The soul chooses its parents and grandparents about three years before birth. This might not make logical sense, as the parents might not have even met yet, but the soul is only interested in having experiences to enrich its wisdom and growth.
This is Amma, the Divine Mother of the divine mothers, and I am your mother. A blessed and wonderful day to you. Let’s talk about rest. As you might know, this one I speak through has completed a time of much-needed rest.
Pat: These cosmic intelligences, the black lightbeings, specialize in clearing, formatting, and upgrading the causal body. They are newly reactivated on this planet to help fast-forward the shift for those who are ready to transform and transmute
A number of Agents of the Light have connections to the seas. The first to address this question is Thalassa. She represents the reflective surface of the seas, and she has a heartfelt interest in the preservation of the mammals and other species who reside within them.
Therese: The vision I see is of a huge cottonwood tree standing strong and tall, reaching for the sky. White Buffalo Calf Woman stands beside the tree, holding her hands out to all who read these words.
Angel Ariel: Great change is afoot. We have, let us say, walked through many doorways into the New Earth as you experiment with your new gifts and the fluidity of these times. Some bridges are being taken away.
Many of you reading this message celebrate the independence of a nation this month and the freedom that independence represents. All humans dream of freedom. You pray for freedom and do anything to give yourselves a taste of personal freedom, sometimes at a large cost to yourself and others.
Greetings, beloved beacon of light. I am Archangel Metatron. I come forth to surround and embrace you with the love of the angelic kingdom. Please know that we are present to support and assist you in any area of your spiritual evolution and physical reality
Marilyn: Thinking of July brings memories of family picnics on the Fourth: my uncle cooking burgers and hot dogs in his backyard and me writing my name in the air with sparklers. Ah, the freedom of a simpler time of life.
