If you can Lisa, then get someone to read this to you. It is just my ramblings, but I hope they give a minutes mental rest. Blessings and peace to you. Listen to the silence and be glad in what she has to tell you*
(This is also an explanation of what I see.
We all have that special friend which only the rare soul can see. That is because while we are here on earth we get lazy and rely on our 5 senses for everything. This is not good because if we do live to any kind of older age (and some while young), we miss out on those who journey with us from the higher unseen 'heavens'.
I was lucky in one respect, and probably because they knew that my life would be a hard one (as I am an unusual loving one). As a wee one I could close my eyes and still see. I can see many things that are not there as for everyone else, but I can also see most of everything around me. It is a little like remote viewing, but on a closer more intimate level connected within me.
Before sleep or early in the morning before I get up, I can see what I like to think of as God's (or Goddess's) ethereal river. That is not imagination as there is nothing bad flowing in it and imagination can go either way.
There are colors and waves and sparkles of the softest kind. All a person has to do is 'let go'. You 'see'... God leaves the light on for us in times of either darkness of our world or darkness within our own spirits. Keeping your eyes closed or if you have become blind to disease, watch with abandonment of self. Stare at the back of your eyelids. You will when you are in-tuned to the moment when you notice the softness of dim light or color. Mine is healing so I see color clouds of the cool spectrum...blue, purple and rare moments green from our heart*. Our heart is where the key to our treasure is hidden. Beside that,
the blue and purple seem to be healing of spirit.
I can take this same method out of doors to a separate perspective...one of the warm zone (color wise). That is where the 'doves' are (as I like to think of them. It is energy that is very actively vibrating like almost microscopic bright white doves of light in numbers too great to count. This is also where we can utilize other senses that we may have forgotten. They take me to mental places I can only describe as 'home'. Do not confuse this with the white light method as that is something else entirely.
I digress...
It has been unseasonably cooler this spring. The sun seems extra bright because so much of nature has reborn in vibrant glory. I smell mimosa on the high breeze swimming in varying colors of pink (from soft-soft to vibrant bright). The air is dancing in glory to the songs of many birds from all around...rejoicing in the this new morning. The air breaths in fresh to my lungs while feeding my spirit which at times is so desperate for healing. Like a gentle reassuring hand I am loved and protected as light bathes me in richness and glory. I am one with all that is good.
I love you Lisa.
ALways your friend,
Stephanie
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