Some days the newsletter takes hours for me to write. The angel message is easy. Mine is the one that takes time. I wonder, at times, how I can say something meaningful after writing over 900 newsletters in the last 18 years. However, as soon as I drop into my heart, re-read the angels’ message, and wait, something comes to mind.
This week the angels’ sentence, “You could bring the dead to life and the emotionally dead to love if you could do this strongly enough from a place of knowing the light within yourself as well,” brings to mind an incident that happened a few weeks ago. I’m not sure if the little one I brought back to life was actually dead or merely comatose, but it does illustrate the power of love.
I was hobbling around with my broken toe when the sudden impulse to go out to the pool hit me. I know what that means. Some bug or other critter has fallen in, and wants help out. It never fails. Sure enough there was a sweet little bumblebee floating sideways, wings soaked, and not moving in the chilly water. By the time I got outdoors and saw him, he looked nearly gone. I fished him out, but he wasn’t moving. I feared he was dead. Oddly enough I had just been praying to strengthen my ability to help others in miraculous healing. Here was an opportunity to assist…
I scrapped my plans for the evening and sat with the little guy. I put one hand under the net and another above him. For many minutes nothing happened. I felt no energy moving. His little spirit was clearly out of body. I didn’t know if he wanted to stay or go and was too attached to get a clear answer, so I prayed. “Dear God if he is ready to leave, get him into the light. If he wishes to live, then work through me to help him.” My hands started heating up. I felt a fire inside of me that burnt from the center of my belly and flowed out through the palms. With my eyes open I saw blue light glowing around my hands and flowing into the little guy. I stayed still and continued to surrender to the energy. The heat turned off after several minutes. “It is done now,” I heard the angels say. You can go inside and leave him out here. I wasn’t so sure. He still looked dead.
I got out my magnifying glass. He lay with legs splayed out to one side and without movement. His wings were still soaked and stuck to his furry wet body. I sent him love and wished with all my heart he could know how deeply he was cherished and how precious he was in all of creation.
Suddenly he started to move. His legs twitched. I was looking at him through the magnifying lens when suddenly he turned his head and looked at me. I went spontaneously into gaze mode. I felt the Presence of love flowing through me witnessing itself in the form of this tiny bee.
He came to life. He started moving his antennae, cleaning himself off. This went on for some time, yet still there was no flight. He’d move, then get still, move and get still. I finally offered him a rose petal to climb onto so we could get him off the net and placed him on a patio chair surrounded by lavender buds and rose petals. At least he’d be more comfortable!
The angels told me to leave him “bee” and go eat dinner. “Surrender, Ann,” they told me. “Trust.” I know trust is imperative in healing, so I went inside, praying that he not be eaten by the geckos or other natural predators. I was still attached. I surrendered more deeply.
The next morning he lay immobile. I thought he was dead, so I prayed once again. “Dear God if he’s gone give me a sign. If he wants to live, let me know.” My hands started heating up. I aimed them at the bee. I got the magnifying glass out and gazed for him. He looked back, started wiggling and wagging and looked me straight in the eye through the glass. I burst into tears. I had no idea why I was sobbing. I just felt SO much love.
“I love you! I hope you get back to your family…” I cried. He looked at me again, and wagged even more. I knew he would live, fly, go back home, and have a few more precious days of life on this earth. He did take flight after a very long night, and my heart soared right along with him.
I help thousands of people. I teach classes, do readings, do the newsletters, social media, gazing, etc, but my soul knows that in a moment of unabashed pure love with that little bee – with God inside of me looking at God inside of him – there I found purpose, meaning, and another one of the most beautiful moments of my life.
Never, ever feel you are without purpose. In the words of Emily Dickinson:
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Here are a few ways to find purpose in the simplest acts of love….
1. Choose to love and accept yourself
When you catch yourself in an act of self criticism, use your willpower and stop. Shift and acknowledge three positive things about yourself.
You just chose love. You just lived on purpose.
2. Do something mundane with love
Wash the dishes, fold the laundry, cook dinner, drive to work with consciousness and love. Treat the dishes like you are washing the hands of God. Fold the laundry as if you are soothing the clothing of God. Cook dinner as if you have been gifted the ingredients by the Presence of pure love. Thank your car, and bless the drivers on the road.
The simplest acts become profound prayers and offerings of love in this fashion. They matter.
3. Practice a Random Act of Kindness
Leave a flower or a note for a co-worker who seems down. Pay for the next person’s coffee at the drive through, or buy a lottery ticket for a stranger. Hold a door. Say something nice to a stranger on Facebook.
Whenever spirit moves you leave a trail of loving kindness… always making sure you are being kind to yourself as well.
It is easy to look for the big things to bring purpose to life, but the real bliss comes from finding loving purpose in the smaller things, because life is a series of tiny acts, and simple thoughts that can be turned into pure, purposeful, spiritual gold!
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