Listen, The Bells of Spirit Are Ringing

At the centre of a hexagonal room sat a woman and a man. Dressed in a modest glory. Their splendour carries through their clothing with joy of heart and ease of being, a joy and an ease that plaid their clothing like gems. When a knock is heard at the door the man rises to open it. He moves with assurance, like one who knows the essence of the waiting. With a sweet smile on his face he receives the gift that is brought to him. He says goodbye to the gift's bearer and returns to sit in the chair which is ready and available.

Another sound is heard, and the woman rises up from her chair to open the door and greet the next gift. She bows with a gentle blessed bow and says goodbye with a smile of knowing. So does the couple sit with a grounded and balanced peace of the heart at the centre of the room listening to the door bells announcing the arrival of another gift. They are skilled in listening and identifying the subtleties of the bells' singing, and thus know when to open the grates of the room, the room of Human-Angels.

The Sounds of the Spirit's Bells

To what sounds do you pay attention? To which do you listen? The power of the sounds of spirit's love envelopes you as a loving blanket, provides you with a safe space at times when the balance seems lost. From earthquakes and refugee crises, to pain and outbursts of hatred, the sounds you are listening to will set the tone of the energy-charge with which you will meet the changes which are already coming. Silence your mind. Allow the inner space to recognise the gifts of spirit as one who awaits the gifts rather then awaits catastrophes. Silence your mind.

What has existed so far was not a balance but a keeping of a status quo. If you could have stood peacefully in the midst of a windstorm you would not have been exposed to new horizons. But you cannot stand against the strength of spirit and thus you are carried away, moving and being reborn into new spaces. This wind makes sounds. And this is heard now even by those that until now were embarrassed by love-words. Even by those whose cynicism has suffocated hope like a monstrous python.

I am Serina. And I am not a single voice. I am the sounds of a compassion and love coming to you each time to wash you like a wave from the depths of the ocean, bringing to your shore the sounds of healing. Each time that we knock on your door you can hear it. There are those who open it to receive the gift and blessings with splendid enthusiasm. There are those who listen and hesitate. Concerned whether they will be able to hold in the most treasured of gifts. And there are those who hear the old familiar song in the back of their heart-mind. They are afraid to leave their chair to let go of the known, that which they will call - balanced.

Those, dear beloved, are the hearts that need you most. They need the shared field of your love. Since love is private and collective at the same time. Love is felt through each and every heart. It is spread like the scents of the flowers in a blossoming field where one cannot know which flowers gave what scent.

Scents attract you to memories. These memories are energetic fields which actually act like a space free of time and a place where different imprints are imprinted. Just like a painter imprints her ideas and feelings into a glorious creation with canvas and colours. This is the power of your sense of smell. You pay attention mostly to your other senses like seeing and hearing. But your smell is your primal powerful sense. Do you remember the smell of love? Can it be the scents of love will draw you to memories of hatred? You say “follow your nose”, and we say to