By Leona Thomas
There are many ways to soothe your feelings when the modern world is overwhelming you. One of my bad habits is to reach for something sugary when my emotions are high, when I feel tearful and triggered by something. I learned to do this as a child. It is difficult to find a photo of my younger self that doesn't show me eating sweets or biscuits!
But now that Ramadan is here, I cannot eat or drink anything from sunrise (approximately 3.45am) until sunset (approximately 7.45pm) and the process of fasting and praying is really stirring up some very deep old feelings. The emotional pain is intense and I have no choice but to sit with it.
So what do you do when you cannot eat to make the feelings go away?
You have to listen to them. They each have a story to tell. The trick is not to get sucked in to that story because it will be distorted by your pain. When we are upset we do not see the world from a balanced perspective. Truth goes out of the window but our upset mind tells us that it knows the truth. It is not so.
So how do you navigate the world once you have been triggered?
Have you ever noticed that you can deeply hurt or offend somebody when you are upset? Misunderstandings get out of control and you can even lose the friendship or relationship because of your behaviour or something terrible that you said.
The trick is to realise that you may not be seeing things as clearly as your mind would have you believe. Walk away and calm down. There are many ways to calm down and we all enjoy different things.
You might watch a favourite movie or listen to some great music.
Or you might like to meditate.
Meditation doesn't have to be complicated. You do not have to twist yourself into a pretzel and sit in Lotus position. That is for yogis. That is the natural seated position in Asia. If you are not Asian let yourself relax. It helps to keep your back straight if you are going to meditate sitting down. But meditation can also include swimming lengths in a pool or painting something artistic for fun, or taking photographs of nature in the park.
In fact meditation is just a way to let your mind take a rest and to allow your heart energy to take centre-stage. When we let go of our mental focus and go within, our body lets go of its stress response and relaxation occurs.
This photograph was taken at Lake Temagami in Northern Ontario, Canada. On this website it is used to help people to choose which Soul Session is right for them. But it is a power photo in its own right. Try just sitting looking at this photo for 5 minutes and notice what happens. How did your feel before you looked at the picture and how did you feel afterwards?
If you look at the various pictures on this website you will notice that they have a way of inducing calm. See which photo you are drawn to. They have a magic of their own and the Angels work with you when you are just relaxing and gazing at them. The photos bring you back to your innate Divine connection.
Now that you are back in your balanced state of connection with your inner wise self, you can look at what your emotions and feelings are trying to tell you. And take action if it is necessary. Sometimes the only person who has to do something different is you. When you are balanced and being honest with yourself, you can see the easy natural way forward. When you see that somebody is treating you badly you also see that you allow them to do that to you. And you are given the delightful gift of seeing this, understanding it, and choosing a different kind of interaction next time.
My Ramadan 2018 is bringing up some very deep issues from my childhood. Old pains and old patterns, seeing and understanding it all without any feeling at all. But the feelings are then triggered in the current day due to a similar event suddenly taking place. The trigger happens; the pain is intense and then my over-emotional mind goes into 'let's tell a dramatic story about this' mode. None of these stories are true. They are over-reactions to everyday events - caused by intense pain in the past.
I cannot eat to silence the voices so I listen.
I breathe. I sing to myself. I listen to recordings of my own music and songs. I pray. I make new recordings of me praying and singing and listen to them too!
And through it all, I continue my daily practice of ritual cleansing and prayers 5 times each day.
The Ramadan practice is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it is creating a deep purging that is excrutiatingly intense. Yet on the other hand, it is softly nurturing me and there is a definite comfort from connecting with Allah, with surrendering on the prayer mat, asking for forgiveness and being alone with Allah. Yes, this whole Holy month is about renewing your personal connection with Allah. You may pray for yourself and others once you have completed your special Ramadan prayers.
As one who is always in service to others through The Divine, it is a deeply personal means of connecting with God - 5 times a day, stopping everything and cleansing and coming home on the prayer mat so that I may connect with Allah just for the sake of me. It is an act of full surrender to the Divine, knowing that everything in my heart is known, for good or bad, right or wrong.
Finally I am putting my needs ahead of everybody else. And through it all, through all the personal prayer time with Allah, Divine Love is always there to receive me. The greatest Love of All is always there for me and never turns me away. I am coming Home.
By Leona Thomas
This year I have been inspired to take part in the Muslim traditional fast known as Ramadan. I will be fasting and praying, following the tradition as accurately as I can.
I am not a Muslim. In fact, despite working with The Divine, I am not religious at all. I was baptised a Christian when I was 5 years old and my family didn't practise the religion. This has been helpful for my work - I didn't have to unlearn any dogma.
Although I don't follow any religion, I do have an intimate connection with the Angels and all that is Holy. And I have been guided to explore various religious practices along my journey.
In Nepal and Thailand I have done the Vipassana meditation retreat. In Canada I did a 40 hour Vision Quest in Northern Ontario and a 3 hour Vision Quest in Pennsylvania, USA! Some of these practices had a deeply spiritual side and others were more scientific.
Personally, i prefer the invitation to meet The Divine. And I love to experience The Divine through different cultures. From Nepal and India through Europe and America and Canada, finally I find myself in Africa.
Many Moroccans are relaxed about their religion. Certainly it is not strict like in Saudi Arabia. The women here may choose if they wish to wear the djellaba and can decide for themselves if they want to cover their head. However once Ramadan arrives, most Moroccans observe the full tradition and actually look forward to the Holy month of Ramadan.
I cannot say I am super excited like the Moroccans because I observe a little uncertainty rising inside me. What will I feel like if I cannot eat or drink anything at all day after day from sunrise to sunset? I have no practice of doing this. Indeed, I intensely dislike being thirsty...
Another thing that causes some concern for me are the Rituals. I am not familiar with them as I am not Muslim. I will be observing Ramadan as authentically as I can. But there will be some differences...
Firstly Allah will have to show great patience as it will likely take me a while to perform the Ritual Cleanse each of the five times before I pray. Then there are the positions during the prayers themselves. And finally, the prayers are Arabic. My mouth does not know how to make those sounds.
The main point of praying to Allah is to get out of your head and approach the Holy One with a humble open heart and honour him. So I shall speak the prayers translated into my native English language. This way I can go deep into my heart and speak knowing what I am saying, avoiding mis-pronunciations of Arabic that likely turn out to mean something terrible. Allah is patient and loving and kind. Of that I am sure. And he will need to be as the Muslims will complete their prayers much faster than I will.
I don't have a copy of the Quran either but I was privileged to stay with a family briefly last year at the start of Ramadan. I didn't touch their Holy Book as it is special to them but I can honestly say I could feel the Holy energy coming from it! That was a first for me.
So I am intrigued to experience praying to God as instructed in the Quran. This Holy Book was brought to Muhammad by Archangel Gabriel. He is one of the Angels that works with me in Integrated Energy Therapy. But we first met in 2006 in Sedona. Maybe that story will be blogged during Ramadan.
Because of the effects of fasting during Ramadan I will be unable to offer my usual work but the Angels have recommended that I make some new things available to you all during this special Holy celebration.
I will keep all things Muslim private as they are personal to me and in honouring of Allah and the customs of Islam. However I may share some of my experiences and observations when it feels right.
The Angels are keen to work with me during this Holy month, however, because the huge prayer field that is created is fertile ground for miracles. If you know how to use it you can transform your life. The Angels know what they are doing!
Ramadan starts on Thursday 17th May 2018 and My Ramadan 2018 will begin.
My Ramadan 2018
A personal deepening of my connection with The Divine
By Leona Thomas
Here in Morocco the cuisine is a curious blend of African spices with a strong French influence. And whilst most of my Moroccan friends will tell you they love drinking sweet green tea, and eating tagine and couscous, the thing that always seems to get them most excited is BREAD. They cannot have a meal without it. They even use it to pick up the food!
I have been in Morocco long enough now that I even joke, "Je suis Moroccan!" and that causes much hilarity. I am actually learning to like bread...
But it hasn't always been that way.
In 2015 I was visiting Pamiers in Southern France. It was a delightful small town with lovely architecture and some quaint shops and cafes too. France is great if you like very very small coffee and good pastries. And bread!
On this particular day I found myself walking towards a little park near to the Tourist Information Centre. I love nature so this was a real treat for me. There were few people there so I just wandered along enjoying the trees and the river.
Then I found a little pond with a railing all around it and a white swan seemingly imprisoned there. The only way it would get out was if it could fly but there wasn't much room for takeoff. I stood there leaning on the railing, looking at this swan. After a while I began to feel hungry.
My thoughts went to a local bakery I had seen earlier. Boy, did I feel hungry! Images of bread were now strong in my mind. I was thinking I MUST buy bread. I tried to reason with myself that I would be travelling later and didn't need any but I couldn't get the images of bread out of my mind. I couldn't understand why I was feeling so very hungry and desperate for bread but eventually I gave in to those feelings.
I stood up from the railing and turned round to go...
And discoverd a huge crowd of ducks had silently crept up behind me and were all standing there looking at me, expectantly!
Oh my God! I wasn't hungry at all!
I was receiving the telepathic signal from this huge gang of ducks that they needed food! And there were a lot of them! I had to laugh because I didn't even like bread. But those ducks were desperately addicted to it.
They could have gone and got their natural food at any time.
Instead they hypnotised me into going to the bakers to satisfy their cravings!
I wonder if they were visiting from Morocco?
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In December 2009 I went to Albuquerque, New Mexico because I had heard it in a song! Some people I was visiting in Flagstaff, Arizona were very disparaging about Albuquerque but I was not deterred. My friend drove me there and I met someone who decided he would be my host and tour guide for a few days.
One day he took me to see the Albuquerque Volcanic Field somewhere just outside of the city. We parked up and walked across the barren landscape. It was a dead world to human eyes. In the distance were the mountains and hills but here it was just flat and dead, apart from the very small volcanos.
He led the way down the concrete path.
As he went ahead and climbed onto the volcano that he had chosen, my Spirit team of Angels and Guides directed me to follow a dirt path that went to the left. It took me to a cave! I was so excited! I had never seen a real cave before.
I stepped inside.
There was nothing noteworthy about this cave. It was taller at the entrance and the height tapered away until you would have to crouch to get to the back. It was maybe only 3 or 4 metres deep and it had a lot of dust on the floor. That was it.
I stayed just a few minutes, exploring the whole cave, and then left to join my tour guide. I reached the concrete path and turned left, picking my way over the uneven rocky surface of the volcano to where my tour guide waited at the opposite side.
He suggested I could play my little singing bowl again so I unpacked it and looked about for a good spot. I climbed on to the highest rock available where I had a great view across the barren plains. There was not a bird in the sky and nothing could be heard except for the wind.
I made prayer and dedicated my healing sound session to the land. I began to play the bowl.
I watched a small plane flying low and steady in the distance. And I continued to play the magical singing bowl. We were all alone out there on that 'dead' volcano. Finally I stopped playing the bowl and made prayer to give thanks for the energies and to seal the session in Love. Then I clambered down off my rocky tower and we made our way back over the volcano towards the smooth concrete path.
Suddenly I heard something.
I told him to stop and he listened too. There was nothing but the sound of the wind.
Then it came again, closer now. And I smiled.
It was a crow calling.
A few moments later we had a flypast from 5 crows flying together, calling as they flew parallel to us along the edge of our volcano. It was a wonderful sight!
Then we turned and continued to walk. As we stepped down onto the concrete path I told him about the cave. I said, "You have to come and see this!" and I proudly led him there.
When we arrived he gasped in horror and shouted at me, "Don't EVER go in ANY of these caves! That dust is POISONOUS! You must NOT walk in there and you must NEVER breathe ANY of that dust! It will KILL YOU!" And then he stormed off down the path.
I was shocked and confused.
Why would my Spirit team lead me to a toxic cave and make me go in it? I felt no fear. But I was a bit bemused by his outburst. I turned to follow him.
I had only walked maybe 5 metres and was now on the concrete path when I noticed something very interesting. I could feel my throat was hurting!
I had been feeling 100% fine all morning but now that he had shouted so vehemently that I had been in a poisonous cave my body was responding to his instruction - he had been so fierce and shocking...
I stood there feeling my throat get worse by the second, literally. And, even though this had never happened to me before (that I was aware of) I stood there and I spoke to my body. I had never done that before in my life and I had never heard of anybody else speaking to their body but I spoke to my body anyway!
I spoke aloud. And I spoke firmly, I was not messing around here! I declared, "NO! I am healthy! I am healthy!"
And IMMEDIATELY my raw sore throat was gone. I was healthy once more. It was instantaneous. I didn't give it much thought, I had to follow the angry tour guide and he was a long way ahead of me now. I had some catching up to do!
I set off along the concrete path through the deserted landscape, reluctant to close the gap between us. Then I heard something that was not the wind.
I stopped walking and turned towards this new sound. The angry tour guide must have heard it too because he also stopped walking and turned back to look at me. He bore witness to what happened next.
From that empty dead landscape, with nowhere for anybody or anything bigger than an insect to hide, suddenly appeared a huge flock of small brown birds that looked like sparrows.
A flock of small brown birds, at least 50 of them, were coming straight towards me and they were singing their little hearts out! They came right at me - some went over the top of me, almost brushing my hair, and the rest went to my left and to my right! I was engulfed in a cloud of singing brown birds, some flying as low as my knees.
I burst out laughing! Pure joy was flowing through me and my inner child was delighted to be in the midst of that wonderful flypast! There was no mistaking that they had come to see me!
I don't know what those other people had experienced in Albuquerque that made them say such terrible things but I can honestly tell you I had the time of my life that day.
If you visit the Volcanic Field, take a singing bowl and see how much magic you can create there! Maybe my bird friends will come to say hello to you too!
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By Leona Thomas
In 2008 I moved in with a friend for a few months in Baluwataar, Kathmandu. The apartment was lovely - my friend had furnished everything very tastefully. But the Landlord was a bit of a shocking horror!
For example, we were allowed to use the washing machine on Sunday while his family had full access on the other 6 days. And this was fine except that my friend had gone off on her trek and when I went down to do my laundry, the Landlord and his wife arrived and began shouting at me (and it was a very small space so this was echoing seriously loudly). When I reminded them it was Sunday they were suddenly embarrassed and left me in peace. But it was not a great welcome to my new home...
I soon discovered that Prem often had things to complain about.
We would hear the doorbell ringing and we knew it was him because the bell was unhelpfully right beside our front door. The gate to our garden was always locked and there was no bell by that gate. Our friends and visitors had to either bang on the metal gate or phone us to say they had arrived. So when our doorbell rang it could only mean trouble!
Each time we heard that doorbell I would tell my friend, "I'll go!" and I would set off down the stairs.
I might not be Nepali but I had a master plan and it worked to pure perfection. Prem WAS a Nepali and a Hindu.
And I was ready for him.
I would open the door to find him standing on our step, fuming and ready for a fight. But, before he could open his mouth to speak, I would smile and say, "Good afternoon, Prem. Namaste!"
I would watch as his anger and irritation battled with the Namaste. The Namaste always won. It would interrupt the flow of whatever fight he had concocted in his head. He would attempt to speak but silence would descend upon him and within seconds he would reply, "Namaste!"
Then I would continue, "What can I do for you today?" and he would calmly tell me what was wrong.
That bell rang many times during my 2 month stay and all of our interactions were remarkably similar.
Until one fateful day...
My friend was away again on another trek in the Himalayas. And I was in a foul mood. I don't remember now what was wrong but I was so angry that the only thing that could express the energy properly was to violently slam doors shut everywhere I went! I was shouting and banging doors and still the anger was flowing.
And then the doorbell rang.
My friend was away, and anyway, it was my job to pacify Prem. But I stormed down those stairs with my rage still alive inside of me. I opened the door to find Prem standing on our doorstep.
"Yes?" I snarled.
And he let rip. "What's all that banging?" he yelled.
Then I discovered that not only was I exceedingly angry but I also could tell lies! I listened in wonder as I heard myself yell, "The windows don't fit properly! When the wind blows there's no way to stop them banging. You should fit stays!" (Technically it was true, but that was definitely not what was banging upstairs. There was no wind. And all the windows still had glass in them!).
Prem barged past me and began to climb the stairs that led to our apartment. I followed him with more anger, "And you should fit insect screens to those windows too! It's terrible! We can't leave them open without getting mosquitos in the room!" He screamed back at me...
We were stood halfway up that flight of stairs raging at each other when suddenly my anger evaporated and I found myself standing in the energy of the Namaste. Prem was still yelling. In my head I said quietly to whoever or whatever might be listening, "Please help me.."
Prem got to the end of his angry sentence and stopped abruptly. Silence descended upon the stairwell.. and we stood just looking at each other. The energy of the Namaste was palpable although neither of us had consciously invoked it.
Then Prem spoke.
"Would you like a cup of tea?"
We sat on the front door step drinking tea and chatting together for nearly 2 hours. It was wonderful. I discovered the real Prem and he was a delightful companion.
But much more than that, I had been privileged to experience a live demonstration of life with and without the Namaste.
To all beings everywhere, Hindu or not, may you be blessed to feel the power of the Namaste in your life. If you ever get the chance to come and visit Nepal you will encounter a land of many contrasts and colours and flavours. And the Namaste will be weaving its way through it all.
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By Leona Thomas
My sandals had died. Even superglue could no longer help them. It was time for action.
My friend came on his motorbike to take me to Nepal Immigration so I could buy my next visa. I explained my problem and he took me shopping on the way home. He did it the Nepali way and maybe you will recognise this:
When he got to Batisputali, instead of turning right onto the dirt road that led to my home, he went straight past Dwarika Hotel and then stopped just before the junction. There was a small shoe shop there. I had told him that I wanted pink crocs. The dirt road required sensible shoes - no stiletto heals for me unless I wished to go straight to hospital!
This first shop had ugly man coloured crocs. There was no way my girly feet would accept them. I left and climbed back on to his motorbike. He went left at the Gausala junction and took me to a succession of shops. They often had fancy intricate ladies shoes that would die just looking at my uneven stony mud road! And they had ugly man coloured crocs. But there were no pink crocs to be found anywhere.
He made me cross the very busy, very wide street to a shop that had a sale on. It took 10 minutes to get across and back but I came away empty-handed.
So then we turned left at the next main junction and now we were headed into Maiti Ghar. A new street but the same results. I must have got on and off of that motorbike some 20 times and I can tell you it was tiring. And still not a pair of pink crocs in sight.
Eventually my friend said he had to get to his bank before they closed so he took me back home.
The next morning I decided to take matters into my own hands. No more doing it the normal human way. From Kathmandu to London and on to Moscow people all around the world go shopping that way. But I could remember many times when I had done it differently and I now decided to go into Leona mode. My pink crocs were going to need some magic if we were to rendezvous with each other...
I left my apartment in Leona mode.
I went to just one shop - a shop I had never seen before in my life - and I found my shoes. They were easily inside my budget and they looked and felt good.
It was magic.
And they even had a huge sign on the underneath, on the soles, that said MAGIC.
Yes I went shopping for shoes using the power of magic and I came away with a MAGIC pair of pink shoes to prove it!
Are you wearing your magic shoes today?
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By Leona Thomas
I had just left my friend’s home in Casablanca when a Moroccan woman, walking directly in front of me with her son (about 5 years old), suddenly began shouting loudly and beating the boy on his head. Then she grabbed him by his hair and dragged him along behind her, all the while screaming loudly at him. I was stunned and it appeared that most other onlookers were also unable to respond. She stared across the road at the people there and she yelled at them too! Then she stormed off ahead of her little one who was sobbing his heart out and calling after her.
I wanted to pick him up and hold him in my arms. But he wasn’t mine to hold. I felt his pain, his sorrow. And immediately I directed the universe, “Please hold him in Love. Please hold him in Love.”
I felt calm descend upon me from within. I continued to slowly say, “Please hold him in Love” but then I also recognised the pain in his Mother. When she turned to shout across the road I had seen the pain in her eyes. She was crying and trying to hold something in. She wasn’t doing a great job of it! “Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love. Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love.” I followed them down the street.
She stopped shouting. Eventually she let the boy catch up and he held her hand. He was still crying. She began to complain to some women. I waited nearby. “Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love.” We continued walking together, now on opposite sides of a narrow street.
She stopped again just before the main road and I stopped on the pavement opposite her. I stood facing her with my heart open and my eyes upon her. I noted the fear in her eyes, the terror that was in her face. Something had triggered her and she still was not fully balanced. “Please hold him in Love. Please hold her in Love. Please hold them both together in Love.”
I let them turn onto the main road and I stayed where I was. My heart was so open and Love was all that I was. My Divine Self was fully present. I stood there with time slowed down, the sweetest Love flowing through me. People passed me, walking through my auric field, receiving the blessing directly. After about 5 minutes I also turned into the main road and met them coming back the other way. They were now both relaxed and smiling, and carrying more bags of shopping!
As I watched them turn into a side street and disappear from view, I remembered words from my Spirit Guide in 2007. He had said, “Anybody can love the peaceful child or the mellow man but can you love the one who would kill you? Can you love the one who would stab you in the back? Can you love the one who is hurting inside?”
Finally, after all these years, I can truthfully answer, “Yes, I can love the one who is hurting inside - even when I see them acting out and hurting another.”
The Angels know of the things that happened to me when I was a child. There was an incident not so different from the one I witnessed in Casablanca in the story above. Except that when the woman who was entrusted with my care grabbed my hair, she then rammed my head 3 times into a brick wall...
The Angels wish you to know that everyone who has experienced such things can come home to Love.
As you read the above true story you too were held in that field of Love. Perhaps you felt it? As you read the story, the Angels held that Love field open for all victims of abuse and for all of their abusers.
Right now they are sending that Love up and down the ancestral lines, across all dimensions and in all directions to all children and adults who have ever been victims of violence or witness to it. And to their abusers too. May Love reach all the dark corners where these memories have buried themselves, setting us free to relax and trust people again. Now and ever more. Amen.
A story written by Leona Thomas
Dust rises like smoke – drifting, disbursing, gone. Now you would never know it was there. In a few days time, if the wind blows the right way, somebody up a mountain in Tanzania will take a deep breath. They’ll inhale and say, “Ah, they’re drilling in Croix Daurade again. I smell it here today. Blessings brothers, I hope it all goes well for you! And they will sigh.
And the wind will carry that sigh to someone in a village in China who will sniff the air and whisper, “I sense your body is off balance. You have aches and pains. You should rest more. And eat more vegetables!” And that lady will laugh so loudly that she startles the nearby crows and they will rise as one, into the air, heading to the hills for peace and quiet. They will start a ripple through the air with their sudden mass migration.
Two days later a Maori in New Zealand will be walking through the bush when he will stop mid-stride and exclaim, “Why, that silly old fool has startled the crows again! It must be Thursday. She always sets them off on a Thursday. I wonder what’s different about Thursday?” And he’ll resume his walk in silence.
And the wind will keep blowing, moving onwards on its journey and, as it passes back through India, a sage on a mountaintop will smile and go to prayer pose, to Namaste, for the peacefulness carried on the wind.
And the wind will keep blowing, through the villages it will go. The women working down at the riverside will all stop their slaving, laying down the stones and the clothes. They’ll stand up and stretch out the stiffness in their backs and their joints will creak. And that peacefulness will fall upon them. They will say nothing but their eyes will meet and exhaustion will be mirrored there. They will take in the nourishment of the Namaste, standing straight and tall to allow for maximum integration. And then, as one, they will resume their washing duties – all chatter now dying away. Only the sound of the river will remain.
“I am magnificent!” it will triumphantly roar. “I am amazing! Look how fast I flow! See how I move? How amazing am I?!”
And the wind will keep blowing...
In another country a man will be in his tower preparing to call his folk to prayers when the river’s bragging will tickle his ears. “Goodness me! That river really is pleased with himself! That’s the third time this week I’ve heard him singing God’s praises. I shall sing with him today. Allah be praised!”
The man on the camel in the desert for the second day without water will hear the songs of magnificence – the prayers to Allah and the echo of the proud river – and he will feel his throat relax, somehow revived by the music in the air, by that melody of life. And as he gulps in great lungfuls of cool fresh air the wind will collect his grateful smile and will go on its way.
A mother in the forests of Russia will feel the arid heat wash over her and will fall to her knees in prayer, “Dear Lord, thank you for keeping my brother safe in the desert.” She will walk to a nearby river and drink deeply, saying, “Dear Lord, as I drink this water may all humans everywhere have their thirst quenched.” A moan will start up on the wind. And the wind will keep blowing, picking up speed, and it will split off and run in all directions.
“I have a prayer for you” it will say as it rushes through the plains of Siberia and Mongolia. “I have a prayer for you” it will say as it climbs and soars over the Alps in Europe.
Everywhere the people will stop what they are doing, just for a few moments. A child will ask, “Mummy, what is that?” And the mother will answer, “I don’t know.” The older brother will say, “I know what it is! That is the sound of love, a prayer on the breeze, travelling around the world, kissing each of us with the love from heaven and giving us a hug.” The mother will turn to look at this boy and retort, “Don’t be ridiculous! Get on with your homework and don’t talk such nonsense!” But the boy will smile and whisper softly to himself, “Oh, thank you to the kind one who has prayed for me. I was feeling so thirsty inside but now I feel full. Thank you. I can go on now. Thank you...”
The wind will scoop up his gratitude and take it to all the places on the earth and humans everywhere will cry up to the skies, “Me too!” “I feel it too!” And, even though they can see nothing, they will know something important is upon them.
As the wind picks up speed some people will notice they can see sparkling colours in the air. “Look!” they will exclaim, and babies will gurgle and clap their pudgy little hands in delight. Dogs will start running and chasing the colours and the birds will begin to sing. Soon there will be a wave of birdsong following the wind around the world, the chorus rising to a crescendo, racing over the mountains and on over the deserts and the oceans.
Fishermen off the coast of Alaska will wonder if it is the sound of mermaids, a siren song, calling them to their doom, for it is the sweetest sound human ears will ever hear.
And the wind will keep blowing. It will carry the sound of the birds’ jubilation and it will carry a warmth that has nothing to do with the rays of the sun...
Each man, woman and child will be touched deep in the heart by this miracle of love, this celebration of life. Soldiers will lay down their weapons. Husbands will stop in the midst of shouting back at their wives.
As the wind circles the planet it will loop in glorious new weave so many beautiful strands of light. And all humanity will just stop. They will stop rushing. They will stop running. They will get up from computers and televisions and come outside to see what is happening.
“Oh dear God!” a fearfully religious man in deepest Texas will say. “It’s the end of the world. Armageddon is here!” He will mark the sign of the cross before him and fall to his knees, his eyes tightly closed, bracing himself for the death strike. But all he will feel is a tender kiss. The breeze will seem to whisper “I love you” and the air will fill with the sound of angels singing. “What IS this?” he will ask in wonder...
And the wind will keep blowing, spiralling around the planet weaving grace and love, balance and peace, and sparkling light everywhere.
The Maori in New Zealand will laugh out loud. “It has started!” he will exclaim. And he will dance. His feet will beat a new rhythm and all of life will be transformed.
In another galaxy far away, a message will go out throughout their world:
“Planet Earth is alive in Love. A huge celebration is rocking the planet. At last they have come to their senses. What a wonderful day this is!”
And the wind will keep blowing - racing through back streets, around Temples and Churches, through forests and jungles, over rivers and oceans, hills and mountains. Round and round it will go, delivering its blessings far and wide to anyone who can breathe them in. “I am life!” it will whisper. “I am love.”
And the wind will keep blowing...
By Leona Thomas
On 5 December 2006 in Thailand, I had gone back into my kitchen and discovered a fire that rapidly engulfed the lower part of my body, setting fire to my fisherman's pants. I got out to safety and somehow my fisherman's pants stopped burning on their own. I was home free.
Or was I?
My Spirit team had stopped me from running away from the kitchen doorway. Now they nudged me to look back at the kitchen. I looked through that doorway and saw that the gas bottle was still engulfed in a ball of fire! And, as I looked, I realised I had no memory that there was a fire. Shock does funny things to the mind, it seems.
I woke up out of my trance and sprinted along the balcony, then turned and ran across the terrace towards my steps.
Ahead of me was a restaurant that was mostly on the ground floor with a shop inside too. But there was one raised balcony with seating and that faced my little house. It was about 10 metres away from me and, for the only time in the whole 8 weeks I lived there, people were sitting up on that raised balcony! Some of them were facing me.
I stopped running and shouted, "Fire! Fire!" but my voice came out in a squeak. Even I could hardly hear it. But I knew I had to make myself heard. I took a deep breath and deliberately lowered the pitch of my voice and started again. This time my voice was loud and strong, "FIRE! FIRE!" and, miraculously, not only did those diners hear me but they actually understood what I was shouting too! The man facing me turned and shouted over his shoulder into the restaurant, pointing in my direction.
The son-in-law of the restaurant owner just happened to be in that restaurant, right by the front entrance at that time. He heard the shout and sprinted towards me. As he ran up the steps he asked, "Where is it?" and I replied, "Kitchen!" We raced along the balcony towards the fire.
The young man entered the kitchen and I watched from the doorway as he bashed the shutter doors open and then ran to the burning gas bottle. He plunged his right hand and arm down through the flames and turned the gas regulator off. Very quickly the fire died away.
Now the danger had passed I went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. A strange sight met my eyes. 'What is that?' I thought as I looked at my hair. It looked like I had little birds' nests all over the top of my head! But when I touched them I discovered my hair had melted in the heat of the fire. Clumps of hair fell to the floor. My ponytail didn't survive the heat either. I had to get my hair cut a few days later!
But my hair was only a superficial thing. I had a problem. My right arm felt like it was burning from my elbow down to my wrist. All the hairs on my arm had been melted off but, apart from that, there was no obvious damage done. Yet my arm felt like it was on fire. So I went to the restaurant shop and asked if they had any cream for burns.
The old lady had a better solution.
She came back with a large Aloe Vera leaf that she had cut in half. She opened it up so that the soft gel was visible and I placed it on my forearm. It felt wonderfully cool against my burning skin. But after a while the heat of my arm warmed up the gel. So I moved it to the next part of my arm, where it felt cool again on my hot skin. I moved the Aloe Vera leaf up and down my arm in this way for a full 2 hours until finally there was no more pain in my arm.
Nowadays I wonder why I didn't take a paracetamol for the pain. Yet it was right to use this natural gift from nature. If my arm was feeling that much heat then there was a need for it to be released from my body. A painkiller would not have done that. And I wouldn't have known when the Aloe Vera had finished working its magic if I couldn't feel the pain as I moved the leaf across my arm.
I survived the fire in my kitchen with just some melted hair and a very sore arm.
My Angels and Spirit helpers knew it was going to happen and they took so many precautions to make sure that I came through the experience alive and well.
The Angels have told me that I must include this next piece.
It is very emotional for me to write what follows next.
My soul has started humming the tune Surrender To Your Soul to soothe my heart and slow my tears as I write...
There were two fires in Sri Tanu in December 2006.
On 24 December one of my students was very badly burned in a fire. He died on Christmas Day. He was just 8 years old.
We were at school playing games for Christmas when we heard the news of his death. I went home and cried for 30 minutes. Then I picked up my bamboo flute and played a tune I had never heard before. I can never play it without remembering the boy and his death.
The Angels want me to tell you that the 8-year-old boy had the same number of Angels and Spirit helpers with him when he was in the fire as I had when I was in mine.
He was not abandoned by his Angels. Far from it. They were with him through every moment of his experience too, by his side supporting him.
He died because it was his Soul's chosen way for him to die. And he chose to die when I was there. It was my last week for teaching. He chose to leave this planet on the day that Christians around the world celebrate the birth of Jesus. A day when the Light on the planet is at very high levels.
And because he chose to leave when I was there he is now in this blog story. The Angels say that he chose to be a catalyst for something very big indeed. And it is my honour to tell you now what that is.
As you read this two-part blog story about my experience of surviving a fire, the Angels have been working a miracle with your help..
With every word that you have read, the Angels have been holding the space of Love and Compassion for each and every person that has ever died in a fire or been injured in a fire, and for all of their friends and family too. Every person or animal that ever was affected by a fire in any lifetime is being held in the Grace of God right now. Even people who are yet to be born, that will experience fire in some way, are being held in this blessing every time somebody reads this post.
Breathe deeply and know that you are part of a miracle of Love.
This Angel blessing of Grace is being sent up and down the Ancestral Lines, across all time lines and in all dimensions and in all directions... This Angel blessing of Grace is being sent from the time when humans first walked on this planet until the time when there will no longer be any humans in existence. And so it is. Amen.
We thank you for joining us in this living prayer for all beings (not just humans) whose lives have been (or will be) touched by the tragedy of fire.
By Leona Thomas
In 2006 I spent 8 weeks volunteering as an English teacher at a government school on the Thai island of Ko Pha-Ngan. I was on the west coast in the small fishing village called Sri Tanu. On 5 December it was the Thai King's birthday so the school was closed. They decided to do a litter clean up on the beach...
When I woke up that morning I had no idea that something very unusual was going to happen. I had no idea that if I had made a different choice just 2 days before, this was going to be the last day of my life. It looked pretty much the same as any other day, except that I would have to go to the beach with the kids and a few other teachers.
In the classroom I had to dress as if I was in an office in London - which might have been ok if the temperatures were the same as London. Every work day I showered first thing in the morning, then just before going to work, and again the moment I got back from work!
But on this day we would be on the beach. Still, as a teacher on a workday I should look respectable. What to wear? I put on a smart pair of pants (UK trousers). On my way out of the door I had a change of mind. It saved my life.
I looked in the mirror and thought, 'These pants are too tight for bending down all day at the beach. I will have sweat marks around the crotch - not a good look for a teacher!' I changed out of the beige coloured fast-dry pants and put on a pair of Thai fisherman's pants.
The funny thing about those fisherman's pants was that I had suddenly decided, just two days before, to go to Thong Sala and mooch around the shops. Although I had no previous interest in buying any clothes and certainly had paid no attention to fisherman's pants, I found myself buying a very baggy striped pair!
So now that I had changed into my newly purchased pair of pants I set off for a seemingly uneventful day. I picked up litter, I photographed children, I shot a video. And then I came home.
This is where it gets interesting.
I was staying in a small brick cottage on stilts, with nothing between me and the view of the sea on the west coast. The sunsets were breathtaking. I came home, climbed the steps and went straight to the kitchen to prepare some food. I had a single gas ring on the worktop, connected by a long plastic tube to a large gas bottle. I put some chopped up vegetables into a wok with a lot of water and left it all to simmer.
The weather was rough by this time, with strong winds. It looked like a storm was coming. The shutters at the kitchen window kept banging so I locked them shut. There was no glass in the window; it was just an opening - a very typical basic Thai design!!
I closed the kitchen door behind me and walked back along the balcony to the terrace at the side of my little house. Somebody had left an English language newspaper on a chair for me so I settled down to read. I was so engrossed that I lost track of time.
Because it was so close to the end of the year the horoscope section of the paper was a little different than usual. They had a whole section about what the New Year would have in store for us. I settled down to find out what all the Leos in the world might expect to happen in 2007. It all seemed very normal. But then I read something that made no sense at all. My mind said, "Huh??" So I went back a few sentences and read again. No, it still made no sense. I read a few sentences further on. No, it really made no sense at all. It did not fit in with anything that was written in the horoscope. I read again but could see no reason why the newspaper should have printed the simple sentence, "Beware the fire."
After about 20 minutes of perusing the paper I suddenly recalled my vegetables cooking in the kitchen. I hurried along the balcony thinking that maybe they might have boiled dry. I didn't want to damage the wok.
As my left hand touched the kitchen doorknob a Spirit voice said, "Stay out of the fire!"
I don't know if you have ever given any thought to how you enter a room when you have to open the door first? I have had many years to review what happened next. I only can tell you that, having turned the round doorknob to release the door, I continued holding it as I walked forward. The opening door walked me into the room...
The kitchen was tiny. As the door opened more and more of the room was revealed. At first I could see the plate rack and the closed shutters nearby, then the kitchen sink and taps, and finally the single gas ring. By this time the door was nearly fully open and still moving. A split second later it was resting against the left side wall of the room. And I was standing, still holding on to the doorknob, with my legs right up against the gas bottle. The room was that small.
But there was a problem.
The plastic tube that ran from the gas tank to the small gas ring was not actually visible to me. The whole length of that plastic tube was hidden inside a large column of fire! The fire was along the whole of the tube and had a diameter of about 10 inches. I felt no fear; I had little time for anything!
With the door open beside me and the strong winds from the oncoming storm, suddenly everything changed. There was no spirit voice now. There was no noise, nothing to signal anything had happened. But now the fire was not only along the length of that tube... The wind had changed something and now the whole gas bottle was engulfed in a huge ball of flames. And I was standing right in the middle of it.
I was there maybe just for a few seconds. I didn't need a spirit voice to tell me to get out of the fire!!! I was there long enough to look down and register that I was standing almost up to my waist in a large fire and then I ran out of the kitchen.
But something stopped me from running away from the kitchen doorway. I stopped on the balcony. My fisherman's pants were on fire and, although I was standing still, my mind was racing through my options. I needed water to put out the flames. I looked back in the kitchen to the sink - no way was I going back in there! I looked to my left and saw the ocean but I knew that to get there I had a bit of a walk to reach the rickety old bridge and then along the beach until the water would be deep enough to be of any help. So I rejected that option too. Then I remembered my bathroom on the other side of the house.
Still I could not make myself run anywhere. I looked down at my fisherman's pants and watched as the flames seemed to just die out on their own. A few sparks were flying and then there was nothing. And there were no marks on my pants to show there had ever been a fire.
Time stood still in some strange way - I was in shock. I remember noticing a horrible smell of burnt hair and putting my hand up to my fringe (USA bangs) only to have it all come away in my hand. At that stage I had forgotten there was a fire. My mind was completely blank.
But my Spirit team knew what they were doing..
The Thai fisherman's pants had definitely saved my life. Had I been wearing the manmade quick-dry fibre pants they would have melted into my skin and burned and burned. They would have shrunk into my skin and kept burning, feeding the flames. The fat under my skin would have been fuel for the fire too... And I would not have been able to put that fire out... I would have died from my injuries.
But my fisherman's pants were no longer burning. I was home free.
Or was I?
I am safe and well thanks to the precision and foresight of the Angels who live with me.
I didn't ask them to help me at any point during this event.
But they knew their job and they did it perfectly.
Why they put a message in the newspaper may forever be a mystery to me
but it does prove just how easy it is for them to do things in our human world!
Read the conclusion of this story next week on Magic Mondays
Every Monday a new blog entry will offer a glimpse into the magical life of Leona Thomas.
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