Looking Up

I’m very grateful for the downloads I received in the Twilight this morning. I was shown that Tamera is somewhat of an angel, playing a role quite divine in my path. She’s like the big sister I never had and the mother of me and my son in ways I can’t yet speak of – but I see it in the sky. As a fairy god mother sent into the Cinderella story of a woman who lost her sense of self-worth.

We’re going to get a stair master today and I’m excited to start a new season of healing and renewal with her and my new soul tribe family. We’ll set up the basement room as a work-out gym on one side and the other side will be where my son sleeps. I’m going to put her on a work-out routine, teach her to dance hip-hop when she’s sculpting and transform her body into something magical. She’s a very beautiful woman and I’m so excited to see her at her best.

She doesn’t know this, but the pictures on the room she prepared for me look exactly like the walk I walked from the boardwalk to the beach in the 2 years of preparation to come here that I spent in South Florida. Also, I’m quite sure she’s the woman in the dream I had in March of 2016 that stood next to me reviewing a magical book. It was part 2 of a 3-part dream that showed me my son falling down in a race and refusing to get back up, then me and a woman reviewing a book together and the last part was a man on a black horse that fell off as everyone stood watching and taking pictures of his fall. I was the only one that went to help him. I don’t know who he is in that dream but I do believe that all of these prophecies are unfolding as they are designed to.

I will wear that red swimsuit she gave to me yesterday. I’ve seen it in another vision. I’m not sure what I was doing exactly or who I was with but there was a film crew there with us in that beautiful backyard with lush landscaping and water features surrounding the pool. I was happy. I was walking in joy and love. I was someone special in that place.

D just messaged me to comment on the red swimsuit, alerting me that today is Pam’s birthday. There are so many little reasons to see hope in the unfolding of the story my Father in Heaven has authored for me. And like a little girl on Christmas morning, I am learning to unwrap these little gifts with excitement for all that I receive, rather than trying to control or create gifts myself. All good gifts come down from Heaven, given by the Father of Lights.

I open my heart, my mind, my soul and my spirit to receive. Time to book a moving truck and get ready for a call with a company who publishes magazines about good news for neighborhoods.

July 1st, 7:31 a.m. PS – my dad went to Heaven on July 31st.

Photo: Wall picture that looks like the walk to the beach in Dania.

Songs: Life could be a dream & Life is worth living (Justin Bieber)