Let's meet in the Upper room

04/08/2025

“Now, the tree outside the window is of God whether or not you like it or not. So is the neighbor you can’t stand. So is that politician, or that public figure. It really matters not. To reknow them as of Source is is to reclaim them beyond separation, and there is an affect to these actions. Now, we say that these are actions when they are done through intention, but at the level of alignment you may hold when you begin to embody in the Upper Room, which simply means express in form as the Divine Self that you have always been, the work is actually done beyond intention, but through presence and being.

Imagine you are a tuning fork playing a certain tone, and the level of tone that is played through you through entrainment lifts what you encounter to the same level of vibration and tone. When you walk through an airport or a freeway, when you see a stadium of people and you operate at this level, it is as if the field that you are and hold can broadcast to the bunch of them and lift them in their entirety to the level of tone that is the Upper Room. However, we must add if you are discriminating against some of them, deciding that some of them cannot be of the light because of how they pray or vote or believe, you have actually challenged yourselves to remain in the lower field because that level of separation only exists there. There are some teachings that say that only the chosen will lift, and that is a teaching of fear. “Do as we say or you will be cast out.” And that holds a belief that whatever God there must be must favor some over the others, which is more ludicrous than you can imagine. You are all of God, and all of the same Source, whatever you pray to or don’t pray to, whatever you believe in or choose to refute. It really matters not. No one is better or more holy than the one beside her. But your realization of the entirety of the whole, the entire stadium, everybody on the freeway, everyone you see in the course of a day, as of God will actually lift the world at a level of speed that will actually challenge you.

This is experiential, not theoretical. The next time you are someplace crowded, move into the heart center and say the following claims: “I know who I am in truth, I know what I am in truth, I know how I serve in truth; I am free, I am free, I am free; I am in the Upper Room; I Have Come, I Have Come, I Have Come; Behold, I make all things new.” And allow the vehicle that you are to claim the broadcast of the Divine through all that is seen, all that is perceived, regardless of how it looks or how your personality would damn it or cast it aside. To understand this in an experiential way is to begin to operate as the light, not theoretically, but practically, to have the experience of the intonation as we teach it.”

The Guides through Paul Selig, Beginning to See, Session 1, March 26, 2025

10/06/2023

I had a profound experience back in the winter of 2019. I wrote about it, and have since wanted so much to share, but many people are not open to another perspective. I'd love to share with people that understand, or can perhaps relate?

Little background:: Mikey is my little brother. He struggled with years of drug addiction (he**in was drug of choice). He ended up in prison, and was never the same since his release. He has since suffered severe PTSD, mental crisis and hallucinations.

January 12, 2019

Sitting in the van in Sarah's driveway. All was white and still from the snowfall. Like being fully engulfed in a cloud. I saw Mikey with his mustard colored coat, hood up, partially covering the sides of his face, walking around the back of the van to "cautiously" approach me. I could hear the loud crunching sound of his boots hitting the packed snow beneath his feet as he walked towards me. I thought to myself, what can I do for him in this moment? How can I serve? Immediately I had instant peace and knowing. ✨ I rolled down the window. He greeted me in his old, excited "Mikey voice" and gave me a big hug through the opened window. I thought.. wow, he appears to be a bit more mentally stable today. Just as quickly as I thought that, he started the fear- ridden speech. Showing me the symbols on his hand, proving that "his body had been taken over by the enemy". That "a new disease has been released and that it has no cure". That "a mission to have everyone plotting against another is in action". I listened with love. My heart wide open-- realizing that this is a holy encounter. A chance to see things ---to realize things--- to perceive in a new way.

Words cannot capture a true experience. It feels as though words take something so grand- as big as the entire universe itself- and crams it all into a shoebox. Words just aren't big enough. So I struggle with trying to capture the true essence of what had occurred using only words. Often times, this stops me from writing about it because I feel I am doing a disservice to something so limitless- so profound. Like making freedom a prisoner, shrinking it enough to make it possible for the mind's view. The mind's view is so minute. It doesn't even come close to the heart's view. Its simply incomparable.

He said he can't explain anymore and that he had to go. He said I love you and walked away.
Such a moment would surely bring me to sadness. A place of helplessness seeing somebody I loved so dearly in such a dark place. Lost. Alone. Helpless. It would break my heart.
And my heart did break--- OPEN--- that very moment as I drove away. I realized..I knew. I understood. I was truly in my knowing. He was not a victim of circumstance. He was absolutely amazing. Strong. And he was anything BUT alone. He was surrounded by Divine love and support. He was protected. He was safe. He had intended this journey from before his first breath. He was fully aware of the challenges he could face, and he bravely accepted. What a profound experience he was having. His life itself is profound. Holy. Sacred. As each one of our lives are. It is merely my judgment, my perception that he was suffering. That he was alone. That he was a victim. But I witnessed him in truth. He was happy. He was safe. He was as loved and as guided as Jesus himself was. This was his chosen journey. He was learning and growing through it all. He was evolving. And not one moment of it was in vain. The light that surrounded him was so proud, and quite tickled at his funny personality. The Mikey that I knew as lighthearted, funny, easygoing, loving and fearless was Mikey in truth. That part of him is eternal. This other side is temporary..simply illusion in the end..set up as an opportunity to learn through.. to grow. A sacred gift.
Mikey, I know who you are in truth, I know what you are in truth, and I know how you serve in truth. You are here and you are free.✨💞

That was a holy encounter. That was an opportunity to encounter the Holy Spirit. To allow the holy Spirit to channel through us. We served each other. We always do. In my seeing him and knowing him in truth, it freed both of us. He gave me a gift in knowing. And by accepting that gift, that opportunity, we were both recognized and known in truth. Thank you Mikey. I love you beyond this world.✨💓✨

09/15/2023

04/16/2023

Credit to Dylan Aurelian Love

04/05/2023

True love is not an emotional state.⁣
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God's love is actually impartial.⁣
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It cannot love or express as love any⁣
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03/31/2023

The Elders

It was the dead of winter, early afternoon. I was barely seven years old. My younger sister, around five, and I were sledding on the steep, snow-covered hill that was our backyard. After a while, exhausted from the climb back up, we both collapsed onto our backs to rest. It felt like we had been scaling a mountain.

And then, something happened.

I’ll do my best to describe it, but words feel inadequate. It was as if the entire world around me blurred, fading into the background. My vision hyper-focused on a single point in the sky. A wave of immense relaxation washed over my body, so profound that, in hindsight, the closest comparison would be the deep, drug-induced calm I experienced as an adult after surgery. My entire nervous system surrendered to a state of complete stillness. I don’t think I could have moved even if I wanted to.

My sister lay beside me, silent and unmoving. And yes, she was experiencing and seeing the exact same thing.

The clouds above us parted. Loud voices echoed through the sky, rolling over us like distant thunder. A long stone table appeared, surrounded by a row of bearded old men. They were deep in conversation, their voices booming and boisterous. At first, I thought they were yelling, maybe even arguing. But the moment that thought registered, an understanding dawned. I knew they weren’t fighting. It was simply their nature. They were laughing, talking over one another, feasting, celebrating. Their laughter was deep and hearty, the kind I had only ever heard in movies—like the way Santa Claus was always portrayed, with a full-bodied, resounding Ho Ho Ho.

We just lay there, watching. And I remember, deep in my core, the unshakable feeling that I knew exactly who they were, and they knew exactly who I was.

The very moment I recognized that truth, one of the Elders, seated at the end of the table, turned his head and looked directly at me. He smiled, broad and knowing, then winked.

And just like that- the clouds closed.

It was over.

The world around us came rushing back. My sister and I sat up, stunned, exchanging looks that didn’t need words. Then, as if jolted by the same instinct, we scrambled to our feet and sprinted up the hill, bursting into the kitchen to tell our parents.

We were raised in a strict Catholic home. Our parents listened, intrigued but hesitant. They asked for details, and I could feel them wanting it to be a vision of the Last Supper. But Jesus wasn’t there. And when I told them that, I felt their disappointment. Isn’t it strange how children pick up on those unspoken expectations? How, even at seven years old, I internalized the idea that maybe I had “seen it wrong”?

But I hadn’t.

They weren’t biblical figures. They were The Elders. That’s what we called them. I don’t know where the name came from. It was just there, as if we had always known it.

Now, nearly 40 years later, my sister and I still talk about that day. We’ve only shared the story with a handful of close family and friends. A few weeks ago, she brought up the gold chalices they were drinking from, and I laughed. Yes! The chalices! She remembers them as bright gold, while I recall them being a more muted tone. But both of us saw them.

I often wonder how many others have had experiences like this but never spoke of them—out of fear, embarrassment, or the need to fit into a world that dismisses what it doesn’t understand. In many religious circles, stories like this are met with skepticism, even condemnation. I’ve seen it time and time again—the way people are shamed into silence, their experiences labeled “evil” or “demonic” simply because they don’t fit within a predetermined framework of belief.

And that, to me, is a tragedy.

Imagine being a child, opening up about something profound, only to be met with rejection or fear. How many stories have been swallowed, buried beneath doubt and repression? How many voices have been lost?

Thankfully, we live in a different time now. The internet has given people a space to share, to connect, to realize they are not alone. These experiences have been happening for eons, but because they challenge our inherited beliefs, they’re often ignored or dismissed.

I believe healing begins when we give ourselves (and others) the freedom to speak. To share without fear. To explore without shame. To wonder without limits.

Because the truth is, the world is far more mysterious, vast, and beautiful than we’ve ever been led to believe.

And maybe—just maybe—it’s time we start talking about it. ✨💖

03/08/2023

In honor of International Women's Day…

If there is one thing we as women can do for this world, it is to start lifting other women up, instead of tearing them down---- and this starts with OURSELVES. Whatever you were told, whatever you were taught, or made to believe that made you feel like you were "less than" because you were a woman, shine some light on that part of you, and allow the truth to be revealed. You were never born to be less. You were born to RISE during a time of great adversity... to teach a new way. 💖 Whenever we, as women, compare ourselves to other women, or whenever we judge other women, or treat other women as if they were "less than" or undeserving, that is a call to reflect on the part of OURSELVES that needs healing. Sometime in your life, you were made to feel that way about yourself, and it has yet to be resolved on the inside. And, until that part of you is healed, you will unknowingly continue to project that pain onto others--- and thus the cycle of pain and separation will continue. When we heal on the inside, and step into the role of being our true authentic selves, we will always lift others up. We will feel proud of other women, and aspire to have similar qualities! We will recognize their great beauty and strength, and we will always support them. We will help to carry them when they are facing times of weakness, instead of walking over them. We will only support each other, and lead each other to the greatness that we ALL deserve. So, in closing, let us take a moment to acknowledge all the empowered women that are leading the way for us!! 💥💪🙌🏼 Happy International Women's Day!💖

" In order for sacred union to occur—individually and globally—the illusion of separation has to be healed."

01/21/2023

This post came up on my “Facebook memories” from 3 years ago. I’m not sure if anyone else will resonate with this, but figured I’d share anyway. 😊

I'll never forget, and I remember this moment like it's permanently etched in my memory. I was very young, probably around 5-6 years old, and I heard on the news of a local child that had been kidnapped. I remember in that very moment, that I felt no confusion or fear. I distinctly remember thinking that if that ever happened to me, my job would be to help the kidnapper remember who he was. That he simply had forgotten. If I could do that, he would set me free. It felt, at the time, like a very natural, matter of fact, response. It's no wonder that my favorite movie as a child was 'Savannah Smiles'..because I resonated with it so much. ☺️
As a young child it was clear to me, that in truth, there really are no "evil" people...there are only people that have forgotten who they truly are. Somewhere along the way, they got lost. Now I realize that a statement like that, will trigger many. How could you believe that there are no evil people? I absolutely believe there are "evil acts", but no person is born evil. Not one. But of course, that is a much bigger discussion in itself...and of course it can always be expanded upon. However, I feel that moment I had as a child was meant not necessarily in a literal sense, but more as a very simple concept; without all the elaborate, drawn out scenarios, that our minds can easily come up with for debate. Perhaps it was just meant as a simple reminder that would in some way benefit me (as well as others) as I entered my adult years, when we tend to forget the simple truths we seem to instinctively know as children.

So, one of the simplest ways I try to put this into practice today is when somebody does something that hurts, or they are acting like a jerk, doing things that are annoying, or saying terrible things. Instead of immediately reacting and putting more of that same energy toward a situation, I try to instead PAUSE in that moment, and remember who they REALLY are. When people act in such a way, it's usually because in that moment they got off track..they're lost in a sense...and they are likely projecting whatever anguish or fear they are experiencing inside, onto you. I feel its a silent call from that person for help in remembering. I believe moments like this give us all an opportunity to lift things up..to truly make a difference in a positive way. It's in fact a gift, if we are able to see it from that perspective. PAUSE...and try to remember the good things, the good qualities, the good times, the things you love (or even just like) about the person... because that's who they really are, in truth. If you can do that in that very moment, it WILL shift things...it's healing for both of you...and it expands far beyond you two as well. ♥️ You might not see it with your eyes in that moment (although often times, you actually will), but you can FEEL IT. Your intentions and beliefs are more powerful than anything you can ever see. Forgiveness.. and choosing to see another in truth, especially during the most challenging moments, I believe, is one of the most powerful,and beneficial, things you can do...and I feel we are all called to do it. We are all so fixated on "changing the world" through all the avenues we have no real control over. If we all, instead, just worked on our own little corner of the universe, and made small changes such as this, THAT is how you truly make a difference...and little by little it expands. That, I believe, is how you really change the world. 💖🙏

01/15/2023

"What you are called to act upon at⁣
a level of soul or knowing will give⁣
you what you require. If the gift of⁣
this lifetime is your ability to teach,⁣
or your ability to love or care for⁣
others, you will know it."⁣
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-The Guides through Paul Selig