The beings are back.

There was a time at the end of last year when they were there every morning. When I would close my eyes and breathe through my body, and just like that they would appear. Usually there were three of them, and they worked swiftly and thoroughly. 

It was a strange feeling to know I was being tinkered with, to literally feel cords of energy being stretched outside my body, scrubbed at incredible speeds and then returned. To know that I was being watched and adjusted, tuned and programmed. 

Aside from the mechanics of how to actually meditate, the question I get most often about my personal meditation practice is how meditation has changed my life. And actually, those who are close to me don't even ask anymore; it's glaringly evident. I am seriously the happiest person I know. It has been just over a year and a half since I attended that first meditation workshop that set this all in motion, and to say my life has changed would be an understatement. In the time that I have been practicing this work, my dreams have unfolded in the most beautiful and loving ways, and it literally just keeps getting better and better.

In the past few months I have felt a strong call from the Divine to go inward, to create space for myself, and to be still. This has manifested itself in the letting go of many of my professional services as well as many of my social media accounts. No more coaching. No more women's group. No more Facebook. Not even meditation teaching for the time being. But for some reason amidst all that shedding the Angel Readings have asked to stay.