It is miraculous and reviving. My daughter, Sarah, has her fifth eye wide open and can channel the angels and spirit guides. I have been trying, and soon will be able to, also. I have been told I need to relax, get more sleep, eat healthier, and slow down.
So you can see why I'm not apologizing for not posting these last few days. I have been under major reconstruction and I am so thankful. Oh yes, and I've been told by my spirit guide, Lena, that I am beginning to grasp gratitude, patience, and silence. And did I mention releasing anger? How much is buried in me I do not know, but instantly I knew why I stuff down food, nibble on sweets when sad, and more. Awareness is a blessing.
Most of all, Sarah's and my angels and spirit guides tell us they love us. My father and mother wrote, too. Love, as when he passed is my father's message. He instructed me to give my worries to him and to God, and to let my agony go about my mother. That she left me with plenty to write. My mother wrote that I need to go back and read all my notes, and just try (to write).
My message to you? That we are always connected and never separated from anything. The angels draw from my daughter's hand, the number 8 and she traces it round and round until I feel a burst of joy.
Infinity.
Constant and refreshing love. What we have been craving. It is always alive. As are we. Death is just a doorway to a grander existence. Purpose and passion.
Release the anger and live.
Now, for any skeptics reading this, I mentally asked the angels questions that my daughter did not know and yet she wrote the answer. I sat there stunned. And the handwriting was filled with delicious swirls, nothing like my daughter's handwriting. The angels send us a message: They love us. We are loved. An infinite amount of love. Fear and doubt is all that separates us.
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