Spiritual Forum

Dear Dave,
This letter wouldn't fit as a response to your comments so I am placing it here instead. It is meant for anyone who wishe to read actually and speaks to my experiences as I have travelled this journey.

Last evening I read your profile a bit more in depth.  I have had friends, mothers of my children’s friends and patients with Huntingtons Chorea.  I’ve been in the nursing profession for over 45 years and an RN for 42 of those.  I just want to extend my love and deepest regard to you and Judy.  My prayers and blessings to both of you.

I also wish to address your comments to me at this time.  I thank you for taking the time to write your thoughts in this manner and am well aware they came with the highest of intentions for my well-being.  It is difficult to address issues at times due to the lack of “knowledge” of one another’s backgrounds.  I realize my comments on my facination on Mr. Le Par's trance induced channelling may have raised red flags so am going to try to give you a somewhat better understanding of who I am, what I do and what I do not doJ.

I am 64 years old and cut my baby teeth on Edgar Cayce way back in the mid 60’s.  I did my fair share of “dabbling” with the “occult” at that time and received fair warning as to the repercussions of reaching into areas that:
a.            I had not the maturity or knowledge to understand.
b.            A true awakening to the powers that lie beyond the veil – both for good and “lower energies” as we now call them.

Due to what a group of friends and I were doing (Ouija board, automatic writing and séances – yeah I know – horror of horrorsJ), I became aware of “spirits” following me through my daily routine – multitudes of them.  Crowding me is a better way of putting it.  I could walk into an empty amphitheatre and be aware that every chair was occupied, every aisle was filled and they surrounded me on all sides.  Much more recently I was told “they” filled the room from top to bottom, side to side and from our perspective “there was no room left at the inn”.  It was not “evil” presences I felt but for an 18 year old who already had some “talents”, it was a rather terrifying way of life with no support and no guidance from anyone of the human realm.  And “they” could tell me whatever “they” wanted but, if I had heard the words,  I would not have understood they  did not come from my own inner confusion and fright.  The only thing I could do to have “them” leave me alone at night was to recite the Lord’s Prayer and 23 psalm.  I am not, and have never been, a “religious” being but that certainly taught me the value of prayerJ

I’m skipping a lifetime and bringing you into my life in 2004.  I was in a marriage where all things spiritual were met with scorn, derision and fear.  My life was a large void and filled with darkness and greed, fear and the knowledge that everything I was doing was TOTALLY against what I believed was right, honourable and good in life.  Finally at the age of 58, I walked out of that life and into this new one.  The day I left those “multitudes” were behind me pushing me out the door.

I want you to know that what I am about to share does not come from ego but is given to you and all that read this with the utmost of humbleness and gratitude to those Great Beings that stood beside me and guided me through a very tumultuous time in my life while I struggled to regain both my sovereignty and my very survival financially through what was not an amicable divorce by any stretch of the imagination.  That journey can be read on the book I developed during 2005 – 2006 for anyone who is interested.  The book is called “In Search of my Soul – A Healing Journey” and is downloadable free on my website www.theworldoftheluck.com
Although those days were difficult, they were not the “dark days of my soul” as we call it.  That came later.

During this time I began writing (my own words for the most part) and truly searching for that part of myself that seemed to have been lost.  In 2007 my sister was diagnosed with cancer and came to live with me.  The intentions were that she would stay for a short period of time while she recuperated and then move on to fulfill her own dreams.  That did not happen and THIS period of time became the dark days of soul!  The journey was long, hard and arduous.  It was not the cancer that caused us the problem.  She went into liver failure and became incapacitated in so many ways – the worst of which was a loss of mental faculties that required 24 hour surveillance.  There were just the two of us in an isolated rural area with no help available to take the pressure off.  Eventually I put her in the hospital where I worked but that was even worse.  She began following me around like a lost puppy so I quit my job, brought her home and nursed her through until the end.

Now comes a glimpse into some of my experiences.  The sharing that follows might be interpreted as coming from my ego and a desire to elevate myself in the eyes of any who read this.  I assure it is not.

My sister and I lived alone on a farm in Northern Alberta.  Initially I lived in the house and she lived on a trailer in my yard.  She had been a teacher and had possessed an intellect that far exceeded my own.  As the disease progressed, there were times she was unable to dress herself, use the computer (she had been a “computer guru”)  and sometimes even write her own name.  She was more comfortable and “functionable” around her own things so eventually I moved into the trailer with her.  Trust me – I am not always love and light.  There were days I screamed to the heavens to lift us both out of this morass of debilitating pain we were both in.  I screamed at her at times and even kicked furniture and threw objects against the walls when things were really bad but somehow we always managed and her strength of spirit and understanding during those episodes, even in her state,  made me truly ashamed – but – I am human with all the frailties of a human beingJ

When she was unable to walk anymore, I would lie in bed with her and we would talk.  She would tell me the things and the people that she saw.  Someone with a more pragmatic view on life would have thought she was hallucinating – but I knew she wasn’t.

A few weeks before she died (ascended – however you want to put words to it) we were lying in her bed when I saw the most beautiful huge expanse of wings standing against the wall at the end of the bed.  The power of that presence is indescribable but I knew at once who it was.  Rilla looked at the end of the room as well and in her most school-teacherly, outraged tone of voice said
“I see you there!!!!”
I asked her who she saw.
“HIM!!!!”
“Rilla,” I said “You know he’s here to help you don’t you.”
She looked at me like I had totally offended and insulted her.  “NO!!!!”
I left it at that and asked her what he looked like.  She looked at the end of the room and her eyes travelled over his form in much the same way a woman would check out a great looking guy on the beach.
“Not bad……Not bad at all.”
Rilla had always been an “angel girl” and she had all kinds of them lying around her house.  I just looked at her and said
“Rilla, if you can’t trust and angel – who can you trust?”

Shortly after that my other sister and brother came to stay with us and in a few short days later she finally let go – but she fought mightily right to the end.

These were my dark days of soul and my first truly undeniable encounter with the Archangel Gabriel and what would come to be an understanding of his role in my life. I had thought that he was here to guide my sister on the rest of her journey – and so he was- but there were other reasons he made himself known to me with such energy of immense power and love.  Ever after that day, I would feel him standing just by my left shoulder.  At night when I went to bed the room and the whole house would feel as if it were being cradled in a gigantic hand and I was rocked to sleep each and every night.  Now THIS I did not share with anyone until – several months later - a friend came to visit.  When she got up in the morning she told me of the strangest feeling she had experienced – that of being rocked to sleep.

It was during this time I began to “talk” at length to Archangel Gabriel and other “friends from other places”.  They identified themselves to me as members of the Sirian High Council and - more to the point perhaps – members of the Rehabilitative Forces of the Sirian Energies that were guided under the auspices of Archangel Gabriel.  From late 2006 until this time I had channelled (automatic writing) their words but the process became intense following these days.  I was told that Archangel Gabriel is my Guardian Angel and when I questioned this – it seems totally unbelievable even to this day in my little human mind – I was told it is an honour I have earned throughout all my lifetimes.  You may do with this as you may, consider it as ego if you wish, but he is my guiding force, my protector and my friend – though some may wonder at that bit of familiarity as well.

I assist lost souls in their search for peace, travel to other worlds and talk to those struggling against the darkness in their lives, move from past to present times (not so much the future), enter parallel universes, talk to beings from other planetary systems containing aspects of both light and dark, Ascended Masters and several Archangels and their consorts etc.  On this level, I am a healer among other things and have had the accompaniment of many great beings join me as I walked the halls of the hospital in which I worked until one year ago as a nurse.  They have guided my words to those in emotional and spiritual difficulties and have channelled healing energy for pain relief and promotion of physical improvements through my hands, words and body.  On one particular evening so many people entered the doors that required their help that I came home totally exhausted and filled with pain and despair from all I had seen that night.  As I lay on my couch, I sensed the presence of a man in the room.  He was just sitting there – not saying anything but it was comforting just to have some company for a little while (I live alone).  All I could see as I lay there were the eyes of all who had crossed my path that day haunting me.  Finally I rose from my couch and sank into a tub of warm water and Dead Sea Salts.  As I lay there with tears filling my entire being but not overflowing, I sensed him enter the room and sit on the toilet (yes – I mean it with all truth).  Then I heard him say to me:

“I too have experienced this depth of pain for the sorrows of others.”

It was then I knew who he was for certain.  He also joined me many times during my days as a nurse.  One evening we had a woman admitted from another hospital with severe brain trauma.  She was sent to us because there was no hope for rehabilitation and was expected to remain in a vegetative state for the rest of her life.  She was young – late 30’s, maybe early 40’s.  I had never seen her before and as I stood at the doorway of her room speaking with another nurse inside the room – out of my mouth came the words:

 “I will have to do some research on this one.”

After the morning in my home, I immediately recognized the energy of who had joined us but I am not too sure who was more surprised at the words “I” spoke – me or my friend.  I was pulled back to the nursing station, picked up her chart and other fingers flipped through the pages (so quickly it is difficult to describe) and other eyes used mine to scan the words (again – more quickly than possible for any living being).  Later as I sat at the nursing station that night I thought of her in that room by herself locked within a body that couldn’t even utter an intelligible word, and in the instant I asked if someone could sit with her, I saw visions of white wings flying down the hallway to her room.  There is much more to this story but it is not meant for sharing at this time.  I will tell you that there were dramatic and unexpected improvements in her condition that some could attribute to the miracles of modern medicine but those miracles definitely had a lot of outside guidance and assistance.
 
There are many more events that I could share but they would take a book and I doubt we have room that hereJ  I am a Keeper of the Land and this land on which I live is a healing place in and of itself.  At one time during my divorce proceedings, I was desperate for money.  I had offered the land to men in hopes that a bit of rent might help; oil companies had approached me with requests to drill but nothing was falling in place.  One day as I walked the land I threw up my hands in despair and cried out aloud:

“Whatever is best for the land Lord!!!  It’s in your hands!!!”

Since that day, the road in front of my house has been paved which makes my life 100% improved (no more dirt and dust to contend with). Oil wells have gone up all around me but those on my property have pulled stakes and are no longer removing the oil beneath the surface and where there was once a shortage of water for the wildlife, three huge new dugouts were created and are steadily filling.  For a short time while these projects were underway, the wildlife disappeared but, this spring, I see the deer are back, I have seen Moose crossing my fields and Elk sign is abundant.  I have seen several on my walks along property just adjacent to this.  The Sharptail and Spruce Grouse along with many other varieties of birds  are also re-establishing themselves.  I am a great believer in the power of prayer – even if it takes the form of words uttered in despair.  Perhaps those are the times they are listened to the quickest:DD

I am not a “wanna-be” channeller but I know that there will come a time in the near future that their words, and not my own, will re-appear on the pages of this little machineJ.  They have told me it is so and, if there is one thing I have great faith in, it is their truth will be spoken and none other’s when that time comes.  I will take great care to ensure it is so.

For the past several months I have led a life of quietude in regards to speaking to those “friends from other places” while I came to terms with the changes in my life since retirement.  Nursing and all the multitudes of experiences that occurred during my working hours were such an integral part of who others and myself perceived me to be, that it has been somewhat of a challenge to determine exactly where I go from here.  Channelling, even words written in conversation with all those other beings from outside our borders are best carried out from a place of peace and harmony within yourself.  When we TRY to contact those others that give us guidance and support from a place of confusion or lack of centeredness, it is simple for lower energies to interfere with CLEAR channels.   I know that from experience!  I REALLY SHOULD write a book LOL!!!!!

 I want to thank any of you who read this, to reassure you I come from a place of honesty, integrity love and compassion for all living beings – not only here but in all dimensions of time and space universally.

Love and Light
Sunshine and Laughter
To fill your days throughout the journey ahead of each and every one of you.

Lucky
Lady of the Luck