ANGELS IN MY EARS (Excerpt)

(Breanna is nine and was born with a speech impediment, which made the kids at school make fun of her)


Breanna looked up at Anael’s beautiful face as Anael began, “I know it has been hard on you being around a lot of the kids at school. You are very smart and have a lot of special gifts. One of your gifts is that you are a healer. In order to be a good healer, you have the gift of feeling other people's aches and pains. That is why you have had headaches and stomachaches at times. We Angels only want to you sense the pain of others, not feel it. I am giving you a gift of protection from the Angels.”

Anael’s wings wrapped around Breanna, enclosing her for a moment. In the next instant they released her. Breanna felt something still around her.

“What is it that you feel and see, Breanna?” asked Anael.

“I feel like I am inside a pyramid, and it feels wonderful in here!” Breanna exclaimed. Anael’s tinkling laughter joined Nanny Hattie’s more boisterous laugh.

“I have placed an Angelic pyramid of Light around you. No negative thought or feeling can enter. Anything that touches the pyramid will be changed into Love.”

“Thank you,” Breanna said. “It feels wonderful! I can’t wait to get back to school and tell everyone that Angels are real!”

Anael looked sad for a moment. “Breanna, you must know that most people fear what they do not understand. Fear is a terrible thing...it is the opposite of love. You must only talk to special people about us. We will let you know who they are. Keep listening to us. Even though others will not see and hear us, you will. Remember Angels like to be asked to help you with your problems….and always say thank you, like you just did!"

Copyright 2010 Morgana Starr

DRAGONS LEGACY: Book One in the Path of the Dragons Series

People have been asking me about the book I have published. You can purchase a signed copy directly from me. Email me: morgana@morganastarr.com for more information.

Here is the synopsis for a book I published in 2007....I have part of the second in the series finished..Dragons Lineage:)

Dragons Legacy begins with a journalist, Serena, who is looking for the truth about dragons. She finds an ancient woman, Betra, who relates to her dragon stories passed down in her family. Betra explains that dragons are healers and can appear as humans if they wish.

The story is told of a lonely dragon/girl, Mary, who finds a human friend who is like a brother to her, Charlie, while escaping from prejudiced villagers. Mary rescues baby Quinton, the future heir, and raises him with the help of Charlie, the elves and fairies, after his parents are killed.

Evil dragons are explained as those that let their ego spin out of control in the story of Maalock, the powerful Dragon of War, whom protects humans in spite of persecution against dragon kind. Quinton with help from Mary, the dragon, fights to regain control of his kingdom.

Serena leaves Betra’s home with the charge to write what she has been told and return in a month’s time for more stories and answers about dragons.

ANCIENT DRAGON PROPHESY

“Blood of the dragons flows in him strong,

Knowing to Creator, he always belongs,

Son of the King rescued from the tower,

Seventh generation will come into power,

He will bring to our land justice and peace,

Then all wars and turmoil at last will cease.”

Excerpt from Dragons Legacy: Book One of the Path of the Dragons Series by Morgana Starr published in 2007

Mary lifted her hands to the sky. Immediately the wind started blowing, as she murmured softly in an ancient language. The air around her shimmered and a misty haze lifted from the ground, as her hair streamed out behind her in the wind.

Straining his eyes, Charlie struggled to make out Mary’s form. He saw her shape grow and expand until his sight was filled with a dragon more beautiful than he could have imagined even in his wildest dreams. Her multicolored scales glinted in the sun, scattering rainbows all around.

She turned her glittering head and in a deep voice that seemed to come from the very core of the earth, rumbled, “Now is the time. Get on my back little one; we must leave this place.”

With one talon, she retrieved the cape that she had worn. It was her only piece of clothing that had not been shredded as her body grew to become a dragon. Holding the cape firmly in a talon, she politely offered a knee to assist Charlie’s assent.
Her voice jolted Charlie out of his fascination. From a distance he heard the men from the village as they came out of the woods into the clearing.

“There they are! She has already become a demon beast! After her! Kill, Kill!” they bellowed in crazed voices.

With the shouts of the crowd driving him to action, Charlie shook himself from his reverie and quickly scrambled astride his new dragon friend.

“Hold tightly, my little one,” Mary the dragon commanded.

Charlie threw his arms around the dragon’s neck and squeezed for all he was worth. Mary did not have time to lift off properly with the threat of the men so close; she simply stepped off the cliff into thin air.

BEING A WARRIOR

Being a warrior isn’t about taking lives.
Being a warrior isn’t about showing strength.
Being a warrior isn’t about how much knowledge you have.

Being a warrior is about learning how to cry.
Because when a man learns how to cry, he’s learning understanding.
Because when a man cries, then compassion starts to grow …

~ Nathan Chasing Horse, Lakota Medicine Man

Wise words shared by Elizabeth Stamper...thank you Elizabeth
Nathan is the nephew of my Lakota Medicine Man

LIVING OUTSIDE THE BOX

I was born and raised in a box. For many years I did not realize it was a box. The box was one of my parents choosing. They felt it was best for me to stay in the box all my life. They had been raised in a box and thought it was the best place to be.

They had never gotten out of their box, and believed only what other people in boxes told them. They told me that if I stayed in the box all my life, that when I died the box would transport me to a beautiful place where I would be happy forever. If I got out of the box before I died, then when I did finally die, I would slip down to a terrible place where I would be tortured for eternity.

It did not matter if I was happy living in the box, because if I stayed there, eventually I would die and then would be happy forever. I saw many other people living in their boxes in misery, but they too believed they would eventually die and be happy.

At a young age I didn’t wonder why they never questioned their misery, as I never questioned mine. Many times, I just wanted to go ahead and die, so I could be happy. But I could not kill myself, as that would cause me to fall out of my box and go to the torturous place.

I was told to listen for God’s voice. I was to talk to God and tell him my troubles. He would understand. However, within the box, the only voices I was able to hear were of other people in boxes. The words were always the same.

They said their voice was the voice of God. They gave me a book to read that they told me was written by God. They said the book would help me learn how to live happily in my box. I read the book, but it seemed confusing. It said God was angry and mean, and also full of love. I didn’t understand how that could be.

Occasionally I would get glimpses of people living outside of boxes. Some seemed happy, some not. However, I knew they would all die and go to the torturous place, so I didn’t talk to them.

Besides my parents and other box people told me that if those people living without boxes got too close to my box, they would poke holes in my box.
If too many people poked holes in my box, then my box would crumble and I would not have a safe place to live. Of course, then I would die without a box and go to the torturous place forever. So I only associated with other box people. However, I continued to be sad and wanted to hear God’s voice.

One day I was trying hard to hear only God’s voice, not those of others in boxes. A bird flew by and started chirping happily. It made me angry, because it was so noisy that I couldn’t hear God. I yelled for it to go away. Then a bee buzzed by. It made me angry, too. The buzzing was noisy and I was afraid it would sting me. I chased it off, wanting to kill it. I sat in my box and cried, because I couldn’t hear God.

Through my sadness came memories of when I was very young. I remembered that I used to get out of my box and play in the grass and sand. I would dance with the little animals, and sing with the birds. I also remembered that God and I talked when I was out of my box.

My parents would yell and tell me to get back into my box where it was safe. I wanted to make them happy, so I did. But when I was in my box, I couldn’t hear God’s voice properly. It was muffled and not clear like it was when I was outside, with my feet in the grass and the wind blowing in my hair.

Perhaps I had made my parents happy by staying in my box, but I was miserable. My legs were cramped and always ached. My back hurt from being scrunched up. My head hurt from crying so much. It was hard to breath in the box because the air was not pure and clean. I always felt tired because of my aches and pains.

I decided it was time for me to be happy now and if I could talk to God outside of my box, then I would ask him to keep me from going to the torturous place when I died. He was my friend, so I knew he would not let me be hurt.

It was hard stepping out of my box. My parents saw me, and though I was not a child, they still yelled for me to get back to my box and safety. I told them that I loved them and wanted to make them happy, but the box was killing me. I wanted to sing and talk to God again, like when I was little. I told them my friend God was outside the box for me. Perhaps he was inside their box for them.

As I stepped outside my box, God threw his arms around me and said he was glad I was back. I told him that I had listened for him in the box, but couldn’t hear him. He told me he had sent his bird and then his bee to talk to me, but I chased them off.

I told him that I was sorry and had forgotten that we all were one with God. The box had kept me from him. The bird flew overhead singing with me, as the bumblebee flew up to me and gently kissed my face, then flew away.

Now I run happily, with no more leg or back pains. My feet skim over the soft grass as I dance with God. The animals and plants are my friends, and we celebrate our oneness with God everyday.

I go to visit my parents, living in their boxes. They still yell occasionally for me to return to the safety of my box. They worry because I opened my children’s boxes and they now run free outside. My children are happy and run and play with God, too. If they want to return to their boxes, that is okay. God says he wants us all to be happy and make our own choices.

I would like for my parents to come out of their boxes and run and play with God and me. However, they have lived in their boxes for so long that they don’t know how to run and play. Their legs are crippled by being in the box for so long. I tell them I love them. I know someday that when they die they will go to the happy place and so will I.

The torturous place is only for people who don’t love God. I know this because my friend God told me. I don’t have to hear his words through other people or a book, because he runs and plays and talks to me every day.

I am not angry with my parents for putting me in a box. They did the best they knew how. I have forgiven them. Actually I really don’t have to forgive them. If I had never lived in a box, I would not know how wonderful it is to live outside running and playing with God.

As I live this happy life that I have chosen, I meet people living in boxes. Some remember me from when I was in a box. They are very confused how I can be so happy and healthy not living in a box. They don’t like to let me get very close, as they are afraid of me poking holes in their box.

So I just smile and send them love, like my friend God says to. The love pokes its own little hole, enough so they can breath better, but sometimes they don’t notice. My friend God says it is okay if they don’t notice, at least they are a little more comfortable. If they decide to peek out of their box it will be easier for them.

My friend God is my best friend. I am so happy I finally stepped out of my box so I could spend all my time with God.

Copyright Morgana Starr 2003

FOR HEALERS EVERYWHERE

THE MESSENGER

Some days I sit and wonder why
Divine made me, then I just will cry
I feel I have no place to go
My path in life I do not know.

And then my friend says to me
Without my words she could not see
The angels whispering on the winds
And Divine life that never ends

CHORUS:
So as I travel on my road
I share the messages I’m told
The angels sing the songs to me
I, the messenger will simply be

Much I see I don’t understand
I’ve been given sight and healing hands
I see right through earth’s silken veil
And see the angels that will never fail

To lift you up in times of need
And help you in all ways succeed.
I use the gifts given to me
Some I help, though others flee

CHORUS:
So as I travel on my road
I share the messages I’m told
The angels sing the songs to me
I, the messenger will simply be

The angels sing the songs to me
I, the messenger will simply be

Copyright 2002 Morgana Starr

ANCIENT CALLING

"Some lives are connected by an Ancient calling that reaches across ages." (from Prince of Persia)This generates a link, heart to heart, that forges the foundation of a destiny that is more substantial than one person can form alone.

We are living in a time of a coming together of soul groups. These are people that have worked together in another life-time for the common good. You have felt a pulling…like a magnet to certain people.

There is a desire to work together, sharing our strongest gifts to make a cohesive whole. We are letting go of old thoughts, ideas and people (sometimes blood family), so that we can totally unveil and embrace our life’s purpose. Your soul group that is gathering now will assist you in becoming stronger and more balanced in love.

This is a time of needing each other. Not a time of standing alone. Not a time of throwing darts and blame at others. There is a grander energy and purpose flowing through us all now. We have a sense of urgency to get on with our work. We must establish guidelines and boundaries for our new beginnings.

Join with those that can help you move beyond the drama of daily living on this planet. Rejoice as you find your brothers and sisters. Encourage each other’s gifts and work as a unit to spread unconditional love throughout your community.

On a personal level, I continue to feel the thrill as Archangel Anael awakens this energy and brings together the Angel Team that will be pivotal in spreading this message of Divine Love and Connection across the globe. I am grateful for the special, divine gifts of each person that catches the vision of what this mission is about. I am excited to have the privilege of once again walking and working side by side with my brother or sister just as we did in Ancient Times.

Together, arm in arm, heart to heart, we create a line of souls that strong in spirit will sweep across the planet sending out universal unconditional love and healing. I am honored to be a small part in this beautiful group of souls.

(The picture above is of three of my soul sisters...Andrea DeMichaels of Horizons Magazine, Jeanette Astorino...amazing Belly Dancing Teacher, and Valerie Saurer of the Attitude of Gratitude Project sitting in the background)

HAVE YOU LOST YOUR 'MUCHNESS'?

The Mad Hatter looks at Alice, pointing his finger, says “you have lost your muchness”.

Have you lost your ‘muchness’? Have you allowed the world to beat you down so that you have that spark beaten out of you?

Over 20 years ago, I was a Sales Director and Car Winner in Mary Kay Cosmetics. I joined the company without trying the product because of what I saw it do for women. This was a point in my life that I had homeschooled two children, had no work experience, no self-esteem and was scared of my own shadow. I would rarely speak up in a group of friends, let alone speak to strangers. In two years, I was driving a free Pontiac Grand Am, compliments of Mary Kay Cosmetics.

Mary Kay was an amazing business woman with a beautiful heart. I remember in her saying, “People will disappoint you, believe in them anyway. You will be knocked down. Get up. Each time you are knocked down, get up. The only time you lose is when you refuse to get up again.”

Sometimes the world, people, and situations try to knock out my ‘muchness’. I may take a time out to rest and renew. Then I will return with my ‘muchness’ intact and possibly stronger than before. I see this occurring in many spiritual people right now.

I choose to embrace my ‘muchness’ and encourage you to reach deep inside and awaken your inner ‘muchness’.

Sending you Love on the Wings of an Angel,
Morgana

UNCOMFORTABLE CHANGES

Communications are down.

People are misunderstanding each other and jumping to conclusions. Instead of remembering the heart of their friend is pure, they find it easier to close doors on friendship, then to go to their friend to clear the issue.

Acquaintances are saying things to each other that is meant in a good way, but it comes out very hurtful to person who is on the receiving end.
Many people have jobs that are becoming unbearable.

Friends and acquaintances go out of their way to help someone….sometimes without checking with that person first. They get branded as meddling, though they did it in with a pure heart and intent not with any hidden agenda.

People sit in judgment of others trying to help, saying they have control issues, saying they have ego, saying they are just all about the money. Those who’s energy is directed to, are hurt and sometimes angry at the injustice.

There is no doubt that the proverbial ‘Pot is being Stirred!’ We are in the midst of a huge Universal Healing Crisis. Things are coming up for us to deal with and release. They will exhibit themselves in a variety of ways. Headaches, flu and cold symptoms, or any area of your physical body that you have had re-occurring issues within the past are some possible manifestations. Emotional roller coasters may be part of your ‘ride.’

We have a choice as ‘Spiritual beings having Human experiences’. Do we choose to rise above the misunderstandings and stay in our power and love? Or do we choose to participate in others dramas? One person cannot communicate. It takes two. If that person prefers to hold you in blame then that is their path.

Your path is to send love, heal, and shift to the next level, beyond a place of drama.
Spirit is pushing you out of situations and dramas, so you can begin to fulfill your destiny.

You will be lifted up on the Wings of the Angels. Call on us and we will join you in your new Joy-filled flight of Life!

~Archangel Anael~ June 2, 2010 through Morgana Starr