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Saturday, October 6, 2018

Hello everyone!  This is indeed a very energetically charged time we are living in. With that being said, I felt very moved to post these words for you, words to remember ALWAYS:


You Matter. Every single one of you reading this, matter. When you have a fleeting thought about how you are insignificant, how you think no one would miss you, or no one needs you...…
WE ALL NEED YOU. Think about the quiet pond that looks like a sheet of glass. And then the tiniest drop of rain, or small piece of leaf hits that sheet of glass...what happens? A ripple. A ripple that moves through and out into the entirety of that pond. That is YOU. YOU are a ripple that moves through and out into the entirety of EVERYTHING. Whether it is a positive thought, an encouraging word, a hug, a smile, or simply your presence...WE NEED YOUR RIPPLE. This world needs every ripple it can get. 
We need YOU.

Please take the time for self-care. A few moments of your favorite music, a meditation, a massage, a walk in the woods...whatever YOU need to love yourself...DO IT.  We all need YOU. 💜






Many Blessings and Take Care, 

Brenda

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Hello again!  I want to share with you some of the specific messages I have received from Spirit for the Inspired Writing class at Santosha in Williamsville.  This first one came in the form of a prayer. 


Spirit be my compass.
Angels light the way.
Point me towards my true North,
To serve your will this day.
Brenda Reading

The message comes from Spirit, then I let the meditation exercises flow and write them for each class. It has been amazing and wonderful how the messages and meditations seem to be a "perfect fit" for the highest and best good of the people that attend class.  

"In those times of despair and self-doubt,
Go deep…Look inside.
You will see the essence of God…
And you will remember who You truly are.
And you will be strong…and you will be brave…
And most of all…You will be loved."

Each class we have two guided meditations. You are encouraged to write down everything you experience in these "journeys", and then if you wish, to share with the group. We have had tears, laughter, healing, and great insights.  It has been an honor for me leading this class for you.

"Like a child playing in the soft, summer rain
Feel the droplets trickle down your arms and legs
Feel the joy and simplicity of the water as it gently hits your skin
Feel your cares and worries begin to fade
Give them all to me.  I will wash them away."



"Honor and respect the “shoes” of others,
For their walk is theirs’ alone.
Though the paths taken may be different,
Where they lead is all the same.
They lead to Me."



Thank you for taking the time to read these messages I have received.

Next class dates are Mon. 3/26, Mon. 4/23, and Mon. 5/21
7 pm. Santosha 22 Lafayette, Williamsville NY. 

So grateful,

Brenda






Tuesday, January 2, 2018

I think this is worth re-posting......


If You Only Knew....



If you only knew, that the Holy Spirit of God dwells within You, how would that change YOUR world.....




Artwork by Daniel B. Holeman

Sunday, August 6, 2017

The Bracelet




My day was to be relatively normal…normal for me may not be normal for you.  A reading with a client, a haircut, then home. I began my day as I woke up like most days, my prayer of thanks for even waking up.  Then gratitude for having Spirit work through me, asking to help myself and to help others.

As I dressed for the day, I had found a bracelet that I was given a few years ago, when my friend Jill and I had opened our healing center.  My husband and I had recently purchased a home and moved, and my bracelet was still in the “moving” box, packed away back in February of this year.  It is now August, and I was just now rifling through the box, looking for jewelry to wear. I had not worn the bracelet since it had been packed away.  “Today felt like a good day to wear it”, I thought, as I hadn’t given a private reading in a few months. Having the bracelet on felt very supportive and comforting.

As I drove to my appointment for the reading, the client’s “people” decided to arrive early, a father figure and a young man about 15 years old wearing swim trunks, “popped into” my head, eager to talk.  I asked them if they could please wait until we got to her house.  They obliged.  It turns out that they were exactly that, her father and a 15 year-old neighbor boy, eager to meet her, anxious to give loving, healing words to her and her family. The reading went well, full of evidence, (very important to me that the client knows for sure who you are communicating with) messages, and love. Having made a new friend as well, I left once again feeling amazed and in awe of how Spirit works. Spirit is never wrong, and is only there for the highest and best for all concerned.

The rest of my day seemed pretty bland compared to the events of the morning. I had planned a haircut and then a ride back home. Little did I know what Spirit had planned for me. Driving home from my haircut, I decided to “stop in for a bit” at the casino, which is never really “a bit”, as I do enjoy it.  My vice, I suppose. I share fond memories of being there with my Mom and Dad. For some strange reason when I am there, I feel them closer to me, especially when I sit at machines that we used to play together. The casino often changes these machines in and out, and it is a bit strange that after 3 years these particular machines, “the lions” and “the pelicans” are still there. After the check in at player rewards, and a few minutes at a “non-productive” machine (my way of saying I dropped a few bucks) I moved to the all too familiar “lions” machine, a bittersweet feeling, sat down and began to play.  Not two minutes later, an older woman sat down right next to me, also playing “the lions”.  She was a thin, petite woman, (much like my mom), wearing a little pink baseball cap and matching pink shirt. I remarked to her “don’t you look cute all dressed up in your pink today”. Smiling, she thanked me. She wore glasses, and had no particularly striking features, and wore little if any make up. At the risk of sounding judgmental, she was the “type” of person you just might pass by in a crowd, never even noticing her, except for her pink cap and shirt. However, I would soon come to know that she was no “ordinary” woman.

We began to chat as we played, commiserating together when we did not win, and exchanging a “good for you” and “now get all the diamonds” when the machines decided to reward our play. I finally asked what her name was.  “Mary, Mary Regina” she replied. “I was born on the eve of the Assumption of the Blessed Mother, August 14th”. She smiled when she spoke, with a glimmer in her eyes. I responded with a quiet “wow”, as it was the only word I could utter at that moment. Mary Regina then told me she had traveled to Medjugorje four times. Medjugorje is a very small town located in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Since 1981, there have been reports of apparitions and other sacred happenings of the Blessed Mother Mary to six of the local children. Millions of people have made the pilgrimage to Medjugorje in hopes of attaining miracles and other spiritual experiences. “It is not an easy trip”, said Mary Regina, and  “ I have done it four times”. She shared a few of her personal experiences with me, one in particular that I told her “she should write about”.  She spoke of her love for Mother Mary and Jesus so candidly and with much joy. Mary Regina told me about a time years ago when she had a serious heart condition. Her doctor was very concerned for her and prescribed nitroglycerine for her chest pain. Mary Regina was using it quite often. One morning she went to church without taking it. Feeling the pain throughout the mass, as Mary Regina was repeating a prayer before communion, something amazing happened. In her words, “as I was saying “Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but say the word and I shall be healed”, I felt a hand touch my chest”.  She then turned around to ask the people behind her if they had touched her. They had not. Mary Regina’s chest pain had left her body. Upon visiting her doctor, he confirmed that her heart condition had been healed, and she had not used the nitroglycerine since.  This 82 year-old woman’s face beamed with happiness as she told me the story, in an almost “matter-of-factly” way, continuing to push the “repeat your bet” button in between sentences. Upon hearing it, my eyes filled with tears.  

At that moment, I shared with her that I too, once during church, had felt the touch of Jesus. It had happened at a time when I was in so much emotional turmoil, and had also occurred right before communion when I was praying on my knees! It was so freeing and amazing to be able to share my own personal experience with someone who could understand the wonder of it, the unbelievable “there are no words” feeling of it. It was then that I KNEW that Mary Regina had been “sent” to me, and in of all places…a casino…at the machines where my mother and I had sat together.  We continued to chat for over an hour, mostly about the Blessed Mother, for I too have had such experiences. For years, wondering afterward if I had been imagining them, or that I must be “losing my mind”, I felt unworthy for them to be true, to be real.  I felt apprehensive to share them in fear of disbelief and ridicule.  Sharing those feelings with her, I looked down at my left hand and saw the bracelet, and showed it to Mary Regina. The bracelet that I hadn’t looked at in months, and had “happened” to wear that morning. The bracelet that a very kind woman had brought back for me, from her trip. The bracelet that was brought back from a pilgrimage for the Blessed Mother, to Medjugorje.

This thin, petite, 82 year-old woman, dressed up in her little pink baseball cap and shirt had given me the most awesome gift. I believe she was sent to give me the courage to believe in and share my own experiences with the Blessed Mother, just as she had with me.  We are both “ordinary” people, that have had the most “extraordinary” of happenings. Or ARE they extraordinary? How many “ordinary” people are living their life just not speaking about such experiences? How many people are also afraid of disbelief and ridicule?

I for one, will be ever grateful for my time with Mary Regina, and the inspiration she has given me.

To think that my ordinary day, had started out with finding a bracelet.


Sunday, October 30, 2016

The Eyes of A Child



Have you ever seen the eyes of a baby or child fill with wonderment as they discover for the first time, the simplest things in life?  I have been fortunate to witness this sight, first with my own children, and now in my grandchildren. In doing so, I have realized that the “discovery” of new things in life is also a cycle.  The newness and excitement of the initial experience, the gleaning of all that you can from it, and then the closure:  satisfaction or dissatisfaction, which helps you decide if you wish to repeat the experience. Life has been quite busy for me, handing me many cycle “closures” and endings this year.  There have been closures of long term situations, closures of attempted ideas, and closures of “false beliefs” regarding relationships with people and with myself. I think lately, many of us have been through some type of closures or endings.  


My meditation practice has been absent as of late. I hadn’t “heard” from my monk, and I hadn’t asked to hear from him either. This morning during meditation when I “asked” for my monk to give me some much needed guidance, I should not have been surprised that he addressed these situations of endings. He did not focus on the “endings” however, as we humans tend to do, often holding on to the various possible feelings of sadness, regret or resentment. No, he spoke of the wonderment in the baby’s eyes as they discover the NEW. He spoke of the exhilaration and excitement in the experience of new and different things, the NECESSITY of continuing to do so in our lives, to keep adding to our experience OF LIFE itself. “When you let go of the situations that no longer serve you, there is the opening of time and space to DISCOVER”. “Be that child”, he said. To allow yourself the permission to “be a child” again, to delve into the sweet enjoyment, that “tingle of excitement”, in the not knowing, in the endless possibilities of finding out WHO YOU ARE…THAT is the essence that gives us the continued “push” to experience our life, to move forward and begin the discovery “cycle” again and again.


It doesn’t have to be life changing, fate altering discovery. It can be simple things. For my mom, it was as simple as a new recipe she could not wait to try.  It can also be re-discovering something you used to like to do. For me, I am going to re-discover my art. Who knows where it will take me, how it will serve me now, thirty years later. That is the “stuff” that keeps us going, that keeps us learning and growing. Embrace those cycle closures with the anticipation of wonderment for the new, for the chance to begin again, for the chance to find YOU.


Blessings,


Brenda



Saturday, October 22, 2016

If You Only Knew....

If you only knew, that the Holy Spirit of God dwells within You, how would that change YOUR world.....




Monday, October 10, 2016

We Are One

This is an article I had written in October, 2014.  More than ever, I believe that We Are One. Thank you for allowing me to share this experience with you.

Blessings,

Brenda

Archangel Sandalphon is referred to as the “Angel of Music and Prayer”.  Having “lived on earth as the prophet Elijah before ascending into heaven “. Sandalphon is the “twin brother” of Angel Metatron.  Sandalphon gathers the prayers from earth, winds them into a garland of “spiritual flowers” and presents them to God.  I would imagine, just as music is a universal language, (think about opera where you do not know the language, yet you can sense the emotion via the music) the emotion behind these prayers from Earth are universal as well. Concern for our loved ones, or prayers for healing, the emotion at the root of these prayers is that of love.  As I would sit in the ICU waiting room at Mercy hospital during my Mom’s last stay, I noticed a family of what I believed was Middle Eastern Indian descent. In particular, a young lady, not more than 25 years old, was always there, even when the other family members were not. The room was not that large, and she would use her cell phone to speak to people while I too was in the room. Hence, I could hear most of her conversations, and gleaned that she was the health care advocate for her mother, who had suffered a brain aneurism and would be having brain surgery. I could hear the fear and sense of despair in her voice, as she would update others as to her mom’s condition, and question if she was making the right decisions for her mother’s care. One day I was moved to speak to her. I told her that my mom was in ICU too, and I was her health care advocate, and that it was a big responsibility. With that, her eyes welled up with tears, and I offered her a hug, which she accepted instantly. I looked into her eyes and told her that should I ever require such care, that I could only hope that my children were as kind, caring and conscientious as she, and that she was strong enough to do this for her Mom, and that her Mom was so lucky to have her. More hugs, tears and a few smiles later, we had become friends. So when I came to the hospital, I would inquire as to how her mom was progressing, and she would do the same.  One day, the whole family was there, and I surmised from the worry and tension in the room, that it was surgery day. A much older woman, dressed in beautiful golden Indian tapestry came forward to me as I walked in the door. My friend introduced the woman as her grandmother. As I held out my hand, the woman looked up into my eyes, moved past my hand and closer to me. I had no choice but to put my arms around her. We sat down together on a nearby couch, and I held the grandmother’s hand as she laid her head on my shoulder. It felt like we sat there for what seemed to be an hour, but was probably only minutes. No words between us, just the contact of our eyes when we first met. Without words, we were sharing our grief, our worry and our prayers…prayers of a mother for her daughter‘s healing, and prayers of a daughter for her mother’s healing.  It was a moment of “universal language”, a moment of universal love. It is in these moments, that I am convinced that we are “all one”.  I am sure that Angel Sandalphon was with us that day, surrounding us in his love and light, weaving our prayers into amazingly beautiful spiritual garlands for God.  Angels are here to help us. All you need to do is ask. If you feel inspired to, call upon Archangel Sandalphon to help you send your prayers to God.