Sunday, January 20, 2013

Message From Jesus

In observance of the physical loss of beloved friends and families no longer be with us, I repost this important message from Our Savior, Jesus Christ.

May our hearts heal during this time of grief that anyone may be going through. Hold Hope Alive. Angels are around you constantly, tending your requests. Ask for what you need and they will go see the Lord on your behalf.


Music: Morning After The Storm
Composed by John Loeffler & David P. Wolfert
Provided courtesy of BMI Production Music

Blessings to all Connecting Lights. Jesus & His Angels send you immense Love.
His Work during this emergence will be understood by you surely in time ~ Angels & Mia



Wednesday, January 16, 2013

My Dear Treasure Friend Ann Marie

She's an unstoppable powerhouse. A one woman army. And I am proud to have worked beside her taking care of those that have found it difficult in life to take care of themselves.

Here she is giving blankets to one of her precious friends on a cold winter's day.


Again she visits as if no other was more important.


This is how we served, together, side by side & outside under the bridge viaduct in an area of town most people run from.


But not 80 pound Angel of God, Ann Marie.

For more than 13 years through her non profit, The Hidden Treasure Bistro Ann Marie ran from her own home, she cooked, served & delivered to those that had nothing in this world but the clothes on their backs and the blankets they were wrapped in. Clothes, blankets, toiletries, toys and surprise goodies requested, collected and donated also came provided from her heart of love. Even in her own frail state of health, in bad weather and good, faithfully she'd arrive to applause and warm excited welcomes every last Sunday of the month ~ "Because that's when precious food stamp money runs out," she would say while planning the week's menu for 250+.

Her needs were simple in return. An extra oven to cook on, 2 deep freezers in the garage, endless amounts of paper goods and gasoline to fill her Jeep. And boy, when that Jeep pulled up right in that spot she would serve from, her regulars would have her parking spot waiting for their Special Girl. Every man had a warm, genuine crush on her and every woman wished they could cook that good.

My dear treasure friend is gone now, called home to God last Friday and I will miss her every day I am left without her. Though she's right where I can't see her, already talking to me through my channel, so many that loved and appreciated her will be lost for awhile, missing dearly that 3 table spread she pumped out of her little Cape home, all on her own. They too will miss giving heartfelt thanks to Ann Marie right at the time they'd hug on her, eager to tell her a story since the last month she was there.


And sometimes others would arrive, eager to hear hers. 

Finally, she's in the care of Angels, dancing in eternity and doing still what she can for others. I love you my Dear Treasure Friend, Ann Marie. Rest well.

To read more about Ann Marie, here is just one more article published this week since her passing: http://ow.ly/gVTeG



Friday, January 4, 2013

Love, Peace & Prayers to Sandy Hook Families

Newtown, CT Christmas Morning
with a Dusting of Snow that Graced New England



Newtown is known for its quaint, picturesque, secludedness. It's a pocket of Heaven that's a stone's throw from the bustle of Manhattan and less than 20 minutes from my own town where I live closer to the shore. Many spouses easily commute to the city for their jobs or excitedly train in or drive their children to a Broadway play, weekend shopping, cultural activity or sports event. We have the best of both worlds to choose to raise our families in the brilliant cluster of quintessential New England life.

I have known work comrades and friends of friends that live in and around Newtown. You can see how beautiful it projects to the world. It's a homespun town that receives the kind of families that would be drawn into it for artistic pleasure and spiritual experiences. Newtown is comparable to Sedona, Arizona. I should know. I lived close to there, too. There's an angel movement that thrives in that large clapboard white church you see. Quietly in the evenings small groups gather there to speak of the great wonderment of change that's been brewing, angelic vibrations that are steadily creeping into certain lives in and around the Northeast. It's a group I explored early in my own angel awakening in that very brilliant town . . . in that very brilliant steepled church . . . providing guidance and wisdom when I needed it most. True faith believers live in and around Newtown.

Of all the reasons that ignited that fateful day 3 weeks ago today, answers rest wholly within God's hands where they've been woven into His Mighty Plan for each and every soul that transitioned away from us. Every single one played their important role ~ from why they came to live here and what they were to accomplish by their end ~ every single one was our child.

Proverbs 19:21 ~ "Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the LORD's purpose that prevails."

As you read the poem I'm sharing here, we pray that you'll realize the big picture God is going to deal with these coming years. It has everything to do with Peace and His Love, and reclaiming His Earth. This very special and privileged group of His children and their teachers are a magnificent part of His exquisite plan.

We Rejoice to the change He is bringing.


11 Days before Christmas
T’was  11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
When 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air,
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say,
They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“This is heaven.” declared a small boy. “We’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same,
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
And in that moment was joy that only heaven can bring
Those children all flew into the arms of their King.
And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
One small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
And as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
Then He looked down on earth, the world far below,
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe.
Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“May this country be delivered from the hands of fools,”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
Then He and the children stood up without a sound,
“Come now my children, let me show you around.”
Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran,
All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”
Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA

Matthew 24:36, 42 ~ "But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only . . . Watch therefore, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming."