Category Archives: Visions

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.

choir-of-angels

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. 

krista-and-elizabeth-dominican

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.

 

 

What Channelling Is and Is Not

This is a quick clarifying article for myself, to be clear on what I perceive as the gift and limitations of channelling, based on my learnings from A Course in Miracles (a channelled teaching given through two American clinical and research psychologists in New York, Dr. Helen Schucman & Dr. WilliamThedford, as directed by Jesus or the Holy Spirit within).

The following explanation may seem a bit “heady” or difficult to comprehend if you have not experienced A Course in Miracles yourself, but I will not let that stop me from an attempt at sharing the wisdom and understanding with those who are interested and called to it. You may come to your own understanding a different way; one way is to do the Course yourself.

Every channel or scribe is prone to errors, but the form does not matter. What is most important is the content or message, and whether it advances us in the thinking of Love and forgiveness, to release us from error and judgement, and produce miraculous shifts in our perception that we would otherwise not have been able to do alone. That is the miracle. We are not alone.

There is a lot of skepticism, including my own, about channelled material, or those who teach and write from channelled material. I think this is a healthy skepticism for the most part. My own resistance to being a channel, or using the words that come through me when I am “channelling” a higher energy than my own, can sometimes get in the way of the illumined possibility that it is presented through me for my and/or another’s healing. Sometimes skepticism is just an elaborate defence mechanism to block the message, and delay healing.

Not all channelled material is the holy Gospel, and indeed even the “Gospels” are not without error, as they were produced by human beings who lived after the time of Jesus, and were tainted by their own perceptions and later teachings (or shall I say older teachings) that were more in line with the world’s thinking, rather than Jesus’ uncompromising message of Love. This understanding comes to me through much reading of the apocryphal Gospels, found recently from almost 2000 years ago near the time of Jesus, subsequent biblical scholarship and theory, mystical teachings of sages and saints, as well as Jesus’ own teachings through the form of A Course in Miracles.

acim

Very few can claim the title of perfect channel, except perhaps Jesus who walked the earth as a man and was, according to the power and timelessness of his teaching, completely identified with the Holy Spirit, God or Love. He referred to God as the Father, and was completely dependent on Him for guidance. Jesus was seen to leave his disciples and pray alone, and he also prayed to God when he healed people. He was under no illusion that he alone was the healer, as he said, “Of myself I can do nothing” (John 5:30). He also did not claim that he was the only healer, as he called his disciplines to follow his lead and perform miracles (and continues to this day), pointing all to the Kingdom of Heaven, or God within.

Having a total dependence on God or a Higher Power is not a new idea for healing. Even the secular Alcoholics Anonymous depends on it as a tenant. But how do we know that we are hearing the right Voice?

Many ask, how can we be sure we are hearing or channelling the words of God/Holy Spirit/Jesus or any other angelic apparition? Can we not deceive ourselves or be deceived by the lower mind which some call evil, lower “false” self, “wrong mind” or ego? Yes. But…

According to my understanding of and experience in doing A Course in Miracles, God gave the Holy Spirit as a communication link to all his creation that we might not lose our connection to our original Source. As human beings, the Holy Spirit uses our own minds and the language we speak, including the symbols familiar to us, to communicate these messages of Love. That is why channels all sound different according to their culture or time or intellectual ability, even though they may be channelling the same Source. Symbols are not important – they are “man-made”, but the message, the energy and the Light they represent are not. Only the messages and transmissions of Love matter.

channelling3

Further, the Holy Spirit/God/Jesus/Angels bring about a shift in perception that is not of this world. As human beings we are prone to fear, anger and unforgiveness, attack, blame, shame and guilt. This is a common problem for all human beings whether they are aware of it or not, in what some call “original sin” or unconscious guilt which resides in our minds.

However, as A Course in Miracles teaches, there is no “sin” but simply a mistake or error that occurred when we thought we separated from God but did not. Mistakes or errors require correction, not condemnation. Even if we fail temporarily, when we ask, we will receive that correction and through grace be given back to God. Our answer comes. Our job is to seek and return to our right mind, where the Holy Spirit resides, and where our memory of God resides also, so we can join with all our brothers and sisters and return to the oneness which is our true reality in Spirit/Christ/Creation. This requires trust on our part and diligence.

We find this holy place within our mind, not outside in the outer world, which is a projection of our split mind or lower consciousness. Love joins all minds as one, because we are one. This is not a concept but a sacred truth that almost all sacred texts point to, though few are without error in some form or other.

Channelling is prone to error while we are in a body, unless we are trained to reach the part of our mind that is pure Spirit, where we realize we are not a body, but are totally identified with Spirit, as Jesus demonstrated. Our images of him do not matter. Only the message matters, and that message has persisted through time in many forms, even if misunderstood…

jesus-cefalu_pantocrator_retouched

God/Jesus/Holy Spirit and other Ascended Masters or Beings of Light teach us through our right mind, the part of us that is always and forever holy. When we receive messages, impressions or feelings that call us to surrender our ego and see someone’s innocence with Love (“to love your neighbour as yourself”), that is the Holy Spirit doing its work within us to heal the separation and return our minds to God, to wholeness and to Love. We are really just messengers for each other to find our way back Home. Our job is to love one another, not judge. To share, not separate. We cannot do this alone. We must go together.

When I channel, my job is to let go and align myself completely (as much as possible) with my High Self/God, the truth within, and to connect to that same truth within those I am working with or thinking about (even if they are not present on the level of form). This is not an easy task and most people do not always succeed, but are simply on their way to that understanding. Each step or effort in that direction moves us closer to its realization. Time is an illusion anyway, and so we should not judge ourselves or others harshly if we temporarily fail.  Remember, we are not alone. All miracles are maximal. Something greater is at work to bring all the parts of God/Son of God/Creation back into full awareness that we are all united, and are not separate. Forgiveness is our only goal.

I know I am hearing/speaking from my Highest Self or “right mind” (the Holy Spirit/God/Love within) when the messages or energies that comes through are:

  • Loving in tone, quality or feeling
  • Peaceful and calm no matter what is happening on the outside
  • Non-judgemental (judging only ideas as true or false, not people)
  • Wholly without blame or anger
  • Beyond my own limited self-perceptions and pointing to a much larger, higher perspective which includes everyone equally
  • Fair and uncompromising in the reality that God is Love and only love, and all beings are loved equally by God without exception
  • Totally forgiving of my and others’ errors (without taking sides!) and quickly corrective and helpful in pointing the way to right thought or action
  • Transformative and enlightening, turning my mind from any heavy, fearful thoughts (errors) to a holy, loving, encouraging and light-filled Vision of Love which gives hope to myself and others (as we are all joined)
  • Healing on the mental/physical/emotional and/or spiritual level (whether we see physical evidence or not, as all healing is of the mind first, as the Course teaches).
  • Relieving of any heavy burdens I have placed upon myself, removing any guilt, and quickly turning me toward what is truly helpful, beneficial and healing for myself and others (as we are all joined)
  • Positive and life-affirming, with helpful instruction or constructive correction that result in positive effects, even if not immediate
  • Consistent and unchanging: the form of the words may change, as the world is based on the shifting illusions of time, with symbols that we have created to communicate to each other in various ways and for various purposes; but God does not change, and the content or messages of Love should be holy without change, consistent and uncompromising in their unwillingness to veer into fear or justify anger for any reason. The meaning behind the words is wholly reliable, representing a thought system of Love that is ever-present and represents truth, even while it seems to appear within a temporary illusion.

In other words, we made God in our image; but God does not make images and he is only Love. All messages that come from the Holy Spirit are symbols of God which is Love.

When I make a mistake in my channelling (attempt to reach and speak from the Holy Spirit/Love within), I recognize it by how it influences me and my emotions. When I hear correctly and listen and follow the guidance, I feel peaceful inside, happy or content, powerful even. When I listen to the shifting sands and confusing illusions of this world and think with the “wrong mind” (my lower selfish thoughts or ego which projects onto this world), I lose sleep and do not feel at peace. I am at war with myself /others or the illusions I have made. This is not real.

Only the Love of God is real. And that Love is a shared reality. Channelling is a way of reaching God or the Highest Mind, and sharing that Love and wisdom. 

Lastly, channelling or channels of God are not special. All minds are one with God, and all have unique gifts to share. However, not all of God’s channels are open or aware now. That is why God uses the Holy Spirit to reach those minds that are more open, to answer those who are still seeking, that they might be given assistance in the form that is best suited to their needs at the time. All forms are temporary.

The most important lesson is not to worry about the form that a channel or message takes or whether angels or other ascended beings are “real” or not. We are not here to argue. We are here to love. All are one in Christ/Christ-consciousness/Love or our Highest Mind/Source, regardless of our language or understanding. What is most important is not the specific words or symbols (appearances), but the message and content which comes to bring healing and forgiveness and raise us back to God, where we belong. We all come from and return to the same Source.

I hope this helps, as it has helped me clarify my own role, as a temporary channel, and not the perfect representative or only and “ultimate” truth. Those who are drawn to the messages that come through a specific channel need them. And those who are not are either not ready, or have found another way. Again, the form is not important. Only that we find our way back to God and realize we are all the same.

Amen.

Want to experience channelling for yourself?  

Come experience Moore Miracles today!

Questions/Comments? Please share them below!

Angels Among Us

musical angel from cezarina and ka
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.

20140604_100945

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.  

 

Miracles as Signs or Messages – Part I

New Spiritual Soul Series.  Part I.  In the past few years, a series of miraculous signs and messages began to filter through my conscience, showing up as unexpected events and encounters that literally rocked my world…

It began as early as 2009, when I began to seek my true purpose here, and ask for what I was born to do.  I knew being an actor was not the real reason for my gifts and talents, as it only brought me so far and lacked any substance or meaning.  I can only say that what I was being prepared for was a much deeper calling…

 

Then God showed up. 

 

In the summer of 2009 I went on a writer’s retreat which had nothing to do with my “spiritual calling”, but I thought it would be fun.  After all, I got to go to New York and Southampton, and my adventurous spirit was temporarily appeased.

Before I left, I had a feeling that something greater was about to happen, because I had been asking God and seeking my true purpose, something where I could be of greater service to others.  Then I wrote this message which I received using an inner dictation process from Jesus…

 

Painting use courtesy of Joyce Girgenti - www.inspiredbrushstrokes.com

Painting use courtesy of Joyce Girgenti www.inspiredbrushstrokes.com

March 5, 2009, I wrote:

“How can my career turn into a vocation or calling for you, something I have full trust and faith in?  Can you release me into knowing more fully who I am and why I came here?” I asked Him.

“Don’t forget why you came here.  It is to heal, and it is to offer to you and to all others the things that brought you here in the first place.  These things are your chosen few promises that you made upon embarking, and they are closed when you have closed the lid on them.  That hasn’t happened yet.  There is more to do.  There is much more to do, not just for you, but for others.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do.” I wrote in response, astonished.

“God knows and appreciates most deeply this invocation to order.  You know what you want and you are asking God for it most clearly.  He hears you and I along with you.  You cannot go wrong now for you have asked for the first order, and this is the one that passes the test along to you to pass on to your brothers and sisters.  You will not fail in your task.  And you will be released along with them not because you “passed” but because you gave them what you wanted.  You gave them the worth you asked them for.  Do you understand?”

“Yes” I said again, “I relieved their minds of what I was worried about.  I remembered who I was so they could remember, too.”

“Good.” He said, “Now go forward with this mission in mind.  You are here to heal all others of what ails you.  You are here to remember for them why you brought them here with you, and why they came to minister to you.  This is your mission now.  Use ever means available, and all that you have seen, to bring this truth to light in you and in them.  That is all your mission is here to accomplish.  It is a lot.  It is more than enough for you.”

“Thank you, Jesus. Amen.”  I wrote and took a deep breath and opened my eyes…

 

hampton jutney

So when I boarded the Hampton Jutney from New York to Southampton, I somehow knew it was going to be the trip of a lifetime, not because of what it was, but because of who I was becoming.

As I picked up my pen and notebook and sat back in my seat, a deep peace enveloped me, and I intuitively wrote:

 

 “I am walking into the Arms of God.”

 

To be continued….

 

 Go to Part II

 

The Dream of Impossibility

I have a friend who strongly believes in pursuing the ‘impossible’.  If it isn’t ‘impossible’, it isn’t worth pursuing. 

Much like Joseph (and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat), one of the favoured sons of Jacob in the Bible (Book of Genesis).  Joseph had two dreams or visions that he would one day rule over all the land and his own brothers would bow down to him. Joseph’s father, Jacob loved him so much he put a beautiful robe of many colors over him, which made his brothers hate him even more…

One day while Joseph was out, and his brothers followed him and plotted to kill him, until Reuben, the eldest brother, advised they preserve his life by hiding him in a cistern instead, and then selling him as a slave to the Egyptians. So they did.

Joseph was held in Egypt and became a loyal ‘slave’ or servant in one household, until he was falsely accused by a vindictive wife and sent to prison.  All seemed lost until one day the Pharoah heard that Joseph could interpret dreams. 

The Pharoah brought Joseph to him, and when Joseph predicted how he could preserve the people from 7 years of drought by saving some of the grain during the abundant season, his good advice and industriousness landed him the prized position as ruler over all of Egypt, only second to Pharaoh.

Now Joseph managed all the grain in Egypt and when the seven years of abundance were over, everyone came to him to purchase the grain in store.  Including his brothers from Canaan.

After testing his brothers many times and sending them away to get his youngest brother Benjamin (to supposedly be used as ransom), Joseph received his brothers at the palace once more and watched them bow down to him begging for mercy. 

Joseph broke down and wept at the sight of his youngest brother Benjamin, and finally revealed his true identity to his brothers who rejoiced that he lived.

The brothers returned to Canaan to retrieve their father Jacob and all of his descendents.  The Pharaoh agreed to let Joseph give his people the best land in Goshen.  There they settled and became a great people.

Jacob's grief at the 'death' of Joseph. Giovanni Andrea de Ferarri 1640

Jacob’s grief at the ‘death’ of Joseph. Giovanni Andrea de Ferarri 1640

.

Can you imagine his father Jacob’s surprise when his brothers came to him and said Joseph still lives? 

Jacob was ready to ‘lay his grey head down to the ground’ and die of grief , but instead, he is brought face to face with the son he loves, Joseph, and his people are given everything.

 

What is so amazing about this story is not so much that Joseph became a great leader over his own brothers and people (as his dreams predicted), for there is many a man who has become King by force or fury, and not necessarily a good one. 

No, it is because Joseph shows wisdom and mercy that he becomes a great King over the Egyptians and the Israelites.  It is because he uses reason and tests the will and character of his people, both good and bad, and lets them be redeemed.

Joseph forgives his brothers and restores his family.

.

That is what makes this such a magnificent story,

where impossibility meets sheer will, wisdom, mercy and love.

.

My friend stands before his own dream of impossibility.  Where others try to beat him down and falsely accuse him, he is only spurred on to pursue the truth.  Where those who oppose him do not understand his reason, he sees clearly.  Where others tell him to give up and scorn him, he smiles and knows that God will win.

Thank you, my friend, for your wisdom and courage, and for instilling in me the Dream of Impossibility.

Amen.

 

P.S.  What is your Dream of Impossibility?  What is it that makes you want to pursue and accept the challenges that may befall you?  Share your dreams here.  You can write to me, or write your comments below.

 

krista headshot outside

Krista Moore is a gifted writer, speaker and intuitive healer, certified in Metaphysical Hypnotherapy and Spiritual Direction (intern).  Book a Private session by Phone/Skype or in person, or a Group talk.

Call now to Book a Session.

 

 

Expand Your View

What happens when we divest ourselves of what’s past, and engage with what’s present?  Our awareness expands and shows us something new. The miracle is that there are no thorns in that.

When we are free, our awareness guides and glides us to what is best, what lives, what breathes. And what only open us up… to everything.

Top Photo: Paul Tuttle, Mountains at Lake Louise

After one mountain has been climbed there is usually another. Some people talk of the valley, and lo! how I have been there at times. I would much rather be climbing the mountain, than finding my way in the nestled trees and dark cover of the valley.  I would rather climb up and grab onto their massive hearty trunks as I pull myself up higher and higher, finding my foothold.  My breath.

There is nothing like overcoming an obstacle and receiving your reward.  If it is too easy, there is nothing to celebrate, nothing to be glad about. If it was always there, it wasn’t worth reaching for in the first place.  But if it was hard at times, out of sight, and it pushed you to your limits, and it taught you something new, then it is worth having and holding on to.

Life is not to be a struggle.  Far from it. It is to challenge and engage us with all we’ve got, to force us at times to let go of what’s not, and reach for something higher, saner, bigger. More beautiful. More holy.  Forgiven.  The grace that comes from that flight, that fight at times, that airless breezeless gift, that momentary levitation, is worth all the lessons in the world.

. 33405402_ae9c3f37dc_z flickr awe inspiring photo sharing

To taste that momentary awareness of everything, of

greatness, of limitlessness, of YES,

is priceless.

 .

What could you let go of that wasn’t yours in the first place?

What could you open your mind and thought to, a hidden glimpse of what is possible in you?

What would you see if you reached a little higher?

 

The sound that you hear when you reach that corridor, that skyline, that place inside that says “I can’t believe it. I’m here. I made it!” is pure magic. A silent hum descends in your consciousness, like a delicious soup warming your mouth, free floating bees hovering over naked flowers, a priest about to speak.  The anticipation is wild, and the taste breathtaking. 

The earth quakes when we move. Not in the literal sense with disruption and alarm, though sometimes that happens in the process.  But it moves with us, anticipates. It opens up to embrace us as we journey out.  It greets us with amazing vistas. It teaches us to be humble in the midst of chaos.  It knows where we are going even if we do not.

The universe is the same. What magic comes when we look up at the stars, when we venture beyond the known lights of the city and see what is really there that we hadn’t even noticed before?  What happens when we close our eyes and imagine even more…

There is a limitless place we can go where we rise higher than before, see more, do more, become more, have more, and yet be attached to nothing.  Because the more we go into this limitless awareness, the less we want to drag our heels, or anything else, behind us. We want to leap forward! keep going and expanding, growing, seeing where we are going, see what’s around each corner.  Each corridor. Each door. Waiting for us to be opened…

Celestial Door. Photo: Anthony Cozza.

Celestial Door. Photo: Anthony Cozza.

.

Open that door. That silent gate asking you to come and participate.

What is waiting on the other side of it?

.

What would you see if you stopped looking on the ground?

What would you know if you closed your eyes and asked to really go there?

Who would you meet if you allowed yourself to greet each day with “what’s new?”

 

What would that look like – to welcome this new awareness into your being every day?  To delight in what’s new and play? It could be a new friend to greet.  A new opportunity.  A house larger or more beautiful than you expected.  A hidden sanctuary.  A demand to seek more and receive.  A party of hidden players ready to play with you. 

Whatever your mountain is, your expanded view, open your arms and go for it. See what’s inside of you.  Wherever that breezeless, limitless gift resides in you, reach for it, implore it, become it, venture towards it. Know it. Let it be more manifold in you.

Like “A Room with a View”, our vision will expand to include things we hadn’t seen before. And then we will know what all the fuss was for. We will be infused. Made new. And our wanderings make perfect sense.  Clarity comes. We are awake. And we have more to think and do.

 

Find that expanded view.

Find what is waiting for you.

 

 

krista headshot outside 

 

Krista Moore is a gifted writer, speaker and intuitive healer, certified in Metaphysical Hypnotherapy and Spiritual Direction (intern).  Book a Private session by Phone/Skype or in person, or a Group talk.

Call now to Book a Session.

 

 

 

The Power of Community

One of the most powerful challenges and blessings of my life is foregoing my self-confessed inclination towards “artistic solitude” for the greater power and purpose of community.  The inward gives meaning and identity; but the outer shoulders the deepest burdens, and carries the greatest visions of the individual and the whole forward.  Greater still, community creates something neither one, in his solitude, could have ever created or imagined alone.

Anything I have ever done worth anything at all has been done in partnership or community.  Anything I ever imagined or dreamed was only ever accomplished by the connection and commitment to and with others for a greater purpose beyond my individual identity.

buddhist monk walkingIn the Shamanistic or Native traditions, there is the wisdom gained through the sole venturer’s “Vision Quest”, a rite of passage to gain spiritual insight or understanding. The wanderer, as in The Man on the Road, ventures out to discover himself, and more importantly, his vision, mission or purpose on earth.  Oftentimes, this time of solitude in nature or on an open road is a testing ground for his or her strength and commitment to the quest.  It also asks to dispel the idea of “failure” of all other mechanisms of survival and success the wanderer had hitherto employed. In other words, his world temporarily falls apart, and what he is left with are the truths and treasures buried deep within.  These he carries forward for the good of all.

As a writer, I am deeply drawn within. On my spiritual quest(s), which never seem to end!, I coil into the heart of the matter, encountering both darkness and light, possibility and failure.  The true test is whether I can bring what I learn to higher ground, to share with my fellow travelers.  At some point, I am joined by those who are walking this path with me, who either need my services, or who provide support to uphold mine in truth.  Each becomes a net for the other, on the deep dive of the soul.  Knowing that we are not alone, we can let go.

Wisdom alone is no wisdom at all. If we are to grow, we must share it and vet it with one another.

I was deeply challenged by the I AM Discourses of Saint Germain received in 1932, which I read on the plane coming to and fro from Boston.  My heart and soul were lifted by the declarations of strength and power emanating from those words of the saints and masters.  “I AM the Beloved. I AM the Resurrection and the Life.”  To say these words, is to declare your freedom.  But to seek truth without extending it, sharing it, living it in relation to others, is not worth the trek.  I know Saint Germain was not intending for us to be sole vision questers declaring our omnipotent power over ourselves and our world.  He was suggesting we claim the power of God within, and not seek it elsewhere.  Brilliant words and wisdom which are certainly based on love of self, God and others, though more from compassion and mental discipline, than a wider sense of true inter-dependence, community and sharing.

What I have learned on my journey is that every ounce of wisdom I have gained has been born of and given in relationship with God and others, as an expression of Union, or overcoming the separation of the self.  To keep it to myself would be very difficult indeed.

Community is to COMMUNE with others.  To identify the unity of our spirits, our sameness, and the truth that is our home.  Once we have entered the cave of our own awareness, we must build a cabin large enough to contain the whole, if we are to live in love, wisdom and harmony in this world.

As I emerge from my soul ventures, I long to share with others. I long to hear the conviction and courage that is incited by conversation, and sometimes by wordless understanding.  That is communion, or community at its most sacred.  Just as Tibetan monks or initiates challenge and question each other or their teachers, we too can hold our truths or solitary flames to the light of greater community.

Sometimes I walk my own way sure of my solitary path; other times I am honed and convicted, made clearer by the connection.

Community may come from a church, a synagogue, a sports team, or a mountain top with the birds.  I have found community in partnerships with loved ones, perfect strangers and online self-forming groups who gather of like mind.  I have also found it in yoga studios, and in circles I have formed out of sheer intention and will.

However you find community, I encourage you to reach out.  And if you have not yet begun your vision quest, or found your true purpose, community is one way to enter in and discover what yours may be all about.

toronto labyrinth community

Toronto Labyrinth Community

Like a giant circle or labyrinth, we may walk to the centre in a circuitous path, and we may spend some time alone receiving our answers before we venture back out.  But if we notice as we go, others are walking the same path. Their discoveries may differ, but the path leads to the same goal.  And if we fall back, someone will be walking behind us to give us strength, or ahead of us to spur us on.

In Jesus’ words in A Course in Miracles, “Salvation is in your brother,” meaning in our ability to love and forgive, and to receive from others.  As I say, “Love is a shared reality. You cannot love alone. It must be shared if you are to know anything at all.”

Thank you for sharing and venturing with me!

Amen.

 

Krista

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Man on the Road

Courage only exists to dismantle fear.  If there is nothing to fear, we do not need courage.  But we do fear, and so we ask for what we need temporarily to show us we were wrong.

This is a story of a man walking down a road.

A man is walking down a road he has never been. It is dark.  He will likely stop for directions, if a house is lit, or he will rely on himself, or perhaps a flashlight.  Some things may jump out at him.

It is not comforting to stay in the dark, so he may seek out internal guidance, to ask which way to go.  He may be told to stop, or turn left or right.

If he keeps going the same way he will experience more fear because he didn’t listen and now is very much alone. He has no idea where he is going, and every noise bothers him. He has nothing to judge it against other than it is “not me” and so it is very scary. Even a bird in a tree will make him jump.

But if he sits down for a moment and asks, he will do one of two things:  He will either get up and leave and run fast back from where he came, trying to go where it is safe and known, or he will be told something new he hadn’t thought of.  This will be like a door appearing out of nowhere, something specific he can do, or something that leads him somewhere real and new.

"Open Wide Your Heart" website Mark Mallett

If he goes through the door, and feels the light of it (though he still may feel fear), he will make it to the other side and all will appear lit and new.  It will be as if the path he was on disappeared or transformed, or it suddenly made sense to him for the first time.  Also, there will be a hand, and he will not be alone.

What was scary before now seems just foolish and silly, something a child does when he is alone and protecting himself from the dark.

But now that he sees the door, and the path and the hand, all lit like never before – he has no choice but to step through or play the fool.

If he retreats back into the dark, it will likely not be as scary this time, it will just feel as if he is wasting his time.  He will now be more impatient with himself for not grabbing onto that hand and lifting himself out.  He may even shout profanities. Or he may even fall on his knees.

This is all silly and sad because there is no need to complicate things. It is only because he thinks he knows already that he won’t ask and receive.

For a moment, he has to admit, “Clearly, I don’t!”

So he asks again.

This time the door appears and light floods him.  It startles him a second time and he may experience fear because now he wants to be on top of it, to understand it.  It appears like he can command it, and yet he doesn’t know how it got there. But it is.  If he can’t control how this happens, how can he control what it does?

This frightens him even more, because now the implications of this light that comes is mind-boggling.  If he can’t predict what it does or where it might take him, he must shut it down.  It is too scary to comprehend.

The light seems to go on and off again as the man challenges God for a second or third round.  There is no end to the light, but he is growing very tired.  It is tiring to put up this front.

Then a wise man comes.  He is holding a lantern in his hand and standing on the road. He asks the tired man where he is going.  The man admits, “I don’t know.”  The tired man tries to explain himself but the more he tries to explain, the more he realizes it makes no sense and gives up.

The wise man laughs.

The wise man is real to him. He comforts the man. Offers a hand , but the confused man is still clinging to the dark.

The wise man tells him stories of another place, and the tired man says, “Oh, I know! I’ve been there once or twice.”

The wise man asks, “Then why did you come back?”

“Because I was looking for myself.”

The wise man responds, “Oh, I know. But did you realize you are going in circles and you’ve been this way before?”

“It couldn’t be!” The man protests, “I couldn’t see, and it all seemed new and frightening to me.”

“That’s funny,” the wise man said. “That bird’s been yelling at you since round three. When are you going to listen to him?”

“I didn’t realize he was talking to me. I couldn’t see!”

“And what are all these supplies on your back?” the wise man pointed and the other man sat back on a rock.

“Oh, I was hungry so I brought enough to eat for three weeks. And a knife and other camping supplies just in case, to protect myself so I could eat and sleep.”

“Have you slept?” the wise man asked, pulling the lantern up to his face.

“Not really.”

“Did you not notice that innkeeper at mile one waving at you to stop and eat?”

“I thought he was a thief and so I ran into the trees.”

The wise man just shook his head and let the silence speak for itself.

The tired man stood up, and the wise man asked him directly,

“Now, are you ready to come with me?”

Still, the man shrunk back, unbelievably, and dug his heels into the path.

“Really?” the wise man asked, “You don’t trust me?”

“How do I know you are not a thief, too?”

The wise man set his lantern down. And then he said,

“Here, take it. And go your way. Take as long as you need. But the light may not last long, and it is very dark indeed.”

“I’ll take my chances” the other man said and took his leave.

The man went on his way and thought about what the wise man said, and the bird, and the trees, and noticed the lantern was not as bright as it should have been. And he wondered if the wise man took the light with him.  But he was nowhere to be seen.

Huh! he sighed and sat for a time contemplating everything. He wondered if he would come back. Could he have been wrong about everything?  This is all not very flattering, he thought, and his shoes were beginning to leak.

Soon he wouldn’t be able to walk, he worried. Soon, he would have to crawl his way out of this giant circle. Or climb his way out! Maybe there was a wall, or was it some kind of giant trap?

Maybe this was a test of strength and he could still succeed. He decided to himself, “I will keep going at any cost. I will not give up even if this tiny light goes out. And I’ll have no thanks to give that man, either. I’ll show him.”

“And maybe”, he thought, “the wise man will even be proud of me. Or maybe there was somebody else on this path. They would come soon.”

But nobody came. Not for a long, long time.  And the man thought God was punishing him, and wasting his time. “Clearly, I am a miserable sinner!” he exclaimed, “and there is no hope for me!”

Where did this come from? Grief had suddenly stricken him and he bent up on the ground.

He cried it out and gnashed his teeth and cried out even more. Angry fists pounded the air and his stomach growled.

But who is listening? Who cares now? The bird was silent, and the man, the friend, nowhere to be found.

This isn’t how it was supposed to be! he thought. He remembered when the light had come how it filled him with dance and song. But he didn’t know if it would last so he returned quickly and came back around. Now there is nowhere, and nothing at all.

“Clearly, clearly I was wrong!” he cried out one last time.

The trees moved and a bird suddenly flew out and landed on his nose.  He startled and jumped, struck the air and then stopped and waited for a sound.

“Are you ready now?” he heard.

The light had come.  He awoke with a start to the sound of music, and people laughing and and singing.  He was under a blanket as if asleep, but just steps from a door slightly ajar. The light filled the room as he cracked the door open even more.

A giant room opened up to his sight and was filled with good cheer. Women laughing and dancing, children playing and running about, men eating and talking and whistling on the way in and out.  Like a circus or parade.  He stood dumfounded and rubbed his eyes.  He could not believe nor remember how he got there. No one had come for him, just that silly bird.

Then he remembered.

Up on the mantle he saw it. The lantern. Now with a glowing wick, and more lights glowing everywhere in the room. It looked like daylight though clearly he had been in the dark before.

He stepped forward and a woman ran over to him.

“Come!” she said. “We’ve been waiting for you.”  A giant bowl of soup she dished out with a ladle and gave him a spoon. The steam and smell reached his nose and lips.

He was sure this was heaven. And the man was still nowhere to be found.

The woman hovered round him again, “Darling, we were worried about you! You’d lost your way or your light had gone out.” She pointed to the mantle.

“But there was a man with me before, he would have come back. Did he?”

“What man, darling? This is where you live. Don’t you remember?  You set out to find something , but got lost in the woods. This bird found you, but now it is dead.”  She pointed to a bird that was now limp in a pale. The man turned white.

A bird found him? She must be crazy, or he is. How could this be? Oh! The bird, I killed it! He thought.

“No, there was a man on the road who was helping me, he gave me that lantern, but I didn’t believe him and then I took it and went on my own. I  never saw him again. Oh!” he cried again.

“Darling, this light is yours. You must have lost it in the night, or dropped it, and then found it again.  Clearly it is yours – your initials are at the bottom of it, see?”  He looked and saw the initials scrolled beneath the base. He didn’t recognize them or himself.

“But I told him to go away!  I wouldn’t listen to him, or myself, or that bird, or anyone!” He was delirious.  “I saw him, he was so real. And then he was gone.”

The man fell into despair.

“Darling,” she said again and wiped away his hair.  “That man is right here in front of me.  I see him as clear as day to night. You are here, my sweet. You are here!”

He wouldn’t believe her. How could this be?  An apparition came? That wise man was me?

She gave him some water and sent him back to bed. Clearly, he couldn’t see himself. She would love him back to health.

As the man returned to bed and accepted a gentle kiss from his wife, he stirred a bit and then had a gentle dream.

The sky poured open and the bird flew high overhead. It flew in circles round his head until it swooped down and then up and then disappeared into the heavens.

He was troubled then. Is that bird me, too? Or is someone trying to tell me something? Who is it that I am seeking? Where is it that I am glad and known?  My dear wife seems to know me, but who am I, really?  Please show me again, he thought.

Suddenly he felt a gentle tug in his head and a light he thought he had forgot filled him from head to toe.  He saw the bird again, resting on the hand of the man with the lantern.  He reached out to touch the wise man, and this time they clasped hands and stood directly in front of each other and smiled. He didn’t know who this was, but he was willing now.

Soon he found himself like the man with the lantern, walking in a miraculous field of golden lilies and birds of every colour flying overhead.  The trees were whispering to him and he was listening.  His heart was glad. There was no promise in him of tomorrow, and no plan of attack.  He just was, there, everywhere and everything. Resting in the universe of things.

The light was so strong but there was nothing to hold onto anymore, no lantern, no day or night. Everything was just shimmering and live in him. His heart was filled to bursting and he was not ready to come back down.  But something in him felt a presence all around him and a serene silence spoke to him that he could never speak of.  It was so great.

Do you see, now? 

Now go back, your wife needs you.

The man, if he could be, was dumfounded . How could I ever leave you, this place? This magnitude!

He grew momentarily upset.

The light is in you. Take it with you this time and don’t ever let it go.

“The lantern?”  The man asked, confused.

No. You.

Then he knew. When it is dark, ask the light to shine in You.

And then he laughed, because he heard to himself:

And the next time you meet yourself, say hello.

The man laughed and cried in gratitude and then he awoke.

He shook with happiness in his bed at what he had seen, heard and felt. Then he noticed his wife was in bed sleeping with him.  He curled up beside her and pulled his arms around her and drew her in closer. And then he slept for a long, long time.

And he never, ever walked alone.

 

Amen.

 

 

– by  Krista Moore