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

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Thursday, April 9, 2015

For the Mile High Club


Dear Beautiful Souls,

As I sat on the front row of my plane heading to New York, I pondered about the dead solider that was traveling with us to his family and his final resting place. I was wondering why I was picking up such a massive headache and then I was given the answer from my intuitive voice. He died due to a head trauma and I began to feel his energy intensely. I could see the dead soldier in my mind’s eye and he appeared to me wearing his camouflage fatigues. He was hovering nearby the solider sitting across from me on the plane who had been assigned to escort his body home. I could feel the dead soldier’s desperation of wanting to communicate to his family through me. It broke my heart to feel a spirit feeling so unsettled worrying about his mother’s ability to cope with his loss. I asked the officer if he would pass my card along to the family, so I could perhaps offer myself as a vessel to aid in their healing. I was flying standby and I was asked to get off and on the plane three times. I wondered if the universe arranged my connection to this particular flight so I could serve this spirit. I am humbled and in awe of the gift I have. Although it is often met with tears as I experience the feelings of the ones I help, I get the blessing of connecting people to our maker almost daily.

He is real you know, God that is. I see his helpers…the angels, spirit guides and the souls passing through to heaven. It is just my normal and sometimes I become overwhelmed by the sacredness of life and spiritual orchestra that is playing all around us.

 As I was processing yet again another profound experience with spirit, I was staring at the southwest airline logo on the wall in front of me. The logo is a red heart with silver wings attached to it, or what looks like a flying heart. I began to think about how the heart is the gateway to all healing that we need and helps us maneuver our flight in this human experience.

Your heart is the copilot of the soul. I think that is why so many of us protect and guard it so. The heart is where we feel the most beautiful form of love and also where we feel the most pain. The heart is the vehicle by which we experience insights and spiritual miracles. I have to consciously turn my heart on and ask my clients to do the same so I can hear their soul’s voice and access higher consciousness when I serve them. I believe if we all would just allow our heart to be turned on more, we could fly to a place of more peace and higher enlightenment.

Love is of the soul. Fear is of the ego. Pure love allows us to take risks in faith and gives permission to the universe or God to provide us with our path. Pure fear co-creates with us, a place of judgement and separateness from the body and spirit and lends us to controlling behaviors and distrust.

Do you operate from a place of love or a place of fear? If you are not sure, look at how you measure your success. Is the measure of your happiness based on physical things and/or accomplishments, or is it based on you living through your soul’s purpose in love?

 Having success or material wealth is not the issue, it is the condition by which we obtain them that is perhaps something to consider. When we operate from our heart or inner co-pilot we will not fail. Even if heart break is the outcome of a decision, we still have not lost.  Heartbreak or as I refer to it as “soul exercise” is the way we learn. Heart work is hard work. Some blood, sweat and tears will be shed but the soul will be fed by colorful opportunities for growth. Avoiding the learning of the heart is like restricting the soul’s expansion.

In thinking more of my plane ride experience, I also thought of the concept of the mile high club. I chuckle when I think of this “club” identified as a “naughty” group of people who make love secretly on airplanes.  My kind of “mile high club” would actually consist of souls choosing in love, to connect to God by allowing their hearts to fly to him for help.

How do I connect to God’s love you may ask?

First, pack up your emotional baggage and board the plane to a destination where your heart and God are the co-pilots. Second, allow your trust to be your safety belt and if you panic reach for your face mask and breathe in faith. There will be turbulence or trouble, but remember he always provides you with flight attendants or spiritual guides to keep you calm and provide instruction. Do not forget to look out the window down below where things or objects in perspective are so small. Notice that the clouds of thoughts will move if you choose to look for the reveal of what is on the horizon, the beauty of the soul. The sunrise and sunset are proof there is a design and order to God where we all get second chances in the sky we are traveling through. He knows where and how high we must journey to reach our destination home. Enlist your heart, travel in love and just be present in the flying. Just as that soldier sacrificed his life for our country, sacrifice your fear and surrender your life to the captain and no longer be captive. You are never alone.

 

Live Inspired,

 

Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

For Sickness and in Health




Dear Beautiful Souls,

So, I have spent the last week lying in bed making every promise to God to free me from my horrible plague. I do not know exactly what I had but I can tell you I was miserable. You know those times when you are so sick, that you feel like you are going to die and you promise God,  when you get better you will  appreciate your health more? This was one of those moments. I swear, I confessed to God every sin I could think of, but it still took nearly a week to free my body of the enemy virus. So, in normal fashion I evaluated what brought me to this place of total body shut down.  What I concluded is that my illness came down to my lack of taking care of my spiritual and physical energy, let me explain.

I believe we are energetic beings constantly responding to the energy around us. Being a medium, I am extremely sensitive to EVERYTHING around me. I had been traveling on planes, trains, subways and giving many spiritual readings for weeks. Part of my regular spiritual maintenance is to take care of myself through various exercises but sometimes even for me, it becomes too much and I become overloaded with energetic garbage. For the average person, energetic garbage may come in the form of a headache or stomach ache or even bad mood. This is because many times, what we feel does not even belong to us; it belongs to someone or something else. You may have noticed that when you get off the phone or speak to someone at work you feel drained or irritable. This is a classic symptom of an energetic exchange where you picked up someone else’s emotional/spiritual “stuff.” 

To further illustrate this, I want to provide you with an example as to how I experience the energy of others. One day, while traveling home on a plane, I began to suddenly feel extremely nauseous and have a headache. Knowing that I am an empathic being and I often feel other people’s emotions or feelings, I asked myself, “does this belong to me?” My intuitive voice, simple replied, “no.” I then asked my spiritual guides or intuition who these symptoms were coming from. I immediately, felt the gentleman sitting next to me on the plane. I observed he was sweaty, clammy, his hands were shaking, and he did not appear to feel well. As I looked over at him, we were landing and he stated he could not wait to get off the plane and have a drink at the bar. I knew right then he was experiencing classic symptoms of alcohol withdrawal and I was picking up his discomfort. Once I acknowledged where the feelings originated from and decided I would not continue to join in his physical experience, my discomfort immediately left.

I view energy like a blob of random matter or molecules that stick to everything. To me it looks like a cloud of dark haze that floats in a room. I believe these clouds of energy hold all the emotions or texture of a space and make like an energetic fingerprint or DNA imprint of the area. Many of us have experienced that feeling of walking into a particular space and thought, “I don’t like the vibe of this room.” That is because you are feeling the residue of whatever has happened in that space before.

As another example of this, one of my clients and I were speaking about this very topic and she explained she had just walked into a particular store to buy something. She stated upon entering the front door that she immediately felt stressed and feared for her safety.  Surprisingly, she was told that the store had just been held up at gunpoint and robbed moments before.

Her experience, demonstrates how we are energetic sponges that are constantly filtering out our experiences spiritually, emotionally, and physically.  Often we are too disconnected from our spirit to have awareness to what we come in contact with on a daily basis.

So, to help you with this concept, I want to provide you with basic steps on how to manage your energy.

1. Before you begin your day, set the intention to only hold on to what emotionally/spiritually/physically belongs to you and nothing more.

2. Imagine yourself in a bubble of light that completely encapsulates your entire body and energetic space, this should be about 5 feet around you in all directions. 

3. Upon visualizing yourself inside the bubble, establish the purpose that the bubble represents a protective layer, creating a barrier between yourself and others.

4. Maintain the bubble at all times, you may even need to inflate the bubble again especially before a meeting or call with someone who you know wears down your energy.

The energetic bubble is a great way to begin setting boundaries with those around us. You should notice you do not feel as exhausted or tired because you have established an intention of spiritual care. This is the first step to keeping a healthy spirit that is less inclined to get sick.

When I think of being so sick over the last week, I am reminded that our body operates as a barometer to inform us when we are must pay more attention to what we need.  Often our intuition will tell us when we are pushing ourselves too far. It is when we ignore the spirit that our body will quickly do its part to get us back on track. Our body is the glove to our spirit that acts like an internal mirror to our spirit’s condition. God has provided us with the tools to keep optimal spiritual and physical alignment to achieve our soul’s ultimate success. Remember to use your spiritual bubble to preserve your energy and health. Always ask if the feelings you are experiencing belong to you or someone else. Know that God does not want us to be responsible for other’s energetic garbage. Take out the spiritual trash that is making you sick and if you are not sure ask your intuition. Peace cannot be falsely duplicated and always indicates spiritual well-being. Dis-ease will cause disease within you. You cannot always control your environment but you can control the spiritual space you reside within. Pop the bubble of living inside a life you do not want, and end the spiritual sickness of ignoring your intuition. Be well and be free.  

 

Live Inspired,

 

Amy Brock, Spiritual Intuitive