A Season of Love

merry christmas

I am visiting with family to celebrate Christmas.    During this time of celebration, love and compassion is bountiful.  This is a season of love.  Through this blog I have friends from many different cultures and I am honored to have a connection with all of you. Creating this blog gives me a medium to express my beliefs and share my love.  I wish for you what you wish for yourselves and may you continue to be guided by that voice within. Merry Christmas!


Messages From Behind The Veil


I believe our loved ones on the other side of the veil communicate with us in different ways.  If we’re open and pay attention, we can receive their messages.

A co-worker’s grandfather crossed-over in November.  About two weeks after his departure my co-worker began to experience issues in her home with lights flickering off and on.  Earlier this week, she was blow drying her hair and the electricity went out.  She did not have anything else plugged in and she has never had that happen before.  When she told me what happened, I thought of her grandfather.  I told her he was probably trying to communicate with her.  He wanted her to know he is around.  There are no coincidences.

It is very difficult for disembodied souls to contact us.  They have to lower their vibration in order to come into our plan.  It is easier for them to connect with us during dream time then it is to manifest in our sphere.  If we wish to communicate with a loved one who has crossed-over, we can set our intention to do so before going to sleep.

My co-worker had another experience.  A few weeks after her beloved dog Jack departed this Earth, she heard him in her home.  She has hardwood floors in her living room and when Jack was alive, she would hear him walking because of his nails hitting the floor.  One night she was in her bedroom when she heard that familiar sound of Jack’s nails on the hardwood floors.  It unnerved her to hear the sound coming from downstairs.  After investigating, she found everything in order.  She had that experience a few times after Jack’s death.

Personally, just last week, I was on my laptop in my bedroom.  The TV was on but I wasn’t watching it.  For some reason, I looked up at the TV and saw three men sitting around a grave honoring their friend who had just died.  I directed my attention to the headstone and it read Joseph Walker.  My step-father’s name is Joseph Walker and he crossed over December 2011.  I smiled to myself and thought, Hello Pawpaw, I got your message. I miss you and love you.  He was letting me know he is around.  I could say “what a coincidence,” but I know better. : )

I have a sister who departed last year in March. Grieving for her had been really hard.  I miss her dearly. Initially after her death, I saw an orb in my living room and I knew it was she.  I saw her in my dream twice.  But, I had not received any communication from her in months. Not being able to communicate with her made my grieving harder.  About a month ago, I asked her to visit me.  I felt if I could talk to her or just see her, I could get past the grieving.  She visited me in my dream a few days after I made the request.  I was so happy to see her.  In my dream, I was visiting someone and I needed to leave and go home.  When I arrived at my house I walked up a few short steps and unlocked the door.  When the door opened, she was standing there.  I felt so much joy to see her.  I grabbed her hands and I was surprised that her hands were warm. In my dream I knew she was in Spirit and I expected her hands to feel cold.  I was definitely aware of the situation.  I could hardly contain my excitement seeing her and holding her hands.  She was beautiful.  She wore a two-piece garment with a scarf over her right shoulder.  The colors seemed to be shades of blue.  She told me she was happy to see me.  Nothing else was said.  We stood there holding hands. I noticed that the room we were standing in was big and circular, with windows everywhere, hardwood floors and a staircase in the middle of the room that seemed to go on and on.  Since my sister visited with me my grieving seems to have subsided. I am grateful for her visit.

I believe our love ones communicate with us all the time from the other side of the veil.  Sometimes they get our attention in subtle ways and other times in big ways.  We just need to pay attention.

Love, light and blessings


A Poem for Nelson Mandela



Here where I live it is Sunday.
From my room I hear black
children playing between houses
and the El at a Sabbath rattle.
I smell barbecue from every direction
and hear black hands tolling church bells,
hear wind hissing through elm trees
through dry grasses
On a rooftop of a prison
in South Africa Nelson Mandela
tends garden and has a birthday,
as my Jamaican grandfather in Harlem, New York
raises tomatoes and turns ninety-one.
I have taken touch for granted: my grandfather’s hands,
his shoulders, his pajamas which smell of vitamin pills.
I have taken a lover’s touch for granted,
recall my lover’s touch from this morning
as Mandela’s wife pulls memories through years
and years
my life is black and filled with fortune.
Nelson Mandela is with me because I believe
in symbols; symbols bear power; symbols demand
power; and that is how a nation
follows a man who leads from prison
and cannot speak to them. Nelson Mandela
is with me because I am a black girl
who honors her elders, who loves
her grandfather, who is a black daughter
as Mandela’s daughters are black
daughters. This is Philadelphia
and I see this Sunday clean.


Elizabeth Alexander is a poet, essayist, playwright, and teacher. She has published six books of poems: The Venus Hottentot (1990), Body of Life (1996), Antebellum Dream Book (2001), American Sublime (2005)—which was one of three finalists for the Pulitzer Prize and was one of the American Library Association’s “Notable Books of the Year,” Miss Crandall’s School for Young Ladies and Little Misses of Color—her first young adult collection, co-authored with Marilyn Nelson (2008 Connecticut Book Award), and her most recent book Crave Radiance: New and Selected Poems 1990-2010 (2010 Paterson Prize for Poetry). Her two collections of essays are The Black Interior (2004) and Power and Possibility (2007), and her play, “Diva Studies,” was produced at the Yale School of Drama. She has also composed words for musical projects with composers Elena Ruehr and Lewis Spratlan.

In 2009, she composed and delivered “Praise Song for the Day” for the first inauguration of President Barack Obama. The poem was later adapted into a children’s book with illustrations by Caldecott Medalist David Diaz and released in March 2012. Her poems are included in dozens of collections and have been translated into several languages including Spanish, German, Italian, Arabic and Bengali.

Professor Alexander is one of the first recipients of the Alphonse Fletcher, Sr. Fellowship for work that “contributes to improving race relations in American society and furthers the broad social goals of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown v. Board of Education decision of 1954.” She is the 2007 recipient of the first Jackson Prize for Poetry, awarded by Poets and Writers. Most recently, she was named an Anisfield-Wolf Book Award winner for her lifetime achievement in poetry. She is the Thomas E. Donnelley Professor of African American Studies and the chair of the African American Studies Department.

❅❄** Surviving Winter **❄❅

This is a very good poem. I like how it’s presented!
Love, light and laughter

My Voyage Through Time

Frost moved in with
stealth and strength.
The warmth she knew
receded into snowy
stars which were
shunned at Heaven’s
gate. With each frozen
breath, her chest grew
weary. Beads of iced
tears sparkled on her
lashes. She hoped the
green grass and Aries
moon could survive
the call of winter.
by Felicia Lujan
December 9, 2013

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Where the Hell is Matt? 2012

I love this video by Matt Harding.  We are all connected all around the world!

Love, light and blessings


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the Contemporary Evil

This is a powerful poem.  I hope you enjoy it.

Love, light and blessings




By:  Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am tired, of you

I am tired of you and those like you
Taking away without re-precautions
Lurking, using your authority to get away
Surfing to the light as if nothing has taken place

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Hiding behind peacock feathers, beautiful colors
Disguise that fools everyone, including you
Contemplating when would be your next fix
You walk among us smiling, breathing, laughing
As if nothing is out of the ordinary, just another day
Your life mirrors what everyone knows yet refuses to act on
Refuses to stand up, shout no more
Rise above, fight against you

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Vociferando lies, fables that continues to weave the shield that protects you
With every call a menace is release upon us
Trusting we wait, hope opens the doors
Suddenly; pitch black
She said, he said

I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
Hiding behind the oldest, largest legal gang of the world
Oath to protect and served
Unbalanced, to find minimum to no protecting, serving
Deaf ears to what she said, experienced, lost
Struck not once but twice within the same moment
Entrust with life, not enough to be heardI am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you
My skin opens, bleeds with every news of your protected lifestyle
Your privilege life hiding behind the color blue
Walking along a white man’s anthem
As old as the blues
Weeps uncontrollably my skin
Not seen, not heard, nor spoken
Swept under the rug my pain, her lost and unfortunately her inheritance
Mind, I can be your grandmother, mother, sister, daughter
Don’t fix upon me the undesired, unwanted
I am tired
Aren’t you?

Message from SaLuSa, Lord Ahstar and my other guardian angels, and guides – 6 Dec. 2013 by Multidimensional Ocean.

This message really resonates with me.
Love, light and blessings


Multidimensional Ocean


imagesAtlantis / Other planets life span

We encourage you to continue keep the faith in these increasingly difficult times, dear ones.

You are coming to a time when your true identity will be revealed to you at last. It will come to you as evident that so many among you are not from this beautiful planet originally.

You will receive communications from us, through dreams, or through your higher self about your star origins.

Many of you already know of their star families, and of the many lives that you have lead among the immense and powerful Galactic Community of love and light beings.

In actual fact, the majority of you had many lives on many planets, among various species, and have chosen to let go of those lives when the time for you to leave the planet felt right.

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