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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