Blessings

As Passover comes to a close, I sense a shift in the portal of energy. Last night, I stood outside, waiting for a sign that the lingering heaviness had lifted, yet I could still feel its weight pressing down from above.

The darkness descended like a heavy shroud, cloaking everything in an oppressive silence that seeped into my bones, weighing down my spirit with an unshakable sorrow. In that suffocating gloom, I yearned for understanding—something beyond the veil of what I could see or feel. I called upon the Lord, a whispering voice that beckoned from the shadows, to translate the trembling vibrations I was sensing.

It told me that these signals were the echoes of countless souls—woven together into a vast, tangled symphony. Dreams spun by the sleeping, restless minds; those awake in the dead of night, haunted by loneliness or mischief; malevolent shadows lurking in the forgotten corners of the world—hidden, yet ever-present. A dark chorus that concealed truths too unsettling to face directly. The Lord revealed to me many chaotic and destructive things that were happening on earth around this holiday as well, that would bring challenges to others. How sad. But then I thought about how blessed we all are.

And then it revealed a greater presence—an ancient, spiritual force, colossal and unfathomable, drifting silently across the globe. Its passage was slow, deliberate, approaching the final moments of its journey—an ending, but for some of us, a beginning.

As it moved, the air grew thick with anticipation, and the boundary between the seen and unseen blurred into a whisper of what lay beyond.

But even in those moments, my heart was instead drawn to contemplate beautiful things. I reflected on the journey of life—how people come and go through the chapters of our soul’s story, each one leaving their mark in the book of our existence. I thought about the moments of hardship intertwined with those of joy. And my thoughts turned especially to family.

But what is family, really? Living here day-to-day in solitude, I find comfort in my two little ones, while my older children have grown and gone their own ways. Though I see them still, sometimes I perceive them lost in their own worlds—an experience familiar to many adults. Yet my life feels different. I dwell in a spiritual realm, floating above, hovering in between, observing life from a higher ethereal point. I see the thoughts and hearts of every person, witnessing the flowing chaos of our world.

This perspective made me think of all the loved ones I’ve lost—those who have transitioned into the afterlife or simply moved on along their journey. I am grateful that God has been my steadfast friend since childhood. When I was alone, without many trustworthy companions, He told me to create my own family. As I grew older, I encountered like-minded souls—those yearning for knowledge and truth. Through this divine guidance, I met many who became beloved friends, loved with all my heart.

My journey is uniquely mine because, unlike most, I love in the spiritual realm. I have friends who live miles away, whom I’ve only met once in person, yet I love them just as deeply as my children beside me. I often wonder why humans can’t love in this way—why love doesn’t always manifest in the same form. Even if I don’t receive love in return, I cherish my ability to love many. But love can sometimes bring pain, can’t it? Perhaps, yet even through that pain, this is a time of renewal—a sacred beginning of a new year, a conscious opportunity to choose a different path tomorrow. A single step can alter your life entirely in the coming days.

So why not embrace that possibility? Why not make life a beautiful journey worthy of love? Why not rejoice in every blessing God places along your path, thanking Him for each gift?

We all originate from the same divine light—higher or lower, on this earth or another. Every person matters; each life is a precious gift.

Many people choose themselves over God, over their friends—focusing only on what is immediately before them, believing that something must be tangible to truly exist. I’ve heard it said in science that if you don’t see it, it isn’t real. Yet, I know this isn’t the full truth. I understand that the spirit is invisible, but it is just as real—alive in the vibrations, in the light that surrounds us every day. These energies are ethereal, beyond sight but undeniably present. I mean, I have relied on many spiritual beings for guidance and as friends, and they’re not physical, nor are they here, but dwelling in a heavenly abode, somewhere between space and time.

While some rely on voice, face, or technology to connect, I trust in a different kind of sight—the sight given through the Holy Ghost. It’s a web of light that reaches beyond the physical, a divine connection capable of accessing all truths. I have seen your past, your thoughts in quiet moments, your journey toward God, and even the mistakes you've made along the way—without ever being physically present.

For many of you, I know you more deeply than even your own families do. And to me, that has always been the most profound experience—being able to perceive, to understand, and to feel the unseen threads that bind us all. It’s a gift I cherish, and a reminder that the greatest truths are often hidden just beyond what the eye can see.

For me, I felt something so much more even beyond the heaviness of the spiritual being that left a remnant in the sky. I felt so much joy. Knowing that in the experience that I’ve had, it’s been the greatest gift. Many people search for riches, others search for love, and for me, my greatest treasure was being able to find people in the world that actually cared about being good. And I found that in a lot of people.

As I felt the heaviness in the air, I realized that the sadness was not mine but the collective sorrow of others. How many could avoid loneliness if they saw things through this divine lens? How many focus on what’s wrong instead of the good, living weighed down by burdens and stress? We have so much to be grateful for. Heaven not only saved many of you, but love you unconditionally, and have brought us all together in this beautiful story of life.

Easter symbolizes rebirth—an awakening of the spirit at the core of who we are. During this angelic, sacred year, as Passover’s energy fades, there is a profound opportunity for many to open themselves to the holiness of God's Spirit. The door is wide open for souls to invite divine light into their being, balancing mind and heart, illuminating their spirits with the brightest sunlight—carrying them beyond chaos and struggle into a realm of heavenly bliss. It’s a choice—how they decide to be reborn from this sacred threshold. To be reborn with love, not only for yourselves and the tears of ways, but for others unforgotten. It’s very important to have that love because it is the greatest gift that God has given us, which no other person has the capability of feeling, because they cannot comprehend it. For them seeing is believing, while those who embrace the love of God, only need feel it. And for those like myself who do, we can feel the same about others, even if they’re not right by our side.

I hope this message stirs deep inspiration and reflection within you. Above all, I want you to know that someone out there loves you more than words can express. For this new year ahead, I pray that many of you choose to be reborn into the greatest versions of yourselves—or at least continue along that divine path. Let your soul’s light shine brightly, a beacon of joy to the world, harmonizing your thoughts and heart in understanding. Use the wisdom shared here to see the world as I do—and as God does—that you are your thoughts, your feelings. The world does not define who you are or who you will become. Only you hold that power. Embrace yourself fully—love even the parts you wish to change—and let that love fuel your rebirth into truth.

Make your life a reflection of your deepest dreams. Happy holidays to all. For me, I celebrate the angelic new year from mid-April to mid-May—a time of renewal and spiritual awakening, one of the most sacred and cherished holidays in my heart. It’s especially meaningful after Passover’s energy, a reminder of how precious it is that God remains with us amid the chaos of today’s world. Remember how truly special you all are.

We are truly blessed—a wonderful time to begin the new year, filled with hope and the promise of new beginnings. As we move forward, guided by our hopes and dreams, let us remember to be thankful every step of the way, knowing that God’s gentle smile is upon us.

Let that love for others be your guiding light, illuminating the path toward fulfilling your goals this year. Even amidst the darkness I experience during Passover, I see a great and radiant light shining through. I hope you will take note of this—especially when challenges arise on your journey—and remember to look toward the brighter side of life.

While it’s important to be aware of the world’s duality, you don’t have to dwell on the negative. Instead, choose to shape your life into what you desire it to be. Above all, carry love in your heart—because love will always help you make the best choices, and guide you toward peace and fulfillment.

May this year be filled with light, love, and the courage to create the life you envision.