Enjoy this video from the beautiful Light healer, Peta!
Yeshua said, “Watch and pray…”
Did you ever stop to ponder what He was saying by that? The definition of watch is to be observant and to pray means to speak to God/Source. In religious circles we are taught to close our eyes when we speak to Source/God. I know it’s a personal preference people have but I was always one of those asking but why did Yeshua say to watch as you talk to Source/God?
When we watch we are involved in a different way. We can actually engage our sight and use it to aid us in speaking commands as we are lead to; you can use The Bible as a good starting point if you don’t know how or what to command.
Having been made in the image of our Creator, who authoritatively speaks everything into existence for manifestation; why are more people not practicing using their voice to exercise their dominating influence over things they want to see actualized? It takes a certain amount of bold faith to actually know that your utterance is a powerful instrument in the creating of this new reality we are all walking into.
Finally, keep in mind that we are being censored in every way imaginable because the enemy knows how powerful your expression is.
I encourage you to start using your own voice as you watch and speak with Source/God and notice when He validates you afterwards!
EVA SANTIAGO ©2023
We are called to be the manifestation of SOURCE/God here on earth. Some of us are His eyes and ears; seeing and hearing in order to bring His message to those who aren’t able to see or hear Him for themselves ,yet. Still others of us are called to be His hands and feet; ready to go wherever He leads us to heal or lend a helping hand.
Wherever you are in your own personal journey with SOURCE/God, KNOW that your ultimate destination is to KNOW Him fully. This is how we bring people closer to our Creator:
My 24 year old son kept getting upset with me; he confides in me and we have great talks. Unbeknownst to me I’d been offending him because lately I’d remind him to “get closer to God”. Where’s the harm in that ,right? Well, I was telling him what he already knew he had to do and no one appreciates that! I was grieved as I realized that he felt misunderstood by me. We kept hitting the same dead-end in our most recent conversations. Yesterday as I watched him prepare for a business trip I heard,
” Apologize to your son and validate him.” I dropped everything I was doing and I walked up to him and I said,
“Hey son, I’m sorry for coming across in any kind of religious way to you. That’s never been my intention, I just keep telling you what you already know and I see how that can be annoying to you when you’re already doing your best. Please forgive me?…”
My son’s whole demeanor transformed right before my eyes. He too apologized for some of the hurtful things he had been hurling at me as he lashed out in frustration when he felt I wasn’t getting him. We hugged and as we did, we both felt a huge breakthrough in our communication.
We can’t be arrogant in our dealings with others. If someone you are called to be eyes/ears, hands/feet to is not getting it, step back and see them, hear them. In this way we become ALL things to ALL people.
EVA SANTIAGO ©2023
Obsession with going down the rabbit hole is the biggest distraction from creating the new. If we are looping the old the new cannot be birthed through us.
This is a part of the process and it will keep looping until we surrender to the fact we are the ones we have been waiting for and the distractions of the old world can be more potently used to create the new.
As I say this, for years I did this. I was angry, mad,.and.pissed off that I had been lie to, conditioned, and programmed.
I felt I needed to save the world until I realized saving myself and being the embodiment of what I wanted to see in the world was more important than my egos need to correct and modify anything that was happening outside of me.
This is a process not an event. And everyone is playing the role they need to at this time so there is no judgement. The freedom of letting go of the old and being a part of the solution is more productive. But we need to honor everyone’s process and their role.
Basically we are either looping the old or creating the new. Our energy is currency and we are either feeding the energy sucking monster I called the inverted matrix or we are creating the new creaxtrix. The choice point is ours.
Jen Jen Reynolds
“You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.”
Reality seems loud
It seems messy
It seems awkward because most people are accustomed to saying and doing things under false pretenses…
The way we stay together as a family ,as friends and as couples is through:
COMMUNIcaTIon…Communication creates, sustains and maintains COMMUNITY
Yes, healthy distance is helpful
Healthy boundaries are essential however, DO NOT go hiding behind them when it’s time to interact and speak in order to work things out!
For everything there is a season, a right time for every intention under heaven…
A time to keep silent and a time to speak…
Eva Santiago ©2023
“LOVE REQUIRES RELATIONSHP.”
I’ve heard said many times that where your your heart is, there is your treasure. But have you ever considered where your thoughts are is where your reality lays? Years ago I would hear the preacher man refer to bad thoughts as stinkin’ thinkin’; that kind of mind set is based on scarcity and lack. When we think from a place of abundance we become that abundance and so much more. “What you see you BE-come.” -Kim Clement coined that phrase and it always stuck with me! When you occupy your mind with stinkin’ thinkin instead of abundance thinKING, we lower our vibration and lose a bit of our royal status as heirs to His KINGdom. We are to renew our minds and that entails being careful to cultivate thoughts that emanate from abundance and not, lack. It takes practice. We are willing to practice so many different disciplines; why not start today by adopting the discipline of teaching our unruly minds some manners?
Eva Santiago ©2023
Frailty is a funny thing. It talked her into a compromising situation. When she was strong she would proclaim “ I will never do that! “ . In her might she could scale a wall bare footed and topple several giants with her hand tied behind her back. She seemed invincible.
Now things are different. Battles have scarred her and she feels herself wavering. What was once firm ground now has turned into sinking sand. She said she would never stumble in matters of her heart and she did just that because weakness is peculiar. Her flaws continually beg for her attention. She looks in the mirror and where once stood a Jedi, now all she gazes at are the accusatory fingers that point to her and blame her for things that aren’t even her doing. That was her undoing back then and she wonders if it’ll contribute to her demise now.
She heard those voices back then and that’s how she lost her way. They drowned out her own voice and she followed the wrong ones, betraying herself. Now the image in the mirror begs her not to do it again. She is fragile and is succumbing more and more each day to what is comfortable because she has grown tired of the battles.
The conflict is in her soul and she knows there is a way out but she finds herself enjoying the darkness more than she thought possible. Being in the light this whole time has exhausted her. She finds opacity comforting, it’s where she can hide away, not having to worry so much about anything. The darkness beckons her daily; it is where light hasn’t reached yet. Those places longing for light’s exposure is where she treads lately. What she doesn’t realize is that as she visits those places, they are no longer in the dark because by illumination, they become won over territory.
Her darkness sees the light and it comprehends it not. It surrenders to the brilliance and that’s how she overcomes her weakness.
“It’s not by might nor power but by my Spirit,” says the Lord.
” Sin is basically the places of the heart where The Light hasn’t reached yet.” -Kim Clement
-EVA SANTIAGO ©2012/ ©2023
She thought the menacing clouds in the distant horizon could only mean one thing: Her certain destruction. She feared being obliterated in to oblivion. So Rosalma battened down the hatches of her sail boat and prepared for the worst. Oh she had seen it coming from afar for a while. Having been in control of her situations all of her life she always knew what to do. But there was something different with these dark clouds she kept seeing approaching closer everyday; esta tormenta es distinta, this storm is different, she told herself. She knew it was bigger than any rain storm she’d ever experienced before. Rosalma knew it, could feel it down to her core. But she decided not to run. She knew whatever came, even if she were to be stripped of her sails and tossed about in turbulent waters, she’d make it…at least she asked SOURCE every night for strength.
The day the deluge came started out in a strange calm. Rosalma looked out of her 2nd story bedroom window and she knew the light breeze and sun playing in the clouds above were lies. She had seen what was coming. Suddenly the day grew overcast and the thunder rolled. Her heart skipped a beat. Should she stay and weather the storm or go out to meet it face to face?
She gathered her long copper toned locks in a messy pony tail, threw on her fisherman’s sweater over her jeans and boots; grabbed her back pack and headed out to the marina. The clouds were building and the hues of grey changed constantly from grey to charcoal; reflecting her fears. Undaunted, Rosalma , was going for it. She knew in the storm lay her destiny.
Vamomos Chica! GO girl, she encouraged herself. She found her sail boat; she’d christened her ALMA after her abuela, grandma who’d walked the earth for 98 years and taught Rosalma all about the storm. Rosalma headed out in Alma to find her soul’s purpose.
The water was choppy and the air now nippy. Rosalma tightened her raincoat a bit more snugly around her petite 5.2 frame. The water was merciless and kept over powering the deck. But, Rosalma kept on. She knew destiny’s end was ahead and staying where it’s safe would never get her there.
Soon enough the storm was beating Rosalma up and knocking her around, with fists the size of the Hulk’s. Every time she thought it would let up, the struggle intensified. She desperately looked up for any sign of her tomentor letting up and the storm today seemed relentless. It wasn’t quitting and neither was Rosalma.
Mid storm Rosalma’s spirit was sinking. She thirsted and no drop of water could satiate it. Water everywhere and none of it could quench. Water everywhere and nothing to stop the stench of hell’s flames. She wept and couldn’t tell where her tears began or ended. Her eyes swollen from the storm’s continuous beatings, felt like she was blind. She wanted to just lay there and give up and admit defeat on Alma’s deck. Who would blame her for quitting? Obviously this storm no man woman or child could overcome. So the minutes slipped away and her soul with them.
Until a light came from a light house. It was far off but the light shining from it was undeniable. Rosalma shot up to her feet. She steadied herself by grabbing on to a side rail. All of the sails on Alma now torn to bits; which hung on like rags on a homeless person. Her soul knew how that felt.
She had seen the light ; though it was faint, she knew her destination to Port Désirée was just ahead. Through the rain storm came peace.
So what now? ALMA was not tossed about anymore. The storm’s rage was lessening and the wind no longer howled in distress. The light tower was in full view straight ahead. Rosalma shook a little inside. What lay ahead for her? She had left it all behind; brought absolutely no baggage on this journey. She wanted to travel light and get places faster. But now with all that was familiar to her gone, she knew not what she’d face next.
Through the rain storm came peace and Rosalma knew it was all well worth facing the storm that threatened to finish her off as it had done to so many of her ancestors. This new place was like a new addiction she could not deny. The light here seemed blinding only becase she had been in doom and gloom for so long. Rosalma was here to stay. This new place of color and no grey was where she would stay…
-Eva Santiago ©2012 ©2023
Now’s all we’ve got
So stop thinking about the other day and someday
Or your mind will rot
In a fetid, decaying pot
Nothing is ever really just as it seems
Don’t let your life unravel at the seams
Hold yourself together with sheer will- with all of your might
Whatever you do, hold the fuck on!
It’s never, ever an easy ride
It was never meant to be, ya know?
Take a picture of this now
It’ll serve as your memory in your new reality
Make it your absolute greatest shot
Aim to: help others ascend
This is the NOW life
For fuck’s sake, live it NOW!
Your new life comes from having mastered your million nows.
Eva Santiago © 2016, ©2023