BEING DIFFERENT

As the year progresses and the energy becomes more intense, our  changes appear more and more evident. Not only to us, but also to those around us.  We are constantly letting go of old thought patterns. Sometimes we are not aware at first that the fears that rise up in us as we grow, come from religious dogma.

From an early age I never fit in the mold. I could communicate with wild animals as well as troubled domesticated ones. It was said in my family that any animal was my friend. They wondered openly where I came from. They spoke of my head being in the clouds and that I was always 'off somewhere else.' My parents never let me pet the wild elephants I so firmly declared was my desire...But they did let me hold a baby lion from a circus. All were surprised at the calmness of the cub.

 

 

Trying to be the proper missionary/preacher's daughter almost destroyed my health. I got sicker and sicker trying to be like every around me. Desperation led me to looking outside the box of the church to find healing and peace.

When I began on this spiritual path, I opened the doorway to a new beginning and a deeper understand of the majesty of the Divine (God) and often freaked myself out. The Biblical interpretation of witches and mediums being evil and that they should be killed haunted me. My Biblical training from an early age had sunk deep into my cellular DNA.

Neale Donald Walsh's book...Conversations with God, was the beginning of me seeing the expansiveness of God. A God that gives you free will won't send you to hell for not doing as he says. From then on, I began to question, grow and stretch. My relationship with the Divine got deeper and no longer was confined to the pages of a book. I got healthier in mind, body and spirit.

I immersed myself in many spiritual paths...Native American, Shamanic, Pagan, and other 'New Age' modalities. Then finally I embraced the realm of the Angels whom had guided my life from the beginning.

Still from time to time, I meet people who freak out about angels, thinking if the angel I work with (Archangel Anael) is not mentioned in the Bible or other ' prominent' sources, that it is wrong. I remind myself that each person has their own path. If they are frightened about angels or just wish to be confrontational, I change the subject and we drift apart. I release them to discover and deal with their own fears.

Even in the world of Psychics, I march to the beat of my own drum. I follow the Angel's leading of balance, work and play in life. Now it simply amuses me when other criticize how I dress or act. Some even attack my words telling me I should think differently.  They feel it is their job to challenge my belief system. This is simply the Biblical dogma of feeling one must get others to believe their way, as well as ego. Trust me....I know this one. I lived it very strongly for the first several years of my unhappy life. I gratefully release that energy of conflict from my being.

I share all this to help you embrace your differences. You will have your own unique way to communicate with the Divine and the Angels. If you are just beginning this journey...learn...read...all you possibly can. Throw away what doesn't work and embrace what does. Be around people whom allow you to grow and experience your journey as it works for you. Experience the joys life has to offer and actively release the pain.

2013 is to be a year of ease. Go with the flow. If you feel conflict change your course. The Angels will happily guide you in that journey if you but ask.

If you need a boost, I am always available as one of their messengers to assist.

BE HAPPY WHERE YOU ARE!

Years ago I remember feeling an overwhelming dissatisfaction with living in Indiana. I never had liked Indiana. I am not sure if that is because it was flat where I was or because in my young mind, Indiana was what ripped Africa from me.

I was so happy in Africa, my spirit soared and life was perfect for an eight year old. My parents kept me protected from talks of the terrorists activities that forced our move. So all I knew was: I left my little dog and heart behind in Africa. Then I was brought to this cold, harsh land of people whose energies made no sense to me.

The Smokey Mountains began to feed my spirit when I attended Bible College in their foothills. Eventually life drew me back to Indiana. I spent the years of raising my children there…many years of sadness and pain (emotional and physical).

Finally my oldest went to college and my youngest was in her last year of high school. I was a nanny and a personal assistant. I did my spiritual work and writing around the other work. I felt stifled. I wanted to do this work full-time.

I cried out to Spirit and the Angels, “I hate living in Indiana! I want to move and be free to pursue this work full-time!”

Finally I quit yelling and shut up. Ahhh…the stillness in which you can hear the Angels whisper! “Bloom where you are planted. Spread the Light here. They need you to hold the Light for them,” came the clear message.

I took a deep breath and let go. I let go of my expectations of how I thought it should be. I let go of the thought of ever moving from the state. Life became peaceful and calm. My writing continued. Many of the Whispers portion of Angel Whispers was written in that time, prior and after my releasing. Much of the new book, Angel’s Legacy, was written during the time of release.

Six months later…I moved to Ohio. No, it wasn’t my dream place to live, but it was a shift. I intensely followed the Native Path (Red Road) and learned much. I was a full-time nanny there, but continued spiritual work in my spare time.

I moved back to Indiana three years later. Finally the Angels said it was time to do this work full-time. I worked in a large spiritual store in Indianapolis doing readings and teaching classes. Life was good…or at least I thought.

My marriage began to crumble and I had to take a job in a day-care to manage financially. I was miserable for a while, then remembering the lessons of releasing and letting go of control…I surrendered again.

Six months later I flew to Florida knowing my life was changing forever. I knew I had some important work to do for the Angels. I never had even considered Florida as a place to live. But I have found a wonderful group of spiritual people here. My work has led me to amazing people across the globe via the internet. My boyfriend is awesome and supportive in this work, so I am able to focus full-time on the Angel Mission.

Perhaps later the Angels will fly me elsewhere, perhaps not. I have learned that is not my concern. My concern is simply to shine the Light where I am and leave the details to the Angels!

A WORLD'S AIDS DAY THANK YOU

Today is World’s Aids Day.

Today the goal is “Getting to Zero” (That's zero new HIV infections, zero discrimination and zero AIDS-related deaths).

Today I will honor my friend, Raven, who died of Aids, leaving a gap in my life.

I honor his memory as the first male in my daughter’s young life (then 8 years old) who empowered her. She had been through many challenges and walked with her head and spirit low. In a few minutes of Raven speaking to her, telling her how no man should ever mistreat her, how if any man did so…he, Raven, would be her protector…her shoulders came up and the light in her eyes re-ignited.

As her mother, I had told her all those things, but until she heard it from a man, it did not have the power she needed. She and I were blessed with knowing Raven only a few short years as HIV became full-blown AIDS. She became stronger emotionally each time that she was around him.

My religious friends and family were concerned over my friendship with a gay man with HIV, but I was learning to love people in the way Christ did…no judgments. Raven showed me the love of the Divine and that is all that mattered with me.

We eventually lost contact for some months, but I was able to be by his bedside a couple of days before he left his weakened shell of a body. I thanked him for what he had done. I told him I loved him.

After his funeral, part Lutheran and part Native American, (he was half Cherokee) there was a beautiful bonfire and drumming. I was dealing with my own grief and chatted with a friend of his that I just met. (This person led me to my first Reiki Master Teacher whom re-opened my abilities to the Spirit World..Raven did much more for me than help my daughter).

Later as we spoke about the funeral, my daughter said, “Wasn’t it cool how Raven appeared in the fire, turned into a crow and flew into the sky?”From the mouths of babes!

The next night was a full-moon and I had a midnight horseback ride scheduled. On the drive there, I spoke to my friend, Raven. I asked if he wanted to come along on the ride with me.

When I got there, the leaders ‘indiscriminately’ put you on a horse. My gelding was as black as coal and went by the name of Raven!

As we trailed out of the barn in single file there was a commotion behind us. I heard someone say, “Oh never mind. Just let him go.”

Looking behind me I saw a paint horse (Indian pony) walking directly behind my horse. No rider, saddle or bridle! During our trail ride I continued to chat with Raven. I kept trying to get my horse to follow directly behind the one in front. I have had horses and am an experienced rider, but couldn’t get my Raven horse to walk in line like the rest of the horses.

Suddenly I got it! I chuckled and said under my breath, “Raven, you always had to do things a little differently than everyone else!”

Raven shows up from time to time in my life even now. Today I feel his energy more strongly.

Today I honor Raven and will continue to try to show the same Divine unconditional love as he did for so many people!

Thank you, Raven.

AN ANGEL CALLED WHITE FEATHER

Another excerpt from Angel Whispers, A Journey Into the World of the Earth's Oldest Guardians.

This is the first in the section of Messages from Angels where other authors contribute.

An Angel called White Feather

Channeled by

Lisa Johnston-Anderson

THE PATH

You don't have to scream you are the victor to be one, but never accept that your defeat is inevitable. It is not...we will not be defeated, yet no one is the victor. Time will continue on and this will be the path over and over now as it always was.

This is what we do, take and give...receive and lose. It all has its balance. Love and light is to balance darkness and hatred. Not a battle in winning, but a battle in being. We have always been, will continue to be.

Miles matter not as distance is in the heart not the path. Still now see things as not being in the form as your body demands you to see, but in the reality of how your spirit knows it shall always remain.

THIS TOO WILL PASS

My children, heavy is the sadness and despair you now shelter within your hearts. The burden has yet much more weight to place upon you. Fear not this time as desolate as it may seem.

A time before you remember you chose these lessons with all awareness and conviction. It is a choice made with complete confidence of your soul’s ability to weather any storm, even storms with fury as the likes that you may face now.

You are children of the gods, learning, growing, ascending back to your rightful places. Be strong and have faith in yourselves, faith in your strengths and faith in your beliefs. Soon the time will come that will leave you standing once again proudly at our side, feeling as if you can conquer all the odds and all your demons at once. There is a simple reason for why you feel the way you do, because my beloveds…you can.

~White Feather~

PIPESTONE'S PRAYER

Many years ago, I was gifted with a Native American pipe by a Lakota Sundancer whom I had just met and did some healing work on. Though I was not following the Red Road, my first teacher had taught me to carry tobacco with me.

Therefore I was able to accept it in a good way. I petitioned for a stem, had it blessed by my medicine man and used it in many sweat lodges. One day the pipestone gave me this message, I now share with you.

PIPESTONE’S PRAYER

Tears of my people are like drops of red blood

Waves of sorrow wash over me like a flood

As we march upon the path we call life

We wonder when will be the end to all strife

The answers come when we within do go

Within Mother Earth her beauty to show

Connect with the Creator and become one

One with Heaven and Earth and the gifts of the Sun.

So with the sacred gift of the pipe and the drum

You stand between heaven and earth being just one

That will help heal yourself and help heal us all

Because you are willing to say yes to Creators call.

Copyright 2002 Morgana Starr