “vibe” to it. It did not however appear to be armed to the teeth… that was a good thing.  I thought “Oh goodie! This should be a good one!! “

I sat there and just stared at them as they flew over the first time. Then they went around and came back for another pass – right over the top of me. Hahaha! Okay, was this supposed to be intimidating? Sorry guys, not intimidated. I watched – considered getting my camera a couple of times but felt that perhaps that would just incite something (and realizing now that I probably should have snapped off a couple of shots, because try as I may, I could not for the life of me find ANY pictures on line that looked like what I saw), so I just sat there watching, making it obvious that I was watching each time they passed over exactly the spot where I was sitting… and they took their time each time they went over as if they were really scrutinizing what was on the ground… I was really enjoying myself, and actually found it quite amusing. I even stretched myself out on my lounge so I could have a better view as they flew over. Two or three times as they made their pass over the top of me they titled themselves so they could see the ground better, and I could see them better… that was when I got my best look at them to know for certain that they were NOT Baltimore police!!  

All the while I kept wondering what ARE they trying to prove?  I just “sat” my ground watching and watching enjoying the rays of the early evening sun warm on my skin as they went round and round in circles above me… I didn’t actually count, but I’m certain that they circled there no fewer than a dozen times… interesting. At one point one of those big black unmarked police “boats” (it was actually a Crown Victoria, or similar model car) with dark windows (though they weren’t so dark that I couldn’t see the red and blue lights in the rear window as it went past) drove slowly by from the direction of the park and pulled out onto the main street that runs past our house. Interesting.

Interestingly also, I found myself thinking at the helicopter co-pilot as they made their last pass directly over my head, and I asked him “Are you having fun?” and he responded “Oh LOADS of fun!” and then I heard “oh… wait a minute… what?! What… who was that?!!” evidently he couldn’t figure out who had just spoken to him “inside his head” …but then I think he realized who it was… heeheehee… then I decided to have some more fun, and I projected “myself” (don’t laugh… I actually do this, and I have confirmation that I can and do bi-locate) up in front of their cockpit ~ pretty fluffy, frilly pink Angel with big pink wings, and just hovered there in front of them, keeping pace with them as they banked around from North back toward the West to make what I thought would be another pass over the top of me. I looked at them through their windshield and asked (“thought projected” at) them “What ARE you doing anyway?!” …

And it was right at that moment that they sped up and though I tried to keep pace with them saying “wait wait!” they beat it out of there, and they flew off toward the West and DID NOT come back!!! LOL

Coincidence? Well, I’ve had enough experiences like this to know that NO, in fact, it WASN’T a coincidence, though for some of you I suppose that remains to be seen… but how interesting!! They chose to fly off and NOT come back right at THAT moment that I revealed myself in all my glory right there in front of them!!  Shortly after they left, a black SUV with all dark windows pulled onto our side street off the main street, drove into one of our neighbors’ driveway, loaded someone who was waiting there, I couldn’t say who it might have been, then turned around and went back the way it came – now, THAT could be an entirely unrelated incident… though still it makes me wonder… hmmmmm … there’s actually more that makes me wonder, but I can’t talk about that right now. I will mention however that this is far from the first such intriguing and unusual incident of this type to happen here within about a 2 block radius of our house… there have been many others.

The really curious thing is that after all was said and done, I went inside the house into the kitchen and started cutting up a mango because I was feeling like I wanted to make a smoothie for myself, and then I realized – all the discomfort I had been feeling over the last two or three days was virtually GONE!! How about that!! I wonder… I just wonder…  do you suppose that entire incident was just one last jab from TPTB? But then they realized that I really AM cognizant of who I am and what I am capable of which could have led them to conclusion as to what they ought and ought not do in my presence?  I wonder… I just wonder…  I will mention that between last night and today there have been a number of helicopter fly-overs… no not the little city/county police type… these were BIG, probably same as what I saw – for a while back in 2010 they were only using Blackhawks… then at some point after one of the last “timeline” shifts they started using Comanche stealth, typical military style. They’re usually unmarked, flat-black. Last night was the first time I saw one like that with POLICE painted in big white letters on the side.  Very interesting.

Today I’m feeling pretty good… Back to my old self I’d say, or maybe even better… Had trouble viewing the newsfeed on FB right before I started writing this out… someone was trying to convey to me that I would CONTINUE to have difficulty viewing the newsfeed on FB until I sat down to write this out…

I wonder why – what’s so important about this particular story… unless…

He wants people to understand that something big is getting ready to happen… but no… we’ve been gearing up for THAT for … well… forever. [wink wink – you didn’t hear it from ME!]

Friday, July 19, 2013

Do You See Any Shadows? ~ A Message From Archangel Ariel/Ariel DeAngelis



Do You See Any Shadows? ~ A Message From Archangel Ariel/Ariel DeAngelis
(as received by Ariel DeAngelis/Archangel Ariel July 19, 2013)
Beloved Family of Light,
So many are still asking questions, pointing out perceived differences among you, still clinging to the idea that some people are good and some people are bad.
Re-member who you are. ALL of you. Re-member where you came from. Everything.
We NOW stand in the presence of a Light SO BRIGHT that if it weren’t for the grappling with some way to try and explain it, there would be no shadows for anyone to perceive. Broad Daylight. Daybreak. The coming of the morrow is here; the Brilliance of our once future NOW. Do you know that every time a shadow is allowed to be perceived in your experience it reinforces and perpetuates your perception of duality, preventing you from facilitating what you came here at this time to experience; Reunification; Re-membering Unity Consciousness; Ascension?
Re-member who you are. ALL of you. Re-member where you came from. Everything.
Vibration = Energy = Frequency = Light = Love … ALL LOVE … every last bit of Creation… All Love.
When you allow yourself to see the Light within, even and especially that Light which resides within yourself, all other perceptions fade away, and you are left standing in the Ominous and Divine Presence of the One Truth, and that is Love.
Now can you stand within the Brilliance of this Light and tell me; do you see any shadows? In truth, there is no darkness, except in that you had forgotten what the Light “looks like”.
I AM Archangel Ariel incarnate as Ariel DeAngelis. Be Light. Be Love, Beloveds.
 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Crossroads

“And there’s no need for turning back
 ‘cause all roads lead to where we stand.
 And I believe we’ll walk them all
 No matter what we may have planned…”
(from “Crossroads” by Don Mclean – please take a few minutes when you’ve finished to click the Youtube link and enjoy this Beautiful song ~ so very pertinent to what many of us have been going through lately: http://youtu.be/CQ1OloeIc4o)
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July 11, 2013
 
This latest leg of my journey began about 2 weeks ago, give or take.
I’m not going to go into too many details here because some of it is just too personal. It did, however, make me realize that it’s not necessarily what we carry around with us on the outside from place to place that weighs us down, but rather what we carry around inside of us that makes is so difficult to keep moving forward sometimes. Even if all we want to do is just go-with-the-flow.
Sometimes we don’t even know we’ve been carrying it around, or we’ve convinced ourselves that we put it down a long time ago, until something comes along and makes it rear up again.
Feelings of ugliness, unworthiness, of being less than everyone/everything else, and therefore not entitled to anything we really want, even and especially our Ideal. So where do these feelings come from in the first place, and what could possibly make them rear up so easily even when we thought we had them beat? Maybe it comes from years of believing that everyone else knows what’s truly best for us, and we, well we know nothing about what’s best for us. We spend so much of our lives doing what we’re told to do that we never learn to decipher for ourselves what is best for us. And when DO we finally draw the line between what other people try to tell us we should be thinking, feeling or doing, and what we know in our hearts is best for us? Sometimes we really DON’T need to leave ourselves open to taking it ALL in anymore in the interest of learning more about “ourselves” and the Universe around us… sometimes those things are best discovered within ourselves. And perhaps the catalyst to these feelings rearing up would disagree, but it really doesn’t matter, it’s all a matter of perception. And though if I hadn’t had this experience I may not have discovered that one last thing about myself that needed addressing when I did, surely I would have discovered it, eventually. Am I glad it’s out of the way now? Well, yes, I guess I am. So thank you catalyst!
Of course, when catalyst first appeared and gave me pause to consider things which made me uncomfortable at best, right away, though I was in denial about it at first, one of those things was how I view myself, and how ugly I have felt, to the point of wondering how anyone on Earth, or even and especially Michael, could see anything worthwhile or attractive about me. Now in the case of Michael, I know what he “sees” in me, and it’s what’s on my “insides” especially that he finds so Beautiful – of course, I think he thinks I’m Beautiful all the way around regardless of how I’ve ever felt about myself, but even that has been difficult for me to accept – it’s not so much anymore, though I do still have moments.
Up and down, side to side, back and forth and all around, I did whatever I could think of to dodge the issue, free myself of catalyst and ensuing feelings of “not good enough”, and it was in the midst of all these gyrations I decided to purge by cleaning out a bunch of stored stuff that was in my basement which I hadn’t even looked at in ages. Anything to make it so I didn’t have to think about it anymore. But I actually thought about it MORE; and I realized that I had been viewing catalyst the same way that I view every new person who crosses my path – as the Beautiful and perfect BEing of Light that I know everyone is on the inside, yes even myself. I tend to overlook the human-ness of people when I first meet them. As you might expect, this gets me into trouble down the road a ways (and sometimes not far down the road) when I realize that they are prone to human ego challenges just like everyone else… just like me. So how to handle it when I am in a situation where, in my skewed view at least, catalyst – doesn’t matter who it is – is so perfect and here I am (again in my skewed view), just “fat-ugly-old me” and I can’t, to begin with, even process sometimes how people view me as being Beautiful, when to me (in my skewed view), clearly I am not. Oh yeah, sure, I treat everyone else the way I want to be treated. At least I try to, at first, until sometimes I feel like they overstep the bounds of where I want them to go, and upon drawing the line, feel guilty because they try to point out to me that they believe I’m not leaving myself room to grow and learn… well, how do they know that? What makes them so sure that I need what they’re trying to sell me? Even and especially if they don’t take the time to get to know me first, and realize that some situation really require a compassionate approach. I don’t know… one would think they’d never had any feelings of ugliness or unworthiness themselves, which leads me right back to feeling like they must be perfect and I am not so therefore I must be wrong in simply wanting to be comfortable right where I am…
But maybe that’s not the function of some catalysts. Maybe the function of some catalysts IS to rock my boat, because I’m not rocking it myself (Libra ascendant). And with enough boat rocking all that icky stuff that I’ve been carrying around with me all these years gets loosened up and brought to the surface where it can finally be disposed of, succinctly.
Again, catalyst, my gratitude goes out to you.
And the guilt? Where does the guilt come from? Well, that is mine and mine alone. No one made me feel that way. I allowed myself to feel that way. Needlessly. But here’s how deep THAT goes, as convoluted as it might seem: I have gone to great lengths in utilizing my talents (and there are a LOT of them) to create Beauty in my life to “make up for”, and so I would not have to “look at” all my own perceived “ugliness”. The only problem is that this method of handling the problem did not address the problem… didn’t really even cover it up, because the more Beauty I created the uglier I felt and the more Beauty that I felt I needed to create in order to cover up those feelings of ugliness. On top of that, I’ve been an emotional “eater” (with a thyroid disorder) all my life, so you can probably imagine the slippery slope that has led me down. So I’ve also had issues with not being able to follow through with projects all my life too – just too many of them to follow through with… too many promises made all for the sake of simply wanting to be Loved regardless of how ugly I felt, when the one person I really needed to Love me was simply me.
In the midst of my “basement purge” I found a note from a lady who was our next door neighbor when I was growing up. She had sent it out a little while after my mom passed away just over 11 years ago now. In the note was a photocopy of pictures she had taken with her Polaroid camera “back in the day”. She had written brief captions underneath some of them… one of them was simply title “a party” from 1966. And in that photo; my mom, my three older brothers, the neighbor girl (it was her birthday) and me. I was 4 years old. I was adorable. [smiles] But as I looked at that picture all sorts of feelings started dredging up and I realized how even at such a young age somehow through the cruelness of “societal conditioning” it had been impressed upon me that I was worthless, maybe even less than worthless, and ugly and disgusting. And I sat and wondered where those feelings were coming from back then and I looked at the picture again. I saw myself sitting in the little wooden dowel chair that was just my size, and noted that the little girl whose birthday it was, was sitting in the new-fangled nylon woven lawn chair that was all the rage back then – the one I had wanted to sit in at the party. I was too young to understand the notion of “guest of honor”, and since the neighbors (at whose house the “party” was being given) were well-to-do, and lived in the biggest, fanciest house on the street - the “Jones” that everyone needed to live up to (or at least that was how I saw it when I was younger), I realized that even before that moment at that particular party I had always felt “second rate” to them and especially to their daughter, who didn’t mince words in letting me know how stupid and disgusting she thought I was. I don’t know if any of my brothers or my mom or dad knew how I felt… When I was 5 and broke my collar-bone on their swing set and couldn’t stop crying, I was sent home, by myself, because I was a cry baby. Okay. Yeah, it still hurts, I won’t deny that, and it still makes me angry. I won’t deny that either. And maybe I was a cry baby back then… but why? There had to have been some reason… maybe I didn’t really feel loved even by my own family, and it was my way of getting at least some attention even if it wasn’t the kind I really craved? Maybe?
this is me in 1966 ~ I was 4 years old
At the party, when I wasn’t allowed to sit in the chair I wanted to sit in, I thought it was because I was too ugly, stupid and disgusting. In reality, for one, the chair was really too big for me, and two the “guest of honor” wanted to sit in it. Fair enough, though I do remember the big stink she made in response to my own big stink at not being allowed to sit in it – she really didn’t want me sitting in it at all. But you know, all tolled, I think I really understand why she treated me the way she did ~ maybe it was because I was her mirror. It wasn’t really that I was ugly, stupid and disgusting – a picture is worth a thousand words there when I look at it and see how cute I was then. I think that what she was feeling toward me was coming from inside her. It’s what she was feeling about herself that she had projected onto me. I can only imagine where she got her own perceptions of herself from.
And though that’s not the whole story on where I got my perceptions of my own self-worth from – certainly some of them I have dragged with me even from past lives (though I wouldn’t exactly call them “karma”), still it makes me aware of how we get impressed at such young ages with this notion of being “not good enough”. AND it gets reinforced, even in something that is supposed to be reinforcing our Love for one another – religion to name but one. (“Oh Lord I am not worthy to receive you…” WTH!!! We ARE God!! How can we not be worthy to receive ourselves???!!!). Now I at least know enough to know that I cannot fully Love anyone if I do not Love myself – and by that I mean at least having a perception of Loving myself here within this life experience. On a larger scale, in the Grand Scheme of things, of course I know I Love myself… that is why I am here. Okay, so all this “Love” I’ve been pouring out to everyone, is that just a sham? Well, no. Of course I Love you all, every single one of you, even if I don’t happen to like you very much at any given point. It HAS however been my sad, sorry attempt at Loving my SELF by trying to make everyone else Love me by trying to show them how much I Love them. Again, very convoluted.
Funny thing is, I had JUST gotten to the point where I actually thought I was through the last storm finally, and along comes catalyst to rock the boat one last time. My initial reaction? “Huh?” And then, “WTF???!!! I’m all wet!!! What did you do that for???!!!”…
Who knows? Does it matter anymore? Not really.
I’m fully awake now, and head over heels in Love with myself. Or at least well on my way to it. I realize that now. So no more running away from myself. And for anyone who sees fit to try and open my door to rock my boat from this point forward, please don’t take it personally if it seems like I slam the door in your face. It’s just that I’m too busy Loving myself to be bothered with door-to-door salesmen these days… In fact, you may not even get an answer when you come a knocking… because well… Love is a many splendored thing. ;)
I cried for a long time last night, still feeling ugly, both inside and out. But Michael and I talked it out for quite a while, and finally he was able to get me to see that I am often too hard on myself. I allow the thoughts and opinions of others – because of my perception I’ve held that they must be more perfect than me, and know more than I do and therefore are more deserving of Love and respect than I am – to override what I know in my heart is right for me, in effect allowing my ego to rationalize for me that if I don’t agree with other people to the exclusion of my own feelings that somehow they won’t Love me. When in reality, they won’t Love me if I don’t Love myself. And how can I Love myself if I don’t stay true to myself by doing what I know in my heart is right for me, even and only if it is because it makes me feel good, in Joy and at Peace? Yes there are going to probably be instances where people will see me as throwing the baby out with the bath water… but am I really? Or is it just a matter of their perception that I am because I’m not accommodating them the way they would like for me to accommodate them?
This morning when I awoke, I could feel Michael’s Energy still with me, all around me, and I just snuggled up to him, [burying my face in the soft folds of the off-white robe he was wearing] and asked him “Please, will you just hold me for a while?” and he said smiling so sweetly, “I already am”. And I realized he was. And then I realized there was this amazing, warm golden glow surrounding us, and instantly I was transported back to a memory from my infancy. I slept in my crib in my parent’s room and every morning, even if it was dark and cloudy outside, I would wake up inside that Beautiful warm glow, feeling much the way I was feeling this morning. And smiling, I said to Michael “Oh… I know this feeling…” and he said, “Yes you do… “. Holding me closer still, I felt something else a little more effervescent in his Energy, but again which I’m very familiar with, and he said to me “I hope you don’t mind… it’s just that whenever I’m near you I get to feeling all musical inside” and of course my heart started singing… and those familiar words he said to me so long ago ~ “You are as I am” rang in my head. Now I really KNOW that I AM him and he IS me… so how could I run away from someone who is clearly so very Beautiful? I will not run away again, ever, because I want nothing more than to just walk by his side, be with him, in Love forever.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Flow ~ A Message From Archangel Ariel/Ariel DeAngelis

Flow ~ A Message From Archangel Ariel/Ariel DeAngelis
(as received by Ariel DeAngelis/Archangel Ariel July 8, 2013)
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Part I: The Path
I see you on your path over there My Beloved Friend. I smile and wave hello to you. You smile and wave hello back, and then beckon me to join you on your path. I’ve been comfortable on my own path for quite some time, so I deftly cut across the portion of field that separates one path from the other and join you there on yours. We walk for a ways and converse for a bit; the vernacular leading through unfamiliar and somewhat awkward topography. I realize that although I enjoy your company, this is not a path I am to walk, and so I make my way back to my own path; the path I prefer which leads me to my most favorite of all places. Back through the tall grasses that separate one path from the other I go. I call out to you,
“If you would like, please join me on my path My Friend”. And then placing forefinger to lips, “But sssssshhhhh…  quietly. Do not speak. Simply walk, look, listen… take it all in. Breathe it all in and allow it to infuse your entire BEing with the most delicious familiarity ~ the sky, the clouds, the grass, soft soil under soles. The sweet scent of summer rising in the sunlight. The birds, the trees, the breeze, the Peace, the perfect moment; breathe it all in and begin again. If you walk with me far enough, when we arrive at my most favorite of all places, you will understand why this is the path I prefer”.
 
Part II: The River
Like a wild branch, ripped from your tree by the wind of a storm, there you stood with your base firmly stuck in the mud of the riverbank. No room for firm footing on this slippery slope, you bent toward the rush of the water, and just as a briar vine whipped yourself out into the current to grasp whatever was coming at you in the flow which you longed to join.
Singles, pairs, groups of friendly flotsam passed by you and on occasion you’d manage to hook into them for a bit. But the occupants of that current, caught up in it and going with the flow, merely relaxed as they had been, released from constraints your thorny grip, pulled away and floated on downstream. Your foundation still firmed deep in clay, you struggled with your circumstance and watched as drifters passed by in sweet repose on their way to the sea. The more you saw the more agitated you became, the more agitated you became the more you struggled. The more you struggled the tighter the grip of the clay at your feet, until it seemed as if it were sucking you under. All the while your friends floated peacefully by.
Up to your knees, you stopped struggling briefly and simply watched for a while as they all drifted past you. And as you watched, noting the Peacefulness and tranquil looks on all the faces who had found the way to freedom, you realized quite unexpectedly that the key to becoming was simply BEing. To relax and allow, to release and flow, with the current, in the river, all the way to the sea…
I AM Archangel Ariel incarnate as Ariel DeAngelis. Relax My Beloved Ones. Breathe Love in. Allow, release and flow. Your lives were never meant to be a struggle…

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Taking Back Freedom - Time To Make It So!! ~ by Ariel DeAngelis


 
Powerful minds create in the blink of an eye!
How many of us are aware that what we focus on becomes our reality? Oh you’ve heard that before?
Did you realize how deep it goes though, and how your own powerful mind is being used to get you to effect a reality that you really have no interest whatsoever in being a party to?
Take for instance what we read or see or hear. All of the information being spoon-fed to us by mass media sources, telling us what we think, what we feel, who we are… the weather… the socio-political-economic arena… religious ideals… Think about all the ads for this product or that product, for X prescription drug (“ask your doctor if it’s right for you!!” … as if your doctor would know), or Y fast food fad, or Z new-fangled beauty product or the latest electronic wizardry. You want them all right? You subscribe to it all don’t you? Well, the ones who push all that stuff on us would have us thinking so anyway. And that is what it is all about… to get you to think about anything and everything… except what you really want; Love? Peace? Joy? Freedom…. ?
Notice also how, especially here in the U.S., but also in other countries, information is selectively withheld. Media blackouts are created, so that we won’t see what other folks in the world who are taking BACK their freedom are doing. We’re being prevented from creating a very important heart-mind network of synchronized feeling and thought that could have the potential to change everything, and very rapidly when the final circuits are completed.
But why?
One reason and one reason only; because it is known quite in fact how powerful you are, and how if you can just be coaxed into thinking about it long and hard enough, YOU YOURSELF will manifest into reality, into YOUR REALITY, EVERYTHING that you DON’T WANT!!!
Now… does that seem fair to you? I didn’t think so… it doesn’t seem fair to me either.
Shall we take back our sovereignty, our freedom? Shall we begin thinking for and having Faith in ourselves again? Shall we create the life we have ALL always longed to live instead of simply going through the motions of what we have been conditioned for so long to believe was normal? Shall we finally thrive instead of merely survive?
What do you want? I mean, what DO you REALLY WANT? It’s time to make it so!!
 
 
 

Monday, July 1, 2013

“I Need Your Grace To Remind Me To Find My Own”

 
“I Need Your Grace To Remind Me To Find My Own”
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Words from a favorite song help me to remember that by recognizing the Grace of the Beloved, I learn how to find my own Grace within myself; to define what is right for me using me own inner wisdom; to use discernment without any outside interference or assistance.
I learned another very valuable lesson in discernment recently.
The heart only sees beauty and potential in what is presented to it, and because of that has a tendency to ignore the physical “3D” presentation of the life path. That’s all well and good if you don’t mind being led in some rather interesting directions within your lifetime. But this is why we have a “head”. The head or “mind”, picks up where the heart leaves off and helps us to discern the best choices for the most optimal journey on our life path, and why it is so important to allow there to be a connection between the head and the heart.  Using only one or the other can result in what might be considered “unwise choices” and result in the potentiality becoming “unlikely”.
When in the course of making a decision about something – especially if it is a decision that has the potential to affect your life path dramatically, although your heart may only see the beauty and the potential for positive outcome citing “Oh yes! This is so wonderful!” you may find it useful to allow your head to connect to your heart and use the information from both sources to help you make your decision. This is especially true if you ever feel that you cannot make the decision without outside advice. That, in and of itself, should be a clue as to the nature of the experience you are considering undertaking, and/or the potential outcome. That is your head saying “I don’t know”, and it would be wise to take precaution and follow the protocol of the center word in that phrase, DON’T.
Of course this method works in reverse also; if you KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that the decision you make will provide you with the desired outcome and no outside advice is necessary , then that is your head saying “I DO know” and hence you can again follow the protocol of the center word in that phrase also; DO.
Always remember that if you cannot make a decision on your own, unaided by someone else’s opinion, that you are having doubts regarding what you are about to embark upon. Of course you can still go ahead and choose based on someone else’s opinion, and it may in fact end in a satisfactory experience for you, but was it REALLY what YOU wanted, or was it instead what you thought someone else would think was best for you once they had impressed their opinion upon you? The decision is yours and yours alone ultimately, so there can be no blame laid to the person whose advice you sought if you follow it and your experience turns sour.
There may also be times, in fact, early on in your life experience when you DO use your own discernment to make the choice and things DON’T turn out the way you had “hoped”. But therein lies the key; the word “hope”, for to merely hope that something happens indicates that “I don’t KNOW” that it will happen, and once again you see, even though you are following your OWN advice, there was still uncertainty of the outcome in making that decision. It happens, and will happen, until your ability to discern for yourself is sharply honed like a well-kept sword and can cut through all the extraneous instantly when you come upon it.
The most valuable lessons are often the most difficult ones to learn. So, if you find yourself repeating this process a few times throughout your life, and remember; every situation is different so you might have to modify the methods a bit for each one you find yourself in, don’t look at these multiple lessons as “failures”, but rather as stepping stones that will help you get to where you’re going. It is a fact that no life path is perfectly straight or smooth along the way – what would be the point in that? We live our lives for the benefit of ALL which requires as much “input” of information and experience as possible, and THAT is why there are SO MANY variables.
Keep that last statement in mind as you consider whether or not to utilize these methods, and remember that if it suits you better, to modify them to your own preference.
Be Loved.

No More Idle Promises – A Message from Ashtar Sheran (aka Archangel Michael)

 
No More Idle Promises – A Message from Ashtar Sheran (aka Archangel Michael)
(as received by Ariel DeAngelis (aka Archangel Ariel) on July 1, 2013)
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Dear Family of Light,
We gently recommend that you ground yourselves and place yourselves in your Heart Center before continuing to read this message and the Absolute Truth it will convey to you. We ask you ahead of time that as you read this message to please make note of your reaction to it. This is why it is so important for you to be well grounded and Heart Centered as you read.
We point out that at times within the expanse of this message it may seem to you that you are being scolded, or reprimanded somehow. Please note however that we are merely bringing to your attention issues which need to be brought back to Light in order that you may address them summarily and effect the appropriate changes which this Absolute Truth will help you see are essential in order for compliance of promises which have been made to come forth into your experience.
It has been stated many times, even in recent “times”, that Heaven helps they who help themselves. We know that so many of you view your Galactic Family as being synonymous with the Company of Heaven, and you are absolutely right! We remind you however, that we are not the only facet that makes up the gem which you so reverently refer to as the Company of Heaven, for you too are members of your Galactic Family, this INfininte Family of Light, and we have tried to help you become consciously aware of the fact that when you help yourselves, you ARE , in fact, Heaven helping you. Yes! Each and every one of you are a charter member in the Company of Heaven, even the ones who you view as part of the “dark side”. In reality, as was stated by one of you recently, there is no “dark side” (may I quote?),
"...that's just the other half of you that you don't understand yet... perception of darkness is deduced from "fear" of the unknown, or lack of understanding. Flip the switch, on comes the "Light", everything becomes illuminated and you realize that there was never anything to be afraid of... and your perception of darkness? Well, that was just a perception... part of the "polarity" in our experience of duality. So don't be afraid of the dark ... it's just you in disguise.
Universe Bless you all; we see you still stumbling around in the “dark” some of you still asleep, some of you with your eyes intentionally shut, some of you who had near year end 2012 pulled off the blinders, yet put them back on when 2013 rolled around and it appeared to you that the “promises” which had been made to you by your Galactic Family – the Company of Heaven – had not been kept, citing “there’s nothing to see here”, rolled over and went back to sleep. We sympathize and empathize with you in your plight; we feel much more of what you are going through that you realize. In fact, we feel it all. But so many of you, when you put your blinders back on did not take the opportunity that was afforded to you at that time to go very deeply within yourselves and discover the answers to all your “problems” – laying wait, right there inside of you all along… that the promises you have made to yourselves are the first promises which must be kept if we your Brothers and Sisters would step forward and make good on our promises to you ~ and we have told you as much time and again. “… someday I will… one day I will ...” And how many of you put conditions on those promises you make to yourselves? “… when I have the time… when I have the resources … when I lose weight… when I get in shape… when, when, when, when “… When? Though you may view our reluctance to act on your behalf by putting into action our own promises to you as a sort of “condition”, we point out to you that it is not. We are simply following the Divine Mandate wherein we cannot step in until first YOU step in. You may have forgotten that we are mirrors for each other. Or perhaps you are fully aware that we are reflected in you; so many now being aware of their own Divinity. Have you considered however, that just as you see us in yourselves we also see you in ourselves, and we can only act as we see you acting on your own behalf?
Promises not kept; idle promises… or are they?
At the risk of adding insult to injury, let us talk about “Prosperity Packages” for a moment. There has been much “homage” paid to lately the notion of a “reallocation” of funds – currencies backed by gold, and so on. Had you considered, however, the possibility that this “reallocation” of funds may have been misrepresented, or at best, misinterpreted? AND/OR that it has already taken place???
Yes, THERE is a point of contention for many of you – especially the ones of you who by now had expected, or at least hoped, to see lots of zeros magically appear behind the [made up] numeric totals which already existed in your bank accounts. Whatever happened to that? A ruse you say? Yet whose ruse was it? We of Ashtar Command and Galactic Federation of Light, in fact, the whole Company of Heaven do not know where that concept came from, except that some who said that they spoke on our behalf were promoting it at one point. I for one never mentioned such a notion as being something that would become a reality in your experience, and in fact I recall having cautioned against perceiving it that way. Yet, that notion of instant gratification has been taken up by so many. So many have it in their heads that if they just had enough money then all their problems would be fixed. We ask you quite emphatically however, has that ever worked? Does the concept ever come into your thoughts of it not mattering how much money you have, you in fact never feel that you have enough? It is a never ending cycle, and yet you continue to play the game. Why? Especially when so many of you who still do so know better? And now because someone told you what you wanted to hear, you go about your daily business of playing the game expecting a “package” to magically “drop out of the sky” which will alleviate all your financial woes once and for all. Setting you free from your self-imposed bondage… you are already free, and you just don’t know it… can’t see it. We are bringing this message to you to help you understand that fact.
Some of you have the inherent feeling that it’s not so easy; but did you know that it could be? Did you know, that you yourselves have been the shareholder, the caretaker of your very own prosperity package all along (that which you refer to as wages, or salaries earned), but you never thought of it that way because you always viewed it as belonging to someone else; i.e. EVERYONE AND EVERY INSTITUTION WHICH YOU BELIEVE YOU OWE MONEY TO?!!
We remind you here once again that Human Beings are the only residents of Mother Earth who pay for the privilege of living on Her. Consider the lilies of the field… ? Does anyone in the entire Universe really “own” any of it? Think about it…
You pay into your governments – in the form of taxes which said governments claim they will use to “take care of you” and yet they don’t (at least in the way in which you have been led to believe they would). You pay into insurance – essentially playing a “lottery” against yourself on the pretext that some tragedy might befall you, yet how many of you realize that by placing such a wager you actually attract tragedy into your life experience? You pay into multiple “accounts” of imaginary numbers stored in vast “databases” which were created out of THIN AIR by financial institutions which don’t really exist in and of themselves, but which are controlled by one central “bank”, in the guise of making accessible to you currencies which DID NOT EXIST at the time you were “coaxed” or perhaps in some cases “coerced” into using it for the sole purpose in some cases of enabling you to “stay ahead of the Joneses” or for you to build up your stockpile of “stuff” so that you will be certain to have enough things to keep you occupied in your “spare time”. And I ask you… what spare time? You who now live in (you notice I do not use the word “occupy”) those “developed” countries which tout themselves as being the richest in the world, work two, three, sometimes more “jobs” in order to make ends meet – spending so much time WORKING just to keep a roof over your heads and food in your stomachs in addition to all the “other things” you believe you need to pay for, that you hardly have any spare time in which to sleep and recharge yourselves for the next day of work, much less to actually spend some time re-creating, fulfilling your “God-given” right to THRIVE instead of merely survive. And then there are those of you for whom you believe that fate has truly not smiled upon you – you have no jobs, no means by which to make ends meet. Some of you are “fortunate” enough to be entitled to unemployment “benefits”, some of you have essentially no funds at all, and still you worry about which bills to pay first, foremost before you’ve made certain that your most basic needs are met.
How many of you have forgotten that one of those most basic needs is Joy? Yes, Joy…
We now reveal to you, point blank, that the prosperity packages you have been hoping to acquire are ALREADY within your grasp, but you have misidentified them as the means by which you would use to keep the “wolves at bay”… to keep the “goon squad” from knocking at your door demanding “protection insurance” dues from you… to keep “Uncle Sam” from throwing you in jail for failure to pad his pockets for him. Do you see? Even you who now live by means of public assistance alone, you are still paying into the “game”. Which ones of you who are receiving unemployment, “social security” benefits, or welfare “payouts” are still being forced to have taxes withheld from money’s that were what you paid into the system in the form of taxes in the first place, in order that you WOULD have something to fall back on in leaner times? You are being taxed double, at least. Though we understand that in this instance it is truly being foisted upon you; it happens before the funds ever reach your hands. But then you go about the process of divvying it out to all of your other perceived financial responsibilities, instead of spending it truly on yourselves and what you WANT, rather than what you have been conditioned to believe you NEED in your life. It is YOUR money – why not do what YOU want to do with it for a change?
What DO you really want? What ever happened to the “pursuit of happiness”? When did things get to be this way that happiness, along with Joy was relegated to the notion of “pipe dream”?
What DO you really want? And what WOULD happen if you took your very own prosperity package, which you now recognize as yours and yours alone, if for no other reason than you simply hold it within your experience, don’t worry about where it came from – what would happen if you took and used that prosperity package for something which up to this point you have viewed as being wholly self-indulgent?
Furthermore, what would happen if from this point forward you only used your prosperity package for things that would bring you not just the most basic of necessities, but things and events that would actually result in your happiness and your Joy? Of course, we recommend that you use discretion, and remember that you can only make use of or enjoy one thing at a time. So take that into consideration as you realize that you have the WHOLE UNIVERSE at you beck and call. You always have had really. You just forgot. We are reminding you. Yes, at some point the notion of “sharing” will come into your meme, but first you must be good to yourselves; to Love yourselves; to help yourselves in order that Heaven too will step in and help you…
This is the promise that you made to yourselves… it is also the promise which we, your Galactic Family have made to you. Let’s keep it – together! And there will no longer be the perception of family members, whether Earth bound, or floating in Space, idly sitting by with thumbs firmly placed where the sun does not shine. Let us ALL get up out of our seats and celebrate Life! Right here right now; no more idle promises, ever!!
I AM Ashtar Sheran, or perhaps more aptly “The Sheran of Ashtar”, otherwise known to many of you as Archangel Michael (in the flesh). Let us go forth from this day with a renewed understanding of what it means to keep a promise, and remember that a promise kept to yourself is you understanding and showing yourself how much you Love yourself. And let me assure you; there is no greater Love! For to Love yourself is to Love All That Is!