Letters from Camp #5

pinkskylightbeamsCredit Where Credit is Due

For over two decades, I have been interacting with my guides. Some of them I knew by name, some of them I did not. Their energies are familiar to me, and I am always grateful for their presence in my life. I recently learned who was who, and who did what. I’d had a general sense of this before, but now I’ve been given a model close to what I was familiar with, that dovetailed perfectly with my life experiences.

So now, I can officially give credit to my beloved Companions in Spirit where the credit is properly due:

My Protector (aka the Bouncer). I first met this being in the living room of my house when I began this part of my spiritual journey over two decades ago. I found myself – led by Spirit – at the home of an acquaintance who had some Native American guests visiting. I was invited to partake in a People’s Pipe ceremony with the wife while the husband watched from a distance. I do not know the purpose of it to this day, but I did have an interesting experience. I was very intent on following the lead of the woman during our time together, and when I was holding the pipe myself – anticipating some profound experience – I heard clearly in my head: “Go home and sit in the (channelling) chair.” That was it. I finished the ceremony, and took my leave of the people.

When I went home, I did as I’d been guided and sat in the chair where many of the first  lessons were received. Almost immediately, a Native American man dressed in white buckskins with a white wolf pelt over his right shoulder and a golden eagle perched on his left forearm appeared in my inner vision. He was large, muscular with piercing eyes and long jet black hair flowing loose down his back except for one braided section. He identified himself as Medicine Eagle, and called me by my true name. It brought tears to my eyes. He said he had some things to show me. He reached out his hand, I took it, and we walked down a path.

He explained that we’d had a lifetime together as Native Americans but that we had gotten distracted from our reason for incarnating. This time, we decided that I would come into form and that he would stay on the other side of the veil so that we could accomplish our purpose. It has to do with helping those who carry in their hearts the desire to return home no matter their situation or circumstances.

From time to time over the years, I have been very aware of his presence, and always it was when it was time to do something connected with our purpose. Generally, I always felt he was there, but watching. Now I know he is my Protector.

My most recent experience when I felt he was responsible for keeping me safe, perhaps even keeping me alive, was in late October of this year. I was on a short trip with a friend who’d come along to help me out. I am usually tired after the weekend activities, and my friend often drives. I woke up early that Sunday morning with a feeling I needed to drive, at least until we got out of the city. As we loaded the car, I told her that. She immediately agreed, and hopped into the passenger seat.

We set out. Traffic wasn’t bad, and we were coming up on the interchange that would require a left-hand exit (two lanes) from the north-south freeway onto the east-west freeway. It was cramped, with narrower lanes due to construction in the area. I had concrete barriers to my left as I was in the far left lane. There was a semi truck in the lane right next to me, and I tend to give some room there so the trailer, if it drifts as the truck goes around the left-turning curve, won’t crowd me. I dropped back about two car lengths.

When I did, the black Suburban that was next to me decided to pass the truck. He did not put on a turn signal, he just began to come over into our lane. (We must have been in his blind spot.) I’m glad he didn’t make a sudden lane change. We would not have had anywhere to go to avoid a collision. I saw him drifting into our lane, and a calmness came over me. I felt as if I were watching both the truck coming towards our car on the right and the distance between our car and the cement barriers to my left. I heard: ‘Just drift with him,’ so with my right hand, I drifted while I laid on the horn with my left hand.

My friend watched out the passenger window. Though it only lasted a few seconds, time really was distorted in that moment. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and I just hoped he would see us, or hear the horn, before there was no more room to maneuver. The semi trailer did drift a bit into my lane, but I chose to speed up a little so he could see us. The car came close, but seemed to not get any closer than a few inches from us. It was as if there was an invisible cushion between the two vehicles.

He, startled, immediately fell back behind the semi truck.

The shaking didn’t start until after the danger had passed. When my friend and I talked about what had just happened, I told her I’d awakened with the sense I needed to drive. She replied that she’d had the feeling she wasn’t supposed to drive, but didn’t want to say anything because I’d asked her to be ready to fill in for part of the trip. I pointed out that there was a lesson in there for her, as well. At least voice the feeling and let things go from there. Keeping silent, if I hadn’t followed that little nudge I’d been given, could have caused this story to have a very different ending.

Before my trip to Camp, I might have said that it was Spirit, the angels, that helped us out of that sticky situation. Now I am giving credit where the credit is due: I thank my beloved Medicine Eagle for keeping me safe as I do my part to help us get it right this time. I have more days on Earth to continue the work, thanks to his intervention.

The next Letter will continue this part of the story. There are other Spirit helpers to properly thank.

May Light always surround you.

All original material posted to this site is (c)2016 – , Julia Marie. All rights reserved.

Letters from Camp #4

beamsinfogNever Too Late to Start

I prayed about whether I was being guided to commit to a training program that most likely would take years to complete. After all, I’m not feeling too much like a Spring chicken these days. Bones creak. I grunt when I get out of the car after driving for a few hours, and it takes me a few steps to loosen back up.

But I am feeling strongly impressed to start walking down this road, and being one who knows that Spirit – my Spirit Guides in particular – understand better than my little personality-Self what is for my highest and greatest good. With a heavy sigh, I make arrangements to attend my first week-long Seminary.

The sigh is not for the information I may glean from the classes, it is for the time and effort it will take to get ready for the trip: the planning, the packing, the loading, the driving, the unloading, the change in time zones, the sleep pattern disruptions…It is really going to take me out of my routine, and so – though I won’t like it very much – it is probably about time for a little routine-disrupting. I learned a few decades ago that the more I can vary my routine, the less likely I am to fall into the density of the consensus reality most people live in.

This time around, I give myself ample time to properly prepare, and this relieves a lot of the stress I sometimes feel when getting ready for a road trip. Fast forward to the week of classes. I am sitting in a class, and somehow the conversation turns to learning, and how when we commit to mediumship, we are best served by continuing to study to improve our knowledge through education and training whenever possible. The message was: there is always more to learn.

An older man is sitting in the class. I notice him because he obviously has more miles on his physical vehicle than I do. He listens intently, and makes the comment that sometimes he wonders if his continued efforts even matter due to his advanced age. The teacher responds by saying that someone once told her that they continue to study not for advancement in THIS life, but in preparation for the NEXT one.

Though this comment was directed at him, it resonated deeply with me, as well. I know now that I will never be too old to be learning about Spirit and the things of Spirit. It is NOT in vain, because it is not for this life,but rather the next, for indeed my Soul is eternal even though this body may not be. Thank you, dear man, for asking that question. I very much needed to hear that message, too. And isn’t that how Spirit works after all? We will all get what we need, even when we don’t know we need it!

Always listen to your heart. The wisdom of your heart is the connection to your authentic power – the true home of your Spirit.                                                                ~Angie Karan

All original material posted to this site is (c) 2016 – Julia Marie. All rights reserved.

My Best Mother’s Day Gift Ever

It’s Mother’s Day, and children of all ages all around the world are giving their mothers gifts. When I stopped at the store today, the people in the floral department could barely keep up with demand, filling the buckets as quickly as they were emptied by sons and daughters buying flowers for their mothers.

BouquetSo, mothers, what is your favorite Mother’s Day gift? I’ll start. I went for a short walk with my adult daughter this morning. I noticed something different about how she moved. Her arms moved in opposition to her feet, and my heart  filled with joy. I received two gifts this Mother’s Day: I am with my daughter. I saw my child walk like everyone else.

Without going into the details of why this is so significant, just know that it is, and that it is the greatest gift a mother could ever receive, because it comes wrapped in hope for a bright, beautiful future for her. And isn’t that what all mothers wish for their children?

All original material posted to this site is (c) 2016-, Julia Marie. All rights reserved.

I think that the best thing we can do for our children is to allow them to do things for themselves, allow them to be strong, allow them to experience life on their own terms…let them be better people, let them believe more in themselves. ~C. JoyBell C.

New Year’s Eve Ruminations

The year is finally wrapped up. Looking back, I acknowledge the mistakes I made along the way.As a matter of fact, I am sure I have wronged, disappointed, been impatient, a little insecure, a bit out of control and at times perhaps even hard to deal with.

My prayer is that you forgive me and continue to bear with me as I work upon improving myself in the coming year. I may not have been the best of friend or most supportive person, but I will continue to seek Enlightenment and Wisdom.

I know that each year’s regrets are but the delicate envelopes in which the messages of hope for the New Year are found. I will take this moment, as I stand in the gap between the year just passing and the year yet to be born, to embrace the fullness of what is.

I breathe deeply the potential of what lies ahead, and I give thanks.

Happy New Year, world.

Unconditional Love For Sale

Photo by: Gerry Kahrmann, Vancouver Sun

Photo by: Gerry Kahrmann, Vancouver Sun

His name is Brice Royer, and earlier this year he posted an ad on Craigslist.

The ad quickly went viral with over 1 million viewers. Brice posted the ad because after he was diagnosed with stomach cancer in 2012, the reality of living with cancer set in and the pain became more severe. He found it more difficult to get up each day. The depression got so bad, he was actually thinking about suicide. It was too much to try to figure out how to successfully take his own life, so he told himself he would endure for just one more minute. And then another. Eventually, he chose to live.

Thinking he’d been handed a death sentence, Royer was inspired to take a vacation.He went to a cottage in North Vancouver for a month and while he was there, he researched the causes of serious illness, and discovered they ranged from toxins in the environment to stress and loneliness.

After much contemplation, he concluded that the root cause of his illness was a lack of love in our society. When he discovered that the healthiest people in the world live in places such as Okinawa, Japan and Ikaria, Greece, and that they have a lifestyle of caring for one another via what they call a gift economy, Royce wanted to experience this where he lives in Vancouver.

“They all have big families and small communities … they give freely and they receive freely. They are isolated from the market economy…and they make things themselves,” he says.

On March 12, 2015, he posted the following ad:

Hello, I am selling unconditional love for $0. Infinite square feet lot. Includes refreshing air, sunshine, the Earth, beautiful mountains and the ocean. A stunning ‘classic’ heritage made 4.5 billion years ago.

Address: Earth, Solar System, Milky Way.

Available now to serious buyers. Perfect for the first-time buyer and experienced investors feeling empty and trapped with stress and pressure to maximize Return on Investment because of family and stakeholders’ expectation.

HISTORY: I received it a long time ago when I was born. I received the gift of life from my parents, the sun, the water, the Earth, the air, a smile, a hug, a helping hand, without being asked anything in return. I didn’t earn any of them. They belong to the public domain, the commons, ‘Mother Earth’ or God, if you’re religious.

At some point, my ancestors were afraid and decided to own land that once belonged to everyone, sell services that were once freely given, and even own humans through debt. Since it was claimed or stolen by those who made the laws themselves with a series of ‘legitimate’ transfers, than any law that enforces private ownership is perpetuating a crime. Not all laws are morally just. Only recently, slavery was legal and women weren’t allowed to vote. Why pay for something that was stolen from you? They made a mistake. I’m sorry. Let’s start fresh with this new sale.

Although I am only one human and my time and resources are limited, my soul and the intention of love is eternal, and so is yours…and I would like us to share that experience.

PAYMENT: I don’t accept cheques or mortgage payments, only cash payments of $0. You are also welcome to re-sell it for $0. But I must warn you…it will multiply once you do.

Royce discovered that when he started giving unconditional love to strangers, gifts came back to help him, often in unexpected ways. Some of the projects he has been involved with include paying someone else’s rent for a year (even though he is currently living with his fiancée’s family) or paying a war veteran’s dentist to remove the dental amalgam fillings from her teeth that were making her sick so that she could better care for her autistic son.

Royce can only eat a few foods without getting severe headaches, rashes, heart palpitations and other symptoms. Carrots are one of those foods, and after he posted the ad, people all over the world started posting pictures of themselves with carrots to show their support. A Surrey farmer who grows food for the hungry offered Royer as many carrots as he needed before the two ever met in person.

When Francesca Murray, a homeless single mother, read the ad, she was inspired by his positive attitude and willingness to serve others. Via Facebook, she offered to come to Vancouver and help by cooking for him. Royer was so moved by her gesture, he set up a fundraiser site hoping to raise $100- to provide a two-month supply of vegetable deliveries for Murray and her young daughter. The goal was far exceeded, raising $2000- which allowed them to provide 250 meals to the women living in Francesca’s shelter.

The Power of Unconditional Love

The Power of Unconditional Love (Royer in the center, Francesca on the right).

Royer later learned that Murray’s time in the shelter ends in February 2016. She and her daughter will have to leave, whether they have somewhere to go or not. Royer and his friends are now looking for a way to find permanent housing for Murray and her daughter. They have started a new fundraising site with the goal of raising $25,000 in order to build Murray and her daughter a sustainable tiny home (for $20,000) and provide her with $5000- to cover her short-term living expenses until the house is ready. They want to reach this goal by December 25th. (In the few hours’ time it took me to write this article, the site has  raised almost $1000- dollars towards their goal.)

The greatest hope for our collective future is our humanity, that thing that stirs inside us that moves us to reach out to help another. When we share what we have, especially when that isn’t much, this Spirit multiplies exponentially.

This reminds me of the parable of the Widow’s Mite. For those of you who are not familiar with the story in Mark 12:42, Jesus and the disciples are present at the temple where the offerings were made. A poor widow put two small copper coins equal in value to a farthing in the basket while the wealthy were throwing in large amounts. Jesus comments on this to his disciples, and conveys the message that the widow’s gift was all she had, while the wealthy were giving offerings of no critical consequence to their lives despite the fact the amounts were considerably larger.

You are Loved...

                           You are Loved…

A homeless woman shares what she has with other homeless women. A seriously ill young man is moved to help others as part of his healing process. Both are enriched by their generosity. Spirit responds to our intention with incredible swiftness these days. There is something of powerful goodness building in our collective consciousness: an awareness of just how rich the Field of Plenty is, especially when we open our hearts without expectation of a return and give without hesitation.

I’m going to be a part of this one.

If you are moved to buy some unconditional love at $0., consider paying it forward here. One of Royer’s friends said it best: “By helping one person, we are helping all humanity.”

                                                                 A Generous Soul

You have not lived today until you have done something for something for someone who can never repay you. ~John Bunyan

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Giving Thanks – Be Grateful for Every Day

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I give thanks for the opportunity to serve in each moment as God would see fit to use me.   I give thanks for all those who see the Truth of Me. I give thanks for the sun that rises, for … Continue reading