When the hour nears
and you slip away
into the whispers
of the long and lonely night
the angels are guarding
and hear your silent prayer
for there are not many
who can stand with you this hour
but one appears
for she too can not sleep
for the time is at hand for the two
to be as one
united in their prayers
united in their past
like a river overflowing
with ancient stories to tell
slowly and thoughtfully
uncovering and remembering
comforting and understanding
as only they must do
for the secret that they share
is like a precious jewel
made of sacrifice and glory
and the sword of love and truth
As we continue our deep work within, the veil continues to thin. The veil continues to thin during this time on earth to open our hearts to much much more. To free ourselves from what we think is. For what we think is, is an illusion. And who we think we are is a speck of who we are truly destined to be.
These beautiful emanations of love have come to heal us of our ancient wounds and lift us to a place of peace and unity and comfort, for they are the Comforters.
These emanations resonate with every cell in our bodies and spark a remembrance of truth in our hearts. Gazing upon these colors and shapes is like listening to a beautiful symphony, one so beautiful it makes you weep. It is a symphony of love and truth and remembrance.
This is the next cosmic step.
This is the merging of worlds
Breathe it in.
I have been reminded at this very moment in time of a magnificent event I was blessed to witness. As my best childhood friend was in hospice and her passing was eminent I visited her late one night. I was sure she would pass in a matter of hours. Her words were garbled and she was in and out of consciousness. However the next morning she was sitting up bright eyed and lucid and wearing lipstick. I was so astounded by this incredible awakening I asked her what had happened. She told me that the angels came last night and that she spoke with them. She asked them to give her more time and this they granted her. I immediately got my journal and wrote down everything she said as she rose out of a very drugged and weakened state and spoke perfectly eloquently.
Sally’s message:
“The angels were looking at me and said, mind, body, spirit, thought, were to be together these last few days together. It is very possible the angels said, we could be together even though we don’t declare that we want to continue living in the physical form. That’s ok. Every day is anew, there is a penchant for that.
I told the angels I am best with both. I won’t be crazy when death comes. I am best with both…living and going.
The angels were happy, they felt miraculously happy, miraculously happy, that you are happy and free, that I was happy knowing that even every minute counts, that everybody mattered in my life.
I heard you last night Gail. And when I go I will touch hands with Mary Magdalene. And when I go, the spirit world will open up to you and what will be will be and you are going to be sanctified, unbelievable, and everything will be the second world for us. But for now our world is here and that is why we cry. “
May we all open our hearts to the second world for the time is surely at hand.
This is a channeled message I wrote many years ago when I was writing the Mary Magdalene book. I just came upon it as it has been missing. There is a theme lately of discovering past messages that seem to need to be brought into the light now. It is beautiful and I felt it should be shared.
There was much time we spent alone. He would gaze off and think of what was to come and I would gently bring him back to the present and into my eyes and my arms and remind him of what he was accomplishing though he truly felt it was not enough. He felt the job was too big for one man. He felt it was too difficult to change these hearts. He was unaware really of what he was doing for I think when he spoke and did these things he was as if in another place and when all was quiet and he was feeling just as a man he would feel this loneliness and fear.
I was happy to be the one to remind him of how he was being received and all that it meant. He was in need of comfort and encouragement the same as anyone. He looked to me for solace, he looked to me for the truth and he looked to me for the reflection of love that he poured into me in every moment for I in turn filled him and sustained him for my heavenly support surrounded me and guided me.
I felt as in a dream, I felt in each and every moment that when this was taken from me I would surely die with him, for what could be left for me? But he spoke of how I would go on and he told me of how I would teach and heal and he said it was meant to be and nothing could change it. We lived in this awareness, we counted our blessings, we filled ourselves with love, as if there would be no tomorrow and we brought one and other back time and again from the fear of what was to come.
Bow your heads and let go of all thoughts of tomorrow. Know that this he continued to do in the face of what he knew was his destiny. For what then shall you fear? For all is designed for your own awakening and all is made ready for your own resurrection for what else is there if you continue to blind yourself? What else can there be if you refuse to see that every living moment is precious and divine and your heart was given to give and receive love.
Worry and fear disguised to distract you from living each day in the light of Christ. Come back with the breath, the breath of the Holy Spirit. Come back and feel the power of love, the love inside you, the love everlasting, this heavenly gift from his heart to yours.
The Heart of Love 