Tuesday, June 16, 2015

We All End Up In A Box

Dear Beautiful Souls,

In the morning is where you hear yourself best, especially when walking through a cemetery. I know that sounds odd, but I decided to go to the Woodlawn Cemetery upon the recommendation of someone I met. She said she found great peace there. I had been feeling “off” the last few weeks and felt a need to refocus. I found myself driving there in the summer morning as if my spirit was calling me to go.  I knew I was in need of something, and I was on my way hopefully to find it.

 I drove through the beautiful cast iron gates and entered the long tree lined road until I approached a circular driveway. It was there I found my spiritual resting place, among the dead. I walked along the wet grass leaving a trail that marked my path towards a religious themed mosaic art piece shinning in the bright sun.  This majestic masterpiece depicted many images of Christ and I was in awe of the artist hands that created this work.  As I got closer I realized I reached the special place I was told about. I found a beautiful purple labyrinth that seemed to lie beneath my feet like a concrete magic carpet.  I innately began to inhale and exhale, inviting calmness to my body. I paced my breath slowly, as I took my first steps into the winding pattern, designed for self-discovery.  

Labyrinths are thought to have an ability to help the subject who enters, reemerge at the exit reborn. There is only one path way in and one path way out. The sign that marked the labyrinth stated one should imagine shedding the old version of the self, using the walk as a form of meditation. Upon reaching the center one is to allow for enlightenment and I did just that. Once at the center of the labyrinth, I sat with my inner stillness. I admired the mosaic of Christ and fixed my gaze upon his arms reaching out as if he was calling to me. I knew I was physically alone, but not spiritually alone. I began to pray and felt the presence of my inner self become stronger. I spoke frankly to God about my needs, my worries and my frustrations. As I asked for guidance I heard the following words in my ears, “live for the life you want, not the life you have.”

After several more minutes of listening and pondering, I began to exit the labyrinth. As I meandered through the pattern, I heard a series of questions from a voice outside my head. I answered each question out loud with one word.  

“How do you want to see your life?” My answer was, “peace.”

“How do you see your children living?” My answer was, “happy.”

“How do you see your business?” My answer was, “healing others.”

“How do you see your future partner?”  My answer was, “best friend.”

“How do you want to feel in your career?”  My answer was, “fulfilled.”

“What do you want your relationship with God to be like?” My answer was, “trusting.”

What feelings do you want to have when you think of these things? My answer was, “peace.”

These questions left me feeling stretched and expanded. Feeling emotional, I walked towards the end of the labyrinth and proceeded to the portion of the cemetery where many deceased people are in boxes. I paused as yet another question/thought entered my mind. “At the end of the day we just all end up in boxes, so how do you want to live out your life? The remains of these people represent the end of their chance to live their best life. Their life is over and yours isn’t.”  Looking down the aisles of lovers, children, and parents forever gone, I felt a deeper appreciation for the delicate nature of life. I continued to look at their pictures, flowers, letters and objects left beside them. They all had a story and someone who missed them dearly.

Digging deeper into my soul’s quest, I had a yearning to ask myself more. So, I want to ask you the same question I asked myself,   “How do you want to live before you end up in your box?” My answer was simple, “define a new meaning to living outside the box.”

For me this statement feels like not restricting God. As I walked to His arms in my meditative walk, I was reminded He is infinite and all knowing. He knows us and wants us to be happy while living our truest versions of who we are. His desire is to allow us to learn at the right pace and experience peace in between. To achieve fulfillment we must take the first step into our own labyrinth within. There is one way in and one way out of this human experience. Everything in the middle is our choice. We can walk beside others, pass them along the way, or wait for them to catch up. Either way you come in alone and leave alone. You are the only one accountable for your life decisions.

Perhaps sit with your hands over the place that connects your body and soul. Listening through your heart in meditation will yield answers. The words and questions that you need to hear will flow in if you just turn on your light signaling for help from above. The mosaic of your soul is being constructed and God is the artisan. He is waiting with His arms extended to meet you halfway.   Walk towards your box, knowing that you deposited the real you in the end.


Live Inspired,


Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive



Wednesday, May 27, 2015

The Surrender and Sacrifice Solution

Dear Beautiful Souls,

When I think of sacrifice I think of all the things I have given up hoping to manifest the next “big idea” I have for my life. I have given up sex, food, places I have lived and gone from one extreme to another trying to fix me. I have been an all or nothing kind of person my whole life. I have described myself as a sprinter, performing at high levels for short burst. These short burst of exertion have often proven to pay off which has reinforced such behavior that is until the crash of exhaustion sets in. I become frustrated and then typically rebel for a little while until I muster up the white knuckled approach to do it all over again. I would always think the right solution is self-sacrifice and withholding ANYTHING that would not allow me to be perceived perfect.  I would often apply this outlook to my relationship with God as well going from extremes of celibacy to fasting and then to prayer fests. As I write it all down it actually seems laughable to think that is the way I decided to control myself. I always lived by this thought that I must be perfect and sacrifice or suffer to be happy. I can say that has not worked for me with certainty. I still struggle with the desire to live in extremes and I am realizing the real definition of self-sacrifice lies somewhere in between trust and surrender. Those two concepts seem harder than anything else. By surrendering to faith or believing in the unknown we are essentially testing God and our spirit. We are laying all the pressure of our joy to rest on the process of letting go.

So, How Do You Surrender?

1.      Ask to be led.

2.      Listen and write the thoughts down.

3.      Follow you spirit’s intuitive guidance.

When I asked my spirit how to surrender, this is what I heard below. 

·        Be Still.

·        Allow the flow of emotions to cleanse your pain.

·        Lay your troubles at God’s feet every minute of the day.

·        Acknowledge His resolutions.

·        Speak of your blessings.

·        Share with your heart your soul’s whisperings and plant them there to bloom.

·        Allow the mind to govern decision making that is heart and soul driven.

·        Seek out the vibration in people, places and things that cause you to feel peace constantly.

·        Serve yourself by serving others, selflessness brings selfishness in balance.

·        Trust that you will have what is promised, if you do what you promise by honoring your purpose.

·        Until you know your way, keeping walking anyway. Movement is the condition by which you learn.

·        Align yourself with the view that God’s sees. A perspective that physical obtainment is temporary, spiritual obtainment is eternal.

·        Accept self- sacrifice in lieu of self- control. Allow instead of resist. Alter your course by sacrificing old thoughts, actions and manuscripts that have gotten you to the place of now.

One of my greatest desires is to have a family and be in love with myself and someone else at the same time. A wish that I have yet to see manifest. I woke up this morning with my recurring dream of having three children and partner in life. I think dreams are really the secrets that our souls already know. These things are already there we just have to put ourselves in the vibration that will pull them towards us.

 According to the Webster’s dictionary, the definition of sacrifice is to give up an offering for something else that you want, or in a spiritual context it can be described as giving up a possession to God.  For me self-sacrificing is letting go of the supplemental men that get me emotionally by or the sweet food that takes away my craving for love. Self-sacrifice is really just the emotional place we must all go in order to give up ourselves to Him.  In this process we must identify when we experience the separation from the body and spirit, which means the body resists the spirits lead. To be successful in absolute surrender the spirit must seek out the solutions and the body must follow. Following God begins by leading your heart, mind and spirit towards HIM first. The compass is already within guiding your direction. Your ears will hear the way, your eyes will recognize the vision, your heart will feel the pound of excitement and your soul will confirm in feeling peace.

 Are you willing to experience the sensations of surrender for your spiritual solution? Consider this; surrender is like the thunder in a storm that warns of the light about to break in you. Sacrifice is like unto lightning, with every discharge of negative energy, you will transform your spiritual world and be seen for who you really are.


Live Inspired,

Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive



Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Harvest Spirit Food

Dear Beautiful Souls,

I realized the flow of my spirit comes so much easier when my body is clear from the haze of sugar. I began a juice fast yesterday to reconnect my mind to my spirit, instead of my body. I have struggled with managing my body all my life and have known for a long time what has really been weighing me down… I have lacked self-investment on the inside. I will get pedicures, manicures, facials and even Botox if necessary to keep my exterior flawless, but to eat well consistently and exercise, well that can wait. Unfortunately that attitude has weighed me down, and I have layers of proof.  

How many of us admit to ourselves we need assistance in achieving more balance in the body?  I know having this conversation with myself helps me to be more accountable to my goals. I want to be spiritually, physically and emotionally fit.  Fitness to me is a consistent practice to train oneself for a desired outcome. Spiritual fitness is the beginning first step to achieve balance in the body. The body a fascinating creation from God is the barometer of the condition of the spirit. I even believe the body manifests illness or injury to bring us back to a place of spiritual alignment. I noticed in my years of practicing as a mental health counselor, when the body does not honor the spirit mental illness would emerge. Living in our truth is the key to living in our purpose.

Our bodies will manage us or we can decide to manage them. Fasting is a quick, although not easy way to reset communication to your spirit.  By delaying the gratifications of physical hunger one can feast upon interior subsistence. So how do we fast? Well it depends on your goals. I find it helpful to fast for a full 24 hours to encourage spiritual clarity when I need to make important life decisions. I am free from food and drink during that time. I recommend fasting at least one time per month as a spiritual maintenance plan. Additionally, I will fast for others who are spiritually sick or need energetic support if I feel compelled to do so.  I find that fasting in groups or for someone is powerful. Two spirits are better than one in achieving help from above. Consider joining with your partner, friend or other loved one to launch a spiritual circle of support while setting the intention inward.

A three day juice fast for me seems to provide a physical reset of my cravings and addictions. Along with lots of water and prayer I feel fantastic by day three! I feel such a sense of peace and self-love after a successful fast. My body feels lighter and I am taught that I am stronger than I think. When I mediate during this time, I feel a higher sensitivity to the whisperings of my soul because the body is put in check. I feel spirit driven not ego driven. I allow divine inspiration closer.    

Your body knows just what you need to be healthy, trust the body it is smarter than you are.  We often forget how to listen to our bodies and fasting allows our spiritual ears to dial in. Harvest spiritual food and fast forward to live the best version of your life.  You may be hungry but you won’t be empty.

Live Inspired,

Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

God is Love

God Is Love even on the streets of New York

Dear Beautiful Souls,

I was walking down the streets of New York hand in hand with a date, when I noticed him. All smiles in a conversation I looked down and my heart dropped, as I saw a homeless man in a sleeping bag on the curb of a church. Right next to him there was a sign on a gate that said, “God is love.” I had a profound moment with my soul and I wondered, “How can I find His love in this situation?” I felt the intensity of sadness wrestle with my mind’s capacity to process that view.  The concept that one of God’s children was living amongst the dust of the New York night jarred me.  Along my feet was a son of someone. My playfulness of exploring the city changed into an opportunity to question the ways of the world. As a sensitive to other’s souls, I had to resist my desire to get a heavenly view of who he was. Like many others who may have crossed his sidewalk home, I kept walking. I tried to pretend I was unbothered and continued my conversation with my beau attempting to stay present in the moment of being carefree.

I guess that image never left me, because I still think of him much like Anthony the lost boy I saw a few weeks prior. This is my second experience understanding that the homeless are our teachers. They remind of us of the fragility of how a few decisions could lead to aloneness and the enrollment in the school of real survival. I think how these men may have to rely on the generosity of a stranger to feed or clothe them. The humility of laying your head on concrete to simply rest your body, wow… I am stirred. 

So, I begged the question to my spirit. Where was God’s love? Where was He in that moment?

My answer came as a whisper in my ear, “within me.”  Although speaking no words, that man asleep who lay along my path taught me. He served me in the example of his life, that in despite of the circumstances you are given you stick it out. You rest and when you wake up alive, thank God and keep begging to live. You understand although you have circumstances that are not desirable you still show up and give it another try.

You many even ask, “Why should I try?”  

I believe you try because at the very least, someone needs YOU to learn. If that man had not been lying there on that curb, I would not have felt God’s love for me in that moment. He was serving his purpose, by being an example to not quit. 


We live our purpose even in the weak moments, or feelings of defeat because we all have a story to share. The resilience of the human spirit is the catalyst to understand our design that is manufactured for greatness. Smallness is tallness. To be humble and to take in the lessons of hardship is to know the height at which you will leap to awareness.  

God is love because he gave us each other. We are not here alone living life on earth. We are one of millions of people all taking a breath right now, heart beating in our chest and alive for one more day.  I believe we all chose to be born and contribute to evolution.

So, what is the purpose now that you are here? KNOW that GOD is Love.

Seek His love in every occasion. Search for love in every circumstance. Surrender to His love in every choice. Ask, “How can I show myself or others God’s love when I am faced with difficulty?” You will know the answer, when the answer is coupled with a peaceful feeling. Your intuitive truth will always be paired with a feeling in the heart and the gut. Your mind is where you go to sort out the scenario and the heart and gut is where you go to feel the verdict. 

Today chose love. Pretend you have never felt love before and let love feel brand new. Allow love to swell in your belly and pound in your chest. Remember those moments when you felt the most love and visualize that emotional experience. Those memories will keep you going until you make new ones. Love is Letting Others View your Expansion.  The expansion of love in your spirit is infinite. Shifting your view begins by finding God’s love in whatever box your learning comes wrapped in. The gift is in the receiving of the lesson and you determine the value of the experience. Having spiritual presence is like unto the bow on top of the box.  Living is the present and our connection to each other always makes the gift of life more beautiful. LOVE IS YOU. LOVE IS US. LOVE IS GOD. BE LOVE. GIVE LOVE. KNOW LOVE.


Live Inspired,


Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive




Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Prayer Changes Things

Dear Beautiful Souls,

You ever have one of those days where no matter how hard you try things just don’t go your way? You know how it goes...the frustration kicks in and you resolve to the idea you may have been better off just staying in bed. Yep, we have all had those moments and for me that was yesterday. I spent the whole day going from one task to another feeling defeated and annoyed. As I sat on the train trying to figure out why I faced so much resistance, the thought came to my mind, “you did not use your intuition or pray and ask for help once.” Newsflash! I am a Spiritual Intuitive... “Wow,” I thought, “this was so true,” and I laughed at myself. Despite the epiphany, I still continued to pout, but I began to wonder, “Was that the lesson in this day, to be reminded of the contrast of what life is like with and without guidance from above?” Well folks, I think that was the case.
Many of us go throughout our day, zipping from one task to another taking the world on all alone because we simply forget to ask for help. Is it really that simple, just ask? Absolutely! After my terrible Tuesday, I got on my knees and wept and decided to let go of everything that got in my mind’s way. I can tell you my feelings of inadequacy, frustration and disappointment quickly left my body and I was able to release the left overs of defeat. I reconnected to my father above who I know loves me and wasted no opportunity to teach me in a loving way. I was reminded I do need him and that he has not left my side EVER. I left him out of my plans and ran out of the door because I decided I did not have time to take the few moments I needed to reconnect to my spirit. The consequences were great and the old coping mechanisms of self-harm started to cloud my thoughts.

I will confess Magnolia Bakery was calling my name as I sat angry in Grand Central Station. Luckily for me, my desire to succor my feelings in cupcakes did not win last night although the cupcakes may have been bought. The beautiful red velvet cupcake of escape is still sitting nicely in its box. Who am I kidding? The cupcake will be eaten eventually, but yesterday it would have been a drug...today it’s simply dessert.  

In a nut shell, prayer simply changes things. I have lived with a plaque in my bedroom that states that very statement for years. I have often looked up from my bed and read those little words and I have gotten on my knees and felt taller than when standing. I have felt the arms of the Creator, wrap around me in many hours of weakness, leaving my heart full. He is there. You spirit will whisper to you the words you need to hear, simply kneel down, speak and feel from within.

How do you pray?

1.     Start with the intention to receive inspiration.

2.     Listen in silence.

3.     Invite stillness and quiet inside your spirit.  

4.     Speak your truth. The good, bad and the ugly needs to be expressed in raw form.  

5.     Open your heart and wait for the peace to flow in.  

6.     Look for patterns as to how you receive inspiration. Ask yourself, “Do I have a feeling? Do I just know what I am supposed to do? Do I hear words? Do I see an image of the situation?” These are all forms of how personal revelation takes shape.

7.     Lean in and partake in the information you are receiving. Write down ideas, ask questions, or draw an image with no filter of judgement and fear.

8.     Understand that prayer is an active exercise. It takes practice and showing up is half of the battle.

9.     Allow your faith to grow. Test God and ask him to show you how he will communicate to you and if He is there.

10.  Remember participating in prayer is not a race, it is a destination. Your prayers will change and the answers will become more easily interpreted as you become more vulnerable and allow Him in.

11.  Never quit.  Prayer is the call you always want to make. Even if you feel alone, angry or unheard pick up your spiritual phone and dial home. He always answers, takes collection calls, and will never put you on hold.

Living inspired is to live informed, of His plan for you. How will you ever know how He can help you if you do not ask? Prayer is there to bring you closer to the real you. The windows of heaven open to hear your cries, and the voices of your spiritual guides will reveal themselves if you chose to listen. Pray always and discover the spiritual map to your rest. Find inside what has always been there and you have forgotten. Prayer is like extending your hand when you are unstable in your grip and you are climbing a mountain. He is there at the top, waiting to pull you up and let you see the terrain is easier to overcome with his help.


Live Inspired,


Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

His Name Was Anthony and He Changed Me

Dear Beautiful Souls,

Along the sidewalks of New York, you find them. I noticed the lost children on a Thursday around midnight at Union Square. They were playing double dutch and I decided to stop and observe how they found joy in such a hard edged place. Laughter and their incessant desire to keep trying even when the ropes fell brought a smile to my face. Lost in that moment, I ignored the brokenness of the city until I saw him. His name was Anthony and we locked eyes almost immediately as I broke my stare from the game. I could tell he needed something from me and I smiled at him with my eyes and mouth. He attempted his luck at jump rope and then gently approached me. I greeted him and he asked my name. I politely shared who I was and then my intuition began to kick in. I could see hopelessness in his countenance and I told him that I knew he was lost.

He softly replied, “Yes I’m lost” and explained he was originally from Washington D.C. I asked why he was so far away from home and he shared that a violent exchange occurred with his family and he had to leave. He stated he did not know how he landed there and shared his stories of instability within in his mind and body.  Realizing he was homeless and suffered from mental and medical illness, I felt compelled to pray with him, not knowing what else to do to offer him comfort. He agreed and I placed my hand on his shoulder and prayed the mightiest prayer I could think of. I asked God to watch over him and send angels to aid in his safe return home and to provide him with comfort to know he was loved. Anthony looked up at me with tears streaming down his face, and my heart was pricked.

In a moment near midnight my heart was tender to know that this soul felt something from above. He shared that he was just so sad and continued to weep. He placed his hands up in front of his face and I placed my two hands up next to his and sent him love from the prayer in my heart. Holding back tears I felt a soul to soul connection with a stranger who is someone’s son and brother. I felt the noise of the park leave my ears and I felt like the whole world took a breath and I felt sense of peace. The compassion and love I felt for this boy changed something inside of me. I knew that I was supposed to meet him and that all things that day had led me there.

I recalled my emotional prayers that morning because my grandmother had just died the day before and I was disappointed I was not with her. I needed comfort and asked God to help me serve others in a way that would please Him so I could distract myself from my pain. I had been frustrated because my stay in New York was far longer than originally planned, so I surrendered to his will to get me home when it was the right time.  I was supposed to leave on a plane that afternoon, but my flight got canceled. I had no idea why I would be in town one more day until I met Anthony. I knew my prayers had been answered but the strange thing is that I felt like I was the one who got served.

 I felt so close to God when I got the privilege to share a hug with this precious soul. Yes, he had lost his way on his journey, but I kept thinking maybe I was the one needing to be found, so that I could understand humanity’s need for pure love. I felt inspired to give him the cash in my pocket and asked him to have a good meal that night. He cried again and tried to refuse my gift. I put my hands of his face and wiped his tears and told him to find his way back home. He shook his head and I gave him one last hug and I walked away not sure quite how to process the experience. I joined hands with my friend waiting on me nearby and exhaled. As I walked away, I looked back to offer Anthony one more smile and he had already disappeared into the sea of people.

I was moved inside my spirit to have the honor to stand on the street and hear his story. Anthony gave me a reason to keep going and be a light worker. He proved to me in that moment by being present that I could receive the opportunity to connect with my soul and his. This was a mutual exchange of learning, service and energy. He taught me what can happen when we lose our way back home. He showed me the pain that comes from forgetting where we belong.

Do you feel like you have lost your way home?

If so, this is what I believe and learned from Anthony because I was allowed to experience the compassion of God through him. We belong to our Father in heaven. He will always wipe our tears and will send us angels when we are in trouble. He will give us just what we need even we do not even ask for it. He will still show us compassion when we decide to play games in the night and chose not to rest. He will cry with us and extend his hands to give us love if we place them out in vulnerability. He will hug us even when we are dirty and have not taken the best of care of ourselves. He will listen to us when we are sad and our bodies ache. He is there and will always find us even if we do not want to be found. We can always turn back from doing the journey our way and find safety in Him. He has given us a way to call him when we need help and the number is P-R-A-Y-E-R.    

I have thought of Anthony every day since our lives crossed paths. I think of where he is and how is doing. I can only imagine how much our Father feel’s the same way about us. I gave Anthony my business card and said for him to call me if he made it home, because I wanted him to find motivation in being found again. God does that to us, he asks us to contact him so that we can be found again. He will motivate us by giving us blessings; consider taking the time to identify them.

How can you be found? Decide to not be lost. Seek people of light. Place yourself in surroundings that remind you of heaven. Understand that your spirit is the commodity, not your body or intellect. Run in fervor with all you heart and in all you do. Plant roots with those who help you grow. Continue to smile even after the tears.  Ask Him in prayer ANYTHING and when all else fails give service. Maybe you will find you own Anthony. Maybe Anthony is even you. If you feel alone, I am here and I will cry with you. We are meant to do this together. Ask for rest in your sorrows and for healing.  To be homeless is to not know the place by which you came from. You home is with Him, and your spirit resides their always. We are the ones who forget, but he will never let you be forgotten.


Live Inspired,


Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive


Wednesday, April 15, 2015

For the Love of Ruth

Dear Beautiful Souls,

I imagine that in those final moments before death, when we are gasping for air that we are wondering did my life matter. Taking a breath is the first thing we do when we are born and the last thing we do before we die.  We probably will never quite understand the gift of breathing until our spirit lets go in the final breath to begin again.   

 I am feeling heavy hearted as my grandmother whom I was named after is preparing to leave this earth and meet her maker. Tears trickle down my cheek to think I have lost two grandparents within a few months. Although it is the circle of life, and I see behind the scenery of the earth there is still mourning for those I love and loose. I have learned there is magnificence that comes after the spirit leaves the earthly body because I believe in the afterlife. Part of my professional purpose is to prove the soul does live on.  As a medium, usually I am interpreting messages from the other side for strangers, but today I looked into to heaven to find my grandmother. She is lingering in ICU, and I can already see the spirits encircling her body preparing her to enter the door of light to heaven. Even in the somberness I find peace that we are never alone. Whether in birth, life or death I believe some Being brings us, carries us, and receive us.  Our spirit guides or angels are always nearby our soul ready to serve.

How do I know? I know because I hear, see, and feel the whisperings. I feel peace when I receive the messages and get insight so detailed the whisperings cannot be explained away. I hear my grandmother’s spirit talking to me and know she must choose her final time of peace in death.

My Grandmother’s name is Ruth Elizabeth, and her life mattered. She was a renaissance woman. She created life with her body and business with her mind.  She wore her hair strawberry red until the end, reminding us of the reason for the childhood nickname “red” which complimented her rosy cheeks and smile. She was stern but generous in heart. Her legacy was that of believing in God unwavering and living the simple life in spite of her access to have more. She loved fried fish with hushpuppies and McDonald’s sausage biscuits on Fridays. She was always in toe with her three sisters exploring the southern happenings of life, which to observe them would remind you of an episode of Designing Women. She loved jewelry, collecting antiques and crystal birds and always refused to be slowed down by her walker. A few months back I asked her why she felt she was created, and she looked at me defensively and said, “To work.” I think she noticed my sadness and then asked me the same. I said my purpose was to serve others. I realized we were saying the same things, although I do not think she ever understood her worth even in her last days.  She expressed near her death she felt peace within but I wondered if she knew how much she contributed to the world.

Do you know how much you contribute to the world?

So many of us think we are insignificant and do not count. We may even think that our day to day practices are under appreciated or unimportant. I can tell you that work is important, you matter and so does your life.  We often take for granted the design of our creation and forget the magical force that manifested the breath we take or thoughts we make. We linger too much on the stress and strains and not enough on the greatness and gains. The delicacy of life reminds me of how to not think about the win or lose but more on the heart and beat of living. We are all just one moment away of having an end, as no one can count the numbers in our days.  Just like when a flower dies, with every end there is always a seed that remains to be planted. I believe our God or however you define the vastness of what some may say is the unproven is infinite. I believe we have no ends, only beginnings to another chapter of our story.

We all have a specific purpose for why we are here. Allow your soul to speak to you as a lover, and begin to live in the jeans or body of your soul.  In the night, be the light only you can give. Reach out for help and never forget to hear in quiet places. Focus not on death…but the rebirth of getting another chance.  

Ask yourself why am I here? What is my purpose and how do I live it?

God is there waiting to tell you, but he will not always make it so obvious. Work to know him. Work to know your soul. Work to live inspired so when you are at end of the journey and let go you don’t ask yourself what if. Settle into the uniqueness of your own beauty and be present. Take notice, look in the mirror and reflect upon your divinity. Know you are here to be heard. Step into who you are and be honest as to who you are not. It is not about how you started life or the circumstances you were born into, but how you finish at the last breath.  


Live Inspired,


Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive