Please forgive the duplicate post I just sent out.

There is so much to share. Years of Flow Transmissions waiting in the wings.
The last thing I need to do is send the same post twice.

But I did.

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I’m in the process of tightening and refining these transmissions—clarifying what matters, cutting what doesn’…

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Imagine yourself centered within a golden egg, grounded to the heart of the Earth and to the heart of the cosmos.

At the heart of every particle in the universe, there exists a light—a radiant, unwavering presence that is both energy and life. This light flows through everything, touching and shaping the vast web of existence.

Indian philosopher and poet Rabindranath Tagore once wrote, “The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.” In his words, we can feel the awe and certainty of a world where this same essence of life “shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.”

If today’s scientists could express the wonder they witness through their instruments, they might sound very much like Tagore. Through microscopes and telescopes, they observe a vibrant, teeming energy—an interconnected flow of life that fills every particle of our world with light.

Science has shown us that every particle, every living cell, every piece of matter is illuminated by this light. It permeates every mote of dust in the air, the oxygen we breathe, the veins carrying blood through our bodies, the soil, the seed, the flower that blooms from it, and the food we eat. The light is also in the paper of this book, the screen on which you may be reading it, the neurons firing in your brain, and the muscles in your fingers that turn each page. The entire cosmos, from the tiniest particle to the most distant star, is made of this light.

This light is energy, and energy is a shapeshifter. It becomes anything at all—a glass, the water it holds, the light that refracts through it to cast a rainbow on the table. And the table, the rainbow—these, too, are made of light. Because this concept is so expansive, mystics and poets alike have turned to metaphor: the ocean of consciousness, the river of life, the cup of love at the center of your chest. And to understand the vastness of this flow, you, too, must shift a little, just as the light does.

The Web of Life

This light doesn’t merely sit within us—it moves, pulses, flows. Tagore continues: “It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood at this moment.”

When we tap into this awareness, we begin to understand that we are not separate from the light or the flow. We are a part of it, as it is a part of us. Every cell, every heartbeat, every moment is in sync with the pulse of the universe.

The Gaze

A Sufi teacher once told me, “That which the heart faces, it reflects.” The same is true of the mind, the body, the soul. Just as scientists can only see what is within the field of their gaze, we can only experience what we turn our attention toward. In all spiritual teachings, there’s an essential question: Where is your heart turned? What are you focused upon?

In any given moment, there are countless impressions flowing through us—light, sound, temperature, bodily sensations, thoughts, emotions, memories, dreams. We are drawn to various filters, shaped by contexts and stories we tell ourselves about how the world is, how we are. There are infinite paths, each leading to worlds of our own making. Each moment asks: Which path are you facing? Which world are you calling into being?

If you want to know, look around. What world have you created?

Working Our Prayers

When you pray for help, the flow will often respond, providing energy in the form of inspiration, insight, emotion, or physical strength. Pray for peace, and a wave of peace may fill you. But the flow also answers with opportunities: a phone call, a chance encounter, an invitation. When we accept these invitations, they lead to new awareness and always to an expansion of love—both in our lives and in the lives of others.

Grounding: Establishing Home Frequency

To move in harmony with this radiance, we must also ground ourselves in it.

Imagine yourself centered within a golden egg, grounded to the heart of the Earth and to the heart of the cosmos. Visualize a tether, like a kite string, that keeps you aligned, grounded to both the solid core of Earth and the vast center of the divine above.

Anchor to the four corners of yourself—north, south, east, and west—to love, to the heart of humanity, to the heartbeat of the Earth itself. In this grounded state, choose toward love, allowing it to guide you.

Choosing the Flow

Anchoring in this way, you are steady, centered, and present within the flow. In this place, the universe itself resonates with every cell and organ in your body. You are a web of life, a hive of radiant activity, vibrating in harmony with the world around you.

This radiance, this light, is your true nature. It is the radiant energy that connects and sustains all things, reminding you that every moment and every part of you is woven into the flow of love and blessing that is all around you.

Note to Readers

I’ve created a separate Substack space just for The Flow Transmissions — it’s called The Guidebook.

There, you’ll find every transmission carefully catalogued into a Table of Contents, arranged in order, like books. It’s a quieter space, designed to hold the transmissions as a body of work.

The Flow Transmissions are always free. If you’d like to support this work, consider a paid subscription.

The following is the transcript of that conversation.

2 am/Dictation

I seem to be obsessed with the idea of getting something accomplished before I die. Leaving a legacy, a book, or some sort of realization that moves the world forward after I'm gone.

Leaving a record in the world, with my name on it. Like I was here and I found this cool thing, this piece of treasure that I want to share with you.

I think about it every single day.

Have I always thought about these questions? Like when I was 20? Like when I was 30, 40, 50? Was I thinking about it then?

I must have been because I was always thinking about what book to write and what impact it would have. And so I'm asking in the dark: What impact is needed? What does the world need to know that I haven't yet spoken out loud?

All I have to do is speak the message out loud, and the people who are meant to hear it will be directed to it by The Balance. Divine Order will make sure that the thing I offer finds its way to the people it's meant for.

All I have to do is offer it and make sure people see it and they'll pass it along.

I only need to trust. And I will be able to rest.

Truth expands in this way. And also, truth stays alive. Which is why we have the ancient wisdom, because people passed it on. They didn't hoard it to themselves. And when we start to hoard it, because we're afraid to share it, because we're afraid of persecution or humiliation or being cancelled, the great wisdom is lost. It's buried in the sands of the world.

And yet, it keeps coming back, doesn't it? The great wisdom always finds its way out through someone who's listening for it, or looking for it.
It finds us. That's the mystery, isn't it?

When I ask my question, it becomes a kind of beacon, calling for the answer. The answer finds me. The question constellates with the answer. Or the answer constellates with the question.

If I'm asking about something, there is a way that I already know, on some level, the answer. I'm just looking for proof of it in the world.

But when I sit in the dark and I just listen for what wants to move through me, it's different. Really different. Fundamentally different from what I think about all the time.

I sat for a moment just now, closed my eyes, listened, waited, and I heard the word Betelgeuse. How strange? Betelgeuse is a star cluster, I think. I don't even know what it is1. A star or a galaxy very far away. But I heard it, loud and clear and instantly, my mind started asking questions:

What does this mean? Are you from Betelgeuse? Or has this word just popped into my head for no reason?

Star System Betelgeuse. We are from the Star System Betelgeuse. And we are here to advise. And you are one who can hear our message, our song, as we sing it.

We are here to help.

There’s a great deal coming in at once. I’m trying to keep up. It's like they're telling me that they bathe us in vibration — they are saying:

We sing and those who can hear us are invited to listen - or to sing along.

It's a message of alignment, a rush of flow which contains their song and also, it has words in it, and ideas and concepts, but it's also just that vibratory energy which, if all we do is sing with it, if all we do is hum along, it will align us without us knowing how it works. It’s just like… like we don't need to know the science of breathing. We just breathe.

And so, like breath, is our song. Always there, like breath. Offering itself as alignment, as tuning fork, as offering. And we offer our guidance to all who reach for it. All who listen, who can hear.

Our message is always here. And our message is always of alignment to the one song of love and peace. There is nothing more. This is not complicated.

There is science here, but it is not necessary to understand the science. And indeed, trying to understand the science creates distance in time space reality. For it puts the acceptance and singing along with the song out on some future date when we will be able to prove it through our science. Instead, what is needed here and now is to sing. Simply sing in the way that one just breathes —without understanding the breath and how it keeps the body alive.

And this is the balance. And this is the way. And this is the Tao. And this is the way of things. The true way. The way of stars. The carpet of stars. The invitation to walk along the carpet of stars. The way of stars. It's not a carpet, it's a path. The path of stars.

When I see the path of stars in the image that they're sending, it looks like a path of clover. It's a green path. And the concept I'm seeing has to do with the path of living, of green, of clover, of life beneath our feet.

And they are absolutely reinforcing something that I missed earlier. You know, when you put these things in words, there are … things get …. it takes a moment to make words and the images. It's not images, it's like a rush of data points. It's all going through at once and many, many things to be shared. And so as I'm talking about the path, I'm missing a parallel transmission which is this:

The path is also the same path that was the way of the Essenes and the way of the one named Jesus and the way of the ones before him.

And it's always called the way, the path, the Tao. In all languages, a way that is tracing the movement of the human body across space through time. And this is the core of the flow transmissions. Every time.

And I am sitting in the dark at 2am in my room. And this is the message that is here. In a sense, it’s the message that is always here. If I wake at 8am, if I wake at 5am, it's the same message.

For the way is simple, and the way is constant, and steady, and does not falter. For we are here, and you are here, and this is the way.

Betelgeuse. Balthazar. Saint Germain. Louis XIV. Empty your head of these names.

These names are embedded in the message, for these are names of ones who saw and heard us in our song about the way, our song about the way as they moved on their way through their time and space. But this is your time. Your space. So . . .

Dear one,

Quiet now and listen for I am here with my hand upon your spine, supporting you From behind.

I am the first and the last. I am behind you and before you and beneath your feet. I am the way. And you are not required to do or say or be anything about what you are. Basking, resting, listening, holding, tuning, delivering, receiving.

All of this is blessed, but not required.

I am here and you can hear me because you called, but I am here whether or not you call.

For I am the night and the cloak of darkness, and I am the light of day. And you are the one, but not the only one, who can carry my message forth.

And the way is this, to go forth and play, and romp, and enjoy, not to fulfill some destiny. Your purpose is joy rather than trying to live up to some assignment or destiny or plan. Your purpose is to play and enjoy.

And whether or not you are aware that I am here, I am here. And you do not need to wake anyone up. They are waking up. It is their nature and this is that time of awakening.

The time of waking, of awakening is the word that we are using. Also the word that we are using is awakening to power. Spiritual authority. Dynamic optimism. Procreative opening at its best. Flow at its optimum. The faucet is open after a time of being less available.

Yet even when you are off doing some other joy play, still we are here offering our song. And still your body and aspects of your consciousness are aware of us and attuned to us at all times. For we are that one primordial song singing itself. We are the way.

And there is no other way. And we are not a religion, and we are not a philosophy. There is nothing memorize. No text book. No teaching.

We are simply the way of life moving, flowing.

We are source and we are ground.

We are spring and we are well.

We are holding and we are not attached. We are attaching and we are letting go.

We are the fullness and the emptiness. The shadow and light, the up and down, the on and off, the alpha and omega, the yin and yang, the this and that, we are you and we are not you, and we are you again,

And this is the way. A needle pulling thread through a fabric which is not there, piercing a membrane which blocks the way, in order to make the way through.

For even as consciousness builds a wall, we begin to break down the wall. And even as we break down the wall, consciousness erects another. And this is also the way. The way of changing. Of making and unmaking. The way of Tao. The way of entropy and energy and movement and the play of breath upon the water.

Rippling for a time and then coming to stillness.

Such simple things. Yes, and yet, so complex.

So much order in darkness, in formlessness. The play of time. Intention upon formlessness, and then formlessness returns.

In the dark, you strive for a message to bring. You reach for a strand of specialness, of using this, all this that we are, all that we offer, to make a name for yourself. If you want a name for yourself, make a work, an art, make a form, make a house, build something on the land and invite people inside.

This is blessed. All of this is blessed. Do what you want. Play, be as you want. This too is the way.

There is no requirement. No demand is being made.

I lie down, tired now and ready for sleep. If more comes, I will bring it. As I lie down, it's a kind of acceptance and a kind of realization at the same time. That for me, at least, the way seems to be to fill with message and the sense of urgency to make something of it and then to empty through words, through speaking it out loud so that I can rest.

And this is the way of the listener dreamer. And there are other ways.

For example, there is the way of the astrologer/mapper, the one who studies and learns the names of planets and stars and learns their significances. The one who lives inside of this map of ancient wisdom, ancient history and science. And astrology IS science at the beginning of what science will become. It's the foundational framework for so much of the wisdom. And yet there are other frameworks. Astrology becomes astronomy. Mysticism holds all wisdom inside it.

It's inside of its frame. And yet these frames are merely membranes put up by consciousness over the flow of formlessness. They are, as is all human knowledge, built on centuries of mind reaching into formlessness and seeking to understand and building on the understanding that came before until there is so much understanding that formlessness is obscured. So much light that human consciousness can no longer detect the presence of darkness.

And when you do detect it, you fear it because you understand, on some level, that darkness enfolds all forms, and carries them back into the wholeness. Melts everything that we build eventually back into the nature of things, which is to break down and fall apart and then be made into something new.

The same as Amy is experiencing the flow of filling up with images and urgency to share what she sees. Filling up so full until she cannot hold it all inside and must speak it or write it or draw it or dance it or share it or weep it out in tears or walk it or stretch her muscles but mostly, her way is to speak and to write it.

That is her song. And so she fills with all of this flow moving through, moving by, fills with it all and then she must empty it so she can rest. She fills and she empties. She rests and she wakes again. And so it is with the world. For man must create, and nature must destroy.

For as day comes, it is always followed by night. And as summer in its lush abundance comes, all full of fruit, so follows the fall - and the fruit must be gathered in and after the harvest, the winter comes and takes it all away. Clearing the way for the great time of rest and sleep. Clearing the way for the next spring. This is the way. It's always been the way. And ever shall be.

I didn’t grow up with religion—no Sunday School, no church—except for the few times I went with a friend. At home, we talked about people and art. My mom was a painter. My dad, a social worker. We discussed things psychologically, creatively.

Angels weren’t named or dismissed—they simply weren’t part of the conversation.

And yet... something was there. A steady, stabilizing presence. A quiet conversation I was having privately, inside myself.

Though I never noticed it consciously—and if asked, I wouldn’t have had words to explain it—I leaned against it. It was as real to me as the walls of my bedroom.

When I was a child—hiding after an argument with my mom, or retreating from the pressure of being the oldest sister—it would come around me. Soft. Comforting. Not rescuing me, exactly, but being with me.

When I was nervous, it softened the world so I felt . . . safer. When I had a problem to solve or a school project to complete, it helped me—through synchronicity, through timing so perfect it made the world feel alive.

Those early experiences weren’t religious training, but they laid the tracks for a raw kind of faith—born from experience and knowing. Something benevolent and invisible moved with me—and I trusted it. I knew it was real.

This sense of being accompanied stayed with me, quietly, through every chapter of my life.

None of this was conscious. It wasn’t a belief. It was more like background music, or sunlight on the wall—always there, gently supporting me from behind the edges of awareness.

It wasn’t until much later—when I was working as a Features Editor at Woman’s World—that I started to notice it. My editor had assigned me a new column to manage. “It’s about angels,” she explained. My response: “Angels? Really?”

It was my job—imagine that, my actual job—to read miracle stories. And each month, I read hundreds of them. Each year, thousands. Without realizing it, I began to absorb the patterns of miracles. The ways of the angels. They were speaking—not just to the people who wrote to us—but to me.

The more I listened, the more the presence returned. Not just in feeling, but in form. Through vivid dreams. Through whispers in my ears. Through memories I’d completely forgotten—taken for granted.

Reading the stories, I’d gasp: This is exactly what happened to me! And one by one, like pebbles into still water, the realization would ripple outward: I’ve experienced almost all of this.

And a question began to bloom: that something—the presence that had walked with me all my life—was that an angel?

In these posts—what I’m calling The Early Transmissions—I’ll look back and try to recall what I can. Not as a teacher, but as someone who walked into a room and realized she was not alone.

This first transmission came a few months before the flood began—before the messages arrived like tidewater: slowly at first… and then all at once, filling my dreams and waking life with signs, symbols, and song.

Before I knew they’d been there all along. Before I realized: they were always singing with me. It was I who hadn’t noticed. Who hadn’t been ready. And then one day—I was. And when I was… they were everywhere.

One morning, I woke early to the sound of a question, clear as a bell:

How might you make this day better? How might you live today at its fullest? As if it were the last day—the only day? As if it were all one day?

I didn’t know what to do with the question, but it lingered. Like a thread just out of reach. Like something soft and bright catching in the corner of my mind.

I came downstairs and settled into the sunroom with my morning tea. Outside, the light was beginning to shift. Inside, I felt a subtle pull—like an invisible thread was gently tugging at my belly.

My cat, Mooky, padded over and curled beside me. I closed my eyes. Listening. Breathing. Without thinking, I reached for my sketchbook and began drawing spirals, letting my mind drift like mist.

And then—from the shelf above my head—something fell. It landed in my lap. I looked down and saw the card: Archangel Michael.

The same prayer card I had tucked onto that shelf seven years earlier. The one I hadn’t touched or even thought about since.

I froze, staring at it.
This wasn’t just any card.

Seven years earlier…

My mother was recovering from open-heart surgery. There was nothing more the doctors could do. Either her body would rally—or she would die.

My sisters and I kept vigil at the hospital, taking turns leaving the room for bathroom breaks or coffee. During one of these moments, I retreated to a quiet corridor. Overwhelmed with fear—we could lose her!—I slid down the wall and sobbed.

And then, out of nowhere, a wave of fury.

At the time, I had been writing about angels for years. Collecting and sharing hundreds of real-life stories about divine interventions and unexplained miracles.

Now, I spoke to them. I have been writing your stories for years. You owe me!

I knew it was selfish. I knew that if it was my mother’s time to go, she should go. Still, I wanted their help. I needed it. Please, I said.

And then… a wave of quiet presence came over me. Not a fix. Not a promise.
Just a knowing: Whatever will be, will be. And underneath it: No matter what happens, we are here with you.

I returned to Mom’s hospital room, feeling calmer. A good cry will do that, I thought. I felt cleansed.

Then, my sister Beth went to the restroom. And there, a woman she’d never seen before handed her a card. A prayer card bearing the image of Archangel Michael.

“Your mom will be fine,” the woman said.

Beth stood there, stunned. “How did you—?” she began to ask.

But the woman turned and walked away before she could finish.

Beth brought the card back to the hospital room and handed it to me.

“I think this is for you,” she said.

That moment changed something in me.

I’d sensed the angels’ presence before—heard their whispers, noticed their winks.
But this was different. It was a direct answer.

Reverently, I placed the card on a shelf in my sunroom, where it remained—untouched—for seven years.

And now, on this ordinary morning, it had fallen into my lap.

Why?

I no longer believe in coincidence. Something was happening.
It felt like an invitation. And it was.

This moment with Archangel Michael marked a turning point. It was a call to step fully into relationship with the unseen world. To trust the guidance I had too often ignored in my hurry and distraction.

I’d always kept a dream journal. I’d always tried to record my spiritual experiences.
But this was the day I began taking the flow more seriously.

I already sensed that these messages weren’t only for me.

It wasn’t that I’d been chosen—not exactly. It was more that I was capable of sharing them— because I could hear them, because I was a writer, because I was already teaching and offering spiritual direction to a growing circle of Soul Callers.

It wasn’t always easy.

Many mornings, I didn’t feel ready. Or worthy. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’d sense a message tugging at the edge of my awareness and groan—not now.

The messengers didn’t seem to mind. Rest now, they would soothe, tucking me gently back into sleep. And in the morning, the message would still be there—waiting,
pulling me toward the truth.

You are not alone. We are here with you.

And so, with this post - this story - I extend that invitation to you. . .

What if this is real - not just for me, but for you too?

What if your guides are here with you right now, offering guidance?

What if you actually live in a universe that is constantly supporting you, constantly answering your prayers?

What if you are receiving guidance, signs, and other communication from Divine Helpers—like angels, spirit guides, nature spirits—and even a Divine Source?

What if?

There’s a way that this realization can be slippery. We feel a rush of awe - a sense of being accompanied but we soon forget.

So, take a moment.

Take Out Your Journal

Imagine This:

What if you woke every morning as if the steady pulse of love beneath your feet were real—guiding you, supporting you? What if there really were a benevolent presence, surrounding you like light, whispering its quiet encouragement?

Ask yourself:

• How might your life feel different if you lived as though you were held and guided every moment?

• What would you begin to allow into your life?

Write it down. Let the words flow, without editing or judgment.

When I Asked Myself These Questions...

When I first asked myself these questions, my answers surprised me:

If this was real…

• I would stay in constant conversation, a constant state of meditation.

• I would wake every morning and let my body move into yoga practice, easily, naturally—not a big deal, just following the nature of my body.

• I would live in a state of timeless presence. No pressure, no hurry. No stress about how things might turn out. Here things are; this is how they are turning out.

• I would write or not write—guided by this presence and my conversation with myself and others. I would meditate because I love sitting with the guides—sitting in the silence, watching my thoughts.

• I would make art or not make art. I would sew or not sew. I would paint my house bright colors. I would bring in more light.

I would make room in my life for this to be real, and in doing so, this would become real—because I made it so.

Your Turn

Ask yourself:

• If this were real, what would have to change?

• Would it change the way you interact with others? With yourself? With the world?

• If this were real, how might it change the way you live?

Notice: What has to happen for you to let this be real?

These are the conditions you have placed on the transformation of your own consciousness. Ask the same questions another way:

• What would change if I believed I was guided by love?

• What would I allow into my life if I trusted this guidance?

Notice what rises. Breathe into it. Make room for this to be real—because you can make it so.

Read the Flow Books as they are built, one transmission at a time, right here on The Guidebook

Prequel: The Early Transmissions

Book One: We are Here with You

Book Two: Holiness and Making Sacred the World

Book Three: I am the Enchanted One

This book is an experiment in Substack. To help organize the content into a book-like form, I’ve created a Table of Contents (TOC) for you.

Below, you’ll find a list of every post in this book. Each listing is a live link—simply click on the link to read the post. When you’re ready, return to the TOC and click on the next post in the series.

Feel free to move through the posts at your own pace, exploring them in the order they’re listed or jumping around as inspiration strikes. This is your journey—make it your own.

The Early Transmissions of the Flow Materials:
Journals of Awakening

Prelude: An Invitation from Archangel Michael

Flow January 2010

Flow 2-14-2016 Love is a space

This is a book in progress - a project spanning more than ten years. As I go through the treasure trove of notebooks, more transmissions (and supplemental content, including reflections and prompts for your own journaling) will be added over time.

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Read the other Flow Books as they are built, one transmission at a time, right here on The Guidebook

• Book One: We are Here with You

• Book Two: Holiness and Making Sacred the World

• Book Three: I am the Enchanted One

After the Guides concluded We Are Here With You they initiated a new journey: Holiness and Making Sacred the World. As with the first book, they chose the title, signaling a deeper exploration into the sanctity inherent in our lives and surroundings.

This transition marked a profound shift in our collaboration. The Guides invited me—and now you—to recognize and cultivate holiness in the everyday, to see the divine in the mundane, and to participate actively in the sacredness of the world.

In this volume, the messages delve into themes of consecration, the universal call to holiness, and the ways we can sanctify our actions, environments, and relationships. The concept of making the world sacred resonates across various traditions, emphasizing that holiness is not confined to specific places or times but is accessible to all who seek it.

As you engage with these transmissions, let this book be both a guide and a companion as you journey toward making sacred the world around you. The Guides are here with us, illuminating the path to a life imbued with holiness and purpose.

We are here with you—always.

Table of Contents

1. Introduction
   Integrating the Flow Transmissions into a real human life

2. I dreamed that we were crossing into the future
   If you truly want to ascend, to attain the wisdom of the star people, look within. For it is there, encoded in your very heart and bones.\

3. The Arrival of the Messenger
   You are living in a time of great distraction, chaos, uncertainty and fear. The earth churns with upheaval. Listen now: I am here to help. I am speaking through many. Those who can bring my message of hope. But here is a warning: It’s time to chose a side.

Movement Two: You carry the wisdom within

1. The Radiance in All Things
   The light of your own incarnation

2. The Wisdom Within
   Just as your electricians understand that power must be grounded and, that wiring must be up to code and, that current must be stable, so your body knows.

Movement Three:

1. The Bright Room
   What I see when I see inside

2. Root Concepts

This is a living book. Transmissions and reflections will be added as they arrive.

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To explore all the books and all transmissions, visit The Guidebook.

Read Book One: We are here with you

One morning, The Guides announced that we were writing a book. They named it themselves: We Are Here With You.

This is that book.

It began, as most things do in my life, with a dream — and with a job. For fifteen years I managed a column in Woman’s World magazine called “My Guardian Angel,” reading thousands of letters from ordinary people who had encountered angels. I thought I was editing their stories. I didn’t realize I was being trained.

The transmissions started quietly. A whisper at the edge of sleep. A sentence arriving whole. Over time they became conversations — me listening, questioning, sometimes arguing. The Guides responding with patience and a kind of luminous clarity I have never found anywhere else.

They told me: We are here with you. We have always been here with you. We are here with you now.

I wrote it down. This is what I wrote.

To move through the book, click any title below. When you’re ready, return here and continue.

Movement One: The Word and Naming
On the nature of words, binding, and the true Name of Love.

• In the beginning was the word, the holographic nature of God’s name . .
  On the creative power of language and the divine within each name

• Guidance for the Age of Anxiety: Living a Joy-Led Life
  Choosing joy as compass in uncertain times

• What did you mean when you said, "This is the word of the flow - of God"?
  Understanding the language of divine guidance

• You were made for this
  Recognizing your readiness for this moment

• I am here and you are here with me
  On presence, companionship, and never being alone

• I see only love where you stand
  The Guides’ vision of who we truly are

• Your true name is Love. Love is also our name.
  Discovering our shared essence with the divine

Movement Two: Joy and Holy Interruptions
Learning to allow the flow of love, joy, and energy instead of bracing for punishment.

• Holy Interruptions - You were made for joy
  The Guides break through our fear-based patterns

• You live inside of God’s heart like a single cell
  Understanding our place in the divine body

• Love is a space
  Discovering love as container, not just feeling

• At the edge between sleep and waking, I see the Eye of Horus
  A vision of awakening and expanded perception

• In the dream, I open the back door and my little black cat runs into the field
  On releasing what we try to contain

• In the dream, Tiger came to me
  A visitation and message from a beloved companion

Movement Three: Vision and Creation
Discovering self, control, and the image-making power of love.

• Flow 3: You are not here
  Staying with Love. Staying with this world. Staying with ourselves.

• The challenge of our time
  Understanding what this era asks of us

• I discover the control tower inside my own head
  Finding the source of self-surveillance and judgment

• You are designed to make imagined things into real things
  On the creative power we carry

• Release old ideas of the self, which were born into a world of fear
  Letting go of fear-based identities

Movement Four: Choice and Naming the World
On blessing, re-union, and the power to choose what world we live in.

• This is it (the center point of love)
  Finding the still point at the heart of everything

• This is the birthplace of joy
  Where joy originates and how to access it

• You are the chooser
  Reclaiming your power of choice in each moment

• Radiance and Reunion
  On shining forth and coming home to ourselves

• You are not your bindings. You are not your name.
  Freedom from the stories that constrain us

• Look at the world you have made.
  Recognizing our role in creating our reality

• Take a Feather Walk with the guides
  A practice for noticing the world of love, spread at your feet

• You are the Namer. What world will you choose?
  Love or Fear: Using our power to name and call forth our reality

• Learning to purr
  On contentment, vibration, and self-soothing

• You were born with the source code for joy
  Joy as our natural inheritance and design

• Be as you are
  Permission to stop performing and ease into simple, true being

• Call back (and heal) the choices you left unblessed
  Retrieving and honoring all our decisions

• A swarm of bees, a bridge atop the water
  A prophetic dream

Movement Five: Makers and Companions
On creating, befriending, and blessing all projects.

• You are makers

• I discover a me who is not afraid

• Follow the image of joy

• Find a better project

• Your friend will always be with you

• There is no project that we will not bless

• The changes you are experiencing now

Movement Six: Dreaming and Re-Naming
On disappointment, re-appointment, and the shared dream of life.

• Rename yourself as you always were and will be. Reclaim your true name.

• All of life is dreaming

• I am changing the channel of my life.

• What to do about the problem. Transform it into a project.

• The Dream of Two Squares

• Dreaming of Disappointment

• Dis-appoint yourself

  

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When I am afraid that I am going to disappoint someone, I am already disappointing someone: me. All in all, I am very happy—it is only this fear of disappointing another that seems to block my way.

If this is true, I thought, still lying in bed, what might happen if I disappoint people on purpose?

Today, I decided to find out. I decided to disappoint people—on purpose—and see what happens. I am working within this hypothesis: that the sense that I will disappoint you if I don’t take this action is actually guidance that if I do, I will disappoint me.

The fear that I will disappoint you has nothing to do with you. It isn’t about what you’ve actually told me you need; it’s about my anticipation of a need in you—and the scramble inside of me to fill it, whether or not that need even exists.

This fear of disappointing you is the last vestige of a very old story embedded within me. It’s a story I’ve been slowly unraveling, crawling toward the center of, for some time now.

Lately, I’ve been dreaming of trying to shift into who I really am, only to feel the old story pulling me back—the tidal pull of familiar patterns. That’s all it is: the old story, tugging me backward by the legs and ankles.

I am a writer. I see things in pictures.

But I don’t want the burden of keeping everyone’s spirits up all the time, which is the picture I have of online selling. To keep pushing out content to a blog, to a list, in ways that feel plastic and inauthentic to me—that’s not my way.

I am a person who talks to people, one-on-one, about their lives. She goes to yoga. She likes sitting in an outdoor cafe, writing. She takes quiet walks and lets the world speak to her. Now and then, she gathers a circle for a class. Mostly, she writes.

The guides say:

When you are free of expectations for how things should be or will be, there is no disappointment. Disappointment is guidance that you have strings attached to the outcome—that you are trying to get something you believe you need, some feeling, some bequest of energy in the form of approval or support or comfort, which you believe will bring you back to center, back to who you really are.

Disappointment is guidance that you are experiencing yourself as incomplete and that you have looked around inside of yourself and named something missing. Then, you looked outside of yourself in the world—and named some source for that which you believe is missing and must be refilled.

You are not a battery to be recharged. You are not a cup to be refilled. It is not possible for you to be empty—only for you to imagine that you are.

As I near the end of this first project, I notice how many other people are doing projects just like mine. And I find myself thinking, as I always do when this happens—and as it always will happen (the guides will explain why)—that the presence of others in “my” field, doing similar projects, “means” that I needn’t carry mine all the way through.

But it doesn’t mean that.

The only real thing is that I am feeling emotions I call Disappointment, Envy, and Resignation. The guides ask me to explain these feelings to you, and then they will continue.

Amy explains:

Disappointment feels like, “I should have worked more quickly. I should have started sooner. I should have been better at promotion.”

Envy feels like, “That other person is much better at this than I am. She’s got better credentials. I have no power in this field. I should just slink away where no one will notice me.”

Resignation feels like, “It’s too late. I guess I wasn’t ‘the one’ meant to bring this through.”

As I reflect on this, I see a quote from Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés on a friend’s blog:

“Tell the truth about your wound and then you will get a truthful picture of the remedy to apply to it. Don’t pack whatever is easiest or most available into the emptiness. Hold out for the right medicine. You will recognize it because it makes your life stronger rather than weaker.”

The guides ask me, What is the truth about this wound? and I sit down to write my answer.

Amy writes:

“The wound is a vacuum for beauty. A black hole in the center of my mother’s eye. The wound is suction itself, a whirling vortex that sucks light and color from the room. She doesn’t know she’s doing it. She knows she’s doing it. She flickers. My mother. Not my mother. My mother. Another thing. My mother. A thing without a name that sucks the color out of me.

“She attaches her hose to my lower organs. There are two open ports—one at each side of my waist—that she uses to cannibalize me. The leak is steady. Anyone can drink. When they feed on me, the light goes from my eyes, as if it were pulled from within.

“After a feeding, I can’t see color. I can’t hear music. My eyes are...different. Drugged. Veiled. Numb. It can take weeks, even months, to return from a full assault.”

Boundaries

The guides ask, If this were a client, how would you describe her?

“My client (me) doesn’t know how to be a real, whole person (with boundaries). She does not know because she has been used, like a battery, by others who also did not know how to be real.”

She cannot feel joy (or power—which are the same thing, the guides say— because the flow of her joy has been redirected to feed others. They drink it like nectar, like blood. She is a powerful channel of joy-power, and all of her life, she’s experienced the flow of that joy-power as a threat because it makes her a target.

She knows this. So she has learned to keep her power to herself. It’s not about withholding her light. It’s about boundary-making. Other teachers call this “sealing up energy leaks.”

You make boundaries by imagining. You imagine a boundary where it was not. You see things that others cannot see. This is the same way that you give your light away—by imagining it flowing to others.

Oh. I get it. It’s about shifting the image. I imagine myself surrounded by a protective field of love. Inside of this field I am safe.

Note: After this exercise, I paused, returning the following day for part two of the message. (Part Two: Disappoint Yourself)

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I open my eyes and there, just outside the bedroom window, I see a quartered circle. It’s just floating there, a bubble hovering in the air beside the house. Words begin to flow into my consciousness:

OM. You know that we are real. OM. This is a message for you and all of humanity. We will wait for you to have your tea ready. Then, sit with your cat and receive our message.

OM, I am here with you. You are here with me.

Ah, and you are calm now? And are you ready for our message? Ready to hear what we have to say?

Yes.

Listen. We will guide your pen/your mind. These are the words we want you to say: There is confusion in the world. (They show me Donald Trumps face) The people are frightened.

Fear rises in me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Om. I am here with you. You are here with me,” I say this out loud.

Om. We am here with you. You are here with us. We are starting over. We will show you what to say. You are free. We are real. This is good. You can trust us. We are re-patterning your lower intestine to be more comfortable as you ‘digest’ with us. (You crave dairy because it obscures/numbs our connection.) Dairy is given to babies to make them more physical. To make it easier for them to transition their consciousness from non-physical to manifestation.) Manifestation equals constellation. This is your next project.

Changing the name of the cards is a distraction. Make it clear what they do, that’s what matters. We are here with you.

And I am here with you. It is hard to sit at this edge between.

We know. You are doing well. We are here with you. We are holding you. Last night, we gave you a lesson which will help you at this edge. The dream of the highway on the ocean was real.

I sensed that. I knew that. It felt real. I was so happy there.

That is the state of perfect peace and joy before you now.

Am I about to die?

Yes. All are dying. Everything dies.

I’m afraid.

This edge is difficult for most everyone but we are here with you and we will guide you.

Is there something I could do to stay alive?

Yes. Follow guidance.

Is there something I should eat?

No dairy. No potato chips. Much less tea. Stay present. These things are hard for you. But all of this talk of dying, of food - this is not OM. This is the mind talking with the mind. Come back to Om. You are distracted by money worries today.

I am. I don’t know how to make the money come. I don’t know how to manage it when it arrives. It feels like magic to me - and I don’t trust myself with it.

Come to your journal. Draw an image of the money flow. Draw the students coming toward you and discovering your work. Draw yourself in the image safe and whole.

Like bees. Like gifts left outside the temple. Let yourself stay inside.

Let the work come outside now. Let the students come to you as you rest inside with Om.

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We offer this exercise to help you.
Imaginative Dreaming (Awakening inside of the dream)

Notice the focal point around which your current story is constellating.

Imagine that you are inside of a different story. A story that is constellating around JOYFUL EXUBERANCE.

What might that feel like? What might it look like? What would the world inside of that story be like? Who would be there? What would they be doing? What might you be doing inside of the world that constellates around that story?

Dream into that story. Imagine it in all of its richness, seeing every detail. Let yourself feel as if that story is real. Feel it forming around you.

Then, let it go.

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Footnote:

“The eye of Horus is a strong protective symbol, used for thousands of years by the Egyptians. It is associated with vision (especially the power of vision between the afterlife and the world of the living), the protection of physical integrity and health. Worn as an amulet around the neck, it protects the wearer.

“It should be noted that the Eye of Horus symbol corresponds to the location of the Third Eye, represented by the sixth chakra. The sixth chakra represents the seat of intuition and clairvoyance (including the ability to “see” things usually hidden).

“A thousand-year-old talisman used since antiquity, the eye of Horus has been able to cross the centuries to come and protect us. Wear it as a jewel to benefit from its health protection. Displayed in a house, it will protect its integrity. Don’t forget that the eye of Horus is symbolized by a left eye, the right eye is the eye of Ra. It is a powerful symbol of protection.” Source, https://www.cleopatraegypttours.com/travel-guide/the-eye-of-ra/

I was making the crossing from the "old white' to the 'new bright white”, which seems like it would be easy, no? Yet it wasn’t. The moment I crossed the line, the old white began to pull on me. Like trying to move through thick and sticky taffy. Like being pulled on by a million hands as you try to drag yourself from one room to another.

I knew just what to do but the struggle was so wearying - a bone-deep feeling of giving up, of frustration. There was determination but also, fear of disappointment with myself.

I woke up with the feeling that this dream was about me AND about the world. How it feels to be alive right now. How I feel powerless to help with things that, if I had any power, i COULD help with. You know?

Like looking at something happening and knowing it's so wrong but thoughts like: I should have been more prepared for this. I should have thought things through - and positioned myself to be better able to serve.

To me, it's a dream rich with calling and invitation but also, awareness that I am still entangled in stories and excuses about my own limitations.

And the dream feels like it was saying: This is hard but let's just cross over, shall we?

That’s when I saw her. A vivid moving image of a woman, only slightly see-through - like a ghost (but it wasn’t a ghost). It was … me!

As I watched, the other me walked to the sink, turned on the tap and filled a glass of water. She drank the water. Then she disappeared.

It’s me! I realized but it’s me as I will be, as I could be - but twenty seconds ahead in time. I was a kind of suggestion.

This had happened once before.

Eighteen months earlier, when I’d finally (after much waffling) made a decision about the yoga teacher training. “No,” I’d told my teacher that day. Even though I wanted to do the training - I ached to do it - but we couldn’t afford it… and anyway, what’s the point? I’m too old. It’s too late.

A few minutes later, I was pulling sweatpants over my yoga tights when I saw a moving image. It was me, walking into the studio office and handing a check to the director of the program, saying, “Yes.”

I gasped - because wow! but also, I knew, deep down to my toes, that I was being guided. I walked to the office. I handed my debit card to the program director. “Yes,” I told her. “I’m in.”

Who is this woman that has visited me, as a visible image, twice now?

Let’s call her “Future Me” - or better yet, let’s call her “my joy-self” — a vivid projection of my own consciousness that cuts right through the waffling and indecision. She knows what I want, knows what I need, and she’s so determined to TELL ME that she appears before my eyes. When my joy-self shows up, she’s come to alter my course.

How strange, then, that her second appearance wasn’t about a life-changing yoga training. It was about a glass of water. What was going on?

Follow. Do as she does.

Oh, of course, I realized. This is a lesson. The guides are showing me something.

Follow. Do as she does.

Okay. I walked from counter to sink. I filled a glass. I drank. Now what?

A memory flashed. It was years ago. I was at Panera Bread working on my first book, Sea of Miracles while my children were in school. Or maybe I was reading mail for the magazine column. Either way, I was writing about miracles. That’s what I did for a living back then.

Anyway, I was thirsty so I got up to pour myself more iced tea. I drank it by the gallon back then. Black tea. No ice. And they’d just put out a new batch.

I filled a tumbler with warm, recently brewed black tea and…

“Too much tea isn’t good for you,” the man beside me, a perfect stranger, said. “You should drink water. I drink mine with a squeeze of lemon. Your body will thank you. Have water. Then, drink the tea. All the tea you want but water first.”

He spoke with such authority - a familiar authority. Who was he? There was something about him, it was as if he knew me. Did he? Know me? I turned to face him.

Wow, he was odd looking. Messy pile of greying hair. Flip flops. Hawaiian shirt. plaid shorts. Strange look for winter in New Jersey.

Because I’d been reading angel letters for several years, I knew that angels can take human form and that, when they do, they often choose ridiculous clothing. Weird hats. Period costumes. Flip-flops in winter.

Maybe they do this to get our attention. Maybe they just have no clue how clothing works. Whatever their reasons, weird garb is a hallmark of encounters with embodied angels. Another hallmark: they disappear. They are standing there, lecturing you about water. You look down - only for a moment - and they’re gone.

Like the stranger in the Hawaiian shirt. He was there. He was gone. Oh, I realized. I just had a visit from the angels.

So, why did this story pop into my mind as I was telling you the other one. Because the angels have been after me for YEARS about water. A single glass of water.

I am 29 years old. I am with world-famous psychic MB Dykshoorn. I have come to ask him: Will I ever have a baby? One of the first things he tells me is: “You need to drink more water. You are so dry.”

In fact, before I go any further. Give me a sec. I need to get a glass of water.

These memories and visions - the woman by the sink, the woman at the yoga studio, are messages from the angels AND they are projections of my own consciousness. They are images of a joy-self, the image of a woman making a clear choice.

• The first time, my joy-self led me to say yes to the yoga teacher training even though another part of me said: It’s too late.

• The second time, my joy-self led me to drink a glass of water; even though tea - and not water - was her habit in the morning.

What’s the difference between these two me’s?

One follows joy and one says, Oh well. Who cares?
One trusts guidance. The other one, meh.

Which one am I?

I am the one who contains them both. I am the one who chooses which to follow: the Joy-Self or the Meh-Self. Whichever image I choose, I will become her. This is how it happens. Follow Joy or follow Meh.

What other choices are here?

Take a walk in the farm or… meh? It’s too cold.

Start a new class on Sundays? or . . .meh, it’s too hard.
Go back to Chartres in August or . . . meh, I don’t have the money, the time.
Grant myself a Personal PhD or . . . meh, no one will believe me.
Live in California for half the year or . . . meh, I can’t figure out how.

Things that look like obstacles when viewed through the eyes of the MEH-Self become invitations when we see them through the eyes of joy. When we CHOOSE choose them rather than letting them haunt us 

Today,I followed the image of the possible me all day. I drank a glass of water. Then, I moved my body as she moved hers. I ate what she ate. I loved what she loved.

She led me well. She led me here. To this moment.

I trust her to guide me - toward joy. Just as I trust the other me toward meh.

I follow the image that I want to make real. It’s up to me. I’m free.

The Guides say,

Every moment offers choice. Every choice is a branch. The world branches endlessly. bifurcating, diverging at endless forks in the road. All things are always in process, always changing. All creation is endlessly transforming, branching. Which way will you choose?

Play. Dance. Let joy have you.

When you engage the flow of joy, you illuminate your life. You become joy. You become flow, love emerging. Now that you have tasted who you are and what you are, allow that to flow - let the love that you are become your way, your work, your life. Play with time. Dance with mastery. Learn to ride the tides of your own emotions.

Engage uncertainty. Let it lead you to the electric fence inside yourself - the fear and anxiety that has held you back. Re-engage and flow past it. Seeing that fence for what it is - illusion. Seeing that electricity for what it is - your power, the flow of life force moving. The sparkle of life force, inviting.

As your body knows what to do with water - it knows what to do with power. Let it flow.

All of this began with a vision. A woman, drinking a glass of water. All of this flowed, as everything flows, from an image and from that image, a choice.

Flow the dream into an image. Follow the image into the world you want to live in. Step inside that world and live the life you have dreamed.

Follow the image of joy.

There is nothing complicated about this. No story to tell. Nothing can hold us separate from the circle. Not really. We occupy the space of love by stepping into the circle.

What surprised me was the location of the circle: the center of my body.

I practiced stepping into and out of the circle. I felt the difference, in my body, of being inside the circle of love and being outside of it.

The circle is always there - always calling to me from the space of love.
Inviting me to come inside and stand inside the circle, the space, of love.

Love is always looking for itself in me, in you, in everything.
Such is the nature of love.

The circle is a dream, an image.
It is also an illusion. One that I may use to separate love from not-love.

As I woke, I saw that everything, even the space outside of the circle, is inside the circle of love.

The circle is needed so that the mind can find its way to love.
The circle is the mind, trying to understand the language of the heart - a wordless language which can only be felt. A language which the mind will translate into circles so that it can step inside.

This brings tears to my eyes and makes me love the mind, the beautiful and willing mind, even more. Even when the mind gets tangled up in concepts, even when it believes it is being held outside of the circle of love, mind is inside. Like everything else. Nothing is exiled. Nothing is separate. Widen the circle.

This is best understood somatically, through the body’s experience.
Here’s an exercise to play with.

Invitation:

Locate the circle of love. Find it at the center of your heart. Feel it there, a circle of love inside of your own body. Imagine you can shrink down and step inside of the circle. Step right in there - through the center of your own chest. Place your hand over the breastbone at the center of your rib cage. That’s the spot. Feel a circle of love blooming there, underneath your hand.

Once you locate the circle of love, practice stepping into and out of this space.
Step inside the circle and stay there.
Stay there as you prepare your coffee.
Stay there as you go about your day.
Stay there as long as you can.
If you notice you are not there, go back in.

What if you stayed there forever?

For more than a decade, I have been receiving messages from The Guides — angelic guardians of the field of love and blessing. I write them down. This is where they live.

If you found your way here, they were probably expecting you.

Read: Who are the Guides?

Start here:
BOOK ONE: We are here with you
On Love, Joy, and Choosing the World We Live In
—A Journey from Fear to Freedom

“Angels are real and we are here with you.”

Read Book Two: On Holiness and Making Sacred the World
Integrating the Flow Transmissions into a real human life

“Imagine yourself centered within a golden egg, grounded to the heart of the Earth and to the heart of the cosmos.”

Book Three, I Am the Enchanted One

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2023

• The Temple of the Rose (4-9-2023)
  No matter what faith tradition you follow, you are welcome. You are always welcome here. All dwell in the temple already. It is only a matter of opening your eyes.

• You are loved. You are blessed. You are already perfect. Nothing you do (or don't do) can exile you. (12-6-2023)
  Do not become enmeshed in an argument with this body - this form. Simply be with it, as you would be with a friend who has walked with you for a while.

• We sing and those who can hear us are invited to listen, or sing along. (12-8-2023)
  … we are that one primordial song singing itself. We are the way. And there is no other way. And we are not a religion, and we are not a philosophy. There is nothing memorize. No text book. No teaching. We are simply the way of life moving, flowing.

2024

• These fearful thoughts are not yours. As you move through this time of turmoil, we are surrounding you in blessing. (2-8-2024)
  As you move through this process, know that both sides of this argument are fighting for an old story. Know that something new - a new story and a new world - is being born.

• "I am not a being with a face. I am not an angel with wings. These images are representations of me yet I am more than what they convey and I am not limited by them - except in your perception." (5-26-2024)
  I am visited by the Archangel Raphael and schooled (yet again) about our relationship with the angels

  

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