Monthly Archives: November 2016

MOORE MIRACLES Begins…

My new website is up and running!

Come on over and take a look, explore, find and

experience moore miracles today!

 

www.MooreMiracles.com

 

Note: This website (www.kristamoore.com) will continue as an archive of my posts and spiritual journey, including new postings. The new website (www.mooremiracles.com) will provide you with my services and online store.

 

Much love!

Krista Moore

Becoming a Channel of Light Part II

Continuing my journey from the last post, I conclude my story here on how I became a channel, and its amazing effects; and announce my new offering/website for you to experience moore miracles too!…

As I left off, I had a wake-up call in 2009-2010, which left me hanging and wondering how I was going to pull this off. I did some research and became in tune with a global community of light-workers, mostly women, who were bringing the next wave of transformation and enlightenment. Out of this inspiration, I downloaded a whole workshop format and gave it the name, “Evolutionary Woman”.  For two years, I gathered women in a local church, and a nearby yoga studio, as well as online, which then launched into doing more extended retreats.

In the fall of 2012 I felt called to take a hypnosis training I’d had my eye on for over a year. I had always been fascinated by past life regression and had seen a program on CBC with Georgina Cannon, in which she regressed several clients, and then they travelled to the places where they had had past lives and were overwhelmed with emotion. It was beyond exciting to me. I had tried to do this myself, but I felt this was one of the missing pieces of the puzzle for me. So I called up Tariq Sattur, the Director of the Ontario Hypnosis Centre at the time, and arranged to begin in the spring.

On one of the first days of “Metaphysical Hypnosis” training, I spotted a woman sitting to the far end of the class. Just seeing the back of her head, I instantly knew I knew her, and so I approached, introduced myself and that began a life-changing and enduring friendship. Elizabeth Rose, who was then called by a different name and whom I just called “Rose”, also received a sign when she shook my hand, which she later told to me. Both of us had received messages from Jesus prior to the course, my communications a part of a long-standing dialogue I had while channelling through writings, and she a skeptical Buddhist who was alerted by a booming voice that she had to go to Toronto. Both of us had profound experiences while in hypnosis, which confirmed and explained our profound connection.

While in regression, and reaching the “interlife”, Tariq my instructor began to ask a series of questions. I found myself feeling quite high, as if my normal state of consciousness had stepped aside, just faintly in the background, while a larger presence stepped in and asserted itself. It was a loving presence, though very powerful.  As he asked me these questions, I heard my voice explain things that were beyond my comprehension. The guide told them him and the class her name, and obliged most of the questions about the mission I, as a being of light, was on, as part of a larger project in the ethereal realms to save the rift in consciousness that had befallen the planet. I saw images in my mind, which the voice explained, and later a student provided paper so I could draw what I saw.  As I came out of trance, I still felt the energy and so encouraged the students to continue to ask questions. It was confirmed in this engagement, that Elizabeth and I were on the same “team” and that is why our relationship was so powerful. We had work to do, a mission in this lifetime, and all the pieces were coming together.

After that experience my life was never the same. I could not think of myself the same way, as a normal girl/woman, wife, mother, student, even workshop leader. The mystical became my muse, and the encounters kept coming. I met people in my life, perfect strangers, who made announcements to me about the importance of my task, or that I had been here before.  These starting revelations continued into 2013-14, while Elizabeth and I continued to work together on the side whenever we could, going into deep trance and finding more pieces.  

Then in late 2014, after Elizabeth did a training with Ines Simpson (the Simpson Protocol), she visited me in Toronto, taught me what she learned, and suddenly while she was in trance, began turning her head. She perceived a light, and “voices” that came from the right. When inquiring who “they” were, they announced they were 9 angels, in rows of 4, 3, and 2.  I instantly said, “it’s a choir of angels!” From there, she began to channel them, and they began to instruct us on everything, from the mundane of what to eat, to the miraculous of our mission in life.

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In 2015 I invited Elizabeth to go on vacation with me in the Dominican Republic. During that trip, we worked constantly, she putting me into trance, and doing the deep healing work that the angels/Christ/God directed in what they termed “Full Immersion into Spirit”. Many layers were peeled back. Healing tears were shed. And much laughter, as I found it all quite hilarious at times – the unreality of this world, our griefs and woes, past lives or present, seemed like a constant array, a crazy travelling show. 

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While taking a break from our work, I stepped away to the washroom, and was preparing to brush my teeth. I had taken some bottled water from fridge, and was going to pour it into the glass provided int he bathroom. As I poured the most amazing thing happened: a large, 21-pointed crystal formed in the centre of the water, floating perfectly within it, never touching the sides or the top. I stared at it unmoving and called for Elizabeth to come. She too was flabbergasted and could not explain with reason, with her scientific mind, how this could happen. The crystal stayed for a good few minutes, and unfortunately we did not take a picture as we were unable to think of it. Then it slowly dissolved before our eyes. 

We asked the angels what had happened, and the answer was that the crystal was a reflection of my, Krista’s, spirit or soul, my origin. Ironically, when I was born, my uncle wanted to name me “Crystal”, but it was my father who insisted on a more original spelling, and decided on “Krista”. Either way, it was a signpost for me to pay attention and remember who I am.

After subsequent visits to the Rose Cottage, where Elizabeth had setup a healing centre in New Brunswick, I too became a full channel. And now I am running groups out of my own centre in Toronto, at Miracles Grow Here. I certainly did not plan it! Now the angels speak and sing through me, move my hands in the most graceful ways, and I feel the loving energy take over my body mind and soul. I do the healing work with others, and transfer these gifts to those who need them and are also called to the journey of healing, transformation and light. It is an ongoing journey, and I’m sure moore miracles await us all as I say…

 

Amen!

 

 

I appreciate all who have come to this place with me, and have shared the ups and downs of my discovery process. The new website is ready as I unveil and offer my services and support to you.  I am now ready to spread my wings! Thank you for flying with me – I hope you will join me on the other side of this amazing adventure! Come join me and find out “more” and www.mooremiracles.com.

 

 

How I Became A Channel + Bonus Book Chapter

Here is the story of How I Came to Be… a Channel, Healer, Mystic, Guide, Writer, Poet, Soul Seeker, Spirit-Singer, Angel, Speaker, Teacher, Compassionate One, Lover, Mother, Heart-Centered Happy-Maker, Divine Helper, Light-Giver, Hope-Bringer, Peace -Maker, Beloved One, and Miraculous Daughter of God – just to name a few!

This is a milestone for me. Not only is it my birthday this week, but it is the beginning and the ending of something significant. I have been doing this blog on this website for 5 years now, and have just been working diligently on a big change, including a new online platform, and a new way of being and doing my work. Before I share that, I’d like to share how all this came to be. After 5 years, I’ve shared bits and pieces, here and there, and if you go digging I’m sure you’ll find them!

But I thought it would be good for me, and for those who are interested and drawn, for me to share more about this process of transformation that I have been through, and its miraculous results! – and it will be a wonderful celebration for me to see how far I’ve come before I start the new!

How on earth am I going to do this in one post? Or two? Perhaps that is why I started a book. For now, I will just write and see what comes…

When I was little, my favourite song to sing was “You are My Sunshine”, and as my mother sang it to me, I then sang it to my children (though I changed the last words to “forever and a day!…”), and even now I sing it because it makes me happy. To make happy is an extraordinary gift, and one I have. I can take the most dismal situation and turn it into pure gold, treasure beyond measure, the heart as pure as snow. Laughter abounds, hearts are mended, and truth is what sings to me as a result. That is a miracle. And that has always been my gift to the world.

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When I was ten or twelve, my mother would take me to other friends or relatives’ churches on occasion. We never committed to one, but I saw the impact that faith in something greater made. I felt the energy of spirit when people felt lifted. And I believed there was a Christ, or Jesus, but he didn’t live there in a building, however consecrated, he lived in me.  I always felt the emotion in my heart somewhere, that this was a special kind of love I could not find anywhere else. Yet it was always with me, everywhere I went, when I was alone, or with other people. The truth is, I was never alone.

I never became a religious person. I never saw myself that way. I saw myself as an independent thinker, a deep spiritual seeker, even at young age. I imagine (in my now imagination anyway!), I was quite a burgeoning philosopher, as in “philo-sophia” or “lover of wisdom”, and I loved my mother’s middle name, “Sophia” for that very reason, and so I gave that middle name to my daughter also.  There was something beautiful and mystical about it, about the unknown, or the “knowing that cannot be named”. Every name is just a symbol, a reminder of what lies behind it. There is always more!…

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When I was a teen I became quite an actress, an expresser of truths, a mystical writer and puzzler of sorts. I would love to confound my teachers with my deep musings, and indeed I did! I never knew what I was going to write before I wrote it, not for creative writing anyway. It was like some mystical force went through me, my high mind, my deepest truth, my most profound learnings that came from somewhere else, and would land on the page unapologetically and without explanation. I was not into explaining as I do now, as a teacher, I was more a student who did not have the knowledge of where those ideas came from. I just “channelled” them, though I did not call it that. If I look back, I now see the seeds were sown long ago, the pictures I drew of a woman with angel’s wings, a medieval looking saint with love-filled eyes… all of these echoes of some other reality I tapped into. Never did this ability suddenly come or go away. It was always a part of me, and still is to this day.

In my twenties I “lost my way”, yet I didn’t. After being tremendously creative, I spent a long time as a “normal” working girl. I secretly hid my deep writings and would steal time to print them off of the big mainframe computer printer at work! It was my way of survival – to keep my soul alive and singing while I attended to “other things”. Work and family were most important and kept me going, as a young wife and mother. My soul expressions would have to wait – at least a little while. It wouldn’t be till over a decade later that any of it would come to fruition.

Hey, I'm sexy AND I can save the planet

After 9/11, a corporate takeover and a subsequent maternity leave, I finally escaped the “work force”, and let myself live more. I danced, I sang, I wrote, I spent time in theatre and as a professional actress in tv/film. It was a whirlwind and I loved it – until I went through a series of losses, including a significant death, which led me to doing A Course in Miracles, which in itself is a channelled material from the higher realms.  This deepened my inner life, and caused me to question more and more.

Then the recession hit in 2008, and my own inner seeking became heightened and acute. The world was changing. Something bigger than me was going on.  I knew I was here for more than just myself, or my own enjoyment or achievement. As much as I loved it all, it was fleeting, as everything can be in this life. I needed to return to my deeper roots, to the little girl who just knew herself without apology, and the teen who dug deep down into the mysteries of things and found sustenance there.

This time, I was reaching higher, and wanted to find my liberation, my life’s purpose and the ultimate plan for my life. I felt a deep inner call that I needed to change, to give back, and I needed to do it now!

In 2009 I went on a spiritual quest in Southampton, New York, for a screenwriting course at SUNY university. I wrote about this in Meeting Your Soul Companions. This awakened that part of me that “just knew” there was something more for me to do. I had become a partial channel through doing A Course in Miracles, and would often have written dialogues with the divine. This relieved some of the anxiety I was feeling, and directed my steps for the years ahead. These communions with my higher self/guides/angels were my “go-to” place and although I have learned other ways of reaching the inner planes through hypnosis and direct channelling, I still just “talk to” my angels, Jesus and guides as if they were right there. They are my “imaginary friends”, the ones children are told do not exist. Well, mine are still there, moving in my life, alerting me to any dangers, and pointing the way forward.

After my awakening, I had some highs and lows not knowing what to do with myself, and it was on the cusp of my 40th birthday, and that inner call and necessary change I referred to earlier had become a “DO or DIE” within me. Instead of explaining what that was, I am going to do something I’ve never done. I’m going to give you right here a chapter out of my unpublished Book of Miracles memoir, on the journey to New Orleans six years ago, and what happened to kick start this whole process…

UNPUBLISHED CHAPTER: new-orleans-chapter-krista-moore-book-of-miracles

Read, enjoy, and I will be back to finish this miraculous story, as I prepare to meet the new!…

Stay tuned. 🙂

To be continued…

 

P.S. You know I couldn’t possibly tell you all, right? But I will give you moore miracles  than expected!