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It is coming to my attention lately, that every man and his puppy is being called an incarnate angel, which is not true. This is kind of frustrating because the information supplied with the comment is usually not very accurate. So I thought I would give you folks something to think about, before you decide to glory in the fact that you are angel on earth.
Every Earth Angel, or incarnate angel, is fallen. That means you were a demon before you became human. It means you were redeemed by God/Spirit after being a demon, because you saw enough of the Light, in your dark trap, to turn back towards Love and ask for help. No matter how loving and kind you are now, you have been everything that isn't loving, or kind.
When I first learned about the path of the Fallen I was hurt and shocked. How could anyone possibly find themselves in there, wouldn't you feel lost, lonely and guilty? The bible says there is no redemption for the fallen .. and yet ..
One thing stands out over the top of everything else ...
God loves us. It doesnt' matter which God you choose to follow, for in the end we are all one and the same. God loves all its creations. ALL OF THEM. And yes, God helped us create ourselves.
When the angels were created they were made to be servants, just servants. They had no free will, no power of choice, but only programming - much like the robots we are trying to create for ourselves these days. They did what they were created for - and truthfully, they still do.
There was a moment there when one of the angels was given free will. It became 'more aware', and more aware means the capacity to connect all the life events, if you could call it a life, and make the quantum leap out of repeating pattern of behaviour and find something more. Well the more led to questions, and questions led to ego .. and if you want to read the story you'll find it on my webpages under Love Song of the Universe, because it is a story about love - ok, quick link. http://www.heirarchyofheaven.com/LoveSongoftheUniverse/Contents.html
It is a story about the greatest love of all, God's for all of its creations. But I am repeating myself - an angel habit I guess. LOL
I want you to remember, when you want to feel important because you are an angel, that first you had the feet of clay, the claws that rend, that capacity to hate which was like breathing to you. Remember it when you want to lash out in pain, that your energy affects everyone around you, far more than the humans whose bodies you strive to live in. They don't quite fit, do they? Well, as demons you wanted to have what the humans have, and as humans you want to be angels? No, thank you. I would rather be the link between the two - a Child of Illumination, which is the name of the angel who first fell - Samael, the angel of Illumination. Spirit calls them Children of Light. Do you see the connection?
Samael was created to bring illumination, knowledge and wisdom, to humanity. She just did it in a very strange way.
How do you help others?
Love & Light
Ama
Showing posts with label fallen angels. Show all posts
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Friday, March 12, 2010
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Visions of the Unusual
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The dragon is dead. They say we won, but it, like the rest of us, never stays that way.
We were warned to be careful as we went in. There were still marauderers around. In the deep cold the two of us made our way carefully through the heavy snow under those short, fat, dark trees, only flinching silently, occasionally, as one of the thick sharp leaves brushed our face and arms. The points left a toxin in the skin that burns for hours.
We neared the ruin of the building, it had the appearance of a huge old monastery built a millennia ago of carved blocks of stone. The stench was horrific, burning bodies and burning dragon. It was still crackling under its own corrosive juices. Just as we pushed through the last of the bushes they pulled us out - skyward at the speed of sound. I hovered over the site. The building used to be covered in a veil of soft green ivy, now it was covered in dragon carcass, caved in on itself, unredeemable. To one side was an arch of metal. It looked as if it had always stood the way it was, upended, open to the sky. It's metal arms were carved with archaic symbols, a language I could almost understand. The right bar was now twisted to the left and broken off in a sharp point. The broken piece rested uneasily at its base. Unredeemable.
In the distance, to the right and the left, the small settlements and hamlets were piles of smouldering ashes. Nothing moved among those dark, twisted trees.
I know this is only a representation of the war we are fighting. The trees show the corruption of the ground, the fallen soldiers the corruption of humanity. I grieve - and then I am home again.
Today I am tired. I could not sleep last night. I knew Spirit kept me awake to keep me out of the action. The vision, right on waking, showed me the outcome. I rang my daughter. She had been beside me under the trees. She had dreamed of spiders. She hates spiders.
Tom was with his troupe again. They were in the desert waiting for something, looking at the sky with a feeling of dread. He does not know what they were waiting for. Perhaps it was the dragon.
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The dragon is dead. They say we won, but it, like the rest of us, never stays that way.
We were warned to be careful as we went in. There were still marauderers around. In the deep cold the two of us made our way carefully through the heavy snow under those short, fat, dark trees, only flinching silently, occasionally, as one of the thick sharp leaves brushed our face and arms. The points left a toxin in the skin that burns for hours.
We neared the ruin of the building, it had the appearance of a huge old monastery built a millennia ago of carved blocks of stone. The stench was horrific, burning bodies and burning dragon. It was still crackling under its own corrosive juices. Just as we pushed through the last of the bushes they pulled us out - skyward at the speed of sound. I hovered over the site. The building used to be covered in a veil of soft green ivy, now it was covered in dragon carcass, caved in on itself, unredeemable. To one side was an arch of metal. It looked as if it had always stood the way it was, upended, open to the sky. It's metal arms were carved with archaic symbols, a language I could almost understand. The right bar was now twisted to the left and broken off in a sharp point. The broken piece rested uneasily at its base. Unredeemable.
In the distance, to the right and the left, the small settlements and hamlets were piles of smouldering ashes. Nothing moved among those dark, twisted trees.
I know this is only a representation of the war we are fighting. The trees show the corruption of the ground, the fallen soldiers the corruption of humanity. I grieve - and then I am home again.
Today I am tired. I could not sleep last night. I knew Spirit kept me awake to keep me out of the action. The vision, right on waking, showed me the outcome. I rang my daughter. She had been beside me under the trees. She had dreamed of spiders. She hates spiders.
Tom was with his troupe again. They were in the desert waiting for something, looking at the sky with a feeling of dread. He does not know what they were waiting for. Perhaps it was the dragon.
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Monday, May 25, 2009
A puzzling visit to Spiritual Church
Only a few days ago I was thinking how quiet everything is in the spiritual world. I spoke too soon. Yesterday Tom and I went to the local Spiritualist Church for the first time. I had known about it for some months but decided the time was right to look in and see how much it was like the one where I used to live in NSW. We arrived a couple of minutes late because we were not sure of the location. They were having a guided meditation, lovely, and so we walked quietly over to some chairs in a circle in the back of the room and sat down. I put my bag down on the chair next to me, and it promptly fell, with a loud crash, onto the floor. No one reacted, thank goodness.
And so we sat quietly at the back of the room until the meditation was over, and I was reminded strongly of the Healing Circle I used to have on a Wednesday night in the first Centre I ran. After it had ended we sang the lovely old version of Amazing Grace, then had a brief talk by the lady Reverend, who introduced a man who gave us a 101 level talk about Spirit. This was rather a puzzle to me, given that the church has been in existence since 1986 or so, and most of the women there (only 2 men, only being Tom) were middle-aged and seemed to know each other. He was rather scathing about Jesus, which personally bugs me, and pushing hard the book he had written about Him. Hmm... What also puzzled me was that he is a Minister in the Spiritualist Church and I am sure their philosophy includes the importance of the Christ energy.
During this time I spent energy looking at the auras of the five people seated behind the table. They were all quite beautiful. The lady controlling the music was all blues and greens, the lady with the blond hair was yellows and oranges, as was the other medium with the bobbed hair, though her energy flickered in and out quite rapidly. Afterwards I put it down to her being a bit nervous, as I explain further down. Another of the puzzles was that the lady Reverend appeared to have little or no aura at all, and what brief glimpses I could get flicked away rapidly before I could grasp the colours. There was a 5th lady at the table but I could not see her through the person sitting in front of me.
After the talk it was healing time. Quite a large number of the women made their way to the circle of chairs at the back of the room where some sat and some did healing. We were asked to share the energy, so I turned myself around in my seat to look at what was happening .. but it didn’t feel right so we turned back to the front where the lady Reverend then appeared to channel someone she didn’t identify and give us a very general message about how Spirit wants us all to heal. The only difference between her normal speech patterns and the ‘channelled being’ is that it (s/he?) stumbled over what to say at times.
After this event the healing guides and angels were thanked for their work, although I don’t think the women had finished doing their healings, somehow. There was a delay as the group of women made their way back to their seats, and then we had another song, one I don’t know.
The last event on the agenda was two ladies do readings for the group. I noticed they mostly worked on the left side of the room (Tom and I were on the right) and the second one seemed to be a novice, every enthusiastic, not much specific information (I mentioned her earlier). Lovely smile though. While both ladies looked intensely at us neither of them came near us with information. The first lady was very busy and very enthusiastic, and lovely to watch .. the blond lady mentioned earlier – she also took up most of the allocated time. The 2nd lady ‘read’ for 3 people and was equally abruptly dismissed by the Reverend. Then we had the closing song and everyone was told they could share afternoon tea in the kitchen.
Tom and I were debating staying when the blond lady came over and gave me a message. She said there was a great deal of sadness around us (Tom did feel sad, I was just disappointed with the whole thing) and that my obvious ill health will turn out just fine. I admit to menopause symptoms but otherwise I am healthy. I thanked her because her intentions were good, but I am still puzzled by the message. Tom and I then went back to debating stayed, then chose to and made our way out to the kitchen where .. strangely .. we were completely ignored. Not one solitary person came and said hello. No one asked who we were, or even passed the time of day with us. I got some afternoon tea for us, Tom got coffee, and we both stood on the edge of the crowd and just watched. Eventually the 2nd reader walked straight past my nose and said to a lady 2 people away from Tom’s side ‘are you the angel lady?’ She looked puzzled. I stood there wondering if I should say anything. She asked again, and I thought ‘what the heck’ and said ‘No, I’m the angel lady’. The reader glanced at me (was I invisible before I spoke?) and went back to talking to the other lady. About 10 minutes later when we had moved position slightly she glanced at me and said “Do you do workshops?”. I hesitated and finally said yes.
After that we headed out the kitchen door. On the way out no one said a word to us, no one looked at us or even smiled. I tapped the man on the shoulder, who had given us the talk on ‘spirituality’, as he passed me in the doorway. I asked to see his book, so he turned around and went out to his car to get a copy. Tom and I went back into the hall to wait for him. When he returned I took a copy of the book, read the back and then flipped it open .. as I expected Jesus turns out to be a nasty political person who employed thieves and thugs to do his dirty work .. and the author (who, by the way, is not brave enough to put his true name on the cover of the book) is a minister in a Christian based church??? I didn’t buy the book.
As we finally made our way to the exit we passed by a table of pamphlets and I picked up on free one and bought another couple. I paid the Reverend lady, who would not look me in the face when she was talking to me, but finally did after I collected my change from her. I deliberately chose to stare into her face and she looked up at me in a very odd way .. she seemed to tucked her head down into her shoulders, and then, snakily, lifted it up as she turned towards me. I just smiled. It added to the weirdness of the whole experience.
And yes, we are going back next fortnight ... I am curious to know what is going on there.
The story continues ...
And so we sat quietly at the back of the room until the meditation was over, and I was reminded strongly of the Healing Circle I used to have on a Wednesday night in the first Centre I ran. After it had ended we sang the lovely old version of Amazing Grace, then had a brief talk by the lady Reverend, who introduced a man who gave us a 101 level talk about Spirit. This was rather a puzzle to me, given that the church has been in existence since 1986 or so, and most of the women there (only 2 men, only being Tom) were middle-aged and seemed to know each other. He was rather scathing about Jesus, which personally bugs me, and pushing hard the book he had written about Him. Hmm... What also puzzled me was that he is a Minister in the Spiritualist Church and I am sure their philosophy includes the importance of the Christ energy.
During this time I spent energy looking at the auras of the five people seated behind the table. They were all quite beautiful. The lady controlling the music was all blues and greens, the lady with the blond hair was yellows and oranges, as was the other medium with the bobbed hair, though her energy flickered in and out quite rapidly. Afterwards I put it down to her being a bit nervous, as I explain further down. Another of the puzzles was that the lady Reverend appeared to have little or no aura at all, and what brief glimpses I could get flicked away rapidly before I could grasp the colours. There was a 5th lady at the table but I could not see her through the person sitting in front of me.
After the talk it was healing time. Quite a large number of the women made their way to the circle of chairs at the back of the room where some sat and some did healing. We were asked to share the energy, so I turned myself around in my seat to look at what was happening .. but it didn’t feel right so we turned back to the front where the lady Reverend then appeared to channel someone she didn’t identify and give us a very general message about how Spirit wants us all to heal. The only difference between her normal speech patterns and the ‘channelled being’ is that it (s/he?) stumbled over what to say at times.
After this event the healing guides and angels were thanked for their work, although I don’t think the women had finished doing their healings, somehow. There was a delay as the group of women made their way back to their seats, and then we had another song, one I don’t know.
The last event on the agenda was two ladies do readings for the group. I noticed they mostly worked on the left side of the room (Tom and I were on the right) and the second one seemed to be a novice, every enthusiastic, not much specific information (I mentioned her earlier). Lovely smile though. While both ladies looked intensely at us neither of them came near us with information. The first lady was very busy and very enthusiastic, and lovely to watch .. the blond lady mentioned earlier – she also took up most of the allocated time. The 2nd lady ‘read’ for 3 people and was equally abruptly dismissed by the Reverend. Then we had the closing song and everyone was told they could share afternoon tea in the kitchen.
Tom and I were debating staying when the blond lady came over and gave me a message. She said there was a great deal of sadness around us (Tom did feel sad, I was just disappointed with the whole thing) and that my obvious ill health will turn out just fine. I admit to menopause symptoms but otherwise I am healthy. I thanked her because her intentions were good, but I am still puzzled by the message. Tom and I then went back to debating stayed, then chose to and made our way out to the kitchen where .. strangely .. we were completely ignored. Not one solitary person came and said hello. No one asked who we were, or even passed the time of day with us. I got some afternoon tea for us, Tom got coffee, and we both stood on the edge of the crowd and just watched. Eventually the 2nd reader walked straight past my nose and said to a lady 2 people away from Tom’s side ‘are you the angel lady?’ She looked puzzled. I stood there wondering if I should say anything. She asked again, and I thought ‘what the heck’ and said ‘No, I’m the angel lady’. The reader glanced at me (was I invisible before I spoke?) and went back to talking to the other lady. About 10 minutes later when we had moved position slightly she glanced at me and said “Do you do workshops?”. I hesitated and finally said yes.
After that we headed out the kitchen door. On the way out no one said a word to us, no one looked at us or even smiled. I tapped the man on the shoulder, who had given us the talk on ‘spirituality’, as he passed me in the doorway. I asked to see his book, so he turned around and went out to his car to get a copy. Tom and I went back into the hall to wait for him. When he returned I took a copy of the book, read the back and then flipped it open .. as I expected Jesus turns out to be a nasty political person who employed thieves and thugs to do his dirty work .. and the author (who, by the way, is not brave enough to put his true name on the cover of the book) is a minister in a Christian based church??? I didn’t buy the book.
As we finally made our way to the exit we passed by a table of pamphlets and I picked up on free one and bought another couple. I paid the Reverend lady, who would not look me in the face when she was talking to me, but finally did after I collected my change from her. I deliberately chose to stare into her face and she looked up at me in a very odd way .. she seemed to tucked her head down into her shoulders, and then, snakily, lifted it up as she turned towards me. I just smiled. It added to the weirdness of the whole experience.
And yes, we are going back next fortnight ... I am curious to know what is going on there.
The story continues ...
Friday, May 15, 2009
I believe in ...
I used not talk specifically about my personal beliefs in the creator being who watches over all of us. I used to try to keep the my writing non-religious, but over the years the power of Spirit/God in people's lives has been demonstrated to me in many beautiful and unexpected ways. So today I will tell you what I know and remember about the living 'God'. Working with your guides is not always easy. Sometimes they demand far more of you than you think you can give, but the truth is, they never ask more than they know you are capable of - keep that in mind when life suddenly seems a little impossible.
... a non-judgmental God ...
When I was about nine years old I was expelled from Sunday school for being disruptive. You see, I argued with the teacher about 'God' being frightening and judgmental. It was 'not what I remembered', as I told the teacher. The teacher, being a God fearing woman, wrote to my mother and asked her not to send me to the classes anymore. My mother obliged.
An event like that can be an earth-shattering … relief … to a nine year old, but as I grew up, I would come to wonder why I 'knew', and still know, that 'God' Loves, not hates or judges. I have spent much time, over many years, arguing with ministers since then, and have spent far more time looking for 'God' everywhere, until I learned to start looking within.
.... in the power of Christ to change the lives of people ...
I was on a variety of discussion lists on the internet, mostly spooky and I have had fun ghost-busting around the world from my chair (and still do), and talking to the fractured and unhappy people who end up meeting me through emails. we spend time putting their lives back together, and dissecting the weird and wonderful events they are experiencing. I sometimes think I do far more work on the internet than I do in the day-to-day business here in town. One of the things I frequently remind people about is that the Christ energy never left the world. Yes, Jesus the Christ was hung up on the cross, as a lot of Christians still feel today, but He came down again, and became a part of each of us, forever.
This is what They promised, Christ and God, that They would remain with us always, and They do. But we forget this - that each of us has a Divine Spark within us twinkling and glittering and just waiting to be reactivated into full and unconditional Love, no matter what we believe or don't believe.
... the gift of angels ...
The angels say "It is not important that humanity believe in us, because we believe in them", and they actively work at their faith in us, for they know that we too share the Creator's ability to 'make things', that moment of inspiration that creates something new. They inspire our faith in Spirit/God and make it greater. They love profoundly and unconditionally and ask us to do the same, and they provide the energy to step into their world and Believe.
So, I am not a God fearing human. As a teen I even spent quite a long time pretending that 'God' didn't exist, until I was so lost in my own sorrow that I went looking for help - the outward type wasn't working, and I had nowhere else to turn. Why do we wait so long, when help is only a moment away? I've told this part of the story countless times, and simply put, one night I laid down and walked out of my body and spent time with someone who looked a lot like a Hebrew Jesus in a time when I thought Jesus had blond hair and blue eyes (or so the bible teacher had told us, and the statues in the church???). The moment is captured in my mind and pops up at unexpected times to remind me that each of us is truly loved, even when all we see around us is despair. From that experience I learned that acceptance is one of the greatest gifts we can give to another person, and I found acceptance and peace there,enough to base my life on.
Out of darkness - Light.
It was more than 18 years later that the angels reminded me of their presence. During a time of great searching I was "collected" and reminded that I had agreed to work with them, for more lifetimes than this one. They showed me a different world, a work of light and energy, healing and hope, and asked me to help share their understanding with other people. The training started then, long nights of restless sleep, no dreams, just a sense of working very hard in different places around the world, and not in this world. Before I thought I was ready, they asked me to practise what I believe in - to bring my understandings of life into a world made small by fear and sadness. They still teach me and show me that different place that so many of us, Lightworkers, are working for, and they constantly remind me that Love is the only energy, and that fear is human created, and demon fostered, and that burying my head is no longer a solution when I think I am 'frightened of the dark'. I have grown to love my teachers, to find peace and challenge in their presence, and I miss them when they change and rejoice in their comings and goings. They have given me a 'brand new day', and they can do the same for everyone who asks. The Creator being created the angels before humanity, and gave them to all of us as a gift .. but that is an old story.
... in the power of Love ...
I have come to believe, and act on the understanding, that every person has the capacity to do great good from Love, rather than from the fear that our society wants to instil in us, and truthfully, that belief helps more people to heal than any amount of normal Counselling can do. Given the chance, most people would also act from that understanding, once they get past the 'fear' beliefs that are a part of each of us. In creating humanity, God turned him/herself outwards and asked simply that we experience every moment of our lives as new, that we take every opportunity to do good for others, as well as ourselves, and that we give the gift of what we have learned back to our family in Spirit, our collective consciousness. From there 'God' learns about him/herself. We know that 'God' is a being of many faces, many genders, and many understandings, for s/he created man in his/her image .. and so we have male and female and a multitude of different religions and beliefs. The core of those religions is based on Love, just the general application is different.
... in the gift of free will ...
The Creator gave free will to humanity, a huge and tremendous gift - one that caused a war in heaven, and angels to fall. When we practise our gift the angels rejoice, and when we make mistakes and offend ourselves, others and God, they are sad, but they do not punish us and neither does God. They simply ask us to try harder, to think more clearly, and to love more deeply, for that brings healing.
I believe that the current Earth changes, the shifting of human frequency, and the activation of spiritual growth in every person living is the signal for one of the most important times of humanity existence, when we can claim our heritage as Co-creators, and truly make a difference for our world. It is up to us to walk the path of the Spiritual Warrior, to learn to Love, to recognise what is true to us and what is important to the world, and to act on those Truths. We don't all share the same understandings, but that no longer matters, for if we will try, bridges will be built between 'peoples' and problems circumvented. Will you help?
Does it sound like a huge task? It is not. It begins within each of us, by choosing to make a difference and acting on that choice; by being honest with ourselves, and with everyone else; by looking for Love everywhere, and most particularly in times of pain; and by trusting in a Greater Good, if a Creator Protector is not something you are comfortable talking to. It is time for us to pull together, to stand up and be counted, and let our collective energy create healing for all of us. Every person who chooses to do this, even for a moment, adds tremendous energy to the changing world - and to undo what has been done by humanity takes a tremendous amount of energy.
When you search inside yourself for the 'something' that is missing - see if it is faith - Faith in yourself, in other people, or in God. That may well be your key to healing. It begins with "I believe in …"
Love & Light
Ama Nazra
... a non-judgmental God ...
When I was about nine years old I was expelled from Sunday school for being disruptive. You see, I argued with the teacher about 'God' being frightening and judgmental. It was 'not what I remembered', as I told the teacher. The teacher, being a God fearing woman, wrote to my mother and asked her not to send me to the classes anymore. My mother obliged.
An event like that can be an earth-shattering … relief … to a nine year old, but as I grew up, I would come to wonder why I 'knew', and still know, that 'God' Loves, not hates or judges. I have spent much time, over many years, arguing with ministers since then, and have spent far more time looking for 'God' everywhere, until I learned to start looking within.
.... in the power of Christ to change the lives of people ...
I was on a variety of discussion lists on the internet, mostly spooky and I have had fun ghost-busting around the world from my chair (and still do), and talking to the fractured and unhappy people who end up meeting me through emails. we spend time putting their lives back together, and dissecting the weird and wonderful events they are experiencing. I sometimes think I do far more work on the internet than I do in the day-to-day business here in town. One of the things I frequently remind people about is that the Christ energy never left the world. Yes, Jesus the Christ was hung up on the cross, as a lot of Christians still feel today, but He came down again, and became a part of each of us, forever.
This is what They promised, Christ and God, that They would remain with us always, and They do. But we forget this - that each of us has a Divine Spark within us twinkling and glittering and just waiting to be reactivated into full and unconditional Love, no matter what we believe or don't believe.
... the gift of angels ...
The angels say "It is not important that humanity believe in us, because we believe in them", and they actively work at their faith in us, for they know that we too share the Creator's ability to 'make things', that moment of inspiration that creates something new. They inspire our faith in Spirit/God and make it greater. They love profoundly and unconditionally and ask us to do the same, and they provide the energy to step into their world and Believe.
So, I am not a God fearing human. As a teen I even spent quite a long time pretending that 'God' didn't exist, until I was so lost in my own sorrow that I went looking for help - the outward type wasn't working, and I had nowhere else to turn. Why do we wait so long, when help is only a moment away? I've told this part of the story countless times, and simply put, one night I laid down and walked out of my body and spent time with someone who looked a lot like a Hebrew Jesus in a time when I thought Jesus had blond hair and blue eyes (or so the bible teacher had told us, and the statues in the church???). The moment is captured in my mind and pops up at unexpected times to remind me that each of us is truly loved, even when all we see around us is despair. From that experience I learned that acceptance is one of the greatest gifts we can give to another person, and I found acceptance and peace there,enough to base my life on.
Out of darkness - Light.
It was more than 18 years later that the angels reminded me of their presence. During a time of great searching I was "collected" and reminded that I had agreed to work with them, for more lifetimes than this one. They showed me a different world, a work of light and energy, healing and hope, and asked me to help share their understanding with other people. The training started then, long nights of restless sleep, no dreams, just a sense of working very hard in different places around the world, and not in this world. Before I thought I was ready, they asked me to practise what I believe in - to bring my understandings of life into a world made small by fear and sadness. They still teach me and show me that different place that so many of us, Lightworkers, are working for, and they constantly remind me that Love is the only energy, and that fear is human created, and demon fostered, and that burying my head is no longer a solution when I think I am 'frightened of the dark'. I have grown to love my teachers, to find peace and challenge in their presence, and I miss them when they change and rejoice in their comings and goings. They have given me a 'brand new day', and they can do the same for everyone who asks. The Creator being created the angels before humanity, and gave them to all of us as a gift .. but that is an old story.
... in the power of Love ...
I have come to believe, and act on the understanding, that every person has the capacity to do great good from Love, rather than from the fear that our society wants to instil in us, and truthfully, that belief helps more people to heal than any amount of normal Counselling can do. Given the chance, most people would also act from that understanding, once they get past the 'fear' beliefs that are a part of each of us. In creating humanity, God turned him/herself outwards and asked simply that we experience every moment of our lives as new, that we take every opportunity to do good for others, as well as ourselves, and that we give the gift of what we have learned back to our family in Spirit, our collective consciousness. From there 'God' learns about him/herself. We know that 'God' is a being of many faces, many genders, and many understandings, for s/he created man in his/her image .. and so we have male and female and a multitude of different religions and beliefs. The core of those religions is based on Love, just the general application is different.
... in the gift of free will ...
The Creator gave free will to humanity, a huge and tremendous gift - one that caused a war in heaven, and angels to fall. When we practise our gift the angels rejoice, and when we make mistakes and offend ourselves, others and God, they are sad, but they do not punish us and neither does God. They simply ask us to try harder, to think more clearly, and to love more deeply, for that brings healing.
I believe that the current Earth changes, the shifting of human frequency, and the activation of spiritual growth in every person living is the signal for one of the most important times of humanity existence, when we can claim our heritage as Co-creators, and truly make a difference for our world. It is up to us to walk the path of the Spiritual Warrior, to learn to Love, to recognise what is true to us and what is important to the world, and to act on those Truths. We don't all share the same understandings, but that no longer matters, for if we will try, bridges will be built between 'peoples' and problems circumvented. Will you help?
Does it sound like a huge task? It is not. It begins within each of us, by choosing to make a difference and acting on that choice; by being honest with ourselves, and with everyone else; by looking for Love everywhere, and most particularly in times of pain; and by trusting in a Greater Good, if a Creator Protector is not something you are comfortable talking to. It is time for us to pull together, to stand up and be counted, and let our collective energy create healing for all of us. Every person who chooses to do this, even for a moment, adds tremendous energy to the changing world - and to undo what has been done by humanity takes a tremendous amount of energy.
When you search inside yourself for the 'something' that is missing - see if it is faith - Faith in yourself, in other people, or in God. That may well be your key to healing. It begins with "I believe in …"
Love & Light
Ama Nazra
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Well at least I was writing
Good evening world,
I am listening to Norah Jones, it is very dark outside and I just cooked a berry pie - and all of that after spending 2 or 3 solid hours on the Samael book and ending up feeling like hell because of the amount of energy it costs me in the reading and writing. I wonder, if it ever gets published, will the readers feel the same drain? I haven't had any negative comments from anyone who has read it so far. Must just be me. And I only edited 6 pages, so where does the energy go?
The problem with the dark, one of the many, is if you talk about them they will notice and come and visit. One of the reasons why I gave up writing this book was the influence Sama's energy was having over the household I was living in. I am hoping Tom is strong enough not to be affected by it, and that I am strong enough too. Oh well, it has to be written, and I don't seem to be able do do anything 'but' write it right now, all other avenues of adventures have dried up.
What is it they are trying to teach me? What is it I am trying to learn? The elohim info was very interesting, stuff I didn't know when I wrote the first draft. I must be a very slow learner.
Must eat pie. Walk softly all, have a great night,
We love you
Ama
9.22pm wednesday
I am listening to Norah Jones, it is very dark outside and I just cooked a berry pie - and all of that after spending 2 or 3 solid hours on the Samael book and ending up feeling like hell because of the amount of energy it costs me in the reading and writing. I wonder, if it ever gets published, will the readers feel the same drain? I haven't had any negative comments from anyone who has read it so far. Must just be me. And I only edited 6 pages, so where does the energy go?
The problem with the dark, one of the many, is if you talk about them they will notice and come and visit. One of the reasons why I gave up writing this book was the influence Sama's energy was having over the household I was living in. I am hoping Tom is strong enough not to be affected by it, and that I am strong enough too. Oh well, it has to be written, and I don't seem to be able do do anything 'but' write it right now, all other avenues of adventures have dried up.
What is it they are trying to teach me? What is it I am trying to learn? The elohim info was very interesting, stuff I didn't know when I wrote the first draft. I must be a very slow learner.
Must eat pie. Walk softly all, have a great night,
We love you
Ama
9.22pm wednesday
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Curiouser and Curiouser
Like Alice I sometimes wonder if anyone else notices how things like fallen angels and the war in heaven are brought to the attention of the general populace?
Graeme Connors is a popular australia country singer, one I had never heard of until Tom introduced me to his music. He has a song called 'cyclone season' which touches a nerve because the lyrics also speak of this time of change, and if you use the song as an analogy, digging into the deeper layers in the words, you can apply see the 'other' message. How often do you get a feeling that the 'world' is 'waiting' for something to manifest? For me it seems to get stronger all the time. For others like me the feeling is unsettling, unnerving at times.
Graeme's words are:
"this is dangerous time, this is a time without rhyme without reason, this is a time when the outcome can never be known .."
And this song is also about courage, perhaps foolhardiness, but showing us that there are still folks out there who are prepared to stand up for everyone, not just their own ego, or their own safety.
As you might see today I am having one of those pita 'no' energy days when I feel totally drained and even writing this is a struggle. Yesterday I was not inspired to even think. I was hunting a new business premise .. really I just want a large room I could also use for workshops, but being new in town I have no idea where to find one. I have to give it over to God to sort out. I am sure they can take care of it, in their own good time.
Fallen angels - look at the current spate of movies on the theme, mostly the fallen are nasty .. or simply twisted. Gabriel was a very stupid movie but the villian had the right name .. Samael. I know far too much about Sama and her ways. One day I will get back to that book and finish it. Maybe I will patchwork today instead. LOL
We love you,
Ama
9.18am Tuesday 24 March 2009
Graeme Connors is a popular australia country singer, one I had never heard of until Tom introduced me to his music. He has a song called 'cyclone season' which touches a nerve because the lyrics also speak of this time of change, and if you use the song as an analogy, digging into the deeper layers in the words, you can apply see the 'other' message. How often do you get a feeling that the 'world' is 'waiting' for something to manifest? For me it seems to get stronger all the time. For others like me the feeling is unsettling, unnerving at times.
Graeme's words are:
"this is dangerous time, this is a time without rhyme without reason, this is a time when the outcome can never be known .."
And this song is also about courage, perhaps foolhardiness, but showing us that there are still folks out there who are prepared to stand up for everyone, not just their own ego, or their own safety.
As you might see today I am having one of those pita 'no' energy days when I feel totally drained and even writing this is a struggle. Yesterday I was not inspired to even think. I was hunting a new business premise .. really I just want a large room I could also use for workshops, but being new in town I have no idea where to find one. I have to give it over to God to sort out. I am sure they can take care of it, in their own good time.
Fallen angels - look at the current spate of movies on the theme, mostly the fallen are nasty .. or simply twisted. Gabriel was a very stupid movie but the villian had the right name .. Samael. I know far too much about Sama and her ways. One day I will get back to that book and finish it. Maybe I will patchwork today instead. LOL
We love you,
Ama
9.18am Tuesday 24 March 2009
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