An Interview with Candice Sanderson by Allyn Evans Like many who attend programs at The Monroe Institute (TMI), Candice “Candie” Sanderson, author of The Reluctant Messenger: Tales from Beyond Belief, discovered it is personal experience that transforms us. After that, we are no longer defined by other people’s stories. In the comfortable dining room of her beachfront home in Naples, Florida, Candie and I sat down to discuss her journey as a new author. Her book, which became an Amazon best seller in its first week of publication, details messages that she began to receive after attending TMI’s Lifeline program. Lifeline, a weeklong residential program, gives participants the skills and experience to be of service to those still in physical form, as well as others who have transitioned to the nonphysical and who desire assistance. Candie spoke of her experience at Lifeline : I could not beli...
March 16, 2018: Morning Meditation at Goddess I Am, Naples, FL, Star Seeds My vision in my mind's eye began a couple of hours before the meditation. I realized this was a "heads up" of what was to come. When I arrived at Goddess I Am, I took a seat and the vision continued before the meditation began. I saw divine sparks falling from the cosmos. These were tiny stars or seeds of light that fell into the waters of Earth. Some were crystal clear, others were pink. As they splashed into the oceans of Mother Earth, they created ripples across Gaia's surface. As each divine spark landed in the waters of emotion, more splashes were created. I then saw a slow-motion video of a rock or stone being dropped in a still body of water. As the stone plummeted beneath the water's surface, drops from the surface were hurled into the air. As the tossed droplets reversed direction and rained on the waters of Earth, the cycle repeated. It was a beautiful sight to ...
Click READ MORE to launch the video. Yep, the video is a little cheesy, yet I have cold chills. Why? I’ve been there as swift-moving colors of energy surround me as I approach a lighted horizon. I know this is my path, one I must follow. I move in silence, keeping in step with my pounding heart while my internal conversation repeats, “Breathe, breathe, breathe. You’re almost there.” If you’ve ever accompanied me to a meditation, you’re familiar with the routine. I insist on going early because messages begin before the event’s start time. While others get comfortable in their chairs, I’m furiously recording in my journal. I leave plenty of space, knowing the messengers often add bits and pieces later. My guides arrive through waves of energy frequencies that, for some reason, I can perceive—just like the video. I recognize color, shape, movement, and intensity, but I also experience a space beyond my ability to comprehend, a space that simultaneou...
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