People who know me well, know that I choose to live my life in a constant state of meditation, prayer, focused "intention". I've lived my life like this for years and have seen the many miracles and direct manifestations that practice of this reveals.
Every 4:00 am in the morning, three times a week a group of us get on conference call and a most wonderful human being leads us into guided prayer/meditation. We focus on everything. We call in people we love and know as well as people we don't that are in need of our work, healing and prayers that we may not be aware of.
We also do a collective "healing call" every Tuesday night. This goes out to all who need healing and it covers every aspect of the emotional, physical, mental and spiritual bodies.
When I was just very little, I always was drawn to that Divine connection I felt as such a very real thing. I had experiences that made me believe that there is something greater than what we can physically see before us, that connects us all to each other.
I remember coming home late from hide n' go seek at 5 years old and getting yelled at by my friends' father when I explained that we simply could not be on time because we found a dead bird and I believed we had to have a proper burial for it.
He sat me down and with a very harsh delivery told me that I did something wrong in having a funeral for a bird and that animals do not have souls and that it was wrong to think God would be happy that I did that. He then forbade his daughter from EVER doing this again and she was not allowed to spend time with me for a while. I have not forgotten the severe scolding and even though this man is still a family friend, it has stuck with me. I remember feeling so very distressed but in NO WAY for a single second did I believe anything he had to say on this subject was true. I was sad that I was punished and that my friend and I could not hang out for a while. That was all.
One can imagine the trauma I endured when I once visited a farm. Enough said. *insert winky face here
I was in a major car accident years and years ago. The person in the car with me was in a coma for a while. I knew as the truck was hitting us and dragging us across the road that I would be fine and that she would not be. I remember that very slow motion feeling like it was yesterday. The glass falling on us from the windshield and how slow and almost surreal it was though it only in fact occurred in a few seconds. I knew. I knew I was fine and I knew I had to force myself to open my eyes and tend to her no matter how hard what I was going to see would be.
They needed the jaws of life to remove her from the vehicle. Some time later, group of us gathered and did a Sanskrit chant that was intended for the purpose of bringing someone back from this state of coma . We recited it 99 times and the next day she woke up. The doctors told her she'd never be able to function normally. Damage to 5 parts of her brain. They questioned her ablility to do simple things like ride a bike, drive a car. She does all of that now. No one would take "No" for an answer. None of us. Not her family, not mine, not our friends. We all held faith and prayer for her consistently. The doctors still don't get it. *insert happy face here
I believe in miracles. I believe in magic. I believe in collective prayer/meditation/intention. Moreover I believe in LOVE, trust , goodness and I have FAITH.
Sending Love, Light, Laughter to all.
Anastasia xoxoxoxo
Every 4:00 am in the morning, three times a week a group of us get on conference call and a most wonderful human being leads us into guided prayer/meditation. We focus on everything. We call in people we love and know as well as people we don't that are in need of our work, healing and prayers that we may not be aware of.
We also do a collective "healing call" every Tuesday night. This goes out to all who need healing and it covers every aspect of the emotional, physical, mental and spiritual bodies.
When I was just very little, I always was drawn to that Divine connection I felt as such a very real thing. I had experiences that made me believe that there is something greater than what we can physically see before us, that connects us all to each other.
I remember coming home late from hide n' go seek at 5 years old and getting yelled at by my friends' father when I explained that we simply could not be on time because we found a dead bird and I believed we had to have a proper burial for it.
He sat me down and with a very harsh delivery told me that I did something wrong in having a funeral for a bird and that animals do not have souls and that it was wrong to think God would be happy that I did that. He then forbade his daughter from EVER doing this again and she was not allowed to spend time with me for a while. I have not forgotten the severe scolding and even though this man is still a family friend, it has stuck with me. I remember feeling so very distressed but in NO WAY for a single second did I believe anything he had to say on this subject was true. I was sad that I was punished and that my friend and I could not hang out for a while. That was all.
One can imagine the trauma I endured when I once visited a farm. Enough said. *insert winky face here
I was in a major car accident years and years ago. The person in the car with me was in a coma for a while. I knew as the truck was hitting us and dragging us across the road that I would be fine and that she would not be. I remember that very slow motion feeling like it was yesterday. The glass falling on us from the windshield and how slow and almost surreal it was though it only in fact occurred in a few seconds. I knew. I knew I was fine and I knew I had to force myself to open my eyes and tend to her no matter how hard what I was going to see would be.
They needed the jaws of life to remove her from the vehicle. Some time later, group of us gathered and did a Sanskrit chant that was intended for the purpose of bringing someone back from this state of coma . We recited it 99 times and the next day she woke up. The doctors told her she'd never be able to function normally. Damage to 5 parts of her brain. They questioned her ablility to do simple things like ride a bike, drive a car. She does all of that now. No one would take "No" for an answer. None of us. Not her family, not mine, not our friends. We all held faith and prayer for her consistently. The doctors still don't get it. *insert happy face here
I believe in miracles. I believe in magic. I believe in collective prayer/meditation/intention. Moreover I believe in LOVE, trust , goodness and I have FAITH.
Sending Love, Light, Laughter to all.
Anastasia xoxoxoxo
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