Soul Call: Becoming Real with Amy Oscar

Soul Call: Becoming Real with Amy Oscar

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We don't stop loving them when they leave this world. And they don’t stop loving us.

Can I stay with myself?

This world is scaring me . . . but I'm not giving up on Love

Your blog is a mirror, a beehive, a teacher

The Peace at the End of Life — Science, Spirit, and the Miraculous

We are never truly alone. At the threshold between life and death, angels always hover close, ready make the crossing - and the letting go- easier.

"We offer help, guidance, and support in all situations. But when you are afraid, disoriented, or in danger, we draw near—doing all we can to keep you safe."

On the one year anniversary of my stroke, I woke at five a.m. I found that I wanted to touch everything. The books on my shelf, the sculptures that my sister made: houses, wise women, gentle birds.

Dreams are not just the flickering residue of daily life. Sometimes, they are openings. Sometimes, they are offerings. And sometimes, they are bridges between our world and something holy.

Audio Recording for Module Five

Module Five: You are the blessing. You are the spell. You are the radiant one.

I saw, hovering over the heads of the class, a beautiful white blanket of light. It looked like fog, but it was glowing. It moved—undulating as if it were breathing . . .

I'm in-between right now. Floating in amniotic bardo space where time means nothing and I cannot seem to make a blog post. This will end when the birthing begins. Until then . . .

Module five . . . I need a little more time.

You're upset because it’s upsetting.

I could feel the bee kind of ‘staring’ at me. Gulping, I said, “Hello.”

"Any creature can bring you an angel sign."

Do not open the EVITE invitation about a LUNCH. I did not send it.

From the archive: Throwing my mother's artwork in the dumpster.

How to decide when you can't decide

It’s time to open the gates - and trust. (My new subscription policy)

You Are the One Who Calls the Wind and the Water

Signs and symbols: The Crow That Healed My Postpartum Depression

Why do I try to manage the people I love most?

Let it be: When an oops becomes a blessing

Even This — Blessing the hard things together. Learning to meet sorrow, resistance, and fear with Love. Trusting the deeper order of things. Letting things be as they are.

The language of light

Not This Sunday, Sweet Ones

Turn Sideways into the Light

Somehow, I’d created a home—and a lifestyle—that supported everyone in the family in their creative work except me.Is there no room for me in my own life? I wondered.

Sometimes the most powerful thing we can offer is presence

“I’m here. I know. It’s too much.”

Field of Grace + Shifting from Condemnation to Blessing

I Keep Forgetting I'm Not Broken

You were born reading energy - you've been doing it all your life!

Cledons: Whispers of Guidance that may come from anywhere - or anyone

The woman in Panera

The angels were speaking in energy language. Imagery language. A stream of sense impressions, sparkling breadcrumbs in a glitter trail I only had to follow.

Reminder: Our Spring Workshop has begun!

Workshop: The One Who Blesses

Could I Really Be Talking with Angels?

When you notice yourself worrying about what another person is doing or thinking, imagine there is a silky thread of attachment flowing between you - and let it go.

"You live in a call and response universe."

"It is the only medicine that can break the spell of our split world"

God, are you there?

The innies are reminding the outies how to feel. The outies are stepping into the rain and letting it ruin their hair, letting it run down their arms and pool on the insides of their shoes.

Inventory of Tenderness for your weekend

The phone rings, and you know who’s on the line. You think about someone and “coincidentally” bump into them the next day. You make a wish or whisper a prayer, and miraculously, it’s granted.

What would happen if I told people I had proof that angels are real? How would my life have to change if I took this seriously?

Join me as I re-read my own book, Sea of Miracles, and reflect with you

My bones knew this was real - the angel stories people were sharing were true

Re-reading Sea of Miracles Together: Chapter Index

I can think of no better time to discover that angels are real

"You are writing ABOUT us but you are not listening TO us."

Angels are Real—This is How I Know

The final module of Sacred Ache has dropped . . .

The Sacred Ache: Standing at the Threshold

Sacred Pause: The Reflection Work

Sacred Pause: The Index

Instead of arguing with the world, we let it touch us. Because nothing is wrong—and that might be the hardest thing to understand.

The smallest thing is entropy (or maybe a tiny pocket)

The Wild Book is being born - and it's probably too early to tell you about this at all but I feel spring moving through me and I just . . . want to.

Revisiting the Ache—A Conversation with Your Own Longing

oh, no! I am caught between the worlds of love and fear (again)

The Sacred Ache and another re-telling of the Garden

I hope that this week has been kind to you. I hope this note finds you warm and quiet inside—and that your weekend included something to enchant and delight you.

To pray with the river we become the river. It's a vibrational thing, like humming, like joining a song that's been singing itself forever

And it was morning. And it was evening. The first day.

My loves, this week . . . sigh.

A Quick Review of the Sacred Ache Workshop for People Who Worry They Are Falling Behind

Last night, I watched yet another Trump-related news story and this morning, I woke up craving blessing the way that I crave scrambled eggs in butter or cream cheese, eaten off a spoon.

I am troubled by what I am seeing in the news. It upsets me - and angers me. And then, I remember who I am and what this world is.

What if the Garden of Eden story was not about banishment but awakening? How might that change the way we experience this world?

We like to believe that we are modern. That we are so much more sophisticated than those primitive peoples who believed, ha ha ha, in mythic things like gods, goddesses.

Invitation to Discussion: Tell me, what secrets has the Sacred Ache been whispering to you in the silence?

Sacred Ache: Your week two module has dropped.

This week, I lost my voice. Because I had to be silent, I was able to hear.

A thirsty fish in water

My loves, on this day . . .

Sacred Ache: the call of your deep heart's longing

Dear One, I am really here for you.

It may seem strange—even tone-deaf—to launch a spiritual workshop while the world is burning. And yet, there is nothing more essential.

Thank you. I love you. I release you with great love.

Sacred Ache: Longing, Rediscovery, and Radiance

I want to write like a wild animal who is madly in love with the world . . .

Poem to my husband's heart

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