Preparation

"Nothing can prepare her for what she's about to see."

It's four in the morning on Christmas. I've been up since 2:30, not sure why, I just know it's peaceful, still, and Angela isn't sleeping either. It's been quite a while since I've felt inspired to write in the middle of the night and given myself the permission to do so.

At any given moment, the universe is trying to tell us something. What, always seems to be the question. With a little reflection, the answer will revel itself. The last several days I've found myself surrounded conversations expierences about the veil, opening and using our God given gifts, clarity on physical aliments, and helping people transition from this life to the next. Just to name the most prevalent  The last 4 weeks have been interesting. Since I've put in my 30 day notice, 3/4 of my patients have died, if not more. People I didn't even expect, then I'd run into there loved ones at Wal-Mart, literally almost run into them. I've over heard things such as "his pain is from a different dimension, we can give him all the drugs he wants, but its not in the physical body, it's just manifesting there" from sources which surprise me, like our medical director. I've been reminded of the things I can do outside of the physical plane, like holding thoughts of peace and love and healing and sending that to people affected by tragedy. To allow myself to be a vessel of peace and prayer, doing energy work. As opposed to, getting angry and focusing on whats wrong with the world, and having the courage to express that to others. For the first time since I can remember, when I saw a breaking news  story of 20 children gunned down, I felt it. I grieved for them, and their families. I didn't turn the channel or avoid the conversations; I didn't pretend like it didn't happen because I felt too helpless to do anything. I've noticed repetitive thoughts such as my birth name; how I have denied and hid, and joked about how maybe when I'm 90 I'll let people call me Dorothy. But tonight I laid in bed and thought about how much more comfortable I feel going by it these days, I would even say at work it's a preference. I prefer it, why? Why all of a sudden do I prefer going by the name I have refused to use for years? Maybe it's because it has a stronger energy to it, or because it's easier for customer service to look me up in the computer, or maybe it's because I'm finally ready to be the woman I was born to be.

"Nothing can prepare her for what she's about to see." I heard that this morning, when I woke up at 2:30am and pulled the curtain back to see the moon lighting up the snow covered ground. As if, on a soul level, my higher self was preparing me, but was limited in what it could show me without me being in it. And with that, a knowing-ness that very soon that limit would no longer be there.

With Grace & Gratitude...