Medusa and Pegasus: From Bad Comes Good

I have often said that we are never to old to learn and I feel I learn something new every day. Today was no exception. I discovered how Pegasus came about in mythology. I may have heard it before but I don't recall.

I have always enjoyed stories of Greek and Roman Gods and Goddesses and today I read about the "birth" of Pegasus - the winged horse - whose parents were Poseidon and Medusa. This story had me thinking .... hmmm.

Sad to say, based on legend, Medusa was once beautiful, yet turned into her deadly looks out of jealousy and hate by Athena when she caught Poseidon raping her. Yes, the story said raping.

Also, according to legend (one version), Medusa gave birth, through her severed neck, to Pegasus (and Chrysaor), who was a spawn of Poseidon through said rape. This birth occurred when she was slain by Perseus who used Athena's shield (among other things) to do so.

Now, I am beginning to think poor Medusa. Raped by Poseidon, turned into a vile woman by Athena, and murdered by Perseus with the help of Athena. Doesn't sound as if she had a lot going for her ... unless you count beautiful Pegasus ... because of the hatefulness and jealousy of the "gods." Just proves one should always be on their toes, as you don't know who you will anger or why. Someone "out there" might not like you.

Anyway, you can read more about this on the internet, if you want. I just found this to be an interesting example of something good that was turned bad and coming from bad she created good.

Which, of course may be an assumption on my part that Pegasus was good. After all, it is just another mythological story.

I have also learned in life that we will know what we need to know when we need to know it. Today, I realized, was my day to learn about this story. To me it is just another example of someone's wild (and possibly drugged induced?) imagination: a winged horse being born from the neck (blood) of a snake headed woman? Hmmmm....

Picture on urn showing the birth of Pegasus from Medusa's death.

Your Emotions Are Not Always Yours!

This is an excerpt from a story in my book - "Eternity Proven." It is a true story of what happened to me back in January 1989 while watching a television show. I got hit with such an intense sorrowful emotion that took me by surprise. If I wasn't into "communication," I might have thought it was just me, however the vision that I saw, at the same time, also told me something was going on ... outside of my emotions. It also confirmed to me that we have things like this happen, not only because of who we are now, but who we have been before.

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I was watching the ACE Awards (cable awards) in January 1989 when they showed a scene from the "Vietnam War Story." The scene was two men trying to save a little girl from blowing up. She had grenades taped to her hands. The camera panned away just as you heard an explosion.

In that same moment, I felt the presence of a little girl by me, with a vision coming from her. She was running down a street with dynamite roped to her wrist/arms. She was screaming for someone to help her. People were running away. She stopped and looked around helplessly. Then she was gone in the explosion.

In that moment, I knew this child was with me. The intensity of our sorrow was felt by all; we cried. Tears poured down my face as I shared her grief. I knew she had been drugged and raped, just before her demise. It was all coming off her as I sat there crying.

God, these men and their wars! You poor child! I knew I needed to take things in hand.

"Child," I said, as I wiped the tears from my cheeks, "please, stop crying. Let's talk. You can talk to me. Do you want to?"

"I don't know who you are. I don't know how I got here. I don't know where I am." She said, pathetically. "Who are you?"

"My name is Charlene. I've also been called Atomarane by a few people. I'm clairaudient and can hear you just fine. Do you remember anything?" I asked.

I was keeping an eye on her; watching her, with interest, to see that she stayed nearby. I felt it was important to do this. She needed help. I could feel her sorrow, still, as she started talking.

"Only being kidnapped from my parents; these two men hurt me and gave me drugs. They told me, when they sent me out to die, I was going to meet my maker." She told me this as we were both calming down.

"Your maker?" I questioned. Her unspoken emotions filled in the gaps and I knew what she was going to say before she spoke the words.

"(Name omitted)." She said quietly.
"Oh my goodness!" My emotions over-powered me. "Not again!" This was too much! I felt numb! Was this life really in my soul? She had come to me out of desperation; looking for her "maker," as her murderers called it, but, to her, it was (name omitted). Calmly, I began telling her about my soul and how I knew things. I asked her not to hold me accountable for that lifetime because I still didn't know much about it.

I started teaching her how to do things with her soul. An hour later we found out she was older than I in soul age; this pleased her. She was beginning to enjoy herself with this new found friend and knowledge. I even told her of the mind power attack coming at me and asked her to behave; to promise me that she would obey this advice. She said she would do her best.

She's still around, this beautiful and joyful child of wisdom. She helps my grandmother and the other children who have died; teaching them the way of the light. One day, she came to me to tell me of something she had done. She was getting back at her captures by bringing them to justice and she had help.

"I'm sorry, Atomarane." She started saying, sadly. Then, before I could say anything she was gone; laughing joyfully and shouting to me as she took off, I heard her say, "I made them vomit! I just had too!"

I just sat there and shook my head, smiling. How could I fault justice? How could I blame this child for seeking revenge?

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My UFO Christmas Dream!

Was this a present from the universe?

I had a strange dream this morning that had people talking about "they" were arriving and some people were hiding but others were nonchalant.

Looking outside, I saw the skies swirling around like a storm, but nothing like I had seen before, and I decided to go back into the house.

I started feeling as if I needed to look outside again and opened the front door (this wasn't my current house) and I saw the sky filled with UFO's of various sizes - some hovering (huge) and some smaller ones flying around. No one seemed to be in a panic.

The dream switch to me standing in front of a very tall reptilian being and, through telepathy, I discovered this was the reincarnated being of Zabrona (one of my teachers). I looked up and asked if it was okay to give him his hug now and, as he reached down to do so, I said (still telepathically), don't squeeze too hard and then added something about - it's been a long journey and I'm tired. I felt a mutual love and finally got my hug as I woke up.

Anyone who read my story - Reptilian Teachers - would understand the hug part of my dream. :)

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Facebook Friend Christmas Greeting



 

I received a lovely poem today, in an email, and something drew me to changing it toward Facebook Friends. It was amended a lot from the original. Enjoy.

 

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I have a list of people

All on my Facebook -

And every year at this time

I go and take a look.

And that is when I realize

That those names are all a part -

Not just a list of Facebook friends

But of my very heart.

For each name stands for someone

Who has crossed my path some time -

And in that meeting they've become

A Facebook friend of mine.

And once you've met some people

The years can not erase -

The memory of a pleasant word

Or of a friendly face.

So when I make a wall comment

That is especially for all of you -

It's cause you're on my Facebook List

Of friends that I feel warmly to.

And you've become special friends

That I have 'Facebook met' -

And happen to be those people

I will never ever forget.

And whether I have known you

For many years or few -

I know you have had a part

In shaping things I do.

So in this Spirit of Christmas

That forever still endures -

May it leave its richest blessing

In the hearts of you and yours.

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Original author unknown

Adapted by Charlene Lerch 12/24/12



Sadomasochism

I had an ah-ha moment today.

I have said many times while growing up, regarding the differences we humans have: to each their own, as long as they aren't hurting anyone.

This morning I saw something that made me think: hmmm, apparently there are those that seem to enjoy being hurt and those that enjoy doing the hurting ... as in sadomasochism.

This can be as little as silent sufferers, martyrdom, bullying, or to full blown blood baths.

Before you ask, no I do not partake, but I have been aware of those that have.

I have never been "into" pain, even though I have experience quite a bit of it in my life. However much I have had was never enjoyable and I certainly didn't find pleasure in inflicting it to anyone for any reason.

All I can say is, if someone is trying to convince me that pain is enjoyable, please stop.

So, now I will have to revise my thoughts to say only: to each their own, as long as they leave me out of their equation in any dimension.

Live and learn!

Cartoon: Family Guy

Curse: A Lazy Mind to Mindless

I am concerned for the direction of laziness I see the world taking. There are so many short cuts in many things, especially in grammar or vocabulary.

For example, the "F" word is basically making society mentally lazy in creative language. We immediately resort to this word for everything, mainly because it is short and to the point, albeit somewhat vague at times unless the "finger" is used too, but it is becoming worn out and boring with overuse.

I despair of the days gone by of the creative imagination of cursing someone as it left no room for the imagination. It took a lot of words but you knew what they meant without a doubt.

Example:

May your wife have triplets through another man's seed!

Or

Fxxx you!

Example:

May your child grow up and marry your enemy!

Or

Fxxx off!

See what I mean? The "F" word seems to lose something in translation. The one receiving it could make it into anything they want. In my humble opinion it is just a lazy word for lazy people.

My dad use to say: "say what you mean and mean what you say." Do we really want to fxxx everything or everyone? That sounds more like we are cursing ourselves instead of the other way around.

Food for thought: Could a lazy and uncreative mind also be a curse? What's on your imagination plate today? How about no cursing at all? As you sow, so shall ye reap. It sure makes me wonder with all the cursing going on if this is the major curse of all times.

A lazy mind to mindless one. Hmmmm....

Wikipedia: Profanity

Whitewashing Mental Illness with Gun Laws?

Today's school shooting of children had the gun law advocates ranting again, yet a man in China used a knife to commit his crime toward children. Will we need to make stricter knife laws too?

Let's stop whitewashing mental illness with demands for stricter gun laws. I despise guns with a passion, yet imposing stricter laws is not just the answer. World incidents prove that other weapons can be used to get the job done when desperate people do desperate or despicable things.

It is the person behind the weapon and resolving mental illness that is the real issue. We cannot resolve it by ignoring obvious signs (anger being a big one), sweeping it under the carpet by continually saying someone is not capable of doing whatever the complaint may be, or even current psychology pushing pills that have been reported to do more damage.

No one, and I mean no one, can say that anyone is not "capable" with absolute conviction, because we don't know what will be the trigger that sets anyone off.

We have "signs" and there are people who know how to read those signs but ignore them, feel they have their hands tied with red tape, or have become apathetic due to the "insanity" they work with daily.

Maybe we all need to stop being so politically correct, overly protective, ignoring signs but not wanting to get involved, or continually allowing what we know is wrong, and say ... this is a sign, now let's (we the people and not the government) do something before he/she commits the crime. Get involved when you sense something is not adding up.

Or we can keep our heads up our proverbial asses and not listen to people who are asking everyone to enhance their minds ... the gift of knowing and not guessing. It's time to stop asking "whatever possessed ....?" and start knowing whatever possessed.

Keep burying it and we have no one to blame but ourselves for more terrorist atrocities and fearful living.

As my husband says constantly - terrorism wins again. Meaning the impact to the nation because we have been introduced to a fearful situation, again, that will now control our future actions.

I feel sorry for these people who lose their lives over our continual and possibly deliberate ignorance. I don't want their souls to rest in peace. Maybe I'm selfish in feeling this way, but I want them to help in waking people up to know more and do better - to sense a situation and do what is needed to nip it in the bud before it gets out of control. It's time to stop making excuses or covering over truth to meet another's agenda!

Note: Thanks to the artist of this picture which shows the seriousness of this situation more clearly then my above rantings.

Powerful Lessons I've Learned

When I first became clairaudient, one of the first lessons I learned from spirit was the reason why we need to relinquish hate or anything of which we acknowledge as a negative influence. However, it was to be relinquished with love and understanding ... not with more hate.

I was told that living in hate (or any negative emotions but especially hate) was the same as giving the "devil" (evil) his due and he wins.

I would lose due to not having good mental and/or physical health because negative is destructive = death.

That sure didn't sit well with me at all. I'm just a determined type of person not to want that to happen and been keeping myself on that path of not wanting evil to win within me ever since.

However, keep this in mind too. Another lesson I learned was "allowing doesn't mean putting up with." This lesson always reminded me of Jesus throwing his "temper fit" in the temple. I never thought he did this lesson with hate, but with the love of not allowing anymore of what he felt was destructive behavior. Sometimes a little "controlled" anger can help get the job done, it may be what is needed to get someone's attention, but you cannot maintain that anger within.

Allowing others to have their truth, or fantasies, doesn't mean putting up with their truths or fantasies when you sense a deceit within them as well as using that deceit to influence others.

This can begin to create a universal negative flow which we will all become part of and the effect could be detrimental ... a universal disease ... mental, physical or both. You see how powerful our thoughts can be? This was another lesson I learned ... our thoughts create or destroy.

The secret is learning how to keep your energy (thoughts/emotions) positive and clear while being among any negative energy. If you think this is impossible, then ask yourself why some survived the plague? Why some survived polio and others didn't. What protects some and not others? Why did Nostradamus, or other doctors, survive plagues while walking among the ill helping in healing them while some still died?

Maybe they didn't know these lessons I have learned or it was denied them because of another's deceit. When we keep allowing another's negativity ... whatever it is, we give our power over to them. Another lesson I learned through guidance ... empowerment.

The next time you feel you are giving your power away (succumbing to negative energy ... blame, etc.), then ask yourself why are you allowing it. That sure made me stop and think when that question was first presented to me.

Fuel for thought!

Painting showing the effects of the plague in Basle, circa 1349 

(Credit: Hulton Archive - January 2, 1754)

The Gift of Old Age

I received the below old age story today in an email and realized, due to my current age, how much more I appreciated this unknown author's thoughts then when I first started seeing it circulating the Internet years ago. I feel that my own health issues, recent family illness, and the death of my father (both parents gone now) has probably had a lot to do with my current insight and appreciation of being older.

I may not look my age (based on many people saying this to me and whatever that truly means), however I do what I can to take care of myself. Sure, I do color my hair but it has turned gray, I have wrinkles that I call my life's battle scars, and I have more weight on me then I have ever had in my life, other then being pregnant, yet I have learned that there are so many more important things to occupy my mind then dwelling on how others think about me or the bygone days of my youth.

There may be those that scoff at my senior imperfections but I silently pray they live long enough to regret those thoughts or words hastily spoken, as well as live long enough to truly understand the words below as I do.

I feel that I've earned every one of my wrinkles which, to me, represent a story of my life and I am still making memories at my current sixty-four young years. Do I feel I am "old" at this age? No way! :)

A great attitude is important. It means everything to having a great life no matter what you do in it. No matter how many lemons life gives you, keep making lemonade or as I say to family and friends - turn a negative into a positive.

Another favorite thing I've been saying for over twenty-five years is: I am not forgetful, I just have more to remember because I am living an active and interesting life. I call it mental programming and it sure sounds so much better then having someone make you feel you are senile just because you have more files in that mental attic and it just might take a little longer digging through those files to find what you want. ;)

Here is the email I received.

-------Old Age is a Gift

I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body - the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant-garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60's, and if I, at the same time if I wish, I will weep over a lost love. I will I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old!

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten, and I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

I can say 'no', and mean it. I can say 'yes', and mean it

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong

Yes, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.

And I shall eat dessert every single day!

----------End (Author Unknown)

Picture: This is me; still making memories this past fall on a road trip with my husband.

 

A Menorah Story of Mother's Love

I read a story, when I was in my younger years, about a mother using the menorah to explain a mother's love to her children.

I hope I can tell this story from memory as I cannot find it anywhere.

In the story, she used the main candle as a representation of herself and the other candles representing her children.

One of her children was wondering how she could love each of her children the same.

She removed the main candle of the menorah and told the child that this candle was her and the flame was the love she had inside for her children.

She lit one of the other candles telling her child that this love was now being shared with him.

When she placed the main candle back in the holder she explained that she had shared her love but still had more love (flame) to share with the other children and it did not diminish the love she gave him as all flames were shining brightly.

This story of mother's love has stayed with me throughout my life. It helped me understand how my mom could equally love her eight children, however when I had children of my own it made me more aware of the importance of giving love but maintaining love.

December ... It's Not Just Christmas!

In December, when people say Happy Holidays, could they possibly be showing respect for the many celebrations during that month and not just Christmas?

However, Christmas IS one of those many holidays celebrated during December and should be said with just as much love as any of them ... on the day it is celebrated or a few days before.

Of course, this is anyone's choice to say it whenever they wish, yet we do not go around saying happy "whatever holiday" during the rest of the year until the day of, or maybe a day or two before. Why should Christmas be any different? Why should I say "Merry (or Happy) Christmas" on December 10th, for instance? It's not Christmas yet.

There are numerous (see below) holidays throughout December and it would seem logical, to me, to encompass them all under the heading of "Happy Holidays" during the month. 

Anyway, now that we, hopefully, understand this saying a little better, shouldn't we stop being "Christmas arrogant" and show a little more respect for the entire month of holiday celebrations? I do hope so.

And in addition, I wish to add... Season's Greetings Everyone.

December Holidays per Wiki:

1) Advent: four weeks prior to Christmas.
2) Saint Nicholas' Day: 6 December
3) Bodhi Day: 8 December - Day of Enlightenment, celebrating the day that the historical Buddha (Shakyamuni or Siddhartha Guatama) experienced enlightenment (also known as Bodhi).
4) Saint Lucy's Day: 13 December - Church Feast Day. Saint Lucy comes as a young woman with lights and sweets.
5) Winter Solstice: 21 December-22 December - midwinter
6) Soyal: 21 December - Zuni and Hopi
7) Yalda: 21 December - The turning point, Winter Solstice. As the longest night of the year and the beginning of the lengthening of days, Shabe Yaldā or Shabe Chelle is an Iranian festival celebrating the victory of light and goodness over darkness and evil. Shabe yalda means 'birthday eve.' According to Persian mythology, Mithra was born at dawn on the 22nd of December to a virgin mother. He symbolizes light, truth, goodness, strength, and friendship. Herodotus reports that this was the most important holiday of the year for contemporary Persians. In modern times Persians celebrate Yalda by staying up late or all night, a practice known as Shab Chera meaning 'night gazing'. Fruits and nuts are eaten, especially pomegranates and watermelons, whose red color invokes the crimson hues of dawn and symbolize Mithra.
8) Mōdraniht: or Mothers' Night, the Saxon winter solstice festival.
9) Saturnalia: the Roman winter solstice festival
10) Pancha Ganapati: Five-day festival in honor of Lord Ganesha. December 21–25.
11) Christmas Eve: 24 December
12) Dies Natalis Solis Invicti (Day of the birth of the Unconquered Sun): late Roman Empire - 25 December
13) Christmas: 25 December
14) Twelve Days of Christmas: 25 December through 6 January
15) Yule: Pagan winter festival that was celebrated by the historical Germanic people from late December to early January.
16) Anastasia of Sirmium Feast Day: 25 December
17) Malkh: 25 December
18) Boxing Day: 26 December - Gift-giving day after Christmas.
19)   Kwanzaa: 26 December - 1 January - Pan-African festival celebrated in North America
20) Saint Stephen's Day: 26 December
21) Saint John the Evangelist's Day: 27 December
22) Holy Innocents' Day: 28 December
23) Saint Sylvester's Day: 31 December
24) Watch Night: 31 December
25) New Year's Eve: 31 December - Last day of the Gregorian year
26) Hogmanay: Night of 31 December - Before dawn of 1 January - Scottish New Year's Eve celebration

Peace on Earth and Good Will To All

 

 

 

Quoting Our Parents

What sayings from your parents do you remember the most?

My dad would say, "take your prop down," if I was resting my head on my hand at the table.

One of my pet peeves though was when I heard - "because" or "because I said so" and swore I wouldn't say it, yet one day caught myself uttering the phrase of my parents to my kids.

Oh my! History does continually repeat itself! :-)

Please feel free to share your memories.

Picture: My parents in their youth before eight children began to wear them down. ;-)

Is God Really Talking to Me? Plus More...

I had a friend write to me recently about feeling as if the Creator Soul had been around her and she wanted confirmation. I sent her the below reponse. 

Afterwards, I was asked to share it because I have mentioned these directions to others and guidance felt a desire to share the feelings in the universe about this. It may not be your truth to believe, but it is based on many years of learning and dealing with many minds in the universe.

If it helps but only one, then my job is complete.

Personal names have been removed for privacy and protection and there were some areas that needed more explanation then she would have needed so I adjusted for that too. 

I use God, but he/she/it is known by many other names throughout history. I also used "he" for simplicity.

__________Email

I had a little doubt but it's not much. I sensed a few times someone reached out to him for you but it was a fleeting passing. Also, I was advised to tell you and everyone that if anyone comes around and says he is God to have him prove it. He knows the deceit that is going on around the universe and how there are those that like to pretend to be him, so he doesn't mind showing you the beginning of his soul. They also suggest that if anyone says they are the Creator to question the reason why he is there with you. That is also acceptable. Also if a conversation ensues to keep your guard up about feeling emotions from his soul. God should be able to stand in his truth in the moment, whether that be male, female or other - of this world or another - and have no judgment of doing so. It would be as us standing in the truth of our current form. If I am Charlene and that is my truth, then this truth would come off the universe as truth ... even if I was a spirit ... because this would be my last life or a soul interchange (walk-in) soul. This is another question that I have learned to ask: is this the original, main, or walk-in soul). As we know there are those that are good at deceiving and like to be more then what they are.

When I first met my guide Merde (aka Boyaed aka Abraham aka Mordecai etc), there were people in metaphysics that were saying that Jehovah was an evil being. Someone else was channeling Yahweh and Id, it wasn't until later that I discovered these were all personas of God's name. So there are those that may be channeling the energy of our Creator but he is no where around any if them and it is being done by a messenger or our guides pulling his truth off the universe. Then you will feel the truth of this as well ... that a message is being delivered by someone for him or someone is pulling his truth off the universe to help you with something. This is an established and proper order of the universe. However, if a spirit cloaks it's energy with the energy of our Creator to conceal the truth of who or what it really is - you should feel this too - and feel doubt from those around you that are on your side to protect you.

Now, this isn't saying that God cannot do more then he is and is good at concealing his own energy when need be ... for protection or to keep people from aggrandizing themselves ... because he is or has been around them. When I first met him it was in a spirit form of Jehovah that Merde helped me project to. Later in the All Call, in my true story book (Great Flame Within), Zabrona wanted me to see about what was going on in the universe about Merde's so called judgement, which Mananta kept insisting was on his soul. That's when I saw Merde calling the this spirit by the name of Padia (male) and a local channeler was calling the same one by the name of Ola (female). Could a spirit be a male and female at the same time?

I also found out that the name Padia was from a physical life a very, very, long time ago and that the spirit in the All Call that was representing himself to the universe as Jesus also had the name Padia in his soul. A shared lifetime? However, in my book, this Jesus had told me the first name in his soul was Pia and no one else had that.

Later, in a meditation when I was asking about our Creator's very first physical life, I pulled off the letters J E B before someone blocked me. It wasn't until recently, as we have already discussed, that I was given the rest of that name as Jebrusa and it was a female life. He, from the information off the universe, was forced into this life as punishment for pushing his weight around and collective thought said no more (apparently, back then, they didn't care that he was first). This life is in his soul and since it was a collective thought punishment, he was kept there and I sense there was a lot of controversy around the physical being because of this. I feel he was left there, after a while of watching over him (her), to be this person in totality and was left alone (later) to contemplate being a female now. It is why I feel God has had a judgement himself on this life, due to the circumstances, which is why initially the name was blocked from me years ago.

As I have already told all of you, he can be anywhere and even incarnated anywhere he or his council chooses for him and for many reasons. I say he but I feel he has had feminine lifetimes recently - again a council decision. Don't forget, he asked his masters to come back as females during this time, why should he expect no less for himself.

So - again - you know things about him. Albeit minute things of the totality of this spirit-energy's existence, however you know how to question and if he is around it will be for the purpose of being able to share things with you and he won't even have to communicate with words. In his truest form it will be felt in emotions of the deepest and truest feelings and with love. He will ask but never demand. Why would he need to? He knows what we are capable of. After all, he has been there done that more then anyone ... so to speak. He would go to the soul that he knows can get the job done. He wouldn't waste his time. He would know you were not ready and will abide by his owns rules that you need to "grow up" to fit the shoes of his request.

This information is not just for you, it is also for those around you. We all understand a lot of these things already, but we can occasionally pick up stray spirits and it starts all over again with the negative thoughts and the teachings. It's more for them, and so we will once again be placed into these email all calls so they can review things once again.

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For more information about what was mentioned above regarding Merde and the All Call, etc., it can be found in my true story book at this attached link which is for the e-book but there is a print version too.

Great Flame Within, The Story of a Forgotten Master: 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/charlene-lerch/great-flame-within-the-story-of-a-forgotten-master/ebook/product-18656374.html

My metaphysical students saw me as an auburn back then and this can be seen based on a interview I had on TV and put on YouTube. Below is part one if you care to see it. Yes, I was very nervous. I had been on TV before but it never seems to get rid of the butterflies in my stomach. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYQxm_c2vl0