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Miracles of Grace

Culminating signs of Grace continue from The Story of Grace Part I and Part II.

 

At the “Top of the Mark” hotel restaurant in San Francisco I put my hands on Paul’s head, as I was taught to do for healing. I sat down and looked into Paul’s eyes and told him how loved he was and I meant it. I embodied the words I was drawn to say. I felt the light shimmer all around us. The world stood on end, hovering in a  grand display.

As the night turned to day, we walked together and spoke of healing and miracles. He said when I put my hands on him for healing, he felt a great love, something he had never felt before. It was overwhelming. Then he said, “When you spoke to me at the restaurant, you looked different. Your face changed… Who was that speaking?” He hesitated. “Was that… Jesus?” I nodded. He felt the ripple effect in his body, as he too became a healer that day.

When I returned to my home in Toronto, things were different. An announcement was made that my father was to have open heart surgery. The time for miracles was at hand. I had already healed my father of a toothache, but I did not know if he was going to be alright from this. It was out of my hands.

In the hospital I eyed a watchful angel statue in the gift shop, and sat quietly in an open air sanctuary. On the sanctuary stand was that month’s publication of “Our Daily Bread”. I opened the page to that day’s date, and to my amazement, this was the title staring back at me:

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My mother and I were startled, as she had heard my stories of Grace in San Francisco. We both agreed this was no accident. Grace was following me.

Then I noticed the hospital was hosting a labyrinth in the hospital on the day of my father’s surgery, the Friday. We both went. My mother had never walked one before. As I entered the small church-like space they had created, and saw the canvas labyrinth on the floor, I was reminded of Grace Cathedral.  I told the minister who was hosting about my walking the labyrinth only a few weeks before. She looked at me startled and said,

“That is where I got this labyrinth from. And that is where I took my training!”

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I was stunned. The labyrinth we were about to walk, was the same design, and literally cut from the same cloth, and was ordered and shipped from Grace Cathedral (see Part II). This minister and the other I had met must have known each other. It was destined.

That night, my father recovered in ICU. He could hardly speak. He was the first one out that night. And within three days, he was up and walking.

As my mom and I were expressing our gratitude outside on a break at the hospital, I saw this street sign confirming again that Grace was present in our lives:

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What does it all mean? I cannot say. But Grace has followed me and has not left me, and the signs and miracles continue to this day.

 

P.S. What signs are you not seeing? Have you received grace or healing in unexpected ways? Write to me below or send me your story at Ask Krista.

The Story of Grace Part II

Continued from Part I, The Story of Grace.

By the time we got to Grace Cathedral we were electrified with excitement. This was the place Kathleen McGowan had talked about in her book The Source of Miracles. This is the place I had been led to in my wanderings in San Francisco, during the Attitudinal Healing International conference, based on the channelled teachings of Christ in A Course in Miracles.

And I was ready for more miracles…

Grace Cathedral, San Francisco, California.

Grace Cathedral, San Francisco, California.

We entered the Cathedral and experienced the requisite hush of authentically divine places. I could see the labyrinth on the stone floor clearly, just as I had expected, with a small altar in the centre where a female directress with red hair was standing lighting a candle and preparing the offering table for communion.

Labyrinths were known for their mystical and meditative properties, as an ancient tool to walk the path to God or enlightenment (the rose centre, based on the labyrinth at Chartres Cathedral in France). We stood alongside the edge and waited patiently as she spoke in warm, resonate tones to welcome us.

Angelic music filled the air as Paul nudged me “there is an angel behind us.”  I turned and noticed a young woman seated at a grand piano singing while violinists accompanied her with bows gently strumming in sacred harmonies. We took our seats at the front of the church, and listened to a sermon given by the new minister, Justin, who had arrived just weeks ago from England. 

The sermon, ironically but not, was the story of Grace (Mathew 20:1-16), about the workers in the vineyard who were hired to work for a day’s wages; some who came first were paid the same amount as those who arrived last, and complained to the master. But the master’s decision to be generous was not about the worker’s judgement, but his. 

The lesson was that God as the master gives fairly and abundantly to all those who seek him. We do not have to suffer and toil to earn his grace. Not to be confused with material compensation, it is receiving more than you thought you were due, which could be the strength or motivation to go on, a friend calling when you least expected it, an unexpected opportunity or blessing bestowed. For me, it was this moment, the signs I was looking for to teach me I was on the right path.

Then I suddenly remembered… The word came into my consciousness and I nudged Linda and Paul and whispered urgently:

“Do you remember the baby at the conference?…. (they nodded). Grace…  And Scott who sang the songs? (Yes…) Scott Grace.”  Then Linda looked puzzled and reminded me of her Aunt who died and visited her in spirit: “Grace! And now here we are at this magnificent Cathedral known as… Grace.”  

We all looked at each other in amazement.

After the service and communion we stood at the labyrinth and waited to enter.  The directress then approached me and extended her hand and said, “Don’t I know you?”

I could not think how I could know her, but she reminded me of Kathleen’s book, The Source of Miracles and her Book of Love featuring Mary Magdalene, and the line of holy women with red hair. I smiled and said with a hint of possibility, “Maybe…”

Then I told her about our story of Grace, and how we came to be there. She shook her head in awe and asked us more about what we do and why we came. When we were finished talking, she invited us to walk the labyrinth, and hoped to see us again. 

It was getting late and we were the last to walk the labyrinth. The caretaker was growing anxious as we winded the ancient pathways to the centre of the rose. I stood at the rose and prayed. Each pedal a different line of the Lord’s Prayer. Paul extended his arms like wings as we found his way out and back to the beginning. I did not quite finish my walk and was asked to continue outside at the outdoor labyrinth.  Not bothered, we left and thanked him with kindness and left a token of our appreciation.

The outdoor labyrinth and a view of the street, cars still rushing by, and a great hotel.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed my last moments of the walk and thanked God for everything I had received. For moments of Grace, and hope for the future. 

Paul asked, “Well, what could possibly top this?!”

Then we spotted the tall elegant InterContinental Mark Hopkins hotel Paul had entered earlier that day, the highest point in San Francisco. We decided, as we stood gleaming at each other, holding hands, to take the next step on our adventure and go, as Paul pronounced:

“To the Top of the Mark!”

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I had no idea what other unexplained miracles of healing and joy would await us there and when I would arrive home, as we continue our journey in the conclusion of:

Miracles of Grace – Part III

The Story of Grace

Your path is not at random nor by chance. When the mind is open and the heart longs for something more, signs appear along the way, and miracles show up at your door…

It was September. I had decided, quite last minute, to book a trip to San Fransisco to attend an unexpected international conference that my friend coaxed me into. It was the Attitudinal Healing International 40th Anniversary conference led by the beloved Dr. Gerald (Jerry) G. Jampolsky, author of “Love is Letting Go of Fear”, based on A Course in Miracles, which she knew I studied. And they were doing facilitator training, which I also felt drawn to. She had met Jerry and Diane the previous spring and felt a stirring that I should meet with them. And so, I flew to San Francisco (as I told Jerry the last night) “on a wing and a prayer”.

I met many new friends at the conference, and received my facilitator training at the same time. It was incredible. We practiced the power of love and forgiveness each day in small groups. It confirmed all I had learned in studying the Course. I found myself opening my heart to all, as the power of love permeated in the eyes of many, young and old, male and female, friend and stranger. This was God in action.

On my spare time, I walked the hills of San Fransisco, quietly reflecting on the beauty of the Precidio (an old army outpost now public recreation and conference centre) right by the Golden Gate bridge, including its majestic cypress and eucalyptus treed forests along my footpath (where monks used to walk), and the final lookout point for Alcatraz..

I kept wondering at the meaning of this trip and how it would impact my work when I returned. In truth, I wanted to have a spiritual experience that would be a definitive sign I was on the right path, so I prayed for one, or two, or three!

Just before the end of my trip, I got a text from my husband in Toronto:

“I picked up that book you were reading before you left, and it mentions a Grace cathedral in San Francisco. You should go see it.” My host at the bed and breakfast lit up and said, “Oh yes! there is a beautiful evening candlelit service tomorrow night and you can walk the labyrinth too. Definitely go!”

That was it!  The book was called The Source of Miracles by Kathleen McGowan about the Lord’s Prayer and how walking the labyrinth at Grace Cathedral led to the recovery of her dying infant son. The labyrinth is an ancient meditative device that brings the walker closer to God. Given I was all about miracles, I would walk it as well!

Then a series of events occurred which I could not have predicted. Nor did I even notice until after they coalesced at Grace cathedral…

On the last day of the conference I sat with a young man I will call Paul, as Jerry delivered his final speech to the crowd. Just then, a young baby, from one of the participants from Australia, began crawling beneath the chairs and causing a bit of a raucous for which we all laughed. Jerry, who was also celebrating his 90th and is a man of great patience and wisdom, called to have the baby brought up to the stage and began talking with her. Then he turned to the audience and said,

“When you can look see yourself in the eyes of this baby, you will have understood this work.”

The baby’s name was… Grace.

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Later that day one of the musicians, Scott came up to deliver a humorous rendition of how to live life with less angst and worry. He strummed his guitar and made us laugh and sing along with his silly song. As I stood in line to buy his CD, a woman beside me pointed out his name and then said she was thinking of changing her name also…

The musician’s name was… Scott Grace. 

As I was standing saying goodbye to people, the young man Paul asked if he could come along on my journey to Grace Cathedral. Then we noticed another woman I will call  Linda looked a little lost in the lobby and asked her if she’d like to join us for the evening. She had never been to church in such a long, long time, and felt a little wounded by past experiences. Surprisingly, she said yes. 

Back at the house, I gave Linda a tour and we got ready for our evening at Grace Cathedral. She told me how her mother died recently, and that she always felt closer to her Aunt. She had even received a sign once which she knew was from her Aunt. I felt a tingle as she spoke, and told her I felt her presence. She felt the same.   

It didn’t occur to me what her Aunt’s name was until later… 

Just then Paul pulled up smiling, ready to take us to Grace.

There is much More to this story in… 

The Story of Grace Cont’d

 

 

Tuscany Welcomes & Transforms

This is Part III of Krista’s Tuscany Journey writing series. See also Part I and Part II.

Who can explain the softness and iridescence of roses? The intoxicating smell that lifts you from mundane to angelic? The sound of birds flying and hovering overhead nestling above vine-covered windows awakening you to an eternal summer’s day?

Walk with me awhile and let me explain…

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Last year, my mother and I finally arrived at the Mystical Tuscany Retreat after our exhilarating and sometimes weary travels from Rome to Florence and finally to the enchanting villa at La Chiara di Prumiano.  By the time we unpacked and wandered down the thick, ancient worn stairs and opened the back door to the rose garden, we were inundated with new sights and sounds that mesmerized and turned our hearts on to something new…

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Can you imagine walking down that path with me and dipping your nose into your first rose of an early evening sun? The buzz of bees and golden mist over olive branches?  A stone wall to touch and grass to welcome your tired feet home? Can you fathom everywhere you look there is perfection, a garden path with an arched gazebo, an open gate welcoming you to even greater expanse?  

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Not to mention the call of others to the supper table, where we pour local organic wine, and survey the bounty that has been delivered by Paul our renowned chef, and Paula and Cinzia our beloved, smiling hostesses?

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Aaahh… I can describe it. But that is not fair. If you have never been to Tuscany, you deserve the right to sample this for yourself. To hear the call of the birds and trees. To walk the sun-speckled path from the villa to the pool. To lounge and dream and laugh. To splash!

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There is so much more to tell you. I couldn’t possibly encapsulate the mystical powers of Sienna, where we dreamed in multi-dimensions, raised consciousness and saw visions, and touched sacred relics that welcomed us back to our beginnings. I couldn’t possibly hint at the majesty of Santa Maria duomo cathedral with its goddesses engraved on the floors, and the stars drawing us to the heavens above. Or the sound of song and light that emanated spontaneously out of our souls as we walked the open-air church of San Galgano… Worlds were reborn.

Back at the villa there was plenty to do. Playful yoga in the morning, gathering in the lobby mid-day to offer our gifts and findings, sharing stories, opening portals for healing and rejuvenation. Everyone was a sister or a brother here. No one was left out. Ancient friends reminisced while new ones gathered by the rose bush. And horse friends beckoned for a ride…

At night we had magical tea parties with Petr, pizza parties by candlelight, and danced in the new with colourful costumes at our magic ball.

I am sorry I failed to describe such ecstasy and happiness. But I will have another chance. Because we are going again!

And this time, I am inviting YOU, my friend.

Come and see, feel, experience and become your true self. Come to Tuscany where you are most welcome to awaken and transform.

You will be in good company! 🙂

Amen.

 

Pst! If you missed the first two, here they are again: Part I – Tuscany Calls, and Part II – Softness Beckons in Florence.

 

The Mystical Tuscany retreat gathers again this summer, July 12-19, 2015. If you would like to know more and dream this dream for yourself, go to our retreat website, or follow us on our always up to the minute Facebook page for beautiful pics and posts.

Much love till then. 🙂

 

Softness Beckons in Florence

This is Part II of my Tuscany series…  also read Part I and Part III

When my mother and I ventured on a trip to Tuscany through Rome and then Florence, we really had no idea what to expect. Other than movies, we were really relying on our own senses and each moment to take us there.  Our time in Rome was typically touristy, and so I will not write about it here. By the time we got to Florence we were relieved by the artistic ambience, slower pace and charming architecture. The Lady I will call Florence slowly lured us in and gave us our cue we were truly in a different world…

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In one night we met our group, those we would be travelling with to our Tuscan village. For now, we would be content to walk the cobblestone streets, cross the famous Ponte Vecchio bridge over the Arno river with its dizzying array of jewellery and gifts, and be embraced by Renaissance culture, including live music and spontaneous artwork outside the Uffizi.

 

My heart slowed down a bit and began to relax, though I had difficulty sleeping that night from all the stimulation. We were preparing for our last and most important leg of the journey… Tuscany at its most fine and pure…

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After arranging our tickets and waiting an inordinate amount of time at the bus terminal, I was thrilled to be surprised by one of my favourite global and cosmic friends, Santari Green, who came to assure us that our time in Tuscany would soon be upon us…

Smiles could not express how happy and excited we were to soon be there!

 

We finally boarded the bus to Barberino Val D’Elsa, near to our villa of La Chiara di Prumiano. My very skin diffused into calm as I watched the hillsides blossom before us and the sun tilt over and into the trees, tall Cypress and olive groves. When I saw the small Madonna and the sign to our new abode, I did not anticipate the feeling. A sense of coming home…

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As we pulled into the lane, my heart would burst. Being welcomed felt like we had been away a long, long time, and had finally returned to our ancient playground and mystical retreat from the world.  After seeing our room and exploring the villa, it was already dinner time.  I could not believe where we were eating outside in the rose garden overlooking the great hills of the estate. The sun made its final visit over the estate wall and called us out to cheer as it turned the roses and stone walls an extraordinary pinkish red, including our elated faces.  I had not expected such explicit uncontainable joy!

Thank you mother Tuscany, and our new Tuscan family! I thought.

We will be coming home again soon.

To be continued…

Read Part I and Part III

Would you like to join us for our second amazing discovery of Tuscany and all you really are? Mystical Tuscany Retreat July 12-19, 2015. To find out more go to our retreat website.

Tuscany Calls

This is Part I in Krista’s Tuscany Journey writing series. See also Part II and Part III coming soon…

Last year, in the cold of winter, just like this (February), I got a call from a friend who works in a similar field as me: transformation, spirituality, yoga, wellness, creativity. Her name is Cezarina Trone. We had worked together on her radio show, Quantum Creativity, with her co-host Santari Green, where we danced in conversation and delight several times and gave me my start spreading inspiration online. Now, Cezarina was calling for another reason. I had been sitting contemplating my next moves, and feeling the downside of winter upon me, when she mentioned the word….

Tuscany”

Now I had never been anywhere truly European or exotic for that matter. I had travelled quite extensively down south, in the States, Canada, and the UK.  But Italy? That was something other people do. And the image that popped into my mind was, of course, the romantic and beautifully raw Diane Lane, in the movie Under the Tuscan Sun, newly divorced and being coaxed by her all-knowing best friends to take a trip to the Tuscan countryside and begin anew.

And that she did. But me? I had been through my own emotional universe, and was Tuscany my way to the other side of happiness?

Cezarina told me she had written a book, a children’s book, and sent me the link. I didn’t know what to think of it – for one thing, it was so small on the screen, the thumbnail made it hard to read the title. So I enlarged it and there it was…

Krista Caterpillar Goes to Tuscany

My mouth dropped open as I realized what it said….  

“Krista Caterpillar Goes to TUSCANY!”

She told me she got a burst of inspiration and knew she had to use my name. Krista Caterpillar goes to Tuscany, and turns into Beatrice Butterfly. That is when I knew.

First, I cried.  Then, I wrote back immediately with a big, fat: “YESS!!”

 

To be continued….

See Part II and Part III coming soon…

This is the first in a series on Tuscany, featuring our second upcoming Mystical Tuscany Retreat at a 17th century villa in the countryside of La Chiara di Prumiano near Florence, July 12-19, 2015, with your co-hosts: Krista Moore, Cezarina Trone, Santari Green and Brenda Zechmeister.  Care to join us? Contact Krista. 

 

Angels Among Us

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I have come to an understanding that angels are real. This has always been a peripheral part of my belief, but never as tangible as recently.

A rudimentary understanding

When I was young I often believed in angels and drew pictures of them, or prayed to them as other children learn to do if they ever went to Sunday school. The modified prayer I liked in particular was:

“Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep

May angels watch me through the night

And wake me with the morning light.”

Though comforting, this childlike understanding was just the beginning of what is possible in connecting with and being guided by the angelic realm. Learning that angels are actual beings and are always present can be a real eye opener as we grow in spiritual awareness.

Asking for guidance

In my adult years, I became interested in angels from the esoteric “new age” world through spiritual teachers like Dr. Doreen Virtue who published many varieties of angel cards to tap into our intuitive powers and ability to connect with the angelic realm and ascended masters like Jesus.  I used these cards to guide me through some difficult times, and always felt loved and supported when all was uncertain and decisions more difficult. My heart would usually point the way through the symbolism and messages I received.Healing-Angels-DT

Advancing in understanding

Recently my understanding and access has expanded to include channelled messages directly through me, and other colleagues I work with like Elizabeth Rose of Diamond Lantern.  Both of us had been channelling Jesus for some time, but something new happened.

In one moment, her head began to turn to the right as she saw with her inner vision a choir of nine angels that gave us distinct messages. Although I was skeptical at first, some of the content was too specific too discount. I too have begun channelling the angels and receiving both their energy and messages. It is always soothing, instructional and empowering.

Angels among us

On one occasion I was sitting with a young friend who had recently lost a loved one. She asked me if I could talk to the dead. I vehemently replied, no, I do not have that ability. Just as I spoke I felt a rush and the smell of roses came up all around me.  I looked at her, astonished and asked if she smelled anything.  She said she smelled them too. I asked the people around us, as we were sitting in a large theatre at the time, and the people around me said, no, they did not smell any roses. Nor were there any roses in sight.

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I knew then they were a spiritual sign from the angels or deceased loved ones. This smell has returned numerous times to me and always takes me by surprise.  Each time, I take a deep breath and say, “thank you.”

Opening to the Call

Becoming more open to their presence has occurred for me through my training in hypnosis and spiritual direction. As our channel opens and clears, we become better channels for true guidance. You can usually tell the difference because you may feel a heightened sense of awareness, relaxation and peace. The messages can be firm but are never forceful. They are always loving and of the highest purity.  Our own selfish wishes and wants can get in the way, so it takes practice, willingness and surrender to become more aware of their presence in our lives.

Can you do this too?

If it is a part of your path and desire, you may be able to develop your own intuitive gifts to communicate with angels. Angels have a funny sense of humour. They have probably been communicating with you all along! Just look for the signs: a white feather, a repeating word or pattern, a feeling you cannot explain, a synchronistic meeting with someone who answers your prayer or question, a meaningful dream that points the way.

There are many ways to talk to angels. 🙂

One way to connect with angels is simply to ask. Relax, go silent and listen. Or take up a paper and pen (or laptop). If you are in tune enough, you will receive an impression either in thought, word or perhaps a visual impression.  Take some time to contemplate the message.

Regardless if you get a clear “message” or not, angels are always there providing guidance in ways you can receive, even if you are not aware of them.

Have you ever met someone you felt was an angel?

Some even believe there are angels in the flesh incarnate come to guide us more specifically at this time in human history. God uses many who are on the path of healing, and indeed, God sends his angels too.  That I cannot prove. But, when it comes to matters of faith, is proof required? Faith is more of a feeling in your heart which moves you. And angels are very good at that.

Amen

 

P.S. Have you ever talked to angels or heard angelic messages? Have you ever felt their presence? How do they present themselves to you? Write in the comments below, or send me a message using the Contact page.