Truth

We all know what truth means. Or at least we think that we know. But the real truth is that not only we, here on earth now, but our parents and even their parents were never taught the real truth. So it is nobody’s fault that the truth, about us as human beings, is just coming to the surface now.

I am talking about the Ascension. No, not the ascension of Jesus or Mother Mary, but the ascension of the human species. Let me explain a little bit further before I have everyone thinking that I’m some kind of a nut case. You may still think that even after I explain these things, that’s your option.

Ascension is merely learning the truth. The truth that we are beautiful, unlimited spirits that inhabit a human body. The truth is that we are on Earth, at this time, to teach and to learn. To teach and learn that we are a part of something much bigger and much more loving than any of us know. To understand that there is life after human death.

The Ascension is merely learning and teaching the truth, and that truth is learning to understand what role we play in this vast and unlimited Universe. We leave our Home, in a most beautiful and heavenly realm, by choice, to come here and live our lives and to do the best we can to bring light and love into a crumbling world.

If you remembered what our Heavenly Home was like, you wouldn’t be afraid to leave this life. Death of the body is just that. It’s like shedding our shells. We take our spiritual forms back when we return home.

There are so many things that are hard to believe, but they are things that we nevertheless need to learn. It’s why we’re here. I know how the death of a loved one can crush you spirit, shred your heart and, for some, not want to go on with your life. I know because I’m been there. You don’t get over it, you live with it. But that old adage, “When one door closes, another opens,” is very true.

What I have learned about myself, my life’s path has made me realize just how beautiful life is. I am a lilghtworker, which means I bring light into the world and into other people’s lives. I am also an Empath. I feel other’s pain as if it were my own. But most of all I am a healer.

 

I ask that you take advantage of my offer of a free 30 minute phone call that may change your life.

I will end with wishing you peace, love and light.

Kathy Zengolewicz

The Day of the Dead

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Dia de los Muertos, “Day of the Dead,” a Spanish celebration honoring the dead, is a Mexican holiday. It is celebrated, especially in the Central and South regions of Mexico. It’s a ritual that the Spanish have been practicing for at least 3,000 years. The day of the dead is also celebrated in certain parts of the United States.

The tradition was originated in Mexico and is celebrated on November 1. The festivities start on October 31st. Family members decorate the graves of their loved ones, often creating small, personal altars honoring the person. Sugar skulls, a skull made out of clay molded sugar and decorated with feathers and colored beads, are used to decorate the gravestones of the deceased. It’s a loving ritual filled with joy and love.

It is believed that, if a spirit returns and finds that no one has built an altar for them, they will feel sad and angry. Those neglected spirits may seek revenge on those who have forgotten them. Also, many folk tales explain how those who ignored their deceased loved ones will be struck ill immediately and die shortly after the holiday. Thus, some people take part in the festivities out of fear or superstition rather than love.

The most popular ways of celebrating Dia de los Muertos is by:

• Telling stories about the deceased loved one

• Creating an altar with offerings such as symbols and object of importance to the deceased.

• Cleaning and decorating their grave

• Holding all night vigils at the gravesite

• Making sugar skulls

So, basically, celebrating the “Day of the Dead” is nothing more than honoring dead relatives, both young and old and allowing them to return to the mortal world to visit loved ones. Instead of scary ghosts and goblins, the people of Mexico welcome their family spirits with the aroma of delicious food, decorated candy skulls and lighted candles to guide them home again.

This practice is new to me. I’ve never heard of it before, but I’m glad I happened across an article explaining the custom. In my opinion, it is a beautiful way to celebrate and honor a deceased family member, and a wonderful way to let that family member know how much they are appreciated, loved and missed.