Christ Consciousness – All Love

Many years ago on one of my trips to visit the energetic vortex area of Sedona, Arizona, my friends and I decided to visit the Chapel of the Holy Cross while there.

Actually, it was my idea to go to the chapel. Prior to leaving on the trip I had been researching sacred sites in Sedona on the Web and up popped information on the chapel. It is a vortex site visited by many every year. As I read the information, I felt that we needed to go there for the benefit of someone in the group. I knew we didn’t need to go there for me, because though I had been raised a Catholic, I had separated myself from the church and religion in general as a teenager.

The Chapel of the Holy Cross located in Sedona, Arizona. Stock media by VWalakte/

We arrived at the entrance to the chapel in our car and drove up the long, paved road as it curved up and around to the parking lot. As we walked to the chapel, I took in the beauty of the mountain that it is built on and felt the high energy of the area.

The chapel is small, with a beautiful view through the floor-to-ceiling window behind the altar. In the pews sat a dozen people or so, sitting quietly, listening to the softly playing spiritual music coming through the speakers.

I hadn’t planned on sitting, or staying long at all in the chapel for that matter, so I found a place to stand at the back leaning against a railing. As I stood there listening to the music lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a strong energy come into me from the top of my head that made my body vibrate. I was overcome with emotion, with the feeling of love, and tears spilled from my eyes because of its intensity.

Feeling the need to sit, I found a seat at the back of the chapel where I spent some time experiencing what I knew to be Christ Consciousness. The love I was experiencing was overwhelming. Not only did I feel it as me, but I felt it and saw it everywhere I looked in that chapel. All of a sudden I was experiencing all of the life around me as this higher consciousness, and it was all love. I felt the love of each being in that chapel, and I felt my love for them.

A man entered the chapel pushing a woman in a wheelchair before him, a woman I felt to be his wife. He chose a pew at the front of the chapel where he parked the wheelchair with his wife still in it at the end and then sat himself down next to it. Before settling in, with no communication between them, I watched him reach over to adjust the sweater his wife wore over her shoulders. It was a seemingly ordinary gesture, but I felt the intensity of his love behind it.

Eventually I left the chapel still feeling overwhelmed by what I had experienced. And then I had to laugh to myself. It turns out that my friends and I needed to go to that chapel that day for me after all.

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I was reminded of my experience at the Chapel of the Holy Cross this morning as I took my usual walk through the undeveloped area around my home. As I communed with my team of light and did some light work for the Earth and humanity, I was overcome with love, and the beauty of it brought tears to my eyes.


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Fairy Visits

Soon after hearing in a message that what I have come to Earth to do is build a bridge from the lower dimensional frequency of earth to the higher realms of the worlds of fairies, angels, leprechauns, etc., I began to see evidence of the truth of the message.

Before receiving the message, I had already planned a three-week trip to Glastonbury, England, a place I had visited a few times before. This time though I would plan to go to all of the nearby forests and woodlands in order to connect with the fairies, elves, sprites and all the other nature spirits and elementals. Before leaving on the trip I had compiled a list of places to visit.

Each area I visited was lush with greenery and trees, flowers, ferns, moss and toadstools of different varieties. Just the kind of places one would expect to see nature spirits. And I probably would have seen them in physical form if my inner sight was more open. As it happened though, I did see what I believe to be a sign from them that they were with me.

It was a beautifully sunny day, so my friend Linda (who lives near Glastonbury) and I got in the car and drove to the next wooded area on my list called Ebbor Gorge. The trail through Ebbor Gorge begins at the car park where it ascends gently upwards. At its highest point is an expansive view of the valley below before the trail then leads back to the car park.


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About two-thirds of the way on the trail Linda and I stopped to rest side-by-side on boulders that were adjacent to some large green bushes that were growing alongside the trail. I was enjoying the scenery while my mind wandered, and when I glanced over at the bushes to the right of me, about seven feet from me I noticed something just above them.


As I looked closer, I saw what appeared to be a thin, curling wisp of white smoke that floated up while continuing to slowly curl around itself until it disappeared a few seconds later. I wasn’t sure what I saw, but as I stared in the air where the wisp had been, another curling wisp appeared. It curled around itself as it slowly rose up, and disappeared just as the first one had. I turned to Linda to share what I had just seen, but I didn’t have to, because she had seen them too.

I immediately thought of the fairies that I had asked to join us on our walk, and I knew that they were letting me know that they were with us. Just to be sure though, I walked over to where the wisps had appeared and shook the branches of the bush to see if I could recreate them. Of course I could not.

Maybe a month or two after I returned home from England I was working at my computer in my office. As I transcribed the audio file I was listening to, typing on my keyboard and looking at the monitor, out of the corner of my eye just above and to the left of my monitor I saw some movement. I stopped typing and focused on the movement. To my surprise and delight I saw what appeared to be a thin, white, slowly curling wisp of smoke that disappeared as it rose in the air.


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