Can’t we talk a minute?
I have something to say
My name is Gregory
I am thirteen
And I’m very inventive
You’ll think this is cool
I build things
On this side
I build things
To help others
On your side of the rainbow
That’s what I call it
This bridge between worlds
You there
Me here
On either side of the veil
It’s a mystery
How I can see all things
And you can only see some
But I suppose
From your perspective
Some are better than none
Can you still hear me?
I was talking about the things I build
But I forgot to say what they are
They are bells
Tiny little bells and whistles
Small enough to tuck in peoples ears
Like little fluffs of cotton
Like powder
Small as a spec of dust
No one would ever imagine
That something as small as all that
Could. . .
Yes, spirit?
Could hold such a powerful healing energy
Yet, I’m here to tell you
That inside that tiny ball of mist
Lies a truth so profound
That all the wise men and woman
Across history
Would do nothing if not agree with its truth
It’s a voice
This thing I make
It’s a speaker
An amplifier of the minutest proportions
A channel
If you like
Of the voice of God
With one message
That’s all
One message to share
In the softest, warmest whisper
“You are loved,” it shares
Over and over and over
With the gentlest
Soothing tones
“You are loved like no other on this earth
Because you are unique unto yourself
You are loved.”
It wasn’t my idea of course
I’m only a volunteer
Because I know myself to have the hands
That are skilled enough to craft
The spiritual technology
(If you like)
The delicate touch necessary
To create such an instrument
With enough precision to translate the voice of God
Is in my hands
And I gladly give them
Because I know myself
With all my heart
Never mind that I’ve reached such a young age as this
I know already
I mean to say
That no one
Not one living soul
Should ever have the opportunity
To forget this truth
So I remind them
With my tiny bells
And whistles
“You are loved
Each and every day without end”
Can you hear yours?
If not
Let me know
And I’ll turn up the volume
Goodnight
Loved One
Sleep well
Listen to your dreams
They work there, too!
I’ll see you soon
~
© Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings
Yes thank U amen turn up blessings for I am ill but have work to do for God to you touch me amen I would not be here for not Christ
Hello beautiful Anne Marie Terry,
With a gentle heart I ask you to look at the words with which you describe yourself to the universe. When we say out loud, “I am ill.” It can be as though we are reaching out to the universe / Spirit / God / Christ and saying, “This is how I would like to identify myself. I wish to be ‘ill'”. One beautiful gift you can give to yourself is to speak the truth you actually wish for yourself as though it is already your truth. Perhaps something like, “I am praying in gratitude for feeling improvements in my health every day!.” Listen then to the way you speak to yourself and how you identify yourself from with in. Do your best to attach your energy to the good health you seek rather than to the shadow of the health challenges you are feeling. Put energy into the thought of feeling good, rather than the thoughts of feeling ill. I hope this helps as a place of empowerment for you to give a gift to yourself. God will hear you and offer you encouragement and seek to provide that positive feeling you identify with.
I am holding space for improvements to be felt each day. No matter how small they might be, feel all positives with fireworks and a sense of grand celebration!
With love,
Catherine
healing/sharing love <3
Mmmmm. I am right with you on this feeling, Cathy!
Thank you Gregory
He is a channel of Spirits’ love, isn’t he? What an exceptional young spirit. 🙂