Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.

~From the poem “Our Children” by Kahlil Gibran

Dear Friends,

I realize that this Love Letter won’t be for everyone and yet I feel compelled to share this story with you all. It’s about a conversation I had with the youngest teacher I have ever known whose mother, Lauren, gave me full permission to write what happened here. I truly hope it serves you.

I wasn’t always aware of my intuitive capabilities. You’ll never read in my bio how as a young child I was the kid in the hood who knew which neighbors were having an affair or which ones would contract some fatal disease as has been the case in the biographies I have read of so many intuitive types.  However, since I was 11 years old, I have long been fascinated with the mysterious “Other Side” after reading my aunt’s astrology book on sun signs.

Ironically, it wasn’t until my late 20s when I had come to a point of surrender, my life path significantly changed. My life had come to the point where I was unhappy with virtually all aspects of it. I didn’t have much faith and very little hope that I could find my way out just by prayer alone as I used to when I was a little girl.

However, some resilient albeit frustrated part of me engaged in a conversation with the “God” of my understanding in which I asked—no, I insisted—that if a Greater Source or Consciousness truly existed, I wanted to be shown—in a beautiful, and I stressed, non-scary way. And if this Source could prove to me that there was life after death, that if I could see angels, speak to my guides, feel healing energy come pouring through my hands and be able to tap into the lessons from my past lives (all topics that I loved to read about but had not yet experienced myself), I would spend the rest of my life teaching and speaking to people who wanted and needed this information, too.

The prayer was heard. The rabbit hole opened wide and opened big.

At first with a little serendipity here and a glimpse of something moving over there, I began to sense that someONE or someTHING was trying to grab my attention. I went to metaphysical stores. I read the books. I did the exercises. I practiced affirmations—for months. Then my body became involved and I started to feel my students’ physical, emotional and psychological issues in the chakra centers I had been studying. This provided me with the ability to ask these teens more probing questions, allowing them to express themselves more easily about what was troubling them. The insights I was receiving were startling.

I was passionate and intent in learning more. I worked with various oracle card decks and watched the cards I was meant to read flip over as if by magic and saw them fly across the room in some cases, leaving me with the clear message that there were Forces out there beyond what I could see with my physical eyes. The more I studied about life after death, past lives, angels, the energy body and the like, the more the messages from the Other Side came and the more I began to trust myself that what I was experiencing was real. My vision began to change and I could see movement in solid objects and the light around plants and trees, then people.

People who had passed on (and some who were still living) came to me in dreams to ask me to deliver messages to their loved ones. The Skeptic in me initially ignored the Messengers the first time they would show up in a dream, yet the Mystic and the Believer in me were stronger, so I stipulated that if he or she would come to me three times, I would pass on the messages to their loved ones. And so they did and so I would relay the messages, trusting that on some level if the recipients were willing to listen to what I was communicating, then a part of them most certainly wanted to know.

I started to see flashes of beautiful multi-colored lights everywhere, trying to decipher what they all meant. One time a seven-year-old girl asked if she had a guardian angel and two little white lights flickered behind her. She beamed when I told her she had two. Over time, the beings became brighter and the messages got louder to the point that no part of me could ever deny that we are indeed walking among angels and dimensions exist beyond what many of us know.

What a journey it has been these past 15 years, yet it’s just been in the last year that I realize what I’ve been doing is building a life based on what I love, allowing myself to follow my heart and letting the Guidance show me how to give and receive Love in and through greater measures.  One of the most significant witnesses to the gifts of listening to the voice within my heart just recently occurred during a Reiki session I was giving to a woman named Lauren in which I met the new Teacher I had mentioned at the beginning of this Letter.

Although it is normal for many different guides, angels and loved ones to come through for clients who desire this type of transmission during an energy session, the being with whom Lauren wanted me to connect hadn’t even been born yet, just twenty-eight weeks old in Lauren’s belly. In fact, James, as his mama calls him, is not scheduled to make his world premiere until January 2017. I had told Lauren I couldn’t promise her anything but was willing to try to connect as she had requested.

As soon as Lauren became comfortable and I laid my hands on her head, I heard the words as clear as someone said them in my ear, “Do you trust her?” I was delighted and surprised to receive an image of this little being with a scrunched-up face, pounding his teeny fist on his mom’s belly, demanding to know if she had consented to this energetic exchange. I incredulously relayed the message to Lauren, who laughed and immediately rubbed her belly, soothing him with her words, “I trust her.”

That was all he needed to hear. James, whom I affectionately call “The Director” promptly took over the entire session. The messages poured out of this Little Master, initially revealing his goal: to model for others Unconditional Love with the help of his mother. He talked about their soulmate connection, having been best friends, siblings, and lovers in some of their past lives and with this deep connection they had some work to do in this incarnation. And even though he acknowledged the bond with his mother, James was not playing favorites, saying, “I am here for Dad, too.”

Lauren was in bliss as message after message poured out. When I didn’t relay things quickly enough (James being an enthusiastic communicator) or I attempted to edit what he was saying, he would wildly move around in his mom’s belly and my third eye would intensely pulse until I directly told her what he was telling me. Tears streamed from my eyes as I spoke–this boy’s Love was so strong and pure.

James is coming into the world in the next several weeks already knowing his purpose and passionate about fulfilling it. I imagine what a wonderful gift for every person on this planet to know as James knows that we are here for a purpose and that purpose is to do what we Love for Love. I think about this little Master being born and wonder how many other little Masters disguised as Angels will walk with him to remind us to connect to our hearts and what it is that lights our soul on fire, bringing us back to the path of True Love.

Many would agree I’m sure that we seem to have arrived at a crossroads in humanity where we have swung so far away from the Innocence in all of us that we have to find that part of ourselves again because the Innocence of our hearts knows what inner transformations need to take place and knows how to lead us through wise and compassionate action to honour each other and this planet.

My meeting with the Director was one of the most surprising and beautiful experiences of my life, for I was reminded about what it was I truly wanted to know and to have when I was in my 20s—a life purpose, one deeply rooted in doing what I love. And it’s one thing to understand at the level of the mind that we have a Life Plan dedicated to the most powerful force in the world—Love—but another to feel and then live it at the level of the heart.

Living in Love (the best way I know how),

Love Letter #13
November 28, 2016

Photo Credit by Drew Hayes