Melinda & Kafka

 

The light of eternity shines brightly throughout the universe, as it shines around, through, and within each one of us, all the time. Emanating out from the light of our souls that are connected to the light soul of God. We all produce and share in the light source, that can never be separated, because the light is a unified band of forever, now opening up to a New World of glorious life, void of the darkness, in an ever-expanding universe. It is this light of God that creates and sustains us all, even throughout our troubled times. Look into the light.

 

All we have to do to know that the light is for real is to wake up each morning, as we do, unless we don’t, and see for ourselves, especially when we don’t keep draperies and blinds over our windows, just how glorious the shafts of light are that come in to greet us. And then, as we walk out into the light of each new day when we go to work or play, we find that the light is always there, even when we don’t pay attention. After I get over my initial sadness each morning in the knowing that the world is still suffering, which is the first thing on my mind when I wake up, which I can’t seem to escape from, no matter how I program my brain, is when I go into the light that surrounds and holds me together like glue, no matter the clouds, making me remember that the darkness is only an illusion, and that I am loved, as all beings are loved, according to my abiding faith in God. From this innate knowledge of love, I know that I am being watched over and well guided, as I lead myself into another day of paradise, here on earth, as it is in heaven, even if I haven’t quite reached the New Heaven, yet. I’ll know that, for sure, when God walks up to me and tells me that no one is suffering, which will produce my greatest joy. Until then, just knowing that we’re headed into The New Jerusalem, which is one of the names that the New World will be called, is enough to give me daily bliss! I am doing what I love, all the time, as a light- bringer. I am living out these end times, joyfully, bringing light and love and understanding to all I meet, which is usually just the same pack of dogs that I live with every day, who are my constant companions, that I shower with love and affection that I call “love sessions”. My first priority, even over people, is to extend love and life to the plants and animals, which doesn’t mean that I don’t have a deep love and enduring fondness for all human beings, including John, and our children and grand children. With John as my life partner, I experience nirvana every time we sit out on the terrace, together, reading or talking, or writing in our journals, or just sitting silently, sharing a glass of wine, eating our meals with the dogs, who sit at John’s feet, because he feeds each one of them bites in between each of his own. My mornings are spent in nature, walking with the dogs, dancing to the four directions, and then, lying on the grass on my back, looking up at the sky, musing, creating life grand for all beings with my good thoughts and thinking. After that, because I can’t bear to be inside, even when it rains, I indulge in my passion of gardening, anything to be outside, which is why, I suppose, I’m a gardener. I can never get enough of the fresh air and rich textures and smells that the earth produces, along with the flora and fauna that nature gives so freely. Bird song and the laughter of children are a crescendo of happiness for me, where a dog’s incessant barking from a distance can take me under, which means I have to look back at the light, again, so I can resume my path of going forward.

 

Having crashed hard out of the light of love into matter, as dense human beings who have forgotten the light of spirit, hence, forgotten that we’re gods, has made our trek on earth a difficult and dangerous mission, with broken families and abused children and animals strewn across the globe, even when it could be so easily changed with the readily available light, that seemingly goes unnoticed. Humanity as we all know, is in a deep state of despair, ourselves included. To dispel the darkness of the world that has gotten thicker as we have involuted, deeper and deeper into matter, God has been sending willing “light-workers,” like my friend, Melinda, who sign up of their own volition from the other side before they get here to take on the darkness, head-on, literally, meaning they choose parents who are lost and confused and out of control, using alcohol and drugs and rage and abuse to defend themselves, meaning that these radiant and happy light-workers get kicked and shoved and pushed around, making them feel worthless and often the ones to blame, causing great mental and physical and emotional hardship to their being, which some of them never get over, in fact many of these children don’t make it through because they’re killed before they even mature. There are currently 67 million light-workers on the planet today, most of them children, all, with only a few rare exceptions, living in abusive families. Therefore, when someone says to me, or you, “yeah, if there was a God, then, what about all these innocent victims?” I’m telling you, as I tell these people, that there are no victims. There is only on-going life, with each and every one of us signing up for life incarnations in ways that we feel will help to end the warfare and destruction of our people and planet, so rampant during these end times.

 

Sometimes it takes a child dying at the hands of an abusive parent or stepparent to finally bring light to the abuser, who are our brothers and sisters, too, who learn remorse from his or her actions. Light-workers are radiant and happy souls who sign up from a state of bliss, as all heavenly beings live from on the other side, even as they forget, once they get here, what it is they came to do. Everyone is in a state of amnesia when we arrive into this plane of degradation, bravely emerging from our mother’s womb, enduring, for God’s sake, before we can go home again to the light. We have all explicitly chosen our parents; no matter if they’re delightful people who are kind, or alcoholics who are abusers, and every parent in between.

 

Light-workers are a much more tolerant and brave soul than a light-bringer, which is who I am, coming to you, for instance, bringing light through this website. Light-bringers come into the world with relatively few problems. They are raised in good and loving families, because they require a pure harmonic to transmit the light of God’s love, which means they have to be of the knowing, eventually, if not right up front, that they are gods, which certainly doesn’t mean that we’re angels. More often than not, a light-bringer is a rebel, because we have little tolerance for the dark. We know the darkness to be an illusion, and so we don’t pay it much attention, knowing as we do, that only love is real, because love is what our engines run on. The chosen mission of a “light-worker,” such as Melinda, is to contribute their light to humanity’s darkness, which means they take on the grave and dangerous matters of domestic violence and abuse, which is rampant in these end times.

 

I first met Melinda about a year ago while she was living with the people whose dogs I pick up and care for each day, while Esther and Terry go to work. Melinda was here from Los Angeles, where she’s been living these past five years, come back to the community she grew up in to rectify to the village board, the matters of her father’s home, that had been standing decrepit for several years, overflowing with a sad mixture of life’s possessions left behind, as well as a sorry lineage of bad memories for Melinda. After many village board meetings in which Melinda rallied to save the house, the village board declared in the end that it would come down. It was during the midst of all of this that Melinda was experiencing anxiety and depression, as I was experiencing the same over an infidelity that John was having with another woman, and so I shared my homeopathic “Moon Drops” with her that seemed to help me. While we had never met before, we embraced one another, in tears, like we had been sisters forever, which is true. She said that Kafka, one of our dogs, was the first dog in the community that came to greet her when she arrived, making her feel loved in a way she couldn’t describe.

 

And then, about a month ago, before the house was to be plowed under, Melinda called me to see if I’d be willing to come over and do a house blessing. I readily said, yes, and met her the next afternoon, armed with a small Buddha statue that declared to me by falling over on its side as I was walking out the door, that it wanted to go down in the wreckage (that I assumed meant that it would rise like the phoenix out of the flames). Melinda came baring sage to clear away the pain and hurtful memories. There was a cameraman on hand covering the end times of the house, along with Melinda’s sad memories of her young life there, until at the age of fifteen, she found a family who would take her away from the abuse she was so overpoweringly experiencing, that she had blamed on herself. It was in the kitchen, when Melinda broke down in tears, while the camera man went for more film, that she told me it was here, at the foot of the basement door, in this very corner, where her stepmother had dragged her by her hair and pounded her head into the floor, over and over again, leaving her with an ache in her neck that is still with her, (as a painful reminder). But it wasn’t until we reached the basement that I realized that Melinda had come to this house as a light-worker. I’m convinced, because of her good outlook on life, still filled with love and joy and mercy for all beings, including her abusers, is the reason that Melinda made it through. Two days later, after the wreckage was over, on the afternoon that Melinda was to leave for her home in L. A. where she is in a happy relationship with a man named “Fortunato” of all names, whom I have met and like very much, mostly because he loves Melinda in a way that she deserves to be loved; that our seventeen-year old husky, Kafka, intuitively knowing that Melinda was leaving, dragged himself up and down the road to say his final good-bye to her. When I talked to Melinda, yesterday, she sounded as happy as she was before she came to this planet to do her part in dispelling the darkness. The knowledge that she is a light-worker has helped heal her pain, immensely, as have the many other councilors and therapists that have contributed to the betterment of her life. May the pain be over for you, Melinda, and your neck healed. I want you to know that you, and all the many other light-workers, still groveling, will be mightily rewarded in the New World, brave souls that you are, we couldn’t have done it without you.

 

With great love to us all from God,

Talia