New York III Retreat April 23rd - 28th 2019

Blackbirds fly from Eastern Skies, Grace is all around. We took flight on the 23rd and opened our wings to be servants of the light to help the souls pass through. The 23rd as the energy of the Lord is my Shepherd, the protection of the Father was with us. Like the wise men journeying from the East, 14 warriors of Grace prepared themselves to march down the path and make way for the souls. Miriam was handed the task of our mission to release old attachments to grief and collect the Gemini child that was left behind, felt misunderstood, not seen, not heard – she was the rescuer.

Our coach arrived and it was called Golden Touch, we were in the gold of the Divine, like the genie we rubbed the lamp, wishes would come true. As we sat together in our first meditation Spirit expressed the importance of our final flight to New York. Bringing together the three journeys, the collection of all the energies that we had built over the years to help support the passing over of trapped souls wherever they may be within the vicinity of the area and beyond. We were gifted with a crystal sword of light, turquoise and green, the bottle number 9 – The Crystal Cave. A journey within to retrieve the lost parts, a rebirthing in each, and every one of us brings us to a deeper understanding of our spiritual mission. Spirit expressed that we would be like the Laughing Buddha – be light, the signs will begin.

Wednesday – Arrival and Lady Liberty

Wednesday morning Jesus’s essence arrived with us as on the energetics list the first name on the list was Issa, which means Jesus. As we walked together to the Ferry we were greeted with the sign, the laughing man – the Buddha had arrived. We stepped on to Miss Freedom, Emma and Zan sitting quietly as they looked across at Lady Liberty, hearing the man shout “Messiah, Messiah” to a group of children.

Roisin spotted the J in the golden energy of a child wearing a haversack. Jesus was really present – his message was everywhere. As we made our way to the train station, time stood still as we watched the films of past, and how the pilgrims from all over the world arrived to New York to get the milk and the honey, the gold of life. Some excited, some fearful, some broken, some very young and old people wanting a new life to start.

The ‘Empty Sky’, the New Jersey Memorial, was a gateway of peace, reflection as we walked silently in remembrance for those souls who sacrificed their life. As we rested in the fields of gold dandelions our hearts opened in Grace, supporting trapped souls into the Father’s embrace.

Ellis Island and Ancestors

We ferried to Ellis Island retracing the steps of the ancestors. It was a museum of ghosts – all immigrants together, some laughing, some fearful, as we looked at the memories through the pictures of lives that had passed before to make the way for those that are now living there.

Another journey onwards to Lady Liberty. She calls us as we return to the ground to place our feet firmly under the lighthouse as the Blackbird calls for us to go deeper into meditation. We rested under the trees, a downloading of new energy was occurring through Angela and Karin. Light was coming from above, gateways opening. We were in a very deep shift of golden light that flowed through each and every one of us, a deep peace was surrounding the whole of the group.

Thursday – Healing Childhood Memories

Thursday morning our teenager called out, 15, trapped outside the body in a vortex wanting to integrate, a grounding of self began to occur. Feelings of ugliness, jealousy, vulnerability were cleared at a very deep level of how we feel as a child – insecure and confused as we grow deeper into a human being out of our spiritual being-ness.

Some of us became aware of childhood memories that were still in our psyche. We travelled on to our Native American family waiting for us, with their chanting and their energies of colour, a powerful reconnection as we entered the story of past beings who heard the call of Spirit, the true spirit, the earth spirit. Beautiful souls in their chants, in their music, in their prayers, in their ceremonies brought us back to the nature of all true things.

There were feelings of sadness as we walked, and past memories, powerful spasms went through our backs and legs as the group was being grounded into the old energies of the past to heal.

Ancestors and the Irish Family

We travelled on, the famine called, more ancestors to visit and to thank. We grouped together and rested among the stone walls of Ireland – the feeling of warmth and home surrounded us all. We had family from Switzerland, family from Amsterdam, and family from Ireland.

Closing our eyes as the Irish lament played through our hearts and the music went over the New York sky, the ghosts of the past stepped forward to the gateways of light and joy as they passed through celebrating, their souls were restored. The Herkimer diamond called us, we are the diamonds taking shape. Debbie and Orla met a New Jersey couple who couldn’t thank them enough and didn’t know why they were thanking them, but this does not matter. Spirit does not need fame or fortune, Spirit just needs to connect with us and let the work and the flow of light penetrate into the tapestry of the world.

Friday – Deep Day of Remembrance

Friday was a deep day of remembrance, a deep meditation of Grace as we handed everything in to the power of amazing Grace. The powerful day was waiting for us to step in to the energies of the two towers.

We were guided by Jim and Desiree, we walked through the towers reliving the horror. Sadness fell upon us, each one of us listened with open hearts as we spoke about their stories. Spirit guided Roisin to hug Jim and let the energy of her heart flow to his heart – the grace was felt from above through the whole of the group. Deep cleansing, deep healing and spirits rose.

As we sat looking out across the island the storm slowly covered the buildings, we were left only with the sea. As the sea started to rise, a sea of souls started to call out. Roisin could see the eyes of the trapped souls, a heaviness like the smoke of 9/11 surrounding the whole area.

The sea became powerful, communicating as we watched it in stillness, powerful strong emotions rose up in us as a deep communication. It was like the sea was communicating to our hearts and we were freeing the souls trapped within the water. It became alive, so alive the water took on a whole flow of its own. We were held in a profound energy of transformation.

Saturday – Our Lady in the Bronx

We journeyed onwards, stepping into the museum of the entire rescue and all the stories associated with all the rescues of 9/11. As Roisin walked through she was saying if only we had some music, some music to help – this is the spirit, it’s the grace of the soul.

We passed through all of the memories, all of the pain that all of the people had suffered, there was a silence, a darkness but also a sense of hope.

Roisin and Zan came to the last flight of stairs rising up the gateway to heaven and as the escalator rose up higher and higher the souls came up with us as the music started to play Amazing Grace.

Saturday the Mother called to be seen, to be remembered and recognised as we set off to meet the divine mother and support her energy in the Bronx, so that she would be seen and acknowledged. We travelled together through the subway and many gateways, resting with each other on the journeys through the subway with different souls passing by us, touching our Grace.

We arrived at the beautiful shrine where Our Lady appeared in 1945 to the young boy, Joseph. We stepped through the stairs to find Our Lady waiting. Someone had arrived to lay flowers, candles flickered as we sat together. Miriam and Angela held the presence and recited the energy of the Rosary.

We remembered those pilgrims that came to the land to find their Gold. As we listened in silence to the beautiful Ave Maria, Roisin handed the Medjugorje medal around to each of us to hold for our intention.

Medjugorje was a powerful energy, Our Lady was yet to be recognised by the Catholic Church, not that she needs recognition, but we were recognising her in the small area in the deep energy of the Bronx. She thanked us with gratitude and love and as we placed her medal on the altar, Stephanie also brought a picture of Medjugorje to support the acknowledgement of Medjugorje through the eyes of the Church.

We sang together As the Saints Come Marching In and we rested in silent reflection as some of us felt the chill of the cold wind, others were burning up. A deep cleansing was taking place for each and every one of us and a great gratitude was happening from the Mother’s heart to each heart.

Closing Reflections

We all felt fulfilled as we honoured Our Lady and recognised her, as we left the gifts of the medal of Medjugorje and the picture of Our Lady of Medjugorje. We had stepped back into the energy of Saint Patrick’s Cathedral holding the light in the centre of New York.

A beautiful cathedral created by a young priest from County Tyrone. We visited the beautiful statues of the shrine within the church of Saint Charbel, Saint Bridgette, many Saints and then we rested in Our Lady’s Chapel with the Eucharist as a baptism took place – a truly spiritual experience for all of us from all different religions finding God.

Isn’t that the way it should be – God is everyone’s Father no matter what creed, colour or belief. And when we come to the realisation of this the world will find complete peace and it is our job and mission as human beings to awaken ourselves and others to the one God.

As we walked back from the Cathedral our hearts were light, we were a Holy Family in so many ways. Our souls were lifted and our Grace was expressed and felt by all.

What an amazing, beautiful, memorable experience – the closing of the trilogy of New York. With the souls that rose to the light and the Saints that supported us in awakening the Saint within us.

Final Words

We sang, we danced, we laughed, we cried. New York really was being transformed, the Saints had arrived and we knew it, everyone was aligned, connected, awake in peace and presence.

From the journeys through the subways to the divine shrine of Our Lady of the Universe in the Bronx that was waiting for us in the tiny space as we gave gratitude to her and thanked her as she thanked us for remembering her.

We supported her light to shine so that Our Lady would become very powerful in the eyes of those that cannot see her. Saint Patrick’s Cathedral, powerful, strong, the presence, the energy, the essence, the saints, the power of Grace right in the centre – what a temple to have within.

So many signs – the Blackbirds, the King Kong, the rosebud, we had many suppers, no Judas to be found at our table, all was well.

As we came back from New York within 20 days, Our Lady of Medjugorje was recognised by the Pope – our work was completed.

Now to the next journey. Father, we are ready. Father, we hear your call.