“Be Still and Know”

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“Be Still, and Know that I am God”

Psalm 46:10

Lent 2021 was a powerful one. Lent 2022 even better but let’s circle back to how 2021 set up the foundation. Using all of my Spiritual Gifts, everyday, brought about tuning into the unknown, like nobody’s business.

This drawing here is a spin off of, “The Flame of Love.” The book was given to me and then I passed on two copies. One was placed in the community park library and one was given to someone that I met while visiting Eric’s grave.

Suffering is real and very apparent everywhere we look. Nothing and no one is exempt from it. So I ask myself daily, how can I help lessen it all and change it all to love, self worth, happiness, kindness, compassion, empathy, laughter, joy, gratitude and surrendering to the Grace of God? The answer is simple. Be one with God’s Grace.

How do we become one with God’s Grace? You may be rolling your eyes and wanting to dismiss what I am about to say but if you are here, you are meant to keep reading.

We each have something or someone in our lives that catapults us into Grace, but only if we allow it to. We just have to be willing to accept it. Everything we need in our own life is right in front of us, and inside of us. What is outside mirrors the inside, if we only have the eyes to see it, to recognize it and to embrace it. This is Universal Truth. We simply have to open the blinds within our own minds, hearts and souls. Each and every one of us, depending on the time and place we are given to live, has a responsibility to this life. Some have more than others and some maybe just a second of existence is given. Even this second has ripples. Even this one second changes destiny. Even this one second, defines your path. This second of existence can come in waves of words. What is spoken is alive. What is spoken changes time and space. It all matters.

Think about this. It took one second for Eric to lose control of his car and die. One second.

One second changes everything.

So I ask you, what are you allowing yourself to see?

What are you allowing yourself to accept?

What are you allowing yourself to be?

I have joined my brother, Eric, in his Promise. This is what I have allowed this one second to become. This is what this one second will always be. Although tragic, it is purely God’s Grace. Tap into the Sacred with that one second in your own life. Grow it into something of love, of grace, of kindness and of purpose. You owe it to yourself and those that have come before us and those that will live after us. We are each paving a path for something. Let it be Light.

Amen. So it remains, forevermore.

Eric’s sister, Melissa

“What Guides You”

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It may be Spring 2022 but my Spirit is all about Change, new beginnings.


The Nature of Life, is it opposites attract?

Is it the Law of Attraction? You are what you seek and what you are seeks you?

What if you are constantly evolving and you simply meet what helps you evolve?

What if you were born to be stagnant and you simply fall into meeting people that keep you there?

For anyone to speak of life in such black and white terms is an insult to the kaleidoscope of it all.

From what I see, it depends on your path. Some of us are here for a day, an hour and some never make it out of the womb. Some of us are here for 90 years, 50 years or 17 years.

Are we all predestined to live out a life as directed by a higher power? Are we thrown into a seed and it is all just chance from there? Where did the seed come from? What created the seed? What created what created the seed? On and on and on it goes.

Can the origin of anything really be traced? Absolutely not.

I can, without a doubt, speak in terms of what my instincts say in a particular moment but anything outside of that is a free for all.

I used to be free but that was before I said, “God I am all yours. Do as you please.” Paradoxically, saying that gave me freedom. How many of us actually say that? Most prayers or life requests are asking for what we want or need instead of just surrendering to a higher plan or design of life. I am all about surrender. Only then do I feel bliss, love and a never ending gratitude for breathing.

I do feel guided in such a way that my free will is actually divine orchestration. Our minds are puppets, I am tellin ya. It is either one force or the other. What guides you, fear or love?

Much Love, Melissa

“Nothing is What it Seems”

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Wiping away the darkness by a simple motion of energy.

Knowing Spirit enters the minds and quickly provides an ease, seemingly out of nowhere.

Tapping into all that is Sacred.

Living Water pouring out from my cells.

Dripping onto the pavement for all of Nature to partake in.

Gifts of Sight.

Nothing is what it seems.

Riding the waves of understanding.

Splashing the shores of brilliance.

Shining glimpses of walking on water.

Boundless in miracles.

The human condition is at most times stuck in a reality that is at a low grade frequency. People see the mundane as, well, mundane.

It is far from it. Far, far, from it.

God speaks to us through absolutely everything. Absolutely. Everything. Everyone. Truly Everywhere. We are taught growing up that God is everywhere and knows everything etc. but until you actually breathe one with the Spirit, you have no idea what this actually means.

Take it all to the metaphor. Tap. Tap.

Listen to what is really being said and conveyed. There is always an underlying meaning to everything. For we operate on this Earth as vessels for something beyond definitions, beyond science and beyond perspectives that humans harvest.

When Eric died in 2002, I remember very clearly, riding in a car with friends. Glazed over by the meaningless chatter amongst them, the thought, “I know nothing” saturated every fiber of me.

The only thing I care about is this:

How can we help others without spending money?

This is my challenge to you as the reader and to me as the writer.

We use our Spiritual Gifts and if there is a will, there is a way. God is the Way Maker. Just believe. Create. Listen. Act upon the nudges. Period.

Let’s get to work!

Amen. So it is.

Love, Melissa

“The Branches of Life”

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1 Corinthians, 1:4 and 5 – I always thank my God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have been enriched in every way – with all kinds of speech and with all knowledge.

When you’d rather grab something new instead of finishing what you have started, the feeling of doubt tricks you to believe that something new is more exciting, liberating and The Truth.

That is until you realize Awareness has won. You see yourself as God sees you and once again, pick up where you left off.

An Epic journey of Divine Acts catapulting into nothingness only to be transformed into asteroids of blessings.

Gifts of Divine strings tangled in grief mastering the flight of acceptance.

A well drawn out plan to conquer sin.

A fallen soldier.

A servant to humanity.

The cross covers the moon shadows.

Water.

Life.

Reborn.

Words no one has seen or heard before.

A resilience of music filled clarity reading and reaching all depths, the very core of existence.

The misunderstood become the leaders of a blood drenched past driven society, melting like an iceberg of thunder.

Pounding down and flooding every soul.

Reigniting the Blind.

No substance needed for a heart that knows itself.

For only the lost mistake fruit for poison and poison for fruit.

Takes one to know one.

Been there, am there and rising to its chorus, another well drawn out plan.

Over and over and over, the red-winged black bird screams of alertness, magic and changing of hearts, minds and souls into peaceful qualms of nature filled understanding.

Epic motivation ensues the rich melody of speeches.

Shielding the weak.

Surrounding them in favor.

Guidance of every constellation, every verse, every chorus, combined into one.

One harmonic light ignited from a source that only can be felt and never seen.

Love, Melissa

The Blinds Have Officially Opened

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I have patiently been waiting for the unfolding of what I saw in my drawings of Lent 2021.

Lent 2021 was a dedication to God of my gifts. The Arts. Nature. Knowing. Connecting it all.

I chose to show the Universe that I believe in what has been given to me and no matter what the cause, no matter what the obstacle, I would use them.

Painstakingly, hardly able to get through each day, I made the time to do a quick intuitive drawing. Some were of the physical pain that I was experiencing, and some were filled with the Grace of God’s knowing passing through my hands.

The Wells.

I have finally reached the depths of the Wells. I had first seen the Wells in April 2020 but they were at a distance, something I was walking towards, searching for.

They are now springing forth! Let’s drink. The time of thirst is over!!! We have crossed the desert into the Promise Land. Eric’s Promise. Each door shown to me, without a doubt, will be knocked upon, has been knocked upon and will be so forevermore. Forevermore because it is bound to Jesus Christ himself.

The Legend of the Egg has arrived and is in its full Glory.

A fountain. A mighty geyser gushing throughout the world. Yellowstone gave me a glimpse, three times over, of what was to come. Needless to say, the beauty goes beyond our understanding but when we know, we know.

Slowly but surely, God is showing me and it’s quite the show! Interconnections and mirrors have taken the stage. Joy! Relief! Healing! Forgiveness! Softened Hearts! Kindness! Glee! Love! Celebrating Life! Dancing! Singing! Spoken Words! Creativity to help others! Miracles!

“The Wells Have Sprung”

Glazed over eyes in disbelief.

Disbelief that God has finally provided the Harvest.

A harvest of days and nights filled with harmonious sounds of laughter and dancing.

As the sun shines towards the fields of wheat, what is done is done.

It can not be undone any longer. Unraveling is no longer part of the vocabulary.

No war, no sinners and not even saints can alter the labyrinth. It can only be walked.

Crows fly in and are immediately morphed into doves.

Coyotes howl only to be silenced by Venus itself.

Owls provide not only night vision but a Wisdom of Morality surpassed by all else.

Wolves dance into the silent dreams of wonder and awe to dance in compassion alone.

Bears are guided to the meadows orchestrating flowers of peace.

Snakes slither into pools of calm and understanding.

A new road has been paved. The ribbon has been cut. A new temple has been born.

A temple that is indestructible because it carries no walls and is guarded by the Sacred.

Songbirds fly in to carry the sound of poems.

Parables.

Living Water.

No one goes thirsty. Everyone that comes to the Well is replenished.

No one is turned away.

No one is judged.

All are welcome.

A new dawn has broken.

The red-wing black bird protecting amongst all other woven webs of light.

The power of words carries a meaning of justice served.

Balance dominates the landscape.

We show up to be seen, to be heard and so it is. A peace Stand on Selflessness.

Thanking the courageous souls that live authenticity in each step grazing every blade of grass.

Turning concrete into Earth’s womb of song.

Turning children to the sun as leaders reborn.

Patience, it is all turning. The Canticle is loud and clear.

It is all claiming a solid foundation of understanding and healing.

For if we fake our way through life, we are not truly living and every breath is wasted.

Are we really here to neglect who we are? No. We are alive. Let’s act on every breath and get off the wall of misunderstandings within expectations.

Strength resides in walking our heart path, trusting our creator.

We have opened the blinds.

Love, Melissa

When We Match Our Minds to Our Souls…

Discernment, a fine linen, a silk that is too precious to be sold

A goal in life? No. A matter of wisdom coming to those who are chosen to build a new road

A new beginning for the world, a divine appointment

Tossing aside great fears of defeat

Swinging on the branches within the Tree of Life

Eating of its never-ending fruit yet sharing it with the whole world

Witnessing God’s defense at every turn

Work hard they say. Let it be effortless the others say. Just do it, I say.

A wasteland, a cesspool she says, as a gateway to transformation shows itself

Alchemy they say. How about a word for the everyday soul instead? Something everyone understands.

The Heart. Our compass. The finest Alchemist in all the land.

The Yellow Brick Road to courage, the mind and the heart. The journey to align them all.

The nice girl wins. The nice boy wins.

Peace is shattering all hatred. Smiles abound.

Honesty. Sincerity. The Walls of Jerico are coming down.

Change comes from the graceful tracks in the sands of time.

The only person to impress is God.

Hour-glasses pouring out judgments

Flip the glass and pouring out kindness, an easy way to be, to see

Simplicity. Golden pathways to breathing

A fox explains the way to hit a home run ever so cunningly

A Poem.

The feels of glee require balance of hard truths

Freedom exposed at every venture, every crossroad, every prayer and meditation

Craft a course, a puzzle for others to break chains from

One only the wise can piece together and solve

Tap. Tap. Link to Link. A new web of divine graces line the streets and fill the air

Breathe it in.

Creativity. Seeking cracks. Seeking slivers. Stones to be turned.

Nothing adorns the intertwined happenings of knowing words matter

The mundane becomes the sacred. Only a slight perspective tweak is needed.

A dart. A target is nailed. Over and over again. One right after another. Flowing in like the days are long in Alaskan Summers.

Hidden gems in plain sight, from East to West

Sacred sounds all abound.

Respect dished out like breakfast, lunch and dinner. Snacks too.

Honoring every living thing.

Infinite graces growing on trees and flowering from the grounds.

Spring is here.

“Trusting the Unknown”

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I spoke to Marian High School on Ash Wednesday, 2022, with the help of Eric’s friend, Michael Davidson.

We will never know the true impact we have on people but rest assured, when you are centered in Love, there will be ripples of the same.

I Trust and Love the Responsibility even though I can’t see the outcome.

There is nothing to measure during this go round except for how much faith we have in the unknown.

Much Love, Melissa, Eric’s sister

Eric’s Promise + Marian High School = LOVE

20 years ago. The Ripples of Eric.

When we combine our love with our faith, we are unstoppable. God orchestrates it all.

“Another View,” God keeps showing me. It is a view from Eric’s sister, being me.

My mom is always nudging and supporting me every step of the way. She has always encouraged me to Show Up publicly for Eric. I always had in my own way but God now says to me, “I am holding your hand. It is time to build, to lead, to encourage and to do so in a light that you’ve never seen before. I got you. It is time to walk.”

The View:


As my family was blinded and sinking in grief due to Eric’s death on Valentine’s Day 2002, unknown to us at the time, the Marian Community was keeping Eric’s Promise, “to be more giving.” Eric was and is being kept alive through the Holy Spirit.

The sign in the above picture says, “Eric’s Promise – Bring Food, Clothing and Household Items by April 16th.” This picture was taken about a month after Eric’s death and was the marquee outside of Marian High School’s entrance. The Marian community was living and is still living Eric’s Promise, “to be more giving.”

One of the ways that Eric decided to be more giving occurred the night before he died. He had cleaned his room and gathered several bags of clothes that he wanted to donate to St. Vincent de Paul Society. Dying the next day, he wasn’t able to deliver them and my mom ended up doing so. The students of Marian received the message of Eric’s heart and with the help of leadership within the school…our family was invited to a Memorial Mass shortly after Eric died. During the offertory of this Mass, the students started carrying up hundreds of bags filled with gently used items to the altar. I remember this like it was yesterday. I remember realizing that they were keeping Eric’s Promise! I just started bawling from pure joy, disbelief and grief. It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.

It meant that they loved my brother! That is all this big sister ever wanted for him. I wanted him to be loved, cared for, seen, respected and honored. I wanted these things as he lived here physically and my wish has always been for these same things to continue after his death. My wish came true the moment he died. For a young man who loved so greatly would never be forgotten. Not only that but he would be honored and is so.

From then on, I witnessed my mom traveling to Medjugorje later that year. She saw the Host of Jesus Christ within the sun. The Holy Trinity was calling out to her and she listened. She knew then that Eric’s Promise would continue to live on. When my mom returned home, she made the moves, the connections and reached out to all that God had guided her to do. She SHOWED UP.

20 years later, Eric’s Promise is still going strong. One amazing highlight is Marian High School spicing things up with a 5 week Acts of Kindness challenge, in remembrance of Eric.

I will be speaking to Marian on Ash Wednesday 2022 to kick off 20 years of Eric’s Promise! I won’t be filling my Mom’s shoes because God gave me my own to walk in.

Amen. So it remains, forevermore!

THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!

“One With the Holy Spirit”

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The more we seek, the more answers we are given. So very true.

Matthew 7:7

“Ask and it will be given to you;(B) seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”

Today I hear, “Keep doing what you are doing.”

Finally arrived in the Bend of the Rainbow yesterday.

Meaning, I am in the sweet spot but this is not purely chance. No. This is because I firmly believe and obey God. Not out of fear but out of respect for what this life is really all about. I have removed all distractions and will continue to do so for every breath. I will always hear God and will always act on what is heard. There is no other way for my life to unfold. I completely surrender to God’s Will, God’s Way and I teach others the same.

God is like the Rocky Mountains. When you see them you know they are powerful beyond measure and at any given time, any season will be thrusted upon you. Respect. Listen. Obey.

“This life is more than just a read through. Can’t stop the Spirits when they need you.”

“Can’t Stop” – Song by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Now a poem from my heart to yours:

“Eyes Fixed on Light”

With eyes fixed ahead, what do you see?

A massive title wave of grace

Coming and looking for a new place

A new place to reside in your heart

For a healthy and brand new start

For we always have a choice

Say God, please use my voice

A voice for justice. A voice for peace.

In this we will find a sweet release.

Use your gifts of sight

Give it all your might

Use your gifts of love

Be the Spirit of a dove

Matthew 19:26 – “Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

Pslam 91:

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked. If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent. “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, ” I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”

Amen. So it remains, forevermore.

“Do You Remember?”

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“Do you remember?”

Do you remember what it is to be free?

Free from your mind and soaring in your heart?

Do you remember who you were before Everyone told you?

Do you believe in your magic?

Do you remember how you loved before you were left?

Do you remember what it means to be genuine?

Do you remember what it means to be sincere?

Do you remember what it means to breathe without limitations?

Do you remember what it means to be giving?

To remember is to be healed.

So it remains.