“You Are Loved”

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

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6 thoughts on ““You Are Loved””

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

Catherine says:

November 11, 2016 at 10:25 am

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

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