On the day before Gretel journeyed down to earth again and birthed in her mama’s belly, her spiritual angel reminded her about the purpose of Living on Earth.
Remember, Gretel, in the deep recesses of your heart WHY you’re choosing this human incarnation.
You’re diving into a world of seeming duality: the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful.
Your helpful mind will draw lines to determine what’s right, how you want to live your life.
Your loving heart will attempt to navigate in a good way.
Your sweet body will listen to mind and heart and reflect your path back to you.
You will seemingly lose your way.
You will weep, rage, stagnate, not know, spin, sorrow, grieve.
You will try to fix what seems to be wrong.
You will most probably feel alone and abandoned and oh-so confused.
Sweetheart, I want you to remember this.
Earth is a school where you meet it all. You bring it in–like food–the best you can, with the awareness you have in any moment. And your awareness is not your fault.
Clouds of thought and emotion and sensation will block the pureness you feel here in the beyond. Like mischievous tricksters they send you into a maze circling ’round and ’round. That maze is actually your labyrinth. Walk it, sweet one.
Feel what hurts without letting your pain define you.
Tell your story without forgetting the truth of what exists now.
Honor your body without believing it defines you.
And when you define and forget and believe–which you most likely will–follow the bread crumbs back to the present moment where it’s possible to remember.
When you’re lost in the forest of it’s-just-not-fair and hope seems lost in the endless maze TRUST that your path opens before you. You’ve never been lost. You’re the heroine of your fairy tale. There’s something bigger than your fairy tale burning away in your cottage in the woods.
Hansel and the witch and your father and evil stepmother–they’re all aspects of YOU. You are more than Gretel, more than the breadcrumbs, more than the Brothers Grimm, more than your readers with sweaty palms waiting with baited breath to see what happens next.
Without your birth, dear one, no fairy tale exists to repel and inspire us. We NEED the story to remind us of the fullness of life. We honor your birth with tears and joy on this Easter weekend because. Just because–what you experience is not a mistake. You complete us, in only ways you will someday once again understand.
I sprinkle this potion into your heart so that some part of you remembers when times get tough. Until we meet again…
“the forest of it’s-just-not-fair” Great way to describe the obstacles. I like your hopeful message and will try to remember often. Happy Easter.
I just channeled this today, Ally Bean. I sat down to write a post about our continued snow and melting and more snow—and this came out instead. So I’m going to feel this hopefulness this weekend too. Happy Easter to you as well!
It would be nice if we didn’t have to wait to understand.
Easter blessings to you and your family! XOXO
Oh my, Stacy, isn’t that true? With our limited awareness it’s lucky we can avoid getting lost in the maze. Easter blessings to your sweet little family too!
I struggle with being enough. Or rather the feeling of not being good enough…for whatever task or goal I want to achieve…even if the goal is just being present A wonderful yoga class this morning and then your message reminds me not to struggle so much and to trust that the path will open. Thank you, Kathy.
Anna, I so get what you’re saying. Glad you were able to tune into your beautiful yoga class and that this message spoke to you as well. I have been re-reading old journals lately and keep seeing that seem theme throughout the years. Not feeling good enough, this enough, that enough. I think that’s what started my spiritual journey all those years ago–a desire to finally just be good enough with this life. Thank you for being honest and sharing your heart. ❤
ahh – I answered a question on an earlier blogpost – about what would I remember on my death-bed… two years old, I think
I am glad you were led to that old post and felt called to answer from your heart ♥️
What a wonderful story, Kathy! I love this!
Thank you, Dale! I sat down expecting to write an entirely different post and this came out of the typing fingers and surprised the heck out of me!
Don’t you just love when that happens? Especially when so successful 😉
You know exactly how great it feels when it comes from nowhere and you’re just watching to see what the heck comes next. Thanks for your understanding 💜
I need to allow myself to get inspired soon! 🧡
Thank you, Dawn, and I have been thinking of you and wishing you a happy birthday 🎈🎁🎉
Easter blessings to you, Kathy. Thinking of you often as we ‘follow those bread crumbs back to the present moment.’ Beautiful thoughts and gentle reminders in your words.
Following those bread crumbs back to the present moment with you, Barbara. Thank you for your Easter blessings and the same for you & yours.
What a lovely Easter morning message! Thank you Kathy!
Cindy, thank you! Happy Easter to you on your precious island.
“Earth is a school where you meet it all.” Very wise, Kathy, and very well said. Thank you for the reminder to keep on going when the going gets tough. Hope you and yours had a lovely Easter!
Thank you for reading this little story, Debbie. ❤ We had a very nice quiet Easter here, although we talked on the phone with family. Hope yours was nice too.
I love this story. Very much. Thank you for telling it, Kathy. ♥♥♥
I am so glad you liked it, Robin. I was going to write an entirely different post but the Universe apparently wanted this one to be shared. ❤
I need this potion SO MUCH. Thank you.
Doesn’t it amaze you when you’re writing a story and you have no clue how it will end–or how it even came forth in the first place?
The magic (and best part) of writing!
Thank you, dear Tilly! ❤
Dear Kathy! I’m back on your blog after years of being lost in the labyrinth and I recognize your beautiful spirit even more than I did before!! ❤️❤️😃
You are a joy and YOUR energy has touched me deeply the past week or so.