I’ve been writing a series about how to find your soul’s
purpose. I’m enjoying writing that. It’s a topic that is very near and dear to
me. Synchronistic numbers tell me it is part of my soul purpose. At the same
time, I am still experiencing a spiritual awakening. There is much to share,
and I want to continue writing about that as well. So, we get a bonus post this
In recent weeks the spirit guide I call “Mom Spirit”
returned from a quiet period. While sitting in power one day, she was there on
my right-hand side as is her energy signature. But she felt different. It was
her. I confirmed it intuitively, but she had changed somehow.
My awakening had progressed in her absence. With her return
I became aware that our energy had changed. We were no longer in sync as before.
It took a few visits before our energy aligned. The adjustment felt odd. But
then our energy did align, and it felt right again.
We had both grown on our spiritual journey. I can’t remember
now if I heard or intuitively knew that she was learning on her journey through
mine. The awareness that came to me was strong and clear. As I was growing
through my spiritual awakening, Mom Spirit was as well.
As with clearing ancestral karma, our spiritual growth
impacts our ancestors. Our loved ones in spirit see and know us on the earthly
plane. It’s another example of how interconnected we all are.
My mom and I were not close when I was growing up, but we
were always similar. I was the child that most looked like her. Our coloring
was similar. Our health issues were similar. Our birthdays were two days apart. Even though we weren't close we were still connected.
We must be soul family. Besides my cat, Jack, my mother is
the energy that I connect with most in spirit. Even though we had our challenges with
each other during our human, earthly connection, we have a unique energetic
connection after they transitioned.
After reconnecting with Mom Spirit, there was another quiet
period. I didn’t feel her presence for a while. Recently I’ve had a few challenging
cycles of growth and healing. Then I experienced several of the darkest, and
shortest, dark nights of the souls. I felt alone and grew from that, but I
yearned for Mom Spirit’s support.
She didn’t return until last week after the dark nights
became sunny days again. That’s happened before. It’s hard to connect with
spirit when the dark night’s energies are swirling and not yet cleared. But
when they clear she came back in another new form.
She came back in the energy of an angel. She came with hugs.
They are much like the hugs I get from the angels, but with her signature. When
she was “Mom Spirit” her signature was rocking me from side to side while
sitting on my right. It had been that since the beginning, until a couple of
I felt her hands grip my upper arms. My awareness was drawn
to her right thumb on my left upper arm. I felt her facing me. Squeezing me and
filling me with her love. Mom’s love. Not Mom Spirit. She was my mom. I felt
her love and wept. Old, sad, lonely energies released from my body in big fat
tears. It was that release that only our moms can inspire.
I see now that her soul elevated as mine elevated. I was
witness to her soul’s evolution. The levels and realms are new to me. I don’t
fully understand it all, but I know energy. I’ve documented it here on my blog.
All of her stages are documented here. It’s as if our soul’s purposes are
intertwined. It is fascinating and awe inspiring.
Yesterday was a day full of sitting in power, downloads,
energy releasing, energy upgrades and housework. I was tired. I exerted my free
will and managed the energy best I could, but it was exhausting. But then I
received the most amazing visit.
After exchanging so much energy with spirit I was comforting
myself, hugging and rocking. I felt a big hug, like an angel hug, and then my
awareness went to my left upper arm. I felt her strong hands and an image of
her right thumb flashed through my mind. It was Mom.
I sat in that energy and received her. And then I heard, “I
am so proud.” I wept big, healing tears. It was the first time in either life
or spirit that she had told me that. (I am crying again as I type this.) It was
a wound, perhaps a core wound. I carried it and used it as evidence of my
perception that I was neglected as a child.
In that moment and with her energy, I healed that wound. It
was one of the most perfect moments of my life. A core memory healed a core
wound. One that was made with my mom, in spirit. It felt like a gift after the
end of a few challenging cycles of growth and healing.
I am so very grateful for this path that my soul has chosen.
Our purposes are extraordinary. Maybe not, but they feel that way. They are
extraordinary to me. Maybe that’s what it feels like to live on purpose or live
our soul’s purpose. I don’t need to figure it out. All I need to do is love it,
be grateful, and enjoy it.
If you’re interested in learning how to find your soul’s
purpose, start with this post here. Then, if it serves, continue with the
Today’s image is one that I forgot about. It is my mom and I at a park sometime before my first birthday. Even then her strong hands were holding me. They have likely been holding me longer than I realize. I’m
grateful to find this picture. It’s the only one that I have with her smiling
I’m grateful you’re here. I love you.