"You are writing ABOUT us but you are not listening TO us."
Listening to The Guides . . . again
Sometimes, I forget to listen. I don’t forget The Guides are there - I just sort of take them for granted. When this happens, they find a way to remind me. . .
In prayer, I often speak out loud. I have always done this—in full faith that someone is listening.
At around this time last year, I asked the Guides to “send me a letter” describing me as they see me—through their eyes. I woke, my mind full of message, full of response to my request.
An excerpt from their message:
“Last night, Amy, you prayed, asking us to send a letter describing you as we see you through our eyes.
And now we will speak that letter through you, and you will be receiver of these words and also speaker. For this is the time of realization that you are the one, the only one who can bless you, the only one who can include you into the wholeness of blessing. . .
And to you, Reader, even as we speak these words to Amy, we speak them also to you. For you too are good and you too are blessed, and you too are holy and a part of the wholeness of blessing.
So many words. So many words. So many words to say such a simple thing, to offer such a simple blessing: You are good.
And why is this so? Why do we need so many words?
Because for so long, so many words have described you as broken, as un-blessed, as sinful, as cruel, as evil, as messy, as clumsy, as awkward—as otherwise separate from blessing. And with those words was the intention to separate you from your own goodness.
And we tell you now that you are already perfect and in need of no such fix. Already as you should be, and in need of no such medicine. For nothing is wrong, and you are the holy one, the only one who can reject these words of un-blessing which you have swallowed, which you have absorbed in your walk through this world.
And we are here to say to you now: It’s time to find a new temple.”
(You can read the rest of this beautiful message at The Temple of The Rose.)
(You can read all of The Guides’ messages here.)
Last week’s message, this week’s realization . . .
It’s only recently that the Guides have begun requesting that I record their messages. They are training me, I think, to speak their messages to you.
This is just another level—another layer of this training. They have been training me from the beginning of our conversation. They taught me to pay attention by showing me a ball in my mind’s eye, making a game of moving the ball across the field of my attention and dropping it into a chute. They trained me to attune my listening by playing different tones and asking me to hum along—aligning my own voice with their vibration.
They sent me BIG dreams, and as I woke up, we would think about them together. This still happens—though lately, I find they want me to do my ‘dreaming with them’ in waking hours. And I am ready.
Now, when I sit and open to it, they pour messages through me. When I am not in meditation, they pour their messages through my writing. When I am with a client, they pour their message through me as imagery, which I can share with the client.
Last week’s transmission was a simple, terse reminder:
You are writing ABOUT us, but you are not listening TO us.
I understood immediately. It was time to actively engage again.
The Guides—Angelic Guardians of the Field of Love and Blessing—were letting me know:
We came very close as you moved through the stages of your stroke and recovery. We were with you, guiding your steps. Now, we take a step back. We give you back to your own care—even as we hover close by and invite you (as always) to call on us whenever you want to engage.
In other words: free will.
The message stayed with me, penetrating my awareness until I wasn’t even thinking about it anymore—I was simply listening again. And I began to share their messages again.
Today, after my house was fully cleaned, I noticed something twinkling on the floor beneath the sofa where I sit to write these days. I reached under there and . . . “Well, hello!” I greeted, pulling out this medallion. I hadn’t realized it was missing from its usual place—suspended by a cord in the window where I work in my sun room. But I know who twinkled me its message this evening.
We are here with you. Beneath you, beside you. Everywhere you are, we are here, too.
I want to add a little note you, reader - a reminder that your guides are also always with you.
May you have a beautiful weekend, filled with blessings.
May your heart be light - even in these times.
May your mind be quiet, at peace.
Trust that this is possible. Ask your guides to make it so.
Amy
xxoo
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