Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Start Where You Are
I do believe in angels, I do I do I do. What I believe is that there are healing, guiding forces of nature that are not (to me) about wings or robes or how big they are, it's about a singular presence that radiates benevolence and wisdom. They do smell like Johnson's Baby Powder, as Barbara Martin mentioned, but that's not what is most interesting to me. It's the energy they convey. When angelic light is shining on me, it's unmistakeable. At least according to the Cosmology of Reya.
From out of the nowhere I miraculously I have access to my workspace more often during the month of October than I usually do (two offices, three practitioners means we can't all have access at the same time). Greater access means I can book more sessions. More work equals more money. Imagine me sighing with relief. Everything is going to be alright. Thanks brothers and sisters of angelic disposition! Thank you so much!!
One quick disclaimer about yesterday's post: I've known for days that my bank card number was stolen. I have had plenty of time to freak out, cry, beat my head against the wall, clench my fist and shake it at the heavens while cursing, kick the furniture, etc. I didn't write about it until I could present myself as calm and cool. Ha!