It has been a blessing throughout my life to be surrounded by extraordinary Life Healers. Doubtless because I needed their healing ministrations desperately. I don’t know anyone else who has been as sound asleep as I’ve been.
I’m fairly certain I was born “awake.” I have clear memories of the first few weeks of my life. But due to an unceasing assault on my emotional and physical being from years of trauma, in a family that was wracked with pain, I shut down. I buried my true self deep within and became “fine.”
“How are you, Kat?” I’d be asked.
“I’m fine,” I’d reply. Since my nature has always been cheerful, and because I constructed a perfect Pinocchio-like exterior, wooden but lively, everyone believed I was “fine.”
I wasn’t. Far from it. The trouble with “fine” is that pain can’t get out and love can’t get in. The stone wall I built around myself was impenetrable.
It has taken a life-long inner digging to get to some semblance of peace within. To caring for myself. To living from my heart. To offering little creations from my soul. And it’s due to amazing Healers that I have worked with for 85% of my life.
I’m not exactly sure what to call these remarkable people. “Lightworkers,” certainly, “Healers” definitely, “Angels” no question, “Extraordinary” without a doubt. Some have been “therapists” some “sponsors,” one a “Guru,” some “channels,” or “energy healers,” or “intuitives,” some total strangers, a few nuns, one monk, many friends, colleagues, a handyman, a chef, astrologers, and even one or two “family” members.
However these Healers miraculously came into my life, they’ve helped me, step by step, to a lighter and lighter existence because of years of inner work, and they continue to help me today. I’ve learned that you don’t arrive somewhere and that’s it. Evolving is eternal.
But here’s the point: To a one, every Healer I’ve known has been tested. Mightily. Some with diseases that should have been fatal, but that they managed to heal in themselves and in others.
Many with traumatic childhoods, some with derision regards their exceptional abilities, many, in the last decades especially, with debilitating exhaustion due to transmuting endless negative energies.
And most with financial lack. It is not lucrative to be a healer on this planet.
They each give of themselves over and over and often without asking for payment. They want to help. They want to heal. Every. Single. One. So each one has carried the burden of Light, the responsibility of healing, since birth.
Carol Lee Flinders wrote a magnificent book about seven women mystics, titled “Enduring Grace.” She wrote about the crushing struggles that Clare of Assisi, Thérèse of Lisieux, and Julian of Norwich, to name three, had to “endure.”
Carrying Divine Light seems to require “endurance.” It has been that way since before the Pharaohs. Lightbearers—Artists, Scientists, Visionaries, Prophets, Healers—have endured unceasing challenges and battles in a sleeping world.
I remember reading a fascinating interview with John Lennon. In it he expressed his bewilderment that so many who were blazing lights get assassinated. He asked, “Why Jesus, Abraham Lincoln, Gandhi, JFK, Bobby Kennedy, MLK, Jr.—why are they all killed when they have so much to give the world?”
And then John himself was killed.
His question is valid. Why are so many blazing lights destroyed in this world? Or tested so mightily?
The short answer is because we now know that beautiful Gaia has been steeped in darkness for millennia, and countless light souls have come to help her, ourselves included. And some have met with terrible fates, including torture and death.
Right now, today, some of my dearly-loved healers are crying out to Source, “How much longer, Lord, how much longer until we receive some relief? I don’t think I can make it. I don’t know if I want to live anymore.” I’m talking about warrior healers who are so worn out, they feel they can’t take another step.
I was very moved by Light Warrior Extraordinaire’s post, where s/he said:
“I have been known to scream at Source/Creator whilst being alone in the house, asking why I have to endure this and for how much longer. At which point I wonder if I’m just mad. It’s certainly beginning to feel that way.” (1)
I also often yell up at the sky and stars and I know many who do. I borrowed Archangel Michael’s Sword of Truth one night and went to a Galactic Council in my dreams and yelled at them to “Get this done!” I banged the floor over and over with AAMichael’s shining sword. “Get off your duffs and get this done,” I yelled repeatedly.
Here’s the good news, Light Warrior. It’s so OK that you feel you can’t go on. It’s part of the journey. I was ill for sixteen years, unable to do anything and very often wishing I were dead. Lordy.
But I slogged through that because I’m here for a purpose. You are here for a purpose. And we (apparently) signed up for this assignment: To help Gaia, her Kingdoms and Humanity ascend out of the dark, depraved Third dimension into the light and purity of the Fifth.
Linda Dillon once said, “We are the strongest of the strong. That is why we were called and why we came.”
Thanks to Lightworkers. Thanks to you who are reading this blog. Thanks to all those who have prayed, meditated, affirmed, envisioned, acted with love, truth and kindness, loved themselves, healed and loved others, Light is now BLAZING on this planet. Do you realize that?
There is MORE LIGHT on Gaia than darkness, for the first time in millennia. Thanks to billions of Lightworkers, and billions of souls, most of whom wouldn’t label themselves “Lightworkers,” but who have nevertheless been weaving light-grids of love, kindness and truth all their lives.
When some of us feel we can’t go on, do not despair. It just means you need to take care of yourself and get your focus off the bigger picture for a while. Billions of us are carrying the Light, so it’s OK and essential that you take care of yourself.
When one lags, there are billions to pick up the slack. When I need a break I eat some chocolate 🙂 Or read a book, or watch a fun movie, or chat with chums. Whatever it takes to put down what feels like the Sisyphean burden of Ascension for a while.
Know that the Light is unceasingly being carried and has passed the point of no return. Light is the essential make-up of Gaia now—despite the fact that remaining shreds of darkness and their MSM are trying to convince you otherwise.
Lightworkers, praise yourselves. Give yourselves a pat on the back. You are mighty warriors and you have done it. Own this great achievement. You. Have. Done. It. More light—less darkness. Bravo!
So — if we read a post that tells us “Lightworkers are not doing enough or raising our vibration enough,” you have a choice: You can either be depressed by it or skip over it.
Suzanne Maresca put it beautifully:
“So, how long then will we be subject to upset by a channeled message? Can we embrace our own authority when we read something that doesn’t sit right in our bones? Can we accept channels as being Human, like us? Not always perfect and not always right on?” (1)
When I read a channeled post I disagree with, or feel in my heart isn’t true, I disregard it. I don’t know a single Lightworker who isn’t stretched to the max right now and who hasn’t been raising their vibration as best they can.
We are invincible Warriors of Light, which is why we took on this assignment. We are achieving the goal of Ascension into 5D and beyond. God willing, some magnificent dreams will soon manifest on surface Gaia—the RV, GCR and GESARA. But we’ll keep on trudging anyway, and we’ll keep on trudging after they manifest, until Ascension is done.
Footnotes
(1) “Light Warrior Extraordinaire: Why are We Tested Over and Over?”
(2) Suzanne Maresca, “On My Own Authority,”