My dear friends, we love you so very much,

There are many situations in life when you can be fairly certain of the outcome of your choices. If you do “X” you know you will get “Y.” If you touch a hot stove, you will burn your fingers. If you attempt a kind conversation with an unkind soul it is unlikely to turn out differently. If you plant roses and water them, they are likely to reward you with beautiful blossoms! If you get on the road with the right set of directions you are likely to arrive at your destination. 

However, not everything in life is within your control, and most human beings find that a source of great agony. Instead, it can be a source of great joy! Rejoice! You do not have to control everything in your life! If you get in your car and find there is a detour on the road, or if you aim a certain direction in life and God steers you in a different one, rejoice! There is something better than you even dreamed or imagined. Trust, dear ones. Trust that you can make wise choices, based on what you know, but when you choose from the heart, then you will be assured of the best possible outcomes in life. 

It is human nature when you “hit a detour” to feel you have failed or life has failed you. Your heart guides you into a relationship that doesn’t work and you start to give up on every finding love. Your heart guides you into a business partnership but it doesn’t go the way you want and you start giving up on the vision you had for your career. Instead dear ones, trust. Trust that the power that moves the stars in the heavens is taking you on a journey where the only destination IS love, self expression, joy, and an abundant experience of life. 

Keep your heart open. Keep listening to your heart. In almost every fairy tale and archetypal myth, there is a grand vision at the beginning, unexpected twists and turns of fate, seemingly insurmountable obstacles, and then a wondrous and beautiful plan emerges until the main character finds himself or herself arriving at a happy ending. If you keep trusting in God, in life, in love, and in your own heart, then you will have not just a happy ending, but a happy life that continues on into eternity. 

God Bless You! We love you so very much. 
-- The Angels

Message From Ann

One of my favorite country songs is “God Bless the Broken Road” because it talks about how every perceived failure, every tough relationship, every thing on the path leads to love. From my own life experience this is true beyond measure. I spent four years in college and eight in a career I didn’t love and yet the skills I learned there enabled me to live in a grounded way and support myself while having my head in “the clouds” talking to angels most of the time! I lost a marriage, a home, a life and found my soul. I spent a decade in really tough and abusive relationships and as a result, learned to learn to truly love myself and help others do the same. I spent four years nearly killing myself taking care of my aging dogs and found a strength and ability to love that was so beautiful I am still moved to tears by the gift I was given. 

Often life doesn’t look the way we want. Sometimes we make choices that hurt us. Sometimes other bring their dark and nasty energy into our space. But if we just keep choosing love, choosing to keep our hearts open, at least to ourselves, then we are guided, as the angels say, into streams of grace and back to a greater love. 

I once had a night in which my entire support structure fell apart within minutes. I had been guided to meditate and do a kind of life review in which the angels asked me to look at my life and appreciate everything and everyone in it. I went out that night and sat under the moon by the swimming pool, shut my eyes and went into a state of being very much like we do in the afterlife, where key points in my life flashed before my eyes and I witnessed them all with gratitude and grace. I felt wonderful! Life felt beautiful! By the time I finished, I was humming with life and grateful for everyone and everything in it. 

I went to answer emails and in the next five minutes discovered that almost everyone in a group of people I considered dear friends had been talking behind my back, judging me and my work. In the very next email I discovered that my other primary group of friends was judging and criticizing me for the fact that I had chosen to heal my soul before I focused on the healing of a physical condition. My emotional world, which only minutes before had been at an all time high, crumbled into pieces.

To make a long story short, misunderstandings were healed with difficult but honest conversations. My real friends stayed in my life. We became more authentic and deeply honest, and as a result, more loving. Those individuals with whom I could no longer resonate with, fell away. Did I grieve? Yes, absolutely, I grieved. But at the same time my life became cleaner, clearer, and more filled with authentic love. 

I am blessed right now to be feeling wonderful in my life. I’ve had all sorts of illnesses, betrayals, disappointments, and incredible, unthinkable darkness aimed at me. I've made plenty of what we call "mistakes" and had more than my share of what we call "failures." (The angels call these learning experiences!) However, no matter what was going on I always turned back to the fact that God was there, the angels were there, and love was there, just waiting for me to sincerely ask for help. All I had to do to get back into the streams of grace was to keep my heart open and choose love again and again and again, for myself first, then for all involved. 

As our mental muscles becomes stronger, the trials pass more quickly, the darkness does not beat us down, and our "mistakes" and "failures" no longer become just cause for us to crucify ourselves. Thee disappointments and betrayals become nothing more than a broken glass of water to be cleaned up and swept away... to make room for the love that is always there; the Divine Love that is just waiting to be poured into a new and beautiful container in our lives. 

Love you all! 
Have a blessed week
Ann