“We are ecstatic to work with you today,” her spirit team announced. A dozen spiritual guides gathered together to greet her. The spirit team split apart and stepped back to allow God’s enormous hand to gently greet her from the heavens, stopping and resting his palm up in front of her.

“Love,” God whispered as he stood next to her, hovering a few inches above the calm water of the lake, “we stand here today with some decisions to make.” 

She had been seeking answers, desperate for signs from the Universe.

God handed her a book as he walked by her. She started reading the book but put it down after Chapter 2.

Resting on the palm of God’s large outstretched hand were tiny orbs of yellow light, “Sunshine,” he whispered to my heart, stacked in a golden pyramid. “For her pockets,” God spoke gently to my soul. 

The tiniest fairy whizzed by my ear. I had just entered the Diamond ready to explore. The fairy was miniscule compared to me, almost invisible to my human eyes but it’s energy was large and powerful.

Sitting on a grassy hillside, she was next to God, who was in the middle of explaining the images projected in the night sky. Surrounded by twinkling stars, vignettes of her life projected on the canvas of the heavens like a slideshow.

“My love,” God said to her, sitting next to her on a hillside as they were watching a small lazy river flow by, “you will face many challenges in your life.”

"Dear Healer," the letter began, the words were written on a vintage piece of parchment. I reached down to hold the paper in my hand and could feel that it was not paper but …

This guided meditation is designed to help you feel the presence of angels and embrace the healing energy of divine light. Allow yourself to be carried and supported as you walk your path, encompassed in God's golden healing energy.

“My love,” God said quietly, “invite others to join you on the Golden throne.”

In God's office he was picking up items preparing to leave, “Love, follow me,” he said as he walked out the door. He was carrying a pack, an empty book, and a handful of hand tools. 

“That must have been scary.” I reflected to the young girl as she had just explained all that she had witnessed and been through as a child. 

“Well,” she quietly thought about her experience, “My family was sad and I didn’t understand why. I just wanted to love them by not being a problem.”

She stood at the edge of the cliff arms wide open inviting the breeze to hold her. Peering at the stunning panoramic view in front of her, a sheer drop off at her feet, she whispered to the wind, “I’m afraid.” 

She was standing in a grassy meadow next to a wooden fence fidgeting with a top of one of the pieces of grass between her fingers. The fence was country style with two horizontal wood boards between each post. She slowly walked through the meadow along the fence, her attention lost in her thoughts.

Standing at a black wrought iron fence, her hands gripped the bars while she stared longingly through two spires at the flower garden. 

She was standing in the flower garden, amazed at the abundance of flowers around her. They stretched out into the distance, as far as her eyes could see. They were a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors—gorgeous as a whole. She was overwhelmed with the beauty of the scenery and the magic she felt from the field of flowers.

She desperately wanted to deepen her connection to God. She had read every devotional she owned, studied her notes from bible study, asked her pastor for advice and did everything he had recommended she do and still, she felt so far away.

She was sitting on a white marble bench receiving a gift from an Archangel when God appeared in a flash of white light. She looked up to see he was walking toward her.

She was standing with her arms wide open in the middle of the heavens, God next to her, his hand held up in front of her chest. His hand was glowing a bright golden white as if he was using the energy to listen to her heart. 

God held out his hand palm up as he walked toward her. 

She was afraid she was not able to give God what he might ask of her. A sphere of bright white light appeared floating above his palm.

God stood at a glass pane window with white cloth in his hand. “Do you desire to have a deeper connection with spirit?” he asked her. 

She was a struggling woman; heart broken, passion extinguished, love craving, faith seeking woman. She gently nodded her head up and down.