We want Moshiach now!

We don’t want to wait.

Right now the world is struggling with the devastating impact of the Corona Virus.

But I had to share this beautiful poem below by Lynn Ungar.

It rings true in my soul. It speaks to everything I wrote about in my book Miracles Manifested. The darkness plaguing the world is here to unite and connect humanity. People are praying for a miracle and this prayer will return us to the light of our Creator.

He is waiting for us to open our souls to Him. He is waiting for us to surrender and trust in Him. He is waiting for us to shine like a candle in the darkness. He is waiting to save us and bring heaven down to earth. We are in the time of Moshiach. Don’t lose faith. Don’t give in to the fear. You are not walking alone. Go within. Reconnect with your soul. Return home.

This is a time for humanity to learn, pray, listen, connect, rest, heal, paint, sing, dance, meditate and reflect. It is a time to turn inwards and connect to the Light that burns within our soul. Our fate is in the hands of a much Higher power. Trust that He loves all His children. He doesn’t want to harm and destroy us.

He has run this earth for centuries without needing our help. Right now He is using this time to heal us and Mother Nature. The sky is blue, the air is clear, the oceans and rivers are brimming with life and the water is clean enough to see the fish below the surface for the first time in years. Our planet is mending and so are we.

PANDEMIC– by Lynn Ungar

What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.

And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.

Sending you a huge virtual hug and stay safe my angel.