I am digging at the resistance that comes up in my life. I have struggled in my religion for a long time. I was raised by nice parents that were raised this same way. I didn’t know different until I started to see that others did not go to church or celebrated Christmas with Santa and had Easter bunny egg hunts. I don’t care about those things and don’t think I missed out. It isn’t like my mother tackled the dressed up Santa at the local hardware store and refused to let me get a candy cane from him. There was just a tradition of church in all that we did. Early morning Easter mass to get our basket of food blessed or late night Christmas Eve mass. I found it harder when I was young that I didn’t receive much for gifts and was so lucky that an Aunt would always get me a little fun craft to open. I felt embarrassed to tell my friends after the New Year what little I got after hearing all about their huge piles of toys and clothes. I could have mentioned that I was going to heaven and their toys along with them were going into hell, but it would have killed the game of tag we were about to play. Seriously, I honestly didn’t think of them but of myself. It made me realize that we were different and I wasn’t sure if it was good or not. Continue reading
I chose some cards today for myself and all 3 had the same message that angels were around me. Support, Listen and Archangel Michael. I am supported by the angels, and the messages I am receiving are real that are coming from the Divine and to speak more openly to Archangel Michael that he will take on my burdens. I have received the Archangel Michael card many times. I don’t barely speak to humans about my struggles let alone an angel connected to God. But, every time I get the card I make the attempt to speak with him. You know the first thing I think is that he wouldn’t want to hear about my human worries and then I don’t know much else to say. Continue reading
I leaned forward.
He leaned toward me.
“I see broken people.”
Bruce Willis looked so shocked by this.
“I see broken people.” I repeated.
“Am I broken?” he asked.
“We all are.”
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