I was late.
There she was. Naked under her dress, no shoes on. Gnarled shoeless feet. One eye socket stitched closed. In a wheelchair and exiting the supermarket I was entering. In that moment her bag – exactly like one I have at home – broke and her possessions rolled, clanked and spilt to the ground. She was compelling me to stop. I was late. I should have arrived at the store 30 minutes earlier.
As I began to dive and gather we struck up the usual conversation between two strangers and then through this Stranger Angel God begun.
“You know” she says, “he beat me, owes me money and left me. Look at me who wouldn’t but you can’t stop you have to keep on loving him and loving everything in the world. Be grateful. Don’t stop. Keep going. You never know when what you do or say will take hold and change the world. Make someone’s life better.” She smiles at me. I stood there gasping for air, hoping that my mouth is not wide open because I had stopped. Even though I have received emails and phone calls of concern. “Where are you?” I had stopped.
After the short-sale of my house Spirit directed me to go to Santa Fe, NM. There will be stories I am sure about the miracles of this sojourn. However, for now know that all of my things are in storage and I am living with a friend. For the last seven years – my tenure in Spiritual University – every dollar has been invested in this education of life, awakening, development and healing. I had stopped writing – the paintings have emerged – who would listen? I am beyond the weeds. Who would listen to me, follow a spiritual path when this could be the result? Yet as this grand lady of God spoke to me I could hear the wisdom of Spirit reverberate through me.
“Your bank account does not reflect the depth of your knowledge, your gift or your wisdom. Little One it is time to come back.”
To be in integrity, this is a time of spiritual growth and reawakening in my finances. Even so, you will hear Spirit talk through me about connecting to the One Mind and achelmizing, changing, healing and transforming. As the Guides are fond of saying, “I have not achieved mastery.” A humbling reminder that I am God’s Ink Pen. I too have to learn and live the lessons.
In Santa Fe around the third day I called up my cherished Uncle Wally. I said like a resplendent two-year-old, “Uncle Wally I have a hole in my soul. I saw it. I dreamt it.”
The Wise One. He responds, “Mercedes you do not have a hole in your Soul.” Take another look.”
I could feel through the depths of my ego the fear, the shame, and the unbelief. Then suddenly, Spirit transported me to the Light. 
As you hear the whispers of the winds, the innocence spoken through a child or the wisdom of a sick woman wheelchair bound and grateful please do not let the state of the person blind you to the beautiful vision their words paint before you.
As if it is only about money. My beautiful stranger Angel pulls out a fist size wad of bills and I give her a little black velvet pouch I had in my purse. We had to maneuver, her treasure was almost too big for the bag. We secured her money to her chair and she wheels away.
I was right on time!
And so my work begins anew!
Rejuvenated. Revitalized. And… In Spirit!
(These two paintings were Visionscapes only a few hours apart over 12 hours. It is truly amazing how quickly you can achieve a soul-level tune up through art.)
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