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Our biological imperative is to grow and thrive. We are programmed to bud and bloom. We see this exemplified throughout nature. A rose grows in a sandy desert seemingly devoid of water. Flowers burst through cracks in the concrete. Sea creatures make habitats from our refuse.

What do the angels say about “when it’s time to go, it’s time to go”? Is this all known beforehand? Is the time of death known before birth or after we’re born?

— Aubrey, Dickinson, ND

Welcome to the Gentle Way. This easy yet powerful modality will raise your vibrational level, which is also called ascension. It will keep you on your soul path, or soul contract, which you chose before this life for the most challenges, the most growth, and the most education for your soul.

Diiyin’s note: We stand at the edge of reality and watch as the energy of life is elevated. The newly fitted time dynamic of the fifth world unfurls with innocence and appears satisfactory for the next leg of our journey.

I dreamed I had my two dogs on a leash, and we were walking into a building. A lady pushed the door open as I was reaching for the knob, and an arm came from behind me to hold it open. I felt that it was my deceased husband. The lady had wooden glasses on.

I have been flat chested all my life. I can barely fill an A cup. What is this about, and is there anything I can do to grow breasts other than surgery? All the women in my family have large breasts, so I don’t think it’s genetic.

Years ago, the spirits told me that every person born has the capacity to heal the world singlehandedly. That means that we have remarkable powers.

I’m wondering what I should do to become more mentally and emotionally stable.

— Katja S.

I found three pussycats — Sprite, Pixie, and Ginger — freezing and huddled by our back door in January. After much hesitation — as we would have to find a way to feed them vegetarian like us (and we did!) — we took them in.

It is natural to give and receive love, but much of the time, we make it so difficult and complicated that we miss the simple pleasure of allowing ourselves to be lovable.