Immigrant post post

I decided to cook; something I had never tried before. Chicken Chili Paella. The chili part didn't register untilI was rinsing the beans... WHO PUTS BEANS IN PAELLA?! And so I did already being in the middle of the recipe to which I did NOT have all of the right ingredients and so improvised. As I cooked I went back to the vision of the immigrant, my great grandmother. A week previous I read a blog from a woman who decided to do generational energetic healing. She went back through 7 generations of women one at a time into the womb of their mother through a visual meditation and blessed and released them.

In my vision Ogot was contained by the fence  so I thought I should go into the yard with her and walk her out, but, in fact I could feel I was supposed to to go into the yard and into her house.  And so we spoke.  She told me to put my art away for awhile.  All of it.  So I could listen for awhile to my mind and soul because their was something they wanted to hatch.  She said my art is of the Heart and has served me continuosly over these many, many years for expression, survival and understanding.  Truly in my heart I know it saved me.  Perhaps heART is in need of an over due vacation.  Very odd to hear to stop art but I actually already had and was waiting for things inside me to settle so I could hear.  Ironic.

Then I realized that was my first spirit guide.  My great grandmother on the morning of the funeral of her only child came to guide my heart. 

Renee Michele