Don’t Give Up

It has been my joy and my mission to share my connection and my experiences with the realms that lie beyond this world. I am blessed and deeply grateful for it all. It has been wondrous but it has also been what feels like the complete opposite.

This I believe is the whole point, to balance these extremes. The trials and the initiations can make you feel like you will not survive them. The love that you feel showering upon you and the messages and synchronicities you receive are beyond what you could ever imagine.

You live in a world that for the most part makes you feel you don’t belong here and you feel this every moment of the day. When you are in nature you feel you are nature. You breathe with the trees, merge with the mountains and dissolve into the sea. This is your true home on earth.

You know there is a higher purpose to everything and you look at everything on every possible level. Your physical body is like an acupuncture point on the planet and you are constantly transmuting enormous energies through your physical body.

You are struck by revelations that make you fall to your knees, both wondrous and horrifying, and you must go through the arduous process of assimilating it all into your physical body and your consciousness.

You know you came here to do this.

You know that each and every thing you overcome yourself, each kindness given, each thing truly forgiven, each act of compassion, each time you raise yourself up and start again, each and every single beautiful thing, you are changing the world.

The journey to love, the journey to truth, the journey to remembering the incredible divine beings we are was not meant to be easy. This is the life where all our past lives are coming forward. This is the shake-up. This is the turning point. This is the where and how we help each other and this planet.

I have seen firsthand, by the grace of Heaven, a person who to the outside world seems to be suffering, is lifting the lives of strangers thousand of miles away. What each of us does is magnified a million times fold by just knowing that this is not a possibility it is a divine truth.

As this journey continues, more and more I am so deeply grateful for those who travel this path, for it is true that knowing that even one someone understands can feel like a lifesaver.

Those that read this are my fellow travelers. I am sending a note of love and appreciation for every one of you.

I understand.

I am with you.

Don’t give up.

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Phoenix

Noelle Grace

I have been weepy for days.  Is it all the war, the thousands of refugees and the complete disregard for human life?  Is it the pain from the injury to my right arm and the connection to a past life that shows itself wherever I turn?  Is it the anniversary of my mother’s passing?  Is it the realization that there is no hope of reconciliation ever with someone I love so deeply?  Yes.  It is all these things and more.

I have not had a shred of inspiration to write for some time.  The pain in my arm has been the kind of pain I have never experienced before.  As I always do I look for the meaning in everything.  The right arm is my dominant arm and the side of the masculine.  This means I have been forced to use the left which is of course the feminine side.  That in itself is rather interesting.    I am being forced to rely more on the feminine side while suffering a deep and painful wound on the masculine side.

Just this morning I discovered that I cannot write by hand because it is too painful.  Everything I have ever written has been by hand because there is a natural organic flow that flows through the body and onto the page.  So I thought that perhaps this is another message that there is never only one way to do things.

I am by nature a happy and optimistic person.  I am also a person who feels and carries much in my physical body.  The emotional effects the physical.  The physical effects the emotional.  There are trials and initiations that bring us to our knees. There is love and beauty and magic that raises us again and again.

How many times must the Phoenix rise?