The Beginning of Gifts

What beautiful spring weather we are having. Today started out with coffee, a spiritual time and then yard work. I am on a break right now.

What I want to share today is that during my spiritual study/contemplative time I was reminded of so many things that have happened on my journey to where I am today. I am sure you too can recall many fascinating things along your path.

Today I want to share some of my background with you. I have been doing angel writings since I was four years old. Of course, I did not know that is what they were at the time but I knew they were special. Unfortunately, my father did not think it was so special and told me I was wasting paper.  I know now that I was told wrong information, but at the time I did not want my father angry with me, so I curtailed my writings. This was just the first of many times I have run into fear and resistance surrounding my gifts.

I share this because maybe there is a child in your life that does things or says things that do not make sense to your adult mind. I challenge you to watch, to listen but most importantly, allow this child to do these things. They are not crazy, they are not telling tall tales; most likely they are connected. If you have been gifted with a child like that in your life please do what you can to nurture these gifts that they have been given and to protect them from those people that would create disbelieve and/or fear in this child. And if you do not know how to do these things or feel it is out of your league then find someone who can assist you and this gifted child to feel supported and secure in developing their gifts. I am here for you and for them; please contact me.

My own journey has been long and has had it’s bumps along the way; times when I ran into fear and skepticism that made me draw back and want to hide my gifts. In the last couple of years I have said that I will never, ever do that again. But even as an adult that is difficult at times. Yet, I have come to know that the directive to share is more important then the sense of normalcy I try to cram myself into; which never works.

So, to all of you, like me that don’t fit in the “normal” box rejoice in who and what you are.

Oh dear ones, dear, dear, dear ones. We sing to you and with you as you welcome yourself home. We come to support  you as you share your gifts and our message for the little ones.

And oh to the little ones we rejoice in their sweet honesty and ways as they strive to grow up in a chaotic world. Reach out to our little ones, embrace them, sing to them, love them, support them. Do not worry if you do not understand them. As with our words many times understanding is not required; however acceptance is. Draw them near, draw them in. Hold fast to who they are and all they need to be to grow into strong, sheltering trees.

Oh love, loves we love you and shine our grace upon you. Be happy. Be well.

Love from most high

The angels

May you be supported by their words as you support and care for the young ones with gifts to grow.

Peace

JuJu

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Good Advice

I have been doing good and I think I have conquered the bit of advice to:

Stop comparing yourself to OTTERS OTHERS

Wait…

I swear I actually, accidentally, just wrote otters. Well, I am doing good at that too. I know that is not the typical advice one hears. However, that is what I tell myself all the time. I tell myself to be “OTTERLY!” To be like an otter is to PLAY! They are playful, fun-loving creatures.

When the angels came to me the other day, they came to remind me about my true mission here on earth; part of what they told me is that they want me to play more and sing more, and dance more.

We all could use more otter-like play, silly singing, and joyful dancing.

So, I’m off to go do a bit of all three.

See you tomorrow soon,

Juju

PS: The angels have something to add

We come to and for all- all- all- all

We come with messages of love and joy

Fore if all were to dance and play with laughter and joy

Oh what a world it would be

You are creators of the universe

Heal the soul of all with PLAY!

What a lovely message. Let’s create a universe full of playful spirits~ US!

Beloved Dog

This is Sir Truman Pudge aka Pudge aka Mr. Pudger aka Pudgerwaudkins, aka Black Ear the Pirate Dog. He is my dog and my comic relief. He was a gift from my husband.

As you can see in the picture he is holding one of his balls in his mouth. It is part of the game. He wants someone to throw the ball, then he gets it, then he keeps it and you have to chase him and wrangle it back. This is his ultimate “You can’t get me spot.” He has taken the ball and jumped up on the recliner with my husband.

He won this round but there will be more because he likes to play.

Pudge also loves company. He loves to meet new people and welcome old friends.

Puppy kisses and tail wags,

From Pudge 🐶 and Me 🙂

8 Years- Oh, MY!

I guess the angels knew that I had to come here today. They are so wonderful to bring me back to this page today and to wish this little blog a very happy anniversary.

Eight a wonderful number.

Thank you,  all the readers, friends, and fans!

Juju

Right Here

You have surely forgotten me by now. I have been away for so long and yet I didn’t “go” anywhere. I have been right here, although, not where either of us left me. Fore, I have not been idle- collecting dust and growing cobwebs, albeit I am sure those are worthy hobbies for some, they are not for me. I have spent some time in the attempt to clean dust and gently gather cobwebs (they are such fragile things after all.)

I could say I have been busy, as some would assume- attending to other, more important matters. However, that statement would leave bitterness between us because the unspoken words would imply that I do not find you important when indeed I do. I do not need to know you on a close personal basis to give you weight and heft, to measure you as a being of infinite importance and merit. On the contrary, I know that you are a precious gift. Furthermore, that what God gifted you with is important, yeah, imperative to the universe.

I often wonder about this space- is it visited at all and how often and by whom. I do not flatter myself to think that I am missed, creating some hole in your existence. Yet, is there some who visit this space and find some solace, even in or because of my absence. These are just my musings, no need to answer my curious ramblings.

However, here (right here), I know that whereas my words have been non/un written for some time (let’s not quibble about the exact amount), my thoughts and sendings to you have been abundant.

I would ask that you think of my silent times as a type of hibernation- a slowing of the writing- dormancy. Yet, not complete inactivity- there are plenty of stories being told in various and sundry ways, some even in form and shape.

Today the bitterly cold winter has abated- the sun is shining bright and the air has warmed- thawing my cold, slow ways a bit and prompting me to reach out in written form and say Hi!

I did want to share two female entities that have been showing up lately:

The Archangel Muriel and Mother Mary

The Archangel Muriel comes with a floral or flowery smell. She is associated with the fragrance Myrrh, one of the three gifts of the Magi. Myrrh is known to enhance spirituality. Muriel will come to bring you mirth/joy to your heart and soul. She will restore your emotions to a good/perfect balance. She comes to tell you to trust your heart wisdom. She comes encouraging you to be of service to others.

Muriel is also the angel of gardening/nature and of pets and animals.

Mother Mary comes to bring us a sense of spiritual family. She is our comforting mother who comes to bring a balm of healing for all of our brokenness.

Both of these women come to show us concupiscence- doing/being for the good of all.

I send to you greetings, love, and these two spiritual entities to assist you at this time,

Juju

Citizens of the World

I live in the United States of America. I have lived here all of my life. I was born and raised in Maryland and have lived most of my life in here in Maryland. I am a little too young to have been a hippy and a little too old to have been a yuppie.

My husband was born in Germany; his father was born in Greece. My husband came to the United States at the age of ten. His father moved to Greece as an adult and stayed. My husband graduated high school, became a citizen, and joined the United States Air Force. His father remained a Greek citizen all his life.

Some countries will allow you to have dual citizenship; the United States is not one of them. My husband felt strongly that he wanted to be a citizen of his adopted country. In order to do so, he had to learn its history and its laws and he gave up his German and Greek citizenship.

In the time that he has been here, he has honorably served this country, voted in its elections, worked for the government, and volunteered with the American Legion serving veterans of all eras.

Most people who immigrate to this country come here and become outstanding members of our society, even if they never give up citizenship in their country of birth. His mother is still a German citizen. She retired from working for a government agency. However, because of our fears after 911, someone like her would not be able to have a job like that anymore.

What do we fear…?

While you contemplate that, my real reason for writing today is that recently I have witnessed a disturbing trend among our children. I have witnessed children under the age of twelve, who would have been babies when our last president, Barrack Obama, took office eight years ago, speaking and acting in ways that speak volumes for what they are learning at home.

From the beginning of time, cultures have had leaders, rulers, kings, and presidents. Some have been tyrants and others kind. However, most were respected as the heads of state that the title or office afforded them. Yes, there were always those who opposed a president or ruler and at times a bad one needed to be overthrown or impeached.

In the history of the United States of America, the office of the president has been respected. It is the highest level a political leader can achieve. It is not handed down to someone through birth; it is earned through hard work and by the votes of the people. Many times, the tally of the votes have been questioned and opposition to the point of murder has happened, such was the case with President Lincoln and Kennedy.

Yet, in my lifetime, starting with just being old enough to watch the protests of the Vietnam War, through the impeachment of President Nixon, on to the scandalous acts of President Clinton, I have never seen children so filled with vehement hate for a president.

Children are not born hating anyone they learn to hate.

Therefore, when I see children wearing pins that depict President Trump in a toilet and others playing a game called “Punch the Trump”, it disturbs me. These children are being molded by the world around them. I would like to see them grow up to be loving, kind citizens. Yet, these acts make me question if that will be the future for them.

I am not one to let a teachable moment slide…

The first incident happened while I was teaching at my church. A young girl was wearing some pins. I asked her where she got the pins. She proudly told me her mother bought them for her at the Women’s March in Washington, DC. Therefore, no matter the rhetoric, one of the main reasons for the march(es) was to protest President Trump.

After asking her about where she got the pins. I asked her if she knew who “Trump” was, since one of her pins said, “Flush the Trump” and she said that she did, that he is the President. I then told her that the pins were not very nice. She just shrugged her shoulders.

Therefore, to help her understand the hatred they depicted, I related it to someone closer to her. I reminded her that she had a principal at her school and asked her if she would wear a pin like that about her principal. She said, “No, that wouldn’t be nice.” I countered with if that wouldn’t be nice then maybe she should rethink wearing the pins. I, continued, because I know her mother is a principal at a high school, and asked her how she would feel if the teens there wore pins like that about her mother. She said she wouldn’t like that at all.

Sometimes, the best way to teach is to relate the lesson back to people and things that they know. I hope it opened up some conversations at her home and made her rethink wearing the pins.

The second incident happened at the end of the day, in a class where I was the substitute teacher. The children had packed up and asked if they could play a game on the computer. After giving them permission, I reminded them that they were not to play any violent games. Therefore, I was very surprised when I heard them talking about the game “Punch the Trump.” Moreover, even, more surprised when I went over and discovered that they were playing it. For some reason they did not think it was violent, they thought it was funny. Even though, at this point in the game, the animated President Trump was bloody and falling down. I told them it was extremely violent and unacceptable. One boy turned around and told me that he hates President Trump.

I told them that they needed to exit the game immediately. Then I reminded them that he is the President of our country and deserves our respect. I also told them that we do not hate anyone.

In both of these stories the children are young, the first child is only nine years old and the classroom I was covering was full of eleven-year-olds. This disturbs and concerns me. I love children, I really do. Children need our love and tender care. They need to be brought up in love and respect. I cannot understand why anyone would teach their children to hate.

We all have a responsibility to teach children love, kindness, and respect. It is a huge responsibility but if we don’t do it, someone else may come in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing and teach them hate.

Let’s teach by being examples of LOVE! Let’s show love loudly, so loud that we drown out all the hate.

Who’s in?

Love,

Juju and the Angels

We are LOVE and we are IN!

 

 

 

 

Teach the Children

What are we teaching “our” children?

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A great deal of responsibility falls on your shoulders if you are an educator, a parent or a grandparent. Yet, all of us have children in our lives, even if they are just on the outer periphery.

My children are all grown, yet I work part-time as an educator and I am a grandparent. However, my view is that as adults, we all have a obligation to teach the children…

Wherever we go, especially these days with the proliferation of cell phones and security cameras, we are being watched. Yet, even before all of the modern technology, we were being watched by little curious eyes. And behind those curious eyes are maturing, growing brains that soak up everything like a sponge.

Think back to some of your earliest childhood memories…

Hopefully, your mind brought back a delightful memory, however, for many it brought back something painful. That’s because we remember those things more strongly, they impress deep within our minds and can have a profound effect on molding who we are.

So take a moment to reflect on that same memory or another one…

If you, grown up and far removed from those events still remember them vividly and the emotions are still strong then please think about the impressionable minds of the children around you. You are molding their memories.

This puts us in a very powerful position to affect the future…

What world are you shaping by your words, your behavior and actions?

You are a powerful catalyst; everything you do and say leaves a mark…

What mark are you leaving?

I work with all ages of children

Here are some rules that we never grow too old to follow:

  • Be Polite- saying please and thank you, etc. are always in style
  • Share- there is enough for everyone, we are blessed double when we share
  • Speak Kindly or not at all- we can disagree in ways that are respectful/kind
  • Keep to Yourself- don’t go into someone else’s space uninvited
  • Put it/give it back- if you took it out/used it put it away, if you borrowed it return it
  • Keep Each Other Safe- help out when/where you are able or find someone who can
  • Don’t Litter- find a trash receptacle
  • Spread Love- it is a seed that renews and is free to share, it grows well everywhere!! 🙂

These simple rules can have a HUMONGOUS impact on the lives around you, especially the children. Oh and by the way, if you follow these rules the bounce back effect is wonderful.

Now imagine a world were everyone followed these simple precepts…

I can see it, it is just around the corner. Let’s turn that corner together!

Thanks for reading,

Juju

Oh my, my, my you are such wonderful amazing beings. We sing for you, We praise with you. You are the children of the future. You are the leaders of today. You are so wonderful and amazing. We come to bring you light and love. We come to touch upon your hearts and help you reach out in love. We shower you with love and blessings. You can share it all abundantly it will never run out. You are an overflowing vessel of all good and love. Spread your light and your love. Love, love, love……….

The Angels