Awakening Our Truth

RELEASING THE MATRIX

RELEASING THE MATRIX

An Ongoing Novel Through Suzanne Lie

CHAPTER ONE

Finding the Journal

(You will find the Introduction HERE )

When I first returned from Europe, I went to Grandma’s resting place with a huge bouquet of her favorite flowers. However, as I got closer and closer to her “resting place,” I knew that I would not be able to face her grave, so I turned the other way, away from the cemetery and away from what remained of my grandmother’s body.

Then, after a few months living in Grandma’s house, I was finally ready to go to her final resting place. I was very tempted to turn away again, but then I remembered the vision of her in a golden body, which gave me great comfort. Also, I wanted to thank her for all the money that she had left me.

I still wonder how an elder woman who never seemed to have a job could have so much money. My parents had been very tight with the money they gave me, and said it was because my Boarding School was so expensive. But, later, I learned that my Grandmother had paid for all my education, including Boarding School.

When I was in High School, I found out that Grandma was paying for my education. I tried many times to ask Grandma how she could afford to give me all that money, but she always said, “Don’t worry about it dear. It is all taken care of.”

I never found out what she meant by, “It is all taken care of,” but years later she was still able to leave quite a bit of many after she had passed on. It was this money that allowed me to go to Europe and still not have to work for quite a while.

Fortunately, I was smart enough to get a good money manager, who put me on a budget, or I might have blown through my money like my parents always did. I am now enrolled in graduate school, which will not start for quite a few months.

I made that decision, so I would have to go to graduate school, but I would have more time off to get me life together, which included focusing my attention on taking care of “my” house, the large yard, and exploring the “locked attic” that Grandma would never let me enter.

In fact, she even refused to talk about the attic, which gave it such a great sense of mystery that made me want to enter it even more. Then, the other day I was rummaging around in some boxes in the pantry and found a key that said, “Attic” on it.

You would think that I would instantly run up and go into the attic, but now that I could enter it, I was afraid. Grandma was not a timid woman, so when she never allowed me to enter the attic, my childhood-self made up all kinds of stories of what mysterious things were happening in the attic.

As an adult I knew these stories could not be true, but the fear that my stories created, still remained deep inside of me. So, again, I found many reasons why I was “too busy” to explore the attic and put the key in a “safe place,” which I unconsciously made myself forget.

As soon as I realized that I was letting my fear get the best of me, I began my search to “find the key.” Of course, I searched the house for months and could not find it. Then, finally, one day, I was in a hurry to go on a date and could not find the necklace that I wanted to wear.

In my hurry and aggravation, I turned the jewelry box upside down to dump everything on my dresser. And then there, much to my surprise, was the key tapped to the bottom of my jewelry box. I instantly recognized the key and ran towards the door to the attic. But when I got to the door, I paused.

Why was I so afraid to go into that attic? It had been many months that I had very happily lived in this house. “There was no reason for my feelings,” I told myself again and again. For two days I tried to convince myself to open the hall door and walk the stairway up to the attic.

Then, I had another dream of Grandma in her Golden Body. All she said was, “Do not be afraid my love.” She might have meant something other than the key, but as soon as I awoke I put on some jeans and a t-shirt, took the key from the bottom of my jewelry box, and headed for the door to the attic.

When I had climbed the steep stairs up to the attic door, and stood there for are too long, I finally got the courage to put the key into the lock. I was almost hoping that the key did not fit, but it fit perfectly. In fact, it was also as if the key turned itself.

I tried not to ponder on that strange sensation, as I already had more adrenalin then I needed. The door opened as easily as the key turned. “This is weird,” I told myself. “One would think that such an old key would not work so easily on such an old door.

I did not realize that the high window towards the top of the house was for the attic, but there it was, with the Sun shining brightly on a particular pile of old papers. Since everything that had happened so far was surrealistic, I decided to look at that pile of papers first.

I carefully moved the loose papers and found a bound manuscript just under them. It was as if those papers had been put there to hid, or protect, the bound manuscript, which I carefully picked up. As I opened the manuscript to the first page, I found an introduction, which I will share, word for word. It was written by a person called Shara Lynn.

In fact, the book/manuscript, was Shara Lynn’s journal. I am sure my Grandmother got this book at one of the many old bookstores she loved to go to. Was this the book that she always seemed to be looking for?

I remember going with her to these old bookstores and the joy of rummaging through the old book stacks in search of the mysterious book that Grandma was always looking for. I wonder if the book I just found is the one she was always looking for?

I guess I will never know the answer to that. However, if I read the book, I might get some clues as to what my Grandmother was up to. It was then that I began to sob. Up until now, I had pushed my sorrow away into a safe place that I could visit when I was ready.

But, as I thought of the memory of looking through old, used bookstores with Grandma, searching for something that she never shared with me, I was hit by my great sorrow of losing her. I began to sob, almost uncontrollably, as I remembered all the wonderful times I had spent with my beloved Grandmother.

Finally, my tears spent, I was able to carefully open the old book to discover what was inside. To my surprise, the book was actually written by a person named Shara Lynn, and it was her journal.

Who was this Shara Lynn, and how did my Grandmother get her book? “Well,” I told myself, “You will not find out until you take the book downstairs and start reading it.” Thank Heavens, the “practical me” came into me before the “sorrowful me,” and “the more lonely than I thought person could ever be” took over me.

In fact, before I go more into my problems, I want to share the first chapter with you.
“Wait! Who is this “me?” I thought? For some reason the name Shara Lynn kept running around in my mind.

“Who is this Shara Lynn, and why does she keep coming into my mind?” I yelled to no one. However, once again, I felt an emanation, NO, I am sure it was the essence of my Grandmother’s sweet voice saying , “Read the book dear. I left it here for you.”

Now I was really spooked to hear my Grandmother answer my thoughts. However, I then realized that she had been answering all my thoughts since she had passed on. (I cannot bare to say the word “died.”)

I think the reason why I actually opened the book and started to read it was to distract me from my sorrow. I have always loved a good mystery, and this was, indeed, a mystery. Therefore, I took the book firmly in my hands, left the attic, walked down the long stairs and locked the door again.

Why did I feel a need to lock the door, and why did I “hide” the key to the attic in my jewelry box again? I am now able to realize that I was, indeed, following some form of “higher guidance,” but I did not even know about that term back then.

Even with the key back in my jewelry box and the, manuscript, or was it a book, recovered and waiting next to my bed, I did not even open it for more days that I can remember.

Why was I so frightened by this manuscript? But maybe it was not just any “manuscript?” What if it had something in it that I did not want to know about. “STOP” I told myself. “What could be so “scary” about what was likely inside my Grandmother’s Journal.

 

Well, I was about to find out.



Suzanne Lie, Ph.D. 

Suzanne Lie, Ph.D., has been a seeker since she was a child where her active “imagination” took her deep into her inner life.  Suzanne first stepped onto her spiritual path in the mid-1970s when she met her first spiritual teacher. Since then, she has had many teachers and initiations.

Her life in the physical plane was quite “normal” as her spiritual work provided her with the confidence to continue her educational training to obtain a Ph.D. in Clinical Psychology. Her studies included personal psychotherapy and focused on alternative methods of psychotherapy, such as hypnotherapy and guided meditation, which gave her tools to help herself, as well as others.suelie (1)

Becoming One Vol 1In 1999, after two years of prompting from the Arcturians, she began sharing her insights on her website, www.multidimensions.com, where her full spiritual journey is described. “Coming out” of the spiritual closet was not easy, but fortunately, documenting her journey and talking to others all over the world with similar experiences allowed her to fully accept and embrace her true SELF.

Once she built a solid foundation of knowledge regarding the journey back to the multidimensional SELF, she began writing the two volumes of the book,Becoming ONE, People and Planet: A Manual for Personal and Planetary Transformation (VOLUME 1 and VOLUME 2.)

She continues to regularly share her experiences and Arcturian teachings on her blog, Awakening with Suzanne Lie, and she wishes to help awakening ones come out of hiding and allow the glory of their highest expression of SELF into their everyday life.

Explorations into the incarnation and connection of twin flames and divine complements are detailed inReconstructing Realityher book, Visions from Venus, and her book Reconstructing Realitydescribes the process of awakening to past or parallel lives and incarnations.

She is excited to share her latest 5-book series, Pleiadian Perspective on Ascension, which details the entire process of an ascending planet designed to assist humanity with its current transition into a higher dimension.

Recognizing the need for comprehensive educational training and guidance in multidimensionality, she has recently started a new Leadership Program, designed to train new leaders that will bring forth expanded, synchronistic guidance, support, leadership, and governance in the societal shift.

The JournalShe has just published two new books, including The Journalwhich features a compilation of messages received throughout my life presented in a relatable story highlighting what happens when ordinary people receive extraordinary information.  A lovely coffee table picture-book, I Saw A Gardenis a compilation of my illustrations with specific messages the images wished to convey.

All of her initiatives remind us that through seeking, communicating with, and integrating our true, multidimensional SELF into our physical life, we can greatly expand our consciousness and regain latent skills that will assist us in creating our new reality.

Suzanne is available for personal sessions and would love to connect with and assist those ready to explore multidimensionality and who feel drawn to the Arcturian teachings.

Preparing For First Contact A Novel by the Pleiadians by Suzanne Lie

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The Journal

I Saw a Garden

Pleiadian Perspective on Ascension Book Series (5 books)

Visions from Venus

Reconstructing Reality

Becoming One, Volume I

Becoming One, Volume II

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We met Joanna Ross from Universal Unity in Sedona for the 11-11 Gateway this year!

We had so much fun, Joanna booked us for a return visit for 2017

We’re also planning a trip to Tampa, FL in June of 2017!

We would love to meet you at one of our events 🙂


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Jesus through John – For God to lack anything is impossible. 

 

Jesus Audio Blog for Thursday December 28thAs the year of Our Lord, 2017, draws to a close, make a point of giving thanks.  There are none among you who have been completely without occasion to give thanks in 2017.  Giving thanks is a very powerful energy exchange, much like forgiveness, which you should all also be offering to those you have offended – including yourselves for the negative self-judgments and disparagements you have dished out to yourselves far too frequently during these last twelve months.  So, remind yourselves frequently, as this year closes and 2018 dawns, that you are the perfect divine children of God, and that therefore, surely, you should be loving yourselves purely and completely just as God does.  Yes, of course you have made errors, that is part of being human, but forgive yourselves and move on, instead of dwelling on your perceived failings and inadequacies, thus depressing yourselves and your energy fields.

You all must have heard the saying: To err is human, to forgive divine.  Well, you are all both human and divine, because you are eternally one with God.  There is only God, Love, Source, Father/Mother/God, the Supreme Intelligence – or any other word or phrase that you feel may better describe All That Is.  You are inextricably entangled within and at One with God, who, in His infinite perfection is error-free!  Therefore, so are you!  Sins, errors, mistakes, pain, suffering, bitterness, hatred, judgment, and blame are ALL of the illusion, as will be abundantly clear to you when you awaken, as you inevitably will.  Your awakening is completely unavoidable!  So CELEBRATE, and bring it on!

This is the day – December 28th – that Christians remember as the “Feast of the Holy Innocents.”  In truth you, all sentient life forms, are Holy Innocents.  Even you, as humans, do not blame or punish very small children, because you are fully aware of their innocence, of the fact that they do not understand what it is they have done, and that what they have done carried not the slightest hint of an intent to offend you.  In truth, as humans you are very like them.  Yes, you have grown into mature, adult humans, but in the larger scheme of things, in contrast to Reality, you too are Holy Innocents.

You are playing your games within the illusion.  You are learning from them, and you continue, at a deep level within yourselves, to keep on renewing the intent to learn from the errors that you make, of whatever kind, and to behave ever more lovingly to all with whom you interact.  As humans you do need to do this, it is part of the game, and part of the awakening process, but in Truth you have never separated from your divine Source.  Separation is an unreal state that you have imagined, and to which you cling as you try to differentiate yourselves from others you judge as good or bad, right or wrong, more beautiful or less beautiful – making endless meaningless comparisons and judgments of God’s holy and beloved children – in desperate attempts to crush or deny your own totally invalidfeelings of inadequacy or worthlessness.

The result is that you do feel separate, alone, frightened, in constant danger, and many of you focus intensely on all that could arise to hurt or destroy you, thus effectively bringing into your human lives all that you fear!  Let go of fear, but don’t jump off a cliff to prove that you are fearless.  Be loving with yourselves and with others and enjoy the peace and contentment that that way of living offers you.

God’s infinite Love for you surrounds you in every moment.  You are Love, as is He, so therefore you yourself must be constantly enveloped in the field of Love in which all is lovingly and eternally embraced.  All that you have to do is open your hearts to receive and accept the infinite Love within which you are held eternally safe.  It is always there, and you have the choice either to be aware and welcome It’s embrace, or to deny It by refusing to love the Love residing within you – the first step to loving all that God creates – and thus seemingly place a veil or cloak between you and It.  That obstruction is but a very frail, diaphanous, inconsequential cloud of smoke or mist – however you choose to imagine it or name it – except when you intend to be aware of it instead of the infinite field of Love that envelops you.  Then it seems to you that Love, God, is inaccessible, unavailable, in fact far removed from where you imagine yourselves to be, maybe separated from Him by an unbridgeable gulf, by an impenetrable forest, or by billions of galaxies.

And yet, God is always closer to you than you are yourself!  So close that you are forever looking beyond or through Him, seeking Him where He is not – out there!  But, as you have so often been told there is no out there, there is only here, immediately in the Presence of your loving Source, Mother/Father, God, infinite loving Wisdom, All That Is, and That always has to include you.  You would be incomplete without God, and God would be incomplete without you.  But for God to lack anything is impossible, therefore you are eternally safely at Home within Him, and have just temporarily shut off your awareness of this your natural and most joyful state. So, to reiterate what you have been told in many channeled messages, and by many saints and mystics: It is essential that you go within daily, to that holy and Love-filled sanctuary of inner peace, and rest awhile to renew and re-energize yourselves.

Your loving brother, Jesus.


Jesus through John

Guidance from an elder brother

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You can find me at https://johnsmallman2.wordpress.com

I have been taking dictation from my friend Saul since 1995 (see my other blog:http://johnsmallman.wordpress.com).  A few months ago I began to feel intuitively that Jesus wanted to channel through me, but felt skeptical — many people have channeled him — why would he want another channel.  Anyhow I sat down with my pen and asked him:

Good afternoon dear Jesus. Thank you for your human life in which you demonstrated love, acceptance, and forgiveness. Thanks also for “A Course in Miracles”; reading it is an ongoing, uplifting, and most supportive experience.

Did I imagine that you spoke to me a few weeks ago asking me to take dictation? Was it my own (egoic!) inspirational, intuitive idea, or truly a message from you?  You did tell Helen Schucman (scribe for “A Course in Miracles”) that you always respond to those who call on you.  Did I call on you?  Or did you call on me?  Or neither?  Anyway why would you want to talk to me?  There are many others who could hear you better and take dictation more easily.  Anyhow, if you do want me to listen and take dictation, then I am willing, and greatly honored.  So, speak to me and I will write.  If my intuition was wrong then please forgive my call.

With love, John.

Of course I want to talk to you, John, I want to talk to anyone who will listen to me. You are all my brothers and sisters, I love you all dearly, and it is my joyful task to help you to awaken. Listen carefully, take your time – we have plenty – and write what you “hear”. You will find it easy.

Your loving brother, Jesus.


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Embracing this Divine Human Journey

 


JoannaUniversalChamber2016JuneJoanna L. Ross was born and raised in Victoria, British Columbia Canada. At a very early age, she was infinitely inspired by life around her. A series of soul wrenching dreams was the catalyst to understanding her innate psychic abilities. Profound synchronistic events followed her desire to understand the realms that she would peek into when she was prescribed meditation. This marked the beginning of an infinite path of being a student to the Universe.Joanna’s primary passion and life expression is to first be a student of creation. In utter gratitude, she is inspired to shared, educate, and enlighten those who desire to understand ascension, universal laws, and our great universal family within the cosmos. Joanna, a passionate Public Speaker, Esoteric Teacher, Intuitive Visionary, Author, and Ambassador for New Earth is here to tap into the vibrational frequency of the 5th dimensional new earth. In these incredibly accelerating times, our collective, our planet, is moving through a never before experienced ascension, which in turn, offers the potentials for humanity to move from a lower 3rd dimensional frequency, to a 5th dimensional light quotient.


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Before we met Joanna I was 9 months into dealing with an unknown illness that was making me weaker by the day and led to the loss of my ability to work 2 jobs and run my own pet sitting company. To say the least, it was a time of upheaval in my personal and professional life. Jamie had some exciting things going on with the growth of his passion on his AwakeningOurTruth Youtube channel and he was in need of some guidance of his own. She gave Jamie and I a 90 minute reading and it was the first time I spoke with Joanna. Without even knowing anything about my life she pinpointed several things to incredible accuracy in my past, present, and future. She predicted the medical surgery I would undergo just 2 months later. I honestly didn’t really believe in what she said about my future until it happened and I looked back.  She also “knew” about the secret mountain getaway I was planning for Jamie to such accuracy that I was afraid she would give away my surprise to him! I had told nobody about this trip and it was a confirmation for me that even though I was sick, it was truly needed. On that trip is when I received news from my Dr that I didn’t expect to hear and it would end up being the restful time Jamie and I needed together before I was hospitalized. But, more than the intuitive knowledge she had about us and our lives, she provided us with healing energy and uplifting insight into what would become the scariest and most difficult time in our lives (I underwent thoracic lung surgery). I’m now a year past that time in our lives and we are unfolding into something new and exciting.
To this day Joanna continues to be a light shining bright in our lives and we are forever changed by that first reading with her. I can’t express to you the profound insight that you will gain from a healing reading with Joanna. You’ll have to see for yourself!

With infinite love and gratitude, Shannon

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Building Union (part 5)

Building Union (part 5)

by Sister Pam

I am sharing this with you my dear brothers from the silver shores of this virgin world. I call it Eden. Father whispered the name to me. I do not remember much of how I got here or where I come from but my heart remembers you, my dear brothers. I remember falling and landing beside another being; a beautiful jewel, a singing Bird curious and joyful. Her name is Eve. She is unstoppable, incredibly energetic. She walks this world all day, discovers its fauna, its flora and transforms all she finds into something useful. She found this place where we camp at the edge of the fruitful forest, the rich golden fields and the silver beaches near an endless ocean. In this place we are abundant. She moves around followed by her curious creature friends cooking us delicious foods from the forest or the water, making jewels from the shells, learning about the use of local plants. She made me these parchments and this ink I can write you with. I have to admit I have not been the best of partners. At first, I built us a shelter at the edge of the forest with a view on the crashing waves. Now I mostly sit and look at the horizon in silence. As the days and nights go by I realize something is missing. I miss the brothers I don’t remember. Somehow, with all these beauties surrounding me and the joy I experience being with Eve, I realize a part of me is missing yet it is dancing and singing and stringing pearls next to me.

One day, I was up before the dawn and ready to leave on my own expedition. If I was going to be here longer, better I learned more about this world. I planned on going north past the golden fields toward the tall, grey, snowy mountains. I said goodbye to the Princess. I call her that because it is clear to me that she is royalty. She cares for the welfare of everyone and everything she comes in contact with. She smiles when I call her that.

I walked North on the beach to avoid the heat of the Golden fields. It’s becoming more rocky as I lose sight of the forest and the camp. I climbed the cliff back to the land when the beach became a sharp, rocky field at the feet of an increasingly abrupt cliff where violent waves came crashing. I sat there by the cliff and slept I think, lulled into unconsciousness by the song of the water. It was night when I opened my eyes again. The moon was full overhead and the land was lit by blue light. I could see as clearly as if it was day. I sat and next to me was a tall and magnificent black bird of prey. It was eating fishes and sometimes stopping to look at me. It made me feel alive. I felt more happy than I felt since I got here. This presence was familiar. When it was finished with its dinner, it spread its wings and jump off the cliff. I stood up as I saw it soaring up high above me and heading, like I, for the mountain’s peak. I walked and climbed without rest. This place was immensely peaceful and silent. There was no plants, no creatures just bare rocks whispering among themselves and with the wind who was King up there. I reached the summit by the end of the next day. I sat smiling and satisfied at last, like I had found myself again. My hunter friend was circling overhead and finally landed near me. He had followed me in my ascend, guiding me and encouraging me with its cry. Now we were together again though I wish I had also wings to soar above this world in his company. From my perch, I could see the golden fields, the dense forest, a vast plain and black mountains much farther south. The ocean is lying east from these mountains to those mountains with a short portion of the coast being my comfortable beach. I did not see any sign of a civilization. Although I thought I saw small lights flickering on those dark black mountains on the other side of the world. I decided I was going to spend a couple of days and hoped to see my Father; I had some questions to ask him.

The moon turned black when I lit a fire on the last night I would spend on this peak. The feeling of fulfillment had passed and I was thinking about being with Eve again. On that night I saw a somewhat familiar face in the flames. It was not my Father but his eyes were also old and wise. He called me the man from the stars. He told me he lived on this world before the fields grew, before the forest grew, when all was barren rocks and lava. He told me of his mate and their numerous children and about the power they hold and are sharing with us through the land. He said he already met the woman from the stars he called his sister. He said that she would build this world into a Paradise and that I was to support her, protect and defend her creation. I do not remember falling asleep that night, only that I was standing at the edge at daybreak staring at an incredibly massive wooden boat in the distance heading for our beach.

I got really excited about this new development of my adventure. I climbed down the mountain much faster than I climbed up. I think I ran most of the way in a straight line through the searing heat of the golden fields to the edge of the forest. I stood near the beach just out of sight to have a good look at what was happening. By the time I got there, people were gathered on the beach. Hundreds of people. And animals. Eve was radiating joy in helping organizing new settlements for the travelers. We all would share the beach for a time until the Elders among their people would agree on a site to build their village, they said. I joined them at dusk when many fires were lit and people settled in, lying everywhere on the beach. There was a circle of Elders around a bonfire with Eve among them. I walked toward her, from behind so the Elders would see me first. I guess I had a straight face maybe a little intimidating because I felt some of them were scared by my presence. Eve looked back straight into my eyes and I smiled. I touched her shoulder and stood there by her side. They were just telling her about their skills at building houses. They were saying they knew how to make mud into bricks and bricks into walls. They were all very excited and were already talking about how great this village would be.

I did not stay with the Elders very long that night, I do not enjoy politics as Eve seems to be. I walked among the groups and listened. They had instruments and were playing beautiful music. Children were singing with their mothers and sisters. They were all family. They were weaving and braiding colourful cloth and playing dice or cards. I could feel they were very relieved to be here. I could feel it costed them much. I only know they escaped the heavy rains that covered their land until nothing was left but the Sea. And so the next day began the search for the perfect site for the village. The Elders were very impressed with the golden fields and the forest and the search only took a few hours. The Elders agreed, as Eve and I did, that the village would be built between the forest’s shadow and the bountiful fields. They started working immediately. The men started digging the ground, deep in a circle. The women brought water buckets they emptied in the well until it became a muddy hole where some would stand with mud up to their knees, filling buckets with it, that the others would pull up, mix with straw from the fields and moulded in wooden caskets. The heat dried the red bricks until there was enough for them to build an oven. Days and nights passed with people working on building bricks, cooking them in the oven and building the foundations for their village. I cut wheat to help and filled the buckets with mud down the hole but I did not speak much with our new neighbours. I almost missed the silence. Until one day there was enough houses for the first families to move in. Then streets were built and then new districts until everyone had a house. I did not see much of Eve during the construction. She was involved with the plans, the management and the administration of this project. She became an Elder among them. Just like that.

Finally, there was not much left to do and the beach was mine again. I would share it from time to time with young men fishing and children running around. One day, before dusk, the Elders gathered by the beach and invited me to follow them. Them and Eve lead me into the forest where they had built an Arch from the keel of their boat in commemoration of all that they had left behind. They each in turn drew faces and wrote names with muddy ink in a solemn ceremony lit by torches. Eve and I stood silent holding hands knowing this was also a funeral for those they had lost. When all Elders were ready, we left the cover of the trees in an official visit of Union, that is what they had called their new village. Everyone was waving at me from their Windows or standing in their doorway. There was flowers growing on the side of the streets, they had done incredible work. The more I walked through the village, the more the buildings became complex and artistic. The crowd stopped at the end of a street to a circular common area, a public place where more people were gathered around a beautiful house bigger than the others. They called it the Governor’s House. Eve then took my hand with a shining smile and pulled me forward out of the crowd and closer to the house. She said it was ours. She said they had built it for us with all the knowledge and experience they gained from building the rest. She said it was their masterpiece. It was. I felt humbled and thought of my camp by the beach. I looked at the crowd and at the Elders, waved and smiled. I shouted: “Thank you, I am honoured. Long live Union, long live your people.” The crowd went wild and threw flower petals in the air. A great celebration started that night and lasted three days and three nights under the Bright Sun and the Full Moon. Eve pulled me closer and whispered that it was our people now. We did not partake in the village celebrations. We stayed in to discover all parts of our new home, of our new life.

Told by Michael


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I am Sister Pam, I pray God will unite us in joy and laughter. Oh! and, I can’t wait to see you in your own good time.

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