On our most recent tour of Egypt, Spirit had told me in advance, before I left the U.S., that I would be opening the Eastern Stargate, on the day we went to Saqqara. When I queried what this meant, I was told that it was time to bring new structures into being, and to destroy old structures that no longer served. Saqqara is the location of the oldest pyramid, the Step Pyramid.

When I first was given this information, I was unaware of what day we would be going to Saqqara. It wasn’t until we got to Egypt, and were sitting in the tour company’s offices that we realized that we would be going to Saqqara on 11/11/08. We were scheduled to go in the evening, however, because of the 11:11 opening, we rescheduled to go in the morning to be there at 11:11 AM on 11/11/08.

11/11/08- On Tour in Egypt- Luxor to Saqqara/Cairo
Our day began at the obscenely early hour of 4:30 AM in Luxor, in order to be on a flight to Cairo at 7:30 AM. I am never at my best in the early morning, and worked through a sleepy haze to get my luggage out for the porters to pick up, grab a bite of breakfast and be on the tour bus at 5:45 AM.

Once we were at the airport, and checked through the multiple security checkpoints, I sat separate, still trying to wake up, trying to remember what we were supposed to do that day. I felt as though I was isolated from the group, both by distance and my continuing drowsiness. I felt as if I was in the middle of a power vacuum, with events occurring around me, but not being a part of the activity, or the action.

After a few moments, we received notice that due to a sandstorm in Cairo, the plane would be delayed. What of our careful timing and planning? I was assured by Spirit that it would all work out perfectly, and to just go with the flow. Soon, we were loaded on the plane, only a few minutes late, and flown to Cairo.

In Cairo, there was the usual confusion of luggage, expertly managed by our transfer agent, Hatum. Hatum will figure prominently in the story that follows, so let me introduce him to you. Hatum works for Quest Travel, and is assigned to our group to make sure that everything flows smoothly. This is a difficult task that he manages expertly, with good spirits.

On the bus, we headed out towards Saqqara, an hour away to the west and south of Cairo, expecting to have a ceremony there within the pyramid. This is a rare privilege, and we were looking forward to the opening of the Eastern Stargate from within this sacred place. Hatum called the inspector at Saqqara, to be sure that everything had been arranged. Much to his surprise, he found out that there was going to be a world press conference called and a state visit to Saqqara, at the same time we were due to be there! Oh no, what will we do? We can’t do a ceremony, not with Dr. Zahi Hawass, Secretary General of the Supreme Council of Antiquities and Director of the Giza Pyramids Excavation, and assorted other officials, as well as the world press looking on. Ceremonies are not allowed, and this is a big problem for what we have planned.

Nicki, Hatum and Liisa huddled together, trying to sort out the different options. Should we just go to the hotel? No, the rooms will not be ready this early. Should we go to lunch? Too early, also.

Someone, Nicki, I think, suggested the mosque that we had been to before, in Cairo. Hatum knows which one she is talking about. It is called El Rifai, the burial place of the Aga Khan, and also the most recent Shah of Iran. We have never been there with this big of a group. Can we go? Can we get through the traffic? (If you haven’t been to Cairo you may not realize what a monumental traffic jam this city has almost all the time. Imagine Los Angeles, with no traffic lights, and everyone driving as fast as possible, ignoring all lane markers and add in donkeys, camels, people on foot crossing the street at will, and you have a vague approximation of Cairo traffic.)

I kept checking in with Spirit, and kept being told that it would be perfect. I was given instructions to concentrate on moving the traffic out of the way by moving my golden Ptah back and forth on its chain, and surprisingly, it worked! Streets emptied like magic, and we were swiftly delivered to the center of Cairo.

Just before 11:00 AM, we arrived at the mosque. As we were standing on the steps outside the mosque, I was suddenly doubled over with pain in my central core, and knew that I had to get to the right place for the opening of the star gate, and to do it NOW. Nicki facilitated my getting to where we needed to be, helping me as I nearly collapsed on the floor of the mosque. I could feel the energy moving through me in a way I had never experienced before. SOMETHING was about to happen, and all I knew was that we had to get to the right place, and get the man who sings the prayers there, as well.

I had heard him sing once before, when we had toured the mosque privately. He was walking with sticks, then. Now, he had to be carried by three stout men.

They rushed him into place, in the chamber of the tomb of the Aga Khan, where he sings. I don’t know why they felt the urgency to move him so, except that the call to prayers would be coming up soon, and he would be needed for that.

My urgency, however, was to be in place for the 11:11 time window. I was no longer in control of my actions, and almost fell to the floor in front of the old man.

He began to sing, and as he sang, I saw how to use the sound of his voice as it reverberated around the marble room to create structure, to destroy old structures, to penetrate solid surfaces. As he continued singing, facing towards Mecca, towards the sacred stone of the Ka’aba, I experienced a split reality. One part of me sat by the old man, my hands reaching out to control the strands of sound, to hold the structure that was being created. Another part of me experienced the Hajj, the great pilgrimage to Mecca, with thousands of participants walking around the central structure that houses the Ka’aba, all dressed in white, all calling their prayers to heaven, to Allah.

As the time approached I felt as though I were being sucked into a giant vortex, with considerable pain occurring in the area of my third chakra. Tears cascaded down my face and I realized that it would be totally inappropriate to fall writhing on the floor, so I held myself, and allowed the sound to wash over my being, providing me with an armature to support me. Still my hands danced, feeling the sound, pulling the sound towards me.

As the sound continued, reverberating through my being, the voices of the old man and the other tour participants, calling “Allah, Allah” faster and faster, I felt something being opened within me and within the universe, I experienced myself as dancing with Shiva, dancing the Tandava, the dance of creation, the dance of destruction. I signaled to Nicki that it was time for her to turn the key to open the Stargate.

She reached out with her golden ankh, which she was wearing around her neck, and reaching up towards the sky, turned the key. A great rush of energy descended, as through something long held back was coming forth. We looked into each other’s eyes, nodding and acknowledging that we knew the work was being done. The great eastern Stargate was open once more. The Dawn Star, the Bringer of Light, had arrived.

Still the sheik continued to sing, and in his song, I heard the joy of new creation. He did not know why I was crying, but patted me comfortingly on the shoulder. Soon his song ended, and we were rushed out of the room as another group arrived.

I was in an altered space that cannot be described with words, as I sat in the great mosque, and watched as our Egyptologist, Fathi, describe the building and answer questions about the Muslim faith.

I noticed that he stood in the middle of the group, which formed ever growing circles around him. I had envisioned this formation, as our final rite at Saqqara, with the forming of a lotus circle, comprised of prime numbers. I had not directed this to occur, and was surprised to notice how the circles were perfectly formed around the central figure. One of the participants reached up his hands, stretching, exactly as I had seen in my vision. Would the others follow his lead? No, but with that one, I knew that the lotus was formed, and the circles began to disintegrate, with individuals wandering off in all directions.

I requested that I leave the building as soon as possible, requesting help to get me to the waiting van. I knew that if the call to prayer had sounded while I was still in the mosque, I would not be able to leave until it was completed.

Marissa, a tour participant, helped me out of the building, keeping the vendors at bay, so that I could integrate what had happened. The van whisked me away, towards to hotel, while the rest of the tour went on with the bus to lunch.

For the next several hours, I experience a displacement of reality that finally subsided that afternoon. When asked about my experience, I could not find words to describe it at the time, and finally found the only words I could to describe what I had felt.

I was overcome with rapture.

Epilogue: My reintegration and life plan realization
I awoke the next day in a state of bliss. I’ve always known, even as a child, that I came here at this time, in this body, to be a teacher. I’ve further known for the last seven years, since 2001, that much of this had to do with issues around the Stargates. Finding them, going through them, and then returning with the knowledge and ability to make a difference, both for myself and for my students whom I would empower to lead others through this magical journey of transformation.

My first classes on the Stargate will be available with the start of the New Year. Come, join me – let’s journey together.

There will be free previews to join the class. Register here.

PS. We did get to Saqqara that evening, but that is another story.

For those who need more information about some of the concepts in this story:
11:11 – This has been identified as a time that is a gateway to Spirit. Solara wrote a book called 11:11. In her opinion, 11:11 represents a positive connection and a gateway to the mysteries of the universe and beyond.

Scholars have long noted the peculiar and ubiquitous presence of the blue lotus in Egyptian art. The Egyptian hieroglyph that depicts “rebirth of the spirit” is from the center of a blue lotus. A newborn Sun god emerges from a huge blue lotus which floats on the surface of the Nun, the pre-primordial Waters of infinite space and infinite time from which the Universe was born.

by Gloria Taylor Brown

I have received several inquiries from people since my article on personal psychic protection was published about how you can raise your vibration rate. Here are 10 things you can do that will create a higher level of vibration.

1. Gratitude: When you wake up in the morning, list 5 things you are grateful for that day. It can be as simple as "I am grateful I woke up this morning" or expressing gratitude for your home, your family, and your life. Express your gratitude for what you want to happen, as well as what has already happened.
2. Forgiveness: forgive anyone who you are angry with, hurt by, had difficulty with, now or in the past. Forgiveness is not about the other person, it is for you. And the person you probably need to forgive the most is yourself.
3. Clean up your room or desk: Clutter lowers your vibration, and creates uproar in your life. Get rid of anything you don't need or haven't used in a significant period of time.
4. Wear brighter colored clothes. If you find you are wearing lots of black, or dark and muddy colors, try wearing colors for a change.
5. Listen to music that makes you happy, that uplifts your soul.
6. Find a group of people who also want to increase their vibrational level, and hang out with them.
7. Laugh. Laugh a lot. Watch movies that make you laugh. Tell jokes.
8. Play with young children. Let them direct your actions, and BE a little kid again.
9. Love. Surround yourself with things, people and places that you love.
10. Sing a joyful song. Even if you can't hold a tune, singing gets more oxygen into your body, and raises your vibrations.

I know that some of these ideas seem simple, and obvious, but I know that I need to be reminded occasionally of how to maintain a higher level of vibration.

I am off to Boulder and then Egypt with Nicki Scully for the next few weeks, so the next A Voice for Spirit Broadcast will be the only one for the next couple of months. The next broadcast will be Oct. 9th, 6:00 PM. Sign up for it now, so we will know how many phone lines to reserve. Dec. 4th and 11, at 6:00 PM PST, will be the next scheduled broadcasts after I get back.

I am going to be doing a broadcast while I am in Cairo, at an Body Mind Spirit expo there on Oct. 31st at 2:00 PM Cairo time. I don't know if I will be able to tie into the phone service from there, but if I can, I will send you a note and let you know. It would a very early broadcast for the West Coast- 5:00 AM ( I think - not sure when daylight time ends). I will record it and post it to the website, though, in any event.

Here's to Good Vibrations for all of US!

Beyond the Stargate

New Teleclass! Coming in December.
Are YOU interested in being a teacher, leader and help change the world we live in?
If so, this class is for you. Start the New Year on a positive note.
Class will begin Dec. 16th.

In 2001, an intrepid band of travelers went to Egypt right after 9/11. While they were there, they opened a long-sealed Stargate. For the last 7 years I have been working to assimilate the information that has come through, and prepare it so others may learn from it as well. A Voice for Spirit Broadcasts were the first emanation of this new energy.
Explore the hidden knowledge that is your birthright. Become the person you always thought you could be by developing your skills and talents as an individual, a spiritual leader & teacher. Access the ancient knowledge of where we came from, and why we are here.

We will explore the possibilities that exist for each of us, through shamanic journeys and receive a channeled messages through Gloria Taylor Brown from the Spirits to carry us forward into our destinies.

Why have you come to Earth, why have you taken birth...

To Love, Serve and Remember...

by Gloria Taylor Brown

When I was a teenager, there were bumper stickers that said “Kill Your TV”.  I can remember them on the back of VW Bugs and old pickups with dogs in the back.  I don’t know why they wanted us to commit such a vicious act against a harmless TV but it wasn’t something that particularly affected me. 

You see, my father controlled the TV. This was before the days of remote controls, so my brothers or I would perform the function of changing channels (there were a total of three, after all) but we had no say in what was shown.  We would frequently be called from the other rooms of the house to provide the service, based upon the holy writ, the TV Guide.

And then we would have a half hour to an hour of peace, for me to read, for my brothers to play with their cars.  We could watch TV occasionally, providing we were absolutely silent and still. So, I regarded the TV as a blessing because it kept my father occupied.

When my children came along in the 70’s, I found the TV to be the universal pacifier and babysitter.  With two boys, only 14 months apart in age, anything that made them sit down and stop fighting was a blessing of the Gods. 

My other method of achieving peace and quiet was for me to tell my sons a story.  Sometimes I would read from children’s books but more often I would tell the stories I had learned from listening to my grandparents and my mother.  Even my father’s stories I would tell.  Tales of the South, of WW II, of Cherokees, of hunting in the swamps of Northern Florida, of love and hate. Stories that were part of my heritage and my soul.

My sons are grown now, with children of their own, and still I tell stories.  And I read, I read a lot.  Probably more than is good for me- but I still read.  Awhile back, I was reading a most impressive book by Thom Hartmann called The Prophets Way when a paragraph stopped me cold.  Hartmann, an expert on ADD and many other things, was writing about the importance of reading stories as a child.  He wrote that the act of forming images in your mind to illustrate the story was an important aspect of brain growth, and without it, these brain functions were never developed.

He went on to say that these functions were what helped us develop to survive as humans, by hearing a description of a place and then see that place in our mind’s eye.  This skill is not learned by watching TV- the TV provides both the story and the images.

What caught my attention was the thought “Maybe this is why some people have so much trouble visualizing and experiencing journeys (guided meditation used in shamanic work) when they do journey work”.  I have sat in many, many classrooms where certain students struggled with trying to follow a journey, and bring back practical information.
As a teacher, I have spent time studying what makes one student learn easily, while another struggles.  And although this issue may be only one aspect of that struggle, since we all learn by different modalities, it is still worth considering.  
Hartmann goes on to say that if you don’t learn this skill, certain parts of your brain are then stripped away in the process of growing up.  This may be true, but I also know from other readings that the brain can be retrained.  A brain that has areas damaged can retrain other areas to function and replace the damaged areas.  Even the removal of an entire lobe of the brain can be partially recovered by retraining the remaining lobe to do functions that were declared lost.

Your brain is a wondrous organ, capable of miracles.  So, if you are one of those who have trouble visualizing or following guided meditations, and you want to follow this path to knowledge, start retraining your brain.  Read stories, listen to books on tapes, go to story telling evenings and develop your abilities, both as a listener and storyteller.
And become a reader.  Start by reading a book a month.  Advance to a book a week.  Stop yourself before you become a total addict- reading as many as a book a day (like me!).  When you read a story or a book, your own brain must provide all the pictures all on the video portion.  (You may get the audio, if you read aloud).

While you are doing this, tell stories to your children, to your friends’ children, to total strangers and friends.  Redevelop the human skill of passing on knowledge orally.  This is the way knowledge has been transmitted for thousands of years long before recent inventions as such as televisions, movies and video games.  Create positive images in your mind that will assist you to live a better life, to heal and to help others. If, along the way, you also get unhooked from the energetic umbilical cord that binds us to our televisions, you may find there is a whole other world out there, just waiting for you to explore it.  Don’t delay- libraries and bookstores are waiting for you!

August 7th Broadcast with Special Guest Kathryn Ravenwood

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Transcript of Broadcast #4

It is a new month, and many things are happening. A Voice for Spirit Broadcasts will be on three times this month, August 7^th, August 14^th and August 28^th.

On our August 7^th Broadcast we will be introducing something new – I have asked my friend and co-teacher, Kathryn Ravenwood to join us as a Voice for Spirit. This is something that I was told we would be doing, but am still not sure how it is going to work. Raven and I have worked together many times, and I know it will be very interesting, for us and for you. Here is more information about Raven:

 

Kathryn Ravenwood - Raven as she likes to be called - has been studying the metaphysical realms for over 40 years, including the wisdom of the Theosopohical Society, the I Am Temple, the Egyptian Pantheon and the guides of the Native American teachers.  Part of this quest has included a successful, 15 year, full-time career in Seattle as a massage therapist.  She is a lineage member of Nicki Scully’s Alchemical Healing Academy - the only authorized teacher of the Academy in New Mexico. As an Alchemical Healer she brings the high energy of Alchemy to spiritual and physical healings.  One of her greatest joys is the Tarot - another tool of Alchemy she employs to help people make positive transformations in their lives.

 

Raven teaches many classes in Albuquerque including Alchemical Healing, an expansive course on the Tarot, Sacred Water Altars, The Seven Spiritual Directions, and Egyptian Mysteries.  She is a ceremonialist and offers New and Full Moon sacred prayer circles in her home.  She is available over the phone or in person for Tarot readings and Alchemy sessions.  Contact her about her current teaching schedule. kravenwood@yahoo.com

 

On August 28^th, Tina Teegarden will join us as a guest. Tina has been to Egypt 4 or 5 times, and is a graduate of the Four Winds Society of Alberto Villoldo, and studied with Lynn Andrews, author of Medicine Woman and many others, for many years. She is also an expert horsewoman, horse breeder and communicator who owns the Equine Inn in Ocala, FL. http://theequineinn.com/

 

In addition to A Voice for Spirit, I will be co-teaching Becoming the Oracle with Nicki Scully on August 20-24, in Eugene, OR. We will be doing a preview class on August. 6^th at 6:00 PM. You can register for the preview or the class at http://www.shamanicjourneys.com

A Story for You

In the process of building new websites, I have been looking at the material that I have written over the years. After all, we were told to either get the books written or get rid of them. I was not sure what to do with all the articles, some short, some much longer, that I had created, so I asked Thoth what he suggested I do. He laughed, and suggested that I publish them on my websites. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that, but I began to compile the pages, finding art to illustrate the concepts, and began to develop the site.

My husband wasn’t so sure about all this work, and asked me what I was going to do with this stuff. “I don’t know,” I told him honestly, “I just know I have to do it.” He said he didn’t see how any of this related to Diva Developer, the site I was working on, or even to A Voice for Spirit. Again, I said, “I don’t know – I just have to do it.”

Feeling a compulsion to go through the old files, tidy them up and get them published, at least on the web, I also had to look at whether this just another way for me to avoid doing “real work”, you know, the kind you get paid to do? Maybe, I decided, but since it seemed so important, I continued with my efforts.

In the course of my research, I came across a story that I would like to share with you, now. I felt it was relevant to what is going on right now.

In the Moonlight

by Gloria Taylor Brown

Come away, human child

To the water

Come away, human child

To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

W.B. Yeats

 

Growing up as a military brat, I was accustomed to new surroundings, new people, even new experiences. I would quickly adapt to the new surroundings, but always had trouble with making new friends. I spent a lot of time alone, reading. When I was 13, my family moved once more. This time, we moved to the first house my family had ever owned! Always before, we had lived in military housing or rental housing near a base. But now, my daddy had retired from the Air Force, and we had an opportunity to put down real roots.

The house was a newly built home, in a brand new suburb on the edge of Tulsa, OK. There was just one street of houses built, with acres of scrub pine surrounding it. The street dead-ended just beyond our house. For some reason, the developer wasn’t continuing to build and for the whole summer that first year I was able to walk in the woods.

Summer in Oklahoma is brutal, with temperatures reaching over a 100 Fahrenheit with humidity generally in the high 90’s. The only room in the whole house that was air-conditioned was my parents’ bedroom, which they kept tightly closed up. It would frequently be two or three in the morning before my room cooled down enough for me to go to sleep.

I would read – I had discovered the Tudors, that year- lying on top of the bed with the windows open and the fan blowing on my body. Since we had just moved in, we had no curtains on my bedroom window yet, and I could see the dark trees out beyond our yard. I would have on only one small light, so my mama wouldn’t tell me to turn out the light and go to sleep. I could occasionally see lights from passing cars, far off at the head of the road, but generally, except for moonlight, there was nothing to be seen.

One night, around the first of August, the hottest part of the summer, I was laying in bed, praying for it to cool down, bored out of my mind, having just finished my latest book. I turned out the light, and just lay there – wanting something – anything – to happen.

Just as I had the thought, a light seemed to bounce around my room, coming not from the highway, or the street, but from the dark forest. I jumped up and went to the window, looking to see what was out there. For a moment, I saw nothing, and then again, the flash of light, quickly moving it seemed.

I decided to investigate, shoving my feet into my flip-flops, and pushing the window open wider. I dropped the screen out, and then myself through the open window on to the ground below. I carefully replaced the screen to keep the mosquitoes out, and took off towards the forest.

At first, my eyes could see little. The night was overcast, and the moon was hidden. But then, just as I was about to go back inside, I saw a flash again, somewhere deep in the woods. I made way towards the woods, feeling my way with my feet.

Just as I entered the woods, the moon came out from behind the cloud, and I could see well enough to avoid running into a tree. I knew I shouldn’t be out here, and if my parents found out I would be punished. That thought seemed to add a little extra spice to the adventure, and I decided to push on deeper into the woods.

That light – it seemed closer now, but it didn’t seem to be moving. I moved carefully, not wanting to scare away whatever was out there. I just wanted to see. I was scared of what could be out there, but I was also curious.

A few more steps, and I could see a glow on the ground, like a lighted mist. I walked on through the hot and steamy night, to where the light seemed to have landed.

I was about to give up and go back home, when I saw that there was a pool of water, glowing in the moonlight, vapors rising in the night. I laughed at myself for being frightened. The pool of water was a little bigger than a child’s swimming pool, and the water seemed to be rising from the ground, naturally occurring.

First, I dipped my feet in. It was wonderfully cool on such a hot night. Then I remove my t-shirt and sat in the pool, leaning all the way back so that the water surrounded me. It was delightful! I was really enjoying this adventure and thinking that I might bring my brother here tomorrow, and let him play in the water.

The moon seemed to be directly overhead, and the light illuminated the small grove of trees that the pool was in. Beyond the edge of the trees, however, it was very dark. As I splashed in the pool, letting the water cool me, I thought I saw something move at the edge of my vision. There was a sound, like a tinkling laughter.

I jumped up, and demanded, “Who is there? Go away!” I thought I heard another faint laugh, and decided I was the one who had better go away! I started running for the house. For a moment, the light seemed to follow me, but it was quickly extinguished, and I ran on in the dark, towards the house. There might be something out there, and I was scared to find out what.

I crawled back in through the window, pushed the screen back into place, and looked back out into the dark. Nothing. I stood there for a few moments, waiting. Nothing. I washed quickly in the bathroom, and pulling on a pajama top, went to bed. As my eyes began to close, once more I thought I heard laughter, this time, just outside of my window. The light flashed again and then was gone.

The next morning – not very early – I went back into the forest to see if I could find the pool. I found my footprints, where I had went towards the forest, and where I had ran from the forest. However, in the duff of the forest, I couldn’t find a trace of my path. I searched and searched, that day and every day after that for a week. I lay awake at night, lights out, hoping/fearing the lights would return. I would have believed it was all a dream, if it hadn’t been for that wet, soon to be moldy t-shirt hidden in my closet.

Back to the Present…

Sometimes now I awake in the middle of the night. I know there is a light out there – but sometimes it’s scary. But still, I feel that I must follow it. It’s scary, to leave my home base of the last 11 years and move 1400 miles away to a new place. It’s scary to leave my job in Seattle, come to San Diego and begin A Voice for Spirit with no visible means of support. I know I am now answering the call of the Spirits and that I am following and sharing the light they bring. And I thank them daily for the support they have provided in the form of the wonderfully kind and generous donations from some of my Friends of the Spirit.

Yet, as a new month begins and August’s bills arrive, it’s scary. And when I explain this to Thoth, he laughs and tells me to trust in the light – it will be safe, I will be o.k., that there are many people who are helped by this work and this work must go on. Then that famous line from the Blues Brothers movie floats through my head, “Sister, I’m on a mission from God.”

As I think back about being a kid, I’m amazed at the childlike feeling of “scary” which was only an occasional occurrence but has now permeated our contemporary culture. Our government uses it as an instrument of control and as an excuse to go to war. Our media uses it as a form of entertainment under the motto, “If it bleeds, it leads.” It requires constant awareness to choose to live in a different space, to create Heaven on Earth, to remember that we are always safe and loved. Join with the other members of our spiritual family in a wonderful way to maintain this awareness.

Ask your beloveds – your dear friends and family – to join us at A Voice for Spirit.

 

Blessings on your journey,

Gloria Taylor Brown

I have been a little surprised at what I have been going through since the start of this new energy inflow. I mean, I have integrated a lot of different changes over the years, and thought I would just sail through this time. Guess I was wrong.

I have been grumpy, irritable, upset, uncomfortable, stressed, and annoyed. I have snapped at my husband, when he didn’t deserve it, and I’ve wanted to find a hole, jump in it, and pull the hole in after me.

Maybe you have been feeling some of these same effects during this time. If so, I want to commiserate with you.

I asked Ptah what was going on, and he seemed surprised at my comments and questions.

“What did you expect,” he said, “that you were exempt from universal influences. You know that isn’t true.”

“Yes, but somehow, I thought that forewarned would make me forearmed. Guess not.
I am uncomfortable,” I complained.

“Good,” he replied, “then we are succeeding. If you stayed comfortable, nothing would change. Comfort is the enemy of change,” he continued. “This is a major energy shift that we are bringing through at this time, and for this to be effective, it MUST make you uncomfortable. It is my most sincere wish that you STAY uncomfortable.”

“The changes that are occurring will have a lasting effect on this planet, which will have a lasting effect on this universe. This is a time of great change and great challenge, and for those who rise to meet the challenge, great opportunity. We believe you are capable of making the changes necessary, or we wouldn’t even bother with you. It is not our goal to make you dependent on us. If we thought you were becoming dependent upon us, we would withdraw. Your independence is what attracts us to you, what makes us want to help you succeed. Your independence is our gift to you,” he continued. “Use this time, and this energy, to move yourself into the position you need to be in, to make the structural changes in your life, and to help others make the changes they need to make in order to create the world you want to live in. We have told you, this is not about you, it is about creating a change that will effect many generations in the future. The decisions you make today are for those children not yet born. Those children cannot afford for you to be ‘comfortable’ at this time,” he concluded.

So if you are uncomfortable right now, just remember it is exactly where you should be at this time. Many years ago, I read that the job of a good minister was to afflict the comfortable, and comfort the afflicted. I do want to be a good minister to my “flock”.  
If you are afflicted, I am available for personal consultations, either over the phone or by email.

The next A Voice for Spirit broadcast is set for July 23, at 5:00 PM PDT (8:00 PM EDT). In order to know how many phone lines we need to reserve for the event, please registerfor the call, even if you have registered for previous calls. So far, we have plenty of room, but there will come a time when we will exceed the number of lines available, and if you haven’t registered, you may not receive notice if the phone number changes.

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Gloria Taylor Brown

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There is an electric tingling in the air. We are on the threshold of change. Some have referred to “the ending of our long national nightmare”. The events of the last 8 years have been disturbing to most. The disputed U.S. election of 2000 was allowed to go to the individual now in the White House.

As the 4th of July approaches it is worthwhile looking at a larger picture than just one more year.

The attacks of 9/11 were clearly predicted and anticipated, although the dramatic horrors of planes striking towers, causing ultimate collapse and so many deaths were not. The subsequent wars and military civilian deaths were not. Our hearts weep at so much unnecessary killing and destruction.

The U.S.A. operates as if on a pendulum. Eight years ago it began a wide swing in one direction. It is now swinging back, it will take a wide swing in the opposite direction, never finding equilibrium. Be aware this is  not the time for our own seeking of withdrawal, of equilibrium in our lives.

There is a great need today for active, enlightened, wise guidance and leadership. There is a great need today for commitment to a greater cause. I urge you to pledge your heart and soul, your time and resources, to being a significant and important part of the changes we see coming. We need to fully step into the roles now waiting for us, the roles we came here at this time to play. We need to reach out to our sisters and brothers, assist in their healing, teach them new (to them) truths and help bring all of us to the world we want to live in.

Always remember – we are the ones we’ve been waiting for. Become active in our soul group. Take a ride on our pendulum.

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The June 25th Broadcast was not recorded at the time of the call, so I have recorded it for you.

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