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July 8,-Reprint
My Dear Friends!
Isn't it amazing when we can stop in the midst of our
lives and realize beyond the shadow of a doubt, that we are being
touched by Divine Hands? I realize it may not be something you
think about 100% of every day and that you may not even realize it more
than once or twice a year, but we ARE being touched -each and every one
of us- and that to me, is FABULOUS news!
In many ways our lives are like a beautiful
puzzle. Sometimes things run very smoothly and the pieces join
together one by one and other times, we are left to ponder just exactly
WHY a particular piece is so HARD to place or why that piece just won't
fit at all. And then we have those times where we find the perfect
piece, perfect in form, perfect in color and design and we rejoice right
then and there because THIS is the piece we've been looking for all
along and "no WONDER the other one wasn't right!".
This is what it feels like those times when we discover
we are and have always been touched by Divine Hands. It's in that
revelation, the moment the clouds part and things seem crystal clear (if
only just for a moment) in our lives, that we do realize we are not
alone walking the paths of our lives and that everything that happens,
has a real meaning and purpose. Granted, sometimes these moments
are fleeting and forgotten easily, which is why you find yourselves
almost constantly returning to that aching question, "WHY?!"
I love using the example of lost love when I talk about
this because we have ALL experienced it. When I was a teen I
thought the sun rose and set because of a boy named Jeff Sterling.
He was much older than I was but I was certain that he and I were
destined to one day become man and wife. We carried on for years
as friends; always with my secret prayers to God asking that Jeff
fall in love with me. Long story short...Jeff married someone else
and moved to Mexico. I was devastated and continued for years to
pray that he would come back.
When I 'd grown up and moved on, he did come back;
divorced, depressed, overweight, bald and unemployed. Did I fall
on my knees in thanksgiving to God? You BET I did! I thanked
Him for ignoring the prayers of a young girl who didn't realize what she
was asking for!
You ALL have stories and experiences just like this and
you also have smaller, less stellar examples of the Divine in your life
every single day. The secret is patience, faith and always...love.
The fact is, we each carry a spark of Divinity within
ourselves and so with each breath we take, we ARE being touched by
Divine Hands.
Have you ever felt the need to do something or even say
something and not really know what is prompting you until
afterwards? Or maybe you stopped yourself short of doing whatever
the deed was because you let doubt creep in and then later, you realized
you should have followed your heart?
Tonight, with your permission, I am indulging my
heart. I have been compelled lately to return to some books I
enjoyed long ago in part because I've been relating the story of my
life's journey with the angels and The Blessed Mother to a very dear
friend. Talking over and remembering old times brought me back to
a favorite book. In fact, it was the first book I ever read on the
subject of angels, Ask Your Angels Today, I opened the book
and read the following excerpt:
"Asking Is..."
"Asking is always a reaching out, an opening up
on our part. And as we open, we make ourselves ready to
receive. This moves us past the immediate restrictions and
limitations that we have taken on in this lifetime, transmutes them, and
reveals to us the wonders of life all around us.
Asking is not about demanding. Or
grasping. It's about remaining open, without judgment or
criticism, while the bits and pieces of information come together.
Asking simply means accepting whatever appears, and trusting that, at
the right time, the correct and salient understanding will be made known
for the best of all.
True asking doesn't come from fear or
aggression; it arises from the deep wish to know, and the
willingness to listen and receive. Being with your angels is not
about sitting in a darkened room with eerie music, a crystal ball, and
flickering candles (Alexis loves candles, sorry). We're all
capable of walking down a street and having a conversation with our
angels, not as a symptom of schizophrenia, but as a part of what it
means to be whole and healthy, to be eminently sane. Talking with
angels is the most natural thing in the world Everyone can do
it. And it's good for you. Good for your funny bone.
Good for your soul. Good for your body. Good for everyone
with who you come into contact.
When you Ask Your Angels, you can be sure that
you will be answered." ~borrowed from the
book, Ask Your Angels , by: Alma Daniel, Timothy Wyllie and
Andrew Ramer; Ballantine Wellspring Publishing.
This particular piece of writing takes me all the way
back to the first time I ever asked my own angels for a message.
I'd read this book, Ask Your Angels and it seemed simple
enough. So I sat right down and wrote them a letter asking in my
own naive way, for a sign and I received that sign almost
immediately! I was completely elated!
In many respects, I have always believed in my heart
that being "naive" is half the battle when it comes to most
forms of spirituality. What DOES the word "naive"
actually mean? If you are like most, what comes readily to mind
are words like, "gullible, stupid, not worldly,
inexperienced".
The dictionary defines the word "naive"
as: "deficient in worldly wisdom or informed judgment.
Not previously subjected to experimentation. Self-taught,
primitive". And this is EXACTLY true. I can sit here
all day long relating stories to you and instructing you on methods of
angelic communications, but until you experience this on your own, my
stories and teachings may remain only fiction in your heart.
This is why we always bring pen and paper to a Trinity
Angels Workshop! Because I am NOT content to allow you to just sit
quietly and listen to me tell you beautiful stories. I WANT YOU to
experience them as well and it is within YOU to do so!
~~as is usually the case, at this point in our class, we
took out our pens and papers and participated in a live, online exercise
which I loosely call a "guided meditation". I say
"loosely" because in essence, I simply ask YOU to relax, ask
your angels for a message, and then sit back and listen to a
story. When the story has reached its end, we pick up our pens and
write the words that flow into our hearts. This particular week, I
asked each person present to spend some time looking at the names of the
people in the class and allow herself to be drawn to one of the
names. Then we wrote the name of the person we selected down our
page in a vertical fashion, placing one letter on each line down the
page.~~
I read the following story and when finished, the class
began to write the messages that came into their hearts and many,
especially the recipients, were astounded at the accuracy and pertinence
of the messages they'd received via their class mates. I wasn't
surprised at all, because my dear friends, when we ASK with open hearts,
our angels ALWAYS answer.
If you would like to try this at home, I suggest you
either pick a name of a friend or loved one or simply use your OWN
name. Read the story and while doing so try to place yourself at
the scene. When you are finished, whisper to your angels that you
would like them to dictate a message. Then, using the letters on
each line as a guide, write what comes into your heart. I wish you
peace and love and the greatest joy in your message! God Blesses
You!!! You ARE part of Divinity! ~~Alexis :-)
Cracked Pots
A water-bearer in India had two large pots, each hung
on one end of a pole which he carried across his shoulders. One of
the pots had a crack in it, but the other pot was perfect. The
perfect pot always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the
long walk from the stream to the master's house. The cracked pot
arrived only half full.
This went on daily for two years with the bearer
delivering only one and one-half pot of water to his master's house.
Of course the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of
what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter
failure, it spoke to the water-bearer. "I am ashamed of
myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?"
asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"For the past two years," the pot said,
"I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack
allows the water to leak out as we travel. You don't get full
value for your efforts."
The water-bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot,
and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house,
I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the cracked pot took notice of the sun
warming the beautiful flowers on the side of the path. This
cheered it some, but at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because
it had leaked out half its load.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that
there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the perfect
pot's side? That's because I have always known of your flow, and I
took advantage of it.
I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and
every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
For two years I've been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate
my master's table.
Without you being just the way you are, he would not
have this beauty to grace his house."
Each of us has our unique flaws. We're all
cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws
to grace His Father's table.
~~author unknown~~
~~Remember dear friends, even though we may not always
realize it, we are touched every moment by Divine Hands!
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