Cosmic Nanny

During my encounter with Spirit of Compassion,  I asked him what it was like to be ‘dead’ or have transitioned into a higher spiritual dimension; to be a "Spirit" like him. He asked if I had ever done a future-life-progression, which I hadn’t heard of, so I asked him if he’d ever done one. He thought that was funny.  He told me that when I go to live with my Grandmother in her house in the Midwest, I should read my friend Sophy’s book (Sophy Burnham),  The Book on Angels.  And in her chapter in which she describes her experience with a Past Life Regression she also experiences what he called a “Future Life Progression.” He said this is the best written example of what it is like to be Spirit. Again, I was confused. Go live with my Grandmother? In the Midwest? We moved to California when I was a baby and I had lived there ever since. I had had dalliances living in New York and Europe but had never considered moving to the Midwest. I was a SoCal girl and though the Mid...

  “Mariam,” the Monk said with great awe and reverence as he moved towards my left. I looked but was blinded by incredible light. I had to avert my eyes. I could still feel the light radiating through me. “What?” I said, confused that he had so abruptly stopped speaking to me.  “Not ‘what’, ‘who.’ Her name is Mariam, but you know her as Mary.”   It was like looking into the sun.  “I don’t see anything,” I said, still straining with stunned eyes to see past the white brilliance radiating from the area Spirit indicated Mary was. But he was no longer focused on me. She was speaking to him and he gazed at her with apt admiration and devoted awe as she told him to tell me to not to try to look and that it was urgent that they tell me about my cousin, who was in contact with dangerous spirits and I needed to reach out to him and help him.  “You don’t have to repeat what she said, I can hear you,” I said a bit sullenly, feeling like a frustrated child who grownups are ...

I find I have been avoiding my mission. I often think it is because I want a normal life: a good career, a home, a partner, children. But when I look into my heart of hearts I know this isn’t so. I don’t want the cookie cutter life anymore. I did for a long time, especially when I was pursuing an acting career. My mentality has changed and I no longer desire to be what others want me to be. Perhaps being free of those shackles and blinking up at the dazzling light as I emerge from a cave of my own making I feel free… and lost. Overwhelmed by the expansive embrace of the unknown and incredible potential. It moves me to tears. Tears of great joy which terrify me and make it hard to function in the secular world where bills need to be paid and responsibilities honored. And yet the greatest responsibility is the one I irrationally fear and ridiculously avoid;  to teach The Way as I was instructed by Jesus.  I let myself become distracted by my need for validation through the care ...