Healer Heal Thyself: The Importance of Self-Healing for Reiki Practitioners

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Once we begin the spiritual journey, we begin to look within. Our senses begin to detect more subtle vibrations, and there is a peace that emanates from radically simple things. We feel such peace from such simple actions: a hand on the knee, a hand on the heart. Our breath.

Slowly, over time, we begin to loosen our concepts and preconceived notions about what is required for happiness. We let go of standard societal notions of “success,” and we, instead, dive deeper into a happiness that is unshakable by any outward, external force. We find a happiness that lasts. We find a love—within.

Dear Reiki practitioners: It is so important to remember that our self-healing practice is the foundation for our lives.

As we heal ourselves, we realize that time spent on the self is not selfish. We realize, rather, that the love, time, and attention we give to our own beautiful self is the greatest gift we can give to the world. We realize—quite paradoxically and quite amazingly!—that there is no greater step to healing the world than through the loving-kindness we bring to our own heart. Our heart is the catalyst for all change. Our heart is the beginning.

Whether our eyes are open or closed, whether we are sitting up or lying down, whether we are listening to music or are sitting in silence, the feeling of fullness, of wholeness, of enough-ness that comes through during a Reiki self-healing session is always apparent. Once attuned to the Reiki energy, we return, again and again, day after day, to that moment where we can relax and let go…into our beautiful selves. The Reiki container gives us permission to excuse ourselves from the concerns of the day…and we open up, we receive.

It is wonderful to receive healing sessions from other Reiki practitioners at various stages of our awakening journey. They can help us jumpstart our journey or help us push past plateaus. However, the conclusion to the healing can only happen within our own two hands.

There is a time when we must relinquish our reliance on other healers, teachers, and outside authorities, and look within, to our own natural abilities. To our own love.

For, truly, a Reiki self-healing session is all about love. Given and expressed by the self to the self. It is claiming our own true authority to be the most powerful and perfect healer we are privileged to know. It is claiming our birthright.

As we heal our hearts, may we know the peace that surpasses all understanding. May we dive deep into the richness of our own glory. And may we, each of us, know the love that can only come from within.

Namaste.

The First Time I Met God

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This is the story about the first time I met God.

I was twenty-eight years old. I’d been having crushing migraines for two years. I had come to a last resort. Sinus surgery. A doctor would cut open my face and, hopefully, fix me.

I was looking forward to the surgery. I needed the pain to stop.

About a week before the surgery, however, I had received a vexing diagnosis. It seemed that I had, somehow, contracted (yet another) skin infection, a result of my weakened immune system.

On the day of the surgery, as my eyes grew heavy from the anesthesia, worried thoughts bombarded my brain. Even if this sinus surgery was successful, I still had many painful skin treatments ahead of me, where another doctor would use acid to burn away the skin infection. Probably more antibiotics, too.

On the day of the surgery, my husband held my hand, and all I could do was pray for was a miracle. This pain needed to stop. I needed to live again.

The prayer I said wasn’t even an explicit prayer, actually. I didn’t stop to say “Dear God” or “please, angels.” No. The prayer I said wasn’t even with words, and I didn’t even pause to do it. The prayer was continuous and bottomless…like an animal cry from my heart. The prayer was a spark, a plea, a wordless scream that seemed to mean please please, I just can’t take it anymore.

I am having surgery.

And I am suddenly not in my body.

One moment, I am looking at the surgeon hovering over me, relaxing into the anesthesia—and the next moment, I’m a disembodied soul, floating free in the Universe.

Galaxies spinning and swirling around me. Great bursts of color: red, purple, green, blue, orange… Stars. I am weightless. Such splendor, all around me! Such bliss!

And, there are angels. Countless angels—singing! Great songs of inexplicable beauty. Language cannot come close to describing this beauty.

At some point during this experience, a voice comes. A soft yet strong voice. The voice seems to harmonize my body into its own vibration. The voice can be felt inside of me, rippling through every inch of me, and also throughout everywhere—because my Being also touches every other Being, too.

The voice is female. She sounds older, like a grandmother. The most caring, compassionate, patient, wise grandmother. She says, “Child, my dear child. Do Reiki on yourself for thirty days.”

Although she doesn’t say it, I know in an instant what she means. I know that she is instructing me to use Reiki as the healing tool for the skin infection. I know she is giving me the confidence to dive into the practice that I’d just been initiated into only a few weeks prior.

And although she doesn’t say it, I know she is God. I knew she is Source. I know that I have left my body, have returned to the place that I have been, so many times before.

This place is so familiar. Waves of ecstasy. Waves of bliss. Pure knowing. Pure love. Beyond comprehension, beyond the mind. Only love.

I don’t know how long I am in this place. Maybe ten seconds? Ten lifetimes? I don’t know.

I begin to hear people talking around me, and slowly, I come back into my body. I see a nurse bending before me. I smile at her, and begin to softly laugh. I see my husband enter the room. He guides me into a wheelchair.

I know that everything is going to be okay. I know my sinuses are healed and I know that my skin infection will soon be healed.

I feel a total freedom from fear.

The Love that met me that day can hardly be summarized into language, and yet I try. I so want to share it with you.

Sometimes when life gets really tough, and I become worried or sad, I close my eyes, and I bring myself back to that place. Being weightless out in our vast Universe, hearing the voice of Love.

I look forward to returning to that place again, upon my death. But now is the time for human life. Now is the time for action and movement in the body, and to guide others to what they know but might have forgotten.

The first time I met God, she came as a grandmother.

Now, God comes to me more simply, quietly, each morning, when I place my feet on the carpet and take my first few slow breaths of the day. God comes to me when I brush my teeth, and the glistening water catapults from the faucet—a miracle of human ingenuity and love.

God comes to me when I type these words on the keyboard to you. Each clicking key sounds like her voice. I pause, look out the window, see a bird. A squirrel. Blue sky.

What a wonder, this life.

What a wonder.

 

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A Letter to the Wayshowers

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Dear Wayshowers,

The ancients spoke of this time. A time of great remembrance.

Many advanced souls have been drawn back to this planet at this time.

We do this for the purpose of being a wayshower for others. Of helping people remember the timeless, eternal Truth.

You have already done this.

Allow me to repeat: You have already done this.

Indeed, you have already awakened, in many past lifetimes. You have already lived in a state of pure bliss and perfection in other times, on other planets, in other dimensions. You have assisted countless beings in the ascension process.

And now you are here again. Back again, doing the same work, here on Earth. Why? Because it’s great fun! And a huge challenge! Helping a planet awaken is one of the greatest thrill rides known in the cosmos.

When you are born, you begin your life with a sense of forgetfulness about the Truth of your being. You have amnesia to who you truly are.

Therefore, for many years, you have been living in extreme self-doubt. You have even allowed yourself to believe you have been the “victim” of other people. Many of you have acquired some very intense battle wounds along the way.

However, here’s the good news. I’m here to remind you today of the uplifting truth: You have already done this! You have already awakened, many many times. You are aware of the process, the subtle nuances inherent in rising up out of darkness and into the light.

The mind makes all things so. Each person creates the story of how the Universe works. And when souls come together to tell the same story, things are accelerated.

Have no fear. This lifetime is very special. You have wisdom locked inside of you. You only have to find the keys.

Finding the keys is what drew you to this letter, and what draws you to the teachers and mentors who can help.

Pray. Ask the Great Spirit, Goddess, God (whatever you want to call it) to help you unlock the great wisdom within you.

Pray. Ask for help. Ask to be drawn to an enlightened teacher.

Pray. Speak to the very cells of your body, asking them to help you in this awakening process. Ask them to heal, so that you can be clear and vibrant.

Pray. Ask the Divine Force to transform and uplift all the people you encounter.

Dear friends, pray.

Pray that your awakening awakens others. Pray that your love heals the planet.

Go forth, in your full regal bearing, knowing that you are an advanced soul, with advanced wisdom to share. Awaken further!

When things get difficult, remember that you already have a PhD in ascension and it only seems like you are back in high school, fretting over an algebra problem. The truth is: you have done this work before, and you have chosen to repeat the process of awakening in this time, on this planet, right now, when things do seem very dark.

But the darkness is an illusion.

Remember that enlightenment is here, now. You are here now.

Take a breath.

Okay, take another breath.

Smile.

You’ve got this.

 

Blessings to you all,

Anya Light

Saying Hello and Goodbye to Cannabis: My Story of Healing

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Here is the story of how I said hello and goodbye to cannabis. Here is my story of healing.

To begin, however, allow me to first define cannabis.

What exactly is this magical plant that people call pot, weed, or marijuana?

To put it plainly: cannabis is an essence. A kind of spirit essence.

Every kind of being on this planet has a certain unmistakable flavor. For example, cats are cats, no matter the individual differences in temperament and personality. Dogs are dogs, no matters their quirks. One cannot mistake a cat from a dog—they are fundamentally carrying a different spirit essence in their DNA.

Now, let us take this analysis a step further. If we consider humans, we would admit that it would be difficult to mistake a Chinese person from a French person. It would be difficult to mistake an African from a Russian. Each ethnic group has its own beautiful flavor, its own unique contribution to the world. Its own awesome essence.

If we consider this in terms of plant life, then, we can see that each type of plant has its own beautiful essence also. The raspberry bush brings to us sweet pink morsels. The basil plant brings soft and tangy leaves. The peace lily brings wonderful white blossoms.

Thus, each variety of plant, person, and animal has its own uniqueness. Its own characteristic beauty. Its own irreplaceable contribution to the world.

What then is the essence, the contribution of cannabis?

What the cannabis plant brings to us is the vibration of the fourth dimension.

The fourth dimension is that of magic and mysticism, of unexplainable new realities.

Many human beings, at this time, operate in their daily lives in a humdrum third-dimensional vibration. What this means is that they see physical reality as very “real” and solid and that they have little power to mold it. They believe that when they die, it is the forever end. They believe they are only a separate body, a crude mass of flesh and bone. Third-dimensional consciousness is heavy and constricted: a consciousness of fear, scarcity, violence, and competition.

When one ingests cannabis, however, one is instantly drawn into a different world. One enters the fourth dimension.

In the fourth dimension, the vibration changes. Our bodies feel a bit lighter. More pliable. Time seems to lengthen and even, at times, dissolve. In the fourth dimension, our consciousness becomes more fluid, and we can even perceive ourselves as not being solely contained within the physical walls of our skin—everything, including our own body, becomes less solid, and we begin to perceive our infinite power as Creators to shift and change the “outside” reality.

In the fourth dimension, we enter into a kind of curious waking dream, where our inward hopes, fears, joys, and emotions become intensified. Under the influence of cannabis, the outer more obviously reflects the inner. The subconscious becomes conscious. For example, let’s say we have a fear of water that we—with our conscious, rational brain—try to repress during our normal waking life. Under the influence of cannabis however, the truth of the subconscious emerges. Our friend asks us to step onto a boat, and we suddenly find ourselves panicking, unable to board the boat. We may even have a flash of a memory from a past life in which we drowned. With the help of the cannabis plant, we may find hidden soul secrets rising to the surface.

For many years, I was healing from a variety of debilitating chronic illnesses. I was bedridden much of the time. I was depressed. I was not really living.

What initially drew me to cannabis was that it was a great way to numb the physical pain and it often gave me a boost of energy, helping me get out of bed and perform daily tasks. However, over time, using cannabis became a profoundly spiritual experience for me. It became sacred ritual. Mystical adventure. It opened up my psychic channels.

Over time, I found that it was possible to bond with the spirit of the plant herself—to interact with her as a distinct personality. In our adventures, I learned her name was Janine (she seems to go by different names, depending on who you talk to!), and I learned to hear the world through her beautiful unique ears and to see the world through her beautiful unique eyes.

Janine was my buddy. She helped me laugh when every bone in my body hurt. When I was stuck in bed, Janine helped my astral body travel to other dimensions, planets, stars, and universes. Janine helped me perceive (for the first time in my life!) the beauty of a single rose.

Most of all, Janine helped me understand the circumstances of my illness from a broader perspective. She helped me see the greater plan that was to be for my life, as a healer and wayshower of others. She brought me courage and peace.

Over a few years, my dear friend Janine helped me expand my consciousness out of the third dimension and into the fourth. Over time, I could feel Janine’s presence—the presence of the fourth dimension—even without ingesting the plant.

I was changing. I was growing.

And then…a fateful moment came, when I could deny the truth no longer.

Janine was actually starting to bring me down. Ingesting her was now making me feel sad, sleepy, heavy, and rather morose. Why? Because now I was generally residing at a higher level of vibration than her.

So…there was only one thing to do.

It was time to say goodbye to my dear, dear friend.

I created a farewell ritual and said my thanks. I shed a few tears. I knew that I would be able to always tune into her presence if I wanted to… and yet, it was still sad. Like the death of a loved one.

I no longer needed my guide.

Make no mistake: if you are currently using cannabis in order to raise your vibration…and if it is your intention to continue awakening, continue growing, then this particular chapter in your life must eventually come to an end. You will see that it is time to let go of your pal cannabis.

You will see it is necessary to let go of the training wheels so you can really ride the bike of life.

Janine, my dear sweet friend, was a wonderful doorway into the fourth dimension. She was a wonderful pathway for healing. But, ultimately, I wasn’t content to just stay there. I wanted something deeper, just as psychonaut-turned-spiritual-teacher Ram Dass discovered many years ago. I wanted meditation. Full mental clarity. Full energy and health. I wanted the bliss and intoxication of God-love that resides in the fifth dimension. I wanted so much more.

Ultimately, I am so happy that acceptance of cannabis and other sacred plant medicines is becoming more and more widespread. This is very good for our planet. Mass waves of human beings are breaking out of the box of third-dimensional consciousness. Maybe they begin the journey by simply wanting to have fun or wanting to numb the pain. That’s okay. Whatever prompts the journey is wonderful—because the journey always ends in the same place.

Evolution. Awakening.

 

Meditation is a Practice of Dying

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Meditation is a practice of dying.

When we close our eyes to meditate, we drop our lives. We drop our names, our wants, our goals, our to do lists. We drop relationships, work, play; we drop it all. We drop.

When we sit down on a cushion to meditate, we chart a bold new path—into the unknown.

Meditation is not simply a way to relax or de-stress (although these reasons may have initially driven us to the practice); rather, meditation is a way to meet and experience Divinity.

Whether we were raised in a religious family or not, the path to Divinity, to Source, to God, to All That Is (whatever term you want to call it is fine; the label does not matter), is a path that comes when we have grown weary of the material world’s false promises. Maybe we have tasted fame, fortune, success, or even deep love in a marriage. And yet…and yet…there is this thing inside, this craving that is never fully satisfied.

What is this thing? This thing is the longing for God.

When we sit down to meditate, we say goodbye to our lives as they have been, and we invite the unknown. We invite Divinity to enter us.

When we sit down to meditate, we drop it all, for a few minutes, and we enter into a state where the mind is allowed to dissolve.

People fear death, because it is the conclusion of the mind’s accumulation of facts and figures of one particular lifetime. People tend to believe that what the mind has stored, all the facts and figures and stories and moods and memories is what makes up a “life.” Thus, when the mind ends at the time of death, people are often terrified. What happens when we lose the mind and the body that has defined our very existence? Is there life after life? Do we just cease to be? Indeed, the death process is terrifying to most people.

Ultimately, people fear meditation and are reluctant to try it because they fear death.

Death is an unravelling of the mind.

Meditation is also an unravelling of the mind.

Even though meditation is not yet mainstream on our planet, more and more people are waking up to the need for meditation in their daily lives. They are starting small: with five minutes every day, and then gradually devoting more and more time to the practice. They are beginning to taste grand moments of peace, and even happiness or bliss.

Meditation is the practice of dying. We die to all that we have known and all that we thought was real. We put down our identities, and we allow ourselves to be swept into the unknown.

Through this brave act of dying, day after day, we move into the light. We move towards the purest kind of freedom. It is the freedom of pure Consciousness—the knowing, the experience, the absolute certainty that all is One. That there is, in fact, no death at all.

A Letter of Encouragement to my Healer Friends

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Dear loved ones,

The truth about healing is that not everyone wants to heal. The truth about healing is that not everyone is ready.

It takes a super courageous soul to look within and say “Maybe the way I’ve been doing it is not the best way.” It takes a humble soul to accept an extended hand and say, “Please guide me; I’m lost.” It takes a person of the most radical nature to say, “I’m ready for a change.”

Change is hard; change is difficult. Many people you know, including many people on spiritual paths, have reached a certain level of evolvement and then stopped. They are content to stay at that level. For them, they believe that where they are at is the highest they can go. For them, there is no higher wisdom possible—they have closed themselves off to the possibility of more.

If someone has stopped, and they don’t even realize that they’ve stopped (this is called “denial”), then they will not want your healing assistance. They will not desire your encouragement to go further.

This is a hard lesson, I know! I’ve been learning it lately, and it is perhaps the most challenging lesson I’ve ever encountered. There is someone in my life whom I love dearly who has been stuck in a plateau of cynicism, isolation, and frustration for many years, but who refuses to accept my sincere offers of help. I offer her free Reiki sessions, hugs, and words of guidance—yet she is not truly open to any of them. She does not want the wisdom I have to share. She does not want healing. She does not want to see within herself all the ways she could grow. She is not ready.

Dear healer friends, you cannot force someone to heal. You may love someone with every ounce of your being, and put tremendous efforts into offering assistance, but that person may refuse every moment of it.

Yet, know this: You are not a failure! What is happening is that you are learning a deep lesson. The lesson of acceptance. Every human being is on their own journey. It may not be in this lifetime that they are ready to do the deep healing work that you yourself have done. For the path of a healer, a guide, a lightworker and wayshower of humanity, is not an easy path! It is perhaps the most challenging of all—because we have to face our “yucky stuff” in the process, head-on. What courage! What intensity! Not every soul is meant for this.

My friends, the truth about healing is that not everyone is ready to heal. Not everyone wants your help.

The truth is, the best way to help someone you love who is resistant to your efforts is by respecting their choice to be exactly where they are. Even if your heart is breaking by watching someone you love refuse the healing support you offer, allow your heart to break. Feel it break and feel it break and feel it break some more.

Through the pain of your broken heart, your ego dissolves further, and then, paradoxically, more love can shine through.

Through the pain, you find redemption in the light. You leave all projections of how things “should be” and you enter the present moment of now…where everyone you love, and every single being that exists, is absolutely perfect. Right now. Now. Now…

 

Loving All of You Forever,

Anya Light ♥

The Path of the Reiki Teacher

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The teacher and the student are one. There is no true difference between them.

When I began to feel the calling to teach Reiki through this blog, many doubts filled my mind. I could feel the energy of yes pulsing through every part of me—and, at the same time, there were also doubts. The ego was reminding me of all the dreadful mistakes I had made in the past. Yes, I had taught students already. I had attuned many level one and level two students—yet…was I prepared, really prepared to offer my teachings on the larger scale of a blog?

On one particular morning, as I began to type out some notes for the beginning of this blog, I took a walk in the park near my home. I was feeling full of doubt and fear. It was quite cold, December, and almost all the leaves had departed from the trees. Life looked bare. A little scary. As I walked deeper into the park, I noticed two trees, ahead, who remained tantalizingly full. Their leaves were vibrant: bright and deep reds, and the occasional flush of orange or yellow. My feet seemed to have no choice but to go toward them. I reminded myself to breathe, to be present. I brought myself back to the moment. I reminded myself that the doubts I were having were not what mattered—what mattered was the energy of that yes that was pulsing through my body; what mattered was the beauty of those two trees, calling me forth.

As I came closer and closer to the trees, I felt the familiar tingle of Reiki entering my crown. My body relaxed and my steps slowed.

I took a breath.

Who am I to teach?

As soon as my mind formed the question, another voice came. It was a loving, soothing voice full of vibrating love.

The voice said: The everything you teach is you.

 

The student and the teacher are one. There is nothing that the student does not already know, deep in his heart. The student has simply forgotten.

Why does a teacher teach? What is the purpose of teaching?

When the teacher teaches, she (ultimately) teaches herself. She merges into air. She sings with the birds. She celebrates with all creation.

When the teacher teaches, he knows himself and can find himself. He delights in this thing we call life, this thing we call magical existence.

When the teacher teaches, there is a paradoxical awareness that there is no one to teach and nothing to say…and yet the students appear and the flower of words can also come forth.

When the teacher teaches, she teaches herself. She learns the way.

She envelops herself in light.

The Way you are Waking Up is Perfect

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This is an unedited letter from The Light Collective,

a group of benevolent beings channeled by Anya Light

 

Dear lightworkers & wayshowers,

We come forth in this letter, and we speak to you. We are a collection of your higher self and the higher selves of many others. We are things that cannot be accurately translated into your language. Perhaps the closest word might be “guides.” We are guides. And we speak to you now.

We want to tell you we have great compassion for you at this time. We know that life right now seems like a crazy roller coaster. You find yourself doubting and you find yourself in bliss.

On some days, you are up, way up, feeling the love pour from every pore of every human you encounter, from every leaf of every plant, and from every bird who soars into view.

And then there are other days, when you feel like a fraud. You are nervous to be around your family or old friends, because their unconsciousness triggers the part of you that is not yet settled in your enlightenment. On these days, you are somewhat guarded in public, still keeping that proverbial eye out for the pickpocket, for the thief, for the person who will “hurt” you.

This is a normal part of the process. Not every human wakes up in the instantaneous way that is so often mythologized and glorified. Sure, a few rare ones have woken up quickly, overnight, but our tendency to long for that type of awakening only stems from our longing to rapidly flee from the suffering that hurts so much.

Please know that your periodic dips into suffering (which, you must admit, are not nearly as bleak as they used to be) has a useful purpose. Every thing that happens in Creation has a useful purpose. Nothing is wasted; all parts are integral. In order to help humanity, in order to help evolve consciousness during this time of transition on the planet, it is necessary that during this time you fluctuate back into suffering (the feeling of separateness, disconnection with the Whole) in order to gather information about how that exactly feels, having the contrast of the enlightened state to compare it with. You lived as numb robot for much of your life, trying to dull away the pain of your conditioned upbringing through alcohol, drugs, casual sex, mindless entertainment, endless running and distraction. You could not bear the pain in your body. You ran. You hid.

And then the time came when there was a break from the ceaseless chatter of your mind and everything became still. The clouds broke and the sun emerged. The time for the ceaseless pain was no more, and there was relief.

Dear lightworker, you are miles away from that first taste of enlightenment. Yet, you still suffer.

We are here to tell you that this is okay. It is part of the plan. Embrace that this part of the journey is going to feel a bit rocky, a bit crazy sometimes. Once you have broken through the veil permanently, you will look back at this part of your journey with utter amazement and gratitude. For it is through acquainting yourself with the suffering while still partly conscious of Unity Consciousness that brings the deep insight and the teachings. There are those teachers who woke up as children, or those who woke up overnight. They have their teachings. You have yours; yours are different.

Without this half-way phase, there would be no way to translate the message to others who will be on a similar path to you. Dear soul, there are similar paths, similar soul-streams. You are preparing yourself and helping those who are in the similar stream. You will speak to those who know or will know of what you speak. The rest you cannot speak to; it is not meant to be. They have their own teachers.

The way you are waking up is perfect.

If you simply popped from suffering straight into full awareness, what could you teach? You could only teach the mysterious story. Many have taught that story already. What is new is the story of waking up gradually. Waking up while in the midst of profound challenge.

Many of you are not in monasteries. Many of you are not in peaceful ashrams or in spiritual communities where you have the leisure to focus on your breath all day. Most of you are out there, in the world, in the nitty gritty of life, earning paychecks and raising children and going to grocery stores and living in cities breathing in polluted air. You lack the grass under your feet and you lack a spiritual teacher by your side.

Indeed, this is a hard path. One of the most challenging.

You live daily amidst great suffering—great suffering by those who do not even know they suffer!

It may be tempting sometimes to feel victimized by your circumstances and to think of this as a burden. We encourage you to reframe your situation as your great gift. It is a gift from self to self. It is a mission like no other.

You are a piece of Source; Source lives within you, directing you on this path that you are on. We cannot emphasize enough the reassurance that it is not your job to flee from this “mundane” life to some “more spiritual” place. Stay where you are. Be who you are. Do not try to arrange the details of your life so they are more comfortable. Run, headfirst, into the meat of this life, of where you are now, of the circumstances you are presented with.

When you are in a park, hug a tree. Allow others to watch you do this. When you are in a grocery store, tell the cashier she has a beautiful voice or he is doing a fine job. When someone asks you how you are, you can reply, “This life is a blessing.” Be you. Be bold. Be the one who inspires. Speak the truth you know within your heart. Do not allow the unconsciousness of others bring your energy down, but simply allow their unconsciousness to grow strength in you, as you practice directing your love in their direction.

If you are constantly surrounded by difficult, stubborn, depressed, angry characters at work or even in your home, make each moment in their presence a moment of service. No words even need to be spoken. Simply open and consciously maintain yourself as a pure channel of light, needing nothing from them, absorbed in your own radiance, bathed in light, moving slowly, moving so that the love can pour into you and then also reflect out from you, magnified a million times by your heart. Feel the Christ within you grow as you are around them. They are, in effect, helping shape you to be the teacher you are coming to be. Without their suffering, you could not know the healing power of graceful compassion within you. Do you not see how everything has its place, its purpose?

Do you not see how the waking up process is guaranteed?

You have crossed the threshold of 2012, and now you walk among the multitudes, learning to be the master.

When you are drawn to stories about Jesus, about the Buddha, about other awakened ones, do you think this is a coincidence? We want you to know it is like who attracts like. Many years ago it was rare to be a master. Now, you are among much company.

Your heart is a powerful instrument. Do not underestimate it. Your heart has the power to cleanse the suffering of those around you.

If you fall back into suffering for hours, days, or even weeks at a time, know that this is not a fault or a failing. You are still a lightworker—and, in fact, perhaps this is the best time of all for you to reflect upon this soul title…for you know on some core level you signed up for exactly this. You chose to the one who goes to hell, to extend a hand to those who suffer. And you can extend that hand because you know what it is like to be in hell. You know the way of no-hope, so you can give hope.

Many of the people around you do not know they suffer. Wait, patiently, until there is a moment when you can speak to offer insight, to offer knowledge. But, until then, until there is that perfect opening, no words need be spoken. Your peaceful presence, your action, is all that is needed. If someone is hungry, feed them. If someone needs a hug, hug them. If someone is crying, smile and touch their hand. These seem to be such simple things, yet they are the difference between life and death, between heaven and hell.

You are the sunshine, breaking free from the clouds. You are the morning, after a long winter’s night. You are what you came to be. You are.

We see you. We appreciate you. We speak to you, in our chorus of voices, whispering to you, watching over you. Know that angels attend you in every moment and that your life is blessed.

You will, friend, in this lifetime, reach that state of abiding awakeness you seek. You will. Eventually the wave will come, and it will take you fully. The more you doubt this, the longer you will have to wait for it. So simply trust that it is coming. You shall be delivered from this roller-coaster-time. And once you have been freed, you will look back with gratitude, your heart now filled with empathic teachings that could have come no other way.

Every path is perfect. Every choice is right. Every day is a chance to live your most brightest light and most surest truth.

Go forward on this path, light worker, being of light, friend of humanity, angel in disguise, and do the job you came here to do. Forgive yourself on your “bad” days. Trust, have faith, and love with every ounce of your being!

 

Endless Blessings,

The Light Collective

 

Daily Miracles: the Wooden Floor, the Meditation

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Time spins and swirls: it doesn’t exist.

The great miracle is that we don’t lose the ones we love.

The ones we love stay with us. They shape us; they live and breathe inside our bones.

Today, I was missing someone. I sat down to meditate. I kept my eyes open and softly gazed at the wooden floor.

The patterns in the wood begin to spin and swirl. The light coming in from the window did a pretty, pretty dance.

For a few minutes, a few thoughts held on…

and…then…they were gone.

I was me. Just me again. Just me, with you. Us. The infinite Universe. A small being, and also everything.

You were there. The one I was missing. You were there.

The meditation bell rang, we did our bows, and then I put on my shoes. I entered the day.