Up Here the Air is Clear
Giraffe had been patiently waiting for several days to chat. I could see her and sensed her presence many times, but I was dealing with some empath stuff that took time and energy to work through. I could tell that Giraffe would have something loving to share, but I needed to be more present so I could hear her messages and hopefully begin to feel the love that Biscuit had mentioned in my last journal entry.
I believed Giraffe would be the one to speak with, but I asked if any animals would like to talk with me anyway, just as I had when I’d started the 30-day animal communication challenge over 60 days ago. 😊 I saw Giraffe come forward and then…
I heard something from a mysterious place within me:
We can’t rush linear time.
As I started to type that last sentence, I felt something shift. I waited with as much patience as I had in me, sifting through alternate voices that wanted to come through. I wanted truth and wanted to hurry too, so this caused some dissonance. While I waited, I felt myself shiver, which usually means something wonderful is happening for me in the higher realms, or that some thought I had is being Divinely confirmed. I didn’t know quite what was going on, but I was happy and grateful, and my energy started leveling out while my vibration rose.
Things were quiet for quite a while. But not really. I was taken to “Heaven” again, which I saw through a psychic vision, and this time I was waiting on a cloud right outside the gates. But I didn’t feel locked out, as I did another time. I saw myself sitting there with what looked like a reporter’s notebook, ready as always to jot down anything that could possibly help others or myself on our spiritual/human journeys. What I heard, though, were sentences, bits and pieces of messages, but through a lower-vibrational voice. This is similar to what I often hear in my head, where as an empath and channel, I connect with thoughts others put out into our world. They make sense but aren’t usually offered with a voice of kindness, gentleness, or much compassion. I’m used to it but it’s not who I am. I recognize it as not mine, but after hearing something for so long, I occasionally (okay, often) mistake it as though they’re voices I’m supposed to hear, thoughts that are “useful” and “important.” Society’s messages. Listening to something enough will at times confuse an open heart, who wants to remain loving and respectful of all beings.
But God’s voice sounds different to me. And angels feel different. Love is something that lifts me up, and this steps down on me. It squashes my internal knowing and creates conflict, chaos, depression, and fear. And disempowerment. It makes me feel like I can never be enough, brings unexplained feelings of panic and dread when there’s no logical reason, and it rotates through cycles of abuse, when what I’m here on Earth to do is to help free myself and others like me, who want to connect with love and magic.
Happiness Can Stop Time
The longer I sat on this cloud, the more I noticed my heart chakra was actually happy. It seemed to be paying attention to something else: Love. When I focused on that, the distraction of the noise and lower, angry, and frustrated voices slightly dimmed. They were there but not as present. I felt happy! I realized there’s more to me than just my human body in this or any reality. The energy shift jogged a memory within some part of me. I somehow understood that I am everywhere, and this human experience, me as a person or anyone living their lives on Earth, is a tiny speck in the body of who we really are. I focused on this awareness and wondered why we let so many little things drown us in sorrow and upheaval instead of feeling intense joy and pleasure in understanding our grandness?
I was going to type more but couldn’t for a moment. The heart happiness stopped me. Like, literally kept me from working so I could sit with peace instead. I felt chills once more and thought of Giraffe.
“You asked,” she said simply and wonderfully.
I don’t know how the magic happened. It just…appeared. A gift. ☆¸.•°☆¸.•°☆¸.•°
I’d wanted a Divine experience and this was given to me. All the animals we speak with are also part of the Divine, specks of God, images with which we work so we can hear things we may be reluctant to admit or let through other ways. This very moment, the clock says 1:11, an angel number. And I see 100% at the top of my computer, showing me the battery power, but also signaling something more meaningful.
“You didn’t need an explanation,” Giraffe offers. “You needed an experience.” She shifts energy so I can feel a quivering vibration in my eyes, letting me know the way we see things is important.
Because of who she is, once more she shows me a higher view the giraffe takes, with the neck way above other animals who travel by land. She sees things from a different perspective. That’s the advantage to having a neck the size of hers, but that was only the main message she would’ve shared, if I didn’t get a trip to Heaven.
I’m glad I got the trip.
“When you ask for miracles,” I’m told, “that’s what you’ll receive.” 💕
They just usually go by Divine timing, and perhaps the recognition of it in linear time is what’s missing.
That’s all I’m going to say today about this. It’s important to sit with the energy of my heart, so I’ll trust that any miracles that are meant to show up for anyone reading this will somehow make their way there.
Be blessed and rise above, whenever you can. There’s magic in your life too! Maybe we just need to change our view of what’s possible and be ready for adventure?
© 10/5/16 by Angel-Rose Coen.
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