gratitude

Miraculous Blessings - I believe in Miracles

My Guides, Angels and Ancestors truly have my back and today they proved it, yet again. They are the driving force behind miracles in my life and I am so grateful for their support. They make the seemingly impossible, possible. Like God working through Moses, the waves of the Dead Sea part as they clear a path for me. I cry as I write this, gratitude filling my heart.

Never underestimate the power of your loved ones on the other side. They can and will work magic in your life. Trust and allow them to guide you.

My heart is full and I am truly inspired.

Blessings & Miracles to you all!

Angel Number: 5589

Psychic Amanda Marquez

www.psychicamandamarquez.com

Learn How To Meditate

Learn How To Meditate

I always urge my clients and followers to start a meditation practice of their own. Consistent meditation will allow you to connect with Spirit and introduce you to the energy of your very own Spirit Guides. If you don't notice their energy at first that is okay. Remain consistent and have no expectations of your experience. Each meditation will differ and impart unique wisdom upon you.

Mindfulness & Gratitude Practice

Mindfulness & Gratitude Practice

There will be times when you hate the lessons, there will be times when you cuss at Spirit from the very depths of your soul but after the storm passes peace will take hold once more and you will have Gratitude for those tumultuous moments. It is a decision one must make on a soul level whether to advance spiritually or remain stagnant; gasping for air in the embers of an everlasting fire.

Gratitude Meditation at Goldfield Ghost Town

I am guided down the road and as if in answer to my desires I happen upon Goldfield Mine & Ghost Town. Coincidentally, I had been yearning to find a Ghost Town and was really in the mood for some spirits. I enter the town and notice how it is booming with tourists from all nations. A beautiful sight to behold. However, in my journeys I prefer a less populated experience. So after visiting the Saloon and taking a shot of my favorite well vodka I ventured out past the No Trespassing signs designed to keep tourists safe. As a free spirited soul I tend to misread these signs and interpret them to say "This is Your Path". Venturing further beyond the echoes of human voices; crossing train tracks of old; removing my shoes grounding my toes into the smoothly toiled sand. Taking notice of the terrain. From the foul odor of horse excrement to the scent of blooming desert flowers on the soft breeze. I embrace all of the stimuli around me through each of my senses. Touching, smelling, gazing, tasting the pristine air as it bellows deep into my soul. The perfect clearing comes into view as I settle into the sand for a moment of meditation. Butterflies, insects and birds fly through the air as my hand scoops the weathered sand taking in each history laden grain. Startled, I jump up realizing that within my palm sits a tiny gecko prince. He stares into my eyes as if to say "Namaste" before scurrying off to meet his destiny. I sense my burdened body become light as if shedding weighted bags brought with me from my daily life in the city. Everything around me takes on an aesthetic of beauty as the sunlight bathes all that is in golden light. I breathe, I exhale, I love and I am free. Once I have given myself this moment of pureness I am ready to trek back to the bustling ghost town and mingle with the good people who make their livelihoods in this deeply spiritual place. Climbing back up the rocky terrain in my open toed sandals I give myself appreciation for opening my heart to the simple yet enriching rewards of nature and I invite myself to enjoy another drink at the Saloon. Upon entering I am greeted by the familiar face of the kind bartender I met earlier and he offers to buy my next drink. Realizing that my funds are running low I graciously accept returning his warm smile and entering into a conversation regarding the history of this wonderful place. I excuse myself to walk around and gaze into the past, reading as many articles and soaking in each weathered picture hung on the walls. The walls are packed with the history of the old west and I catch myself giggling aloud as I read some of the pun filled writings left here by cowboys of days gone by. Something guides me towards the back deck and I find a gathering of older men. Some wear cowboy hats and bolero ties laden with turquoise and steer heads. Symbols of freedom surround me as I enter into conversations with each of these people I realize that they all have something to teach me. Where once I held prejudices I felt them dissipate as I understood how not only mine were seeded but theirs as well. I nod to the greatness of the universe to pay tribute for the enrichment of my mind body and soul. What a hauntingly beautiful experience. 

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