World Healing



The Whole of Spirit is the actor in the day I live today.  It is not that spectacular events occurred and everyone turned and said, 'here is a person through whom the Holy Spirit is acting'.  My ego would like that. There was a steady state of peace, a calm that was not disturbed by outer events and a growing awareness that life is beautiful and my being here on the surface of this planet is a vital part of that beauty. The thought that angels are watching over me is being impressed even more strongly on my awareness; that gives me a renewed sense of safety and strength. The small challenges that occur during any given day are placed in their eternal perspective almost immediately; that reinforces the idea of purpose and grace which is infusing my consciousness more and more everyday.

My guides are extremely active in my thoughts now, and it has been my experience that whenever that happens something is afoot.  At the end of 1991 the beginning of 1992 the same sort of energy was constantly with me. That was the time of what was called the 11:11 energy infusion on the planet. People from diverse stations in life were drawn into something bigger than themselves and partici­pated to one degree or another in aligning themselves to a finer energy that had been flowing, and still is. This energy has been gathering momentum and now there is to be another such alignment.  Events have been present to the collective mind to help many focus at particular times to establish the new orientation towards the life of spirit more firmly within the racial consciousness. 

May we all remember the grand tapestry of we are all threads. 

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