Mano told me, “Nature has a dream.” Then he asked me to think of the Spirits of Nature as My Beloved Community, to speak to then, express my gratitude, and open to dialogue and conversation with them. He asked me to be mindful of my Guardian Aangel and body elemental. He asked me to recognize the Angels that are present to fulfill my needs and open pathways to fulfill the intentions and prayers I make. They dream for relationship, they dream for shared affection.
Mano has asked me to tell you about my personal process to stay aligned with Spirit, Nature, the elemental and angelic kingdoms.
I know this relationship has been given to me as a spiritual gift. I know I prayed for years for this to happen. I know I have been gifted and watched over carefully all of my life.
As I look back over my life, I see peeks into the future that have been offered many times in my youth and early adult life.
Every so often a strong thought would come into my mind. There was a time I heard an audible voice calling my name, “Barbara.” I would answer, “What? What?” But no more was given. Now I see this was the beginning of being aware there may be more than my everyday self knows. There may be another dimension to life that is calling my name. In that period of time in my mid 20’s, the Council started guiding circumstances to support my spiritual awakening. It was an unusual path, unexpected and intriguing.
During my evacuation time here in Capitola, I decided to put together a small book of poetry and prose I have written over the years. Last week I moved into overwhelm while taking care of many diverse details and responsibilities. Mano came to my aid reminding me of an experience I had with some elementals I met in the Amphitheater a few years ago. I followed their guidance and harmony was restored in my life. I share my experience from a story in my new book.
On August 19, 2020, ten days after I turned 93, the CZU Lightning Complex fire flamed its way through the Santa Cruz Mountains taking the sweet mountain cottage and all of my possessions I had lived with for the past 32 years.
With the help of my son Peter, I started plans to rebuild immediately. The words, “I am going to build a Japanese style house,” floated out of my mouth without ever touching my mind.
My Guiding Spirts were immediately present to support me through this trauma and transition. Their first guidance was to tell me the burning of the cottage was a ‘sacrificial offering.’ Now eight months later, a hint of the story has been revealed.
The idea of asking for volunteers caught my attention, and the picture of Steiner, founder of Waldorf education, making the contact amused me enormously. Barbara writes about this sense of volunteering: “When I was 30, I heard a prophecy that angels and humans would walk side by side in the next Golden Age and that they would need human volunteers to do this. I offered myself and prayed to be called on. Now I see that I and the gnomes I relate with have all volunteered for this experiment and service, to learn how to be aware of each other, relate and co-create.”
After the burning of my home, I have had a friend come each week to clear my aura and balance my body energies. I was fascinated when she said my aura was filled with ash. Every so often that feeing comes back again, so I am learning to stop and ask my Council what to do. Mano suggested I share another of Mary Janes’ blogs. So many people wrote to me with words of appreciation to hear Mary Jane’s voice once again. Mary Jane wrote this blog in 2017. It still speaks clearly to what we face today in 2021.
My world has turned ‘topsy turvy’ this past year of 2020 with the pandemic, the fire, the process of replacing what was lost in the fire. The enormous stability I am experiencing comes from the angels and elementals with whom I interact on a regular basis. I wish for this stability to be available for everyone. The angels and elementals are there. It is a matter of moving through doubt and fear. And so, I share Mary Jane’s exploration into the ever-nagging question, “Am I Making This Up?”
I am looking for the big picture hidden in the fold of the old story. In the middle of July, I signed up to participate in an 8-month program offered by the Findhorn Foundation. The program is to Create A New Story of Myth, Magic, and Miracles for my own life and then radiating out to support a new story for humanity. Before the first meeting, my house burned to the ground. So now creating a new story is for real physically, as well as mentally and emotionally. This coincidence helps me to move into the awareness that a larger picture is being revealed. Something big is happening. Looking at my New Story being one of Myth, Magic, and Miracles, I realize having a master gnome as teacher certainly fits into the realm of Myth. Last week Mano said he was going to focus his present teaching on the importance of interacting with Angelic and Elemental Kingdoms as we enter The Golden Age. This teaching opens possibilities and opportunities to open into the way of Magic and Miracles. The first teacher said, “miracles are merely science that has not yet been discovered.” I wonder if magic is simply working with the angelic and elemental worlds of nature.
I know it is very important for the salvation of humanity to remember, to return, and to regain the power and heart to relate with the spiritual dimension of life, particularly the angels and elementals which have been assigned to interact, support, and help humanity.
This I have been attempting to do for the last thirty years, ever since I first met Mano. It has taken the fire to open the way in a clearer manner to my seeing, hearing, and feeling their presence. The elementals that I relate with on a regular basis have been very present after the fires. I don’t know if I have been ‘out of my body’ and thus functioning more into the etheric realm or if the elementals have moved into a denser spiritual dimension to be closer to me. I am delighted that it is happening.
August 19, 2020 my Ben Lomond cottage burned to the ground in the Santa Cruz Fire. I am now living in the small apartment Jim and I owned in Capitola, California. I am so grateful to have this sweet small familiar space of refuge. One recent morning as I sat in bed I became aware of a group of the elementals that live in my cottage sitting in my lap. I was so happy to know that they escaped with me.
