My purpose is to bring the messages of The White Brotherhood of Light in a language that is easily understood by all children of the Earth. This is how I encounter and channel The White Brotherhood of Light. In a quiet place, I set the intention in my mind to connect with the Masters. I have found that I receive their messages at any time that I wish to connect, and their presence and voices are always present. But when I want to connect formally with them to channel, I take a notebook and a pencil (sometimes a pen — but somehow my preference is a pencil), and I sit quietly and set the intention to connect to them. In my mind's eye, I see a library with a long table at which the Masters are seated. There is a step in the library, so it appears that the Masters are seated on a podium. Usually I sit on the step, and then one or more of the Masters speaks to me. All of the Masters communicates with me as one, but sometimes a specific Master comes through, such as Mother Mary or Solomon.

The transmission gives me a sense of joy and happiness for our reconnection, on both my and their sides. Sometimes I have questions for them. Usually I just begin to write, and the words appear on paper. I know distinctly that these words are not mine. At times it feels as if my channeling has only taken a few minutes, but then, when I check the clock, an hour or two has passed. I have learned to set time limits for myself. I feel I could channel all day because while I am channeling, I am extremely happy and at peace and filled with so much love and joy. Sometimes I wish that I didn't have to disconnect from their loving light. The messages of The White Brotherhood of Light are always full of love and optimism. They share lessons with a great sense of humor. The Masters have told me that I have been sent by them to teach others on Earth about the new spiritual evolution currently upon us here on Earth. My ego has a good laugh about it! My heart somehow believes it to be the truth, a truth I have yet to fully understand as a human being.

The writing is usually in the plural, such as "we" instead of "I," and the messages that I receive astound me, as I clearly have no prior knowledge of some of the information that I am receiving.

While I channel, I am filled with such love and peace and joy! In those moments, I feel that all in my life is possible, that I am not alone and never have been, that I can do and be and become anything that is in my heart.

At certain times, I feel as if eyes other than mine are looking at our world through me. At those moments I become still and allow this gift of sharing because I am then rewarded in seeing our world through the eyes of spirit, and what I see brings tears of love and hope and joy to me, tears of deep gratitude for being given this opportunity to live here on Earth and experience it all! At such times, colors are more vibrant and sound is more pure. Everything connects and makes perfect sense. I feel an incredibly strong bond of connection to all living beings here on Earth and elsewhere in other universes. I know that we are watched over and protected. Sometimes, as I look at the destruction we cause here on Earth, I wonder if we are worthy of such love and forgiveness. And at times of my connection to spirit, I know that we are. We, the human race, just have to start believing that we are indeed worthy of such love and forgiveness. There is much to be grateful for, much to be in awe of, and much to love.

After the channeling session, I feel full of love and happiness, and my body seems to be vibrating in its own orbit of joy. No matter the message, I am always amazed at this gift of healing offered to all of us here on Earth.

In the very beginning of my connection to The White Brotherhood of Light, I felt that I was losing my mind. I've often asked myself, how did I write this? I would Google the information received just to verify it, having no prior knowledge of it. I even Googled the name "The White Brotherhood of Light." And that is how I came upon the Wikipedia description of their name. Channeling these messages has simply become such a part of my life that I cannot imagine not doing it.

I can't imagine not allowing our world to hear these healing messages. I channel because it is of a deeper part of me, a part that has come here to Earth to be the translator of spirit's message. It is who I am. And the more I own this, the more I accept my uniqueness, my sensitivity, and all my quirkiness! I have felt different and removed from humans all of my life. Today, as I embrace living a human life with joy and gratitude in total amazement of this life's beauty, I rejoice at knowing that a bigger part of me is here too, to share love and healing messages for our Earth and all of Earth's inhabitants. I willingly give of myself and my time.

Most of our changes come to us when we let go of all that we are, allowing our higher selves to heal and lead us.

When I was six years old, my mom left Poland and moved to New York City, leaving me behind. And so began a long, hard journey of loneliness, abandonment, and pain — three things that I have often inflicted upon myself in my years as a teen and then an adult, including loving people who were not emotionally available to me. So the process of being abandoned over and over again seems to have begun with my mom's leaving and then continued with my dad, who would leave me alone for weeks at a time while he went off to find his own healing.

At that time, I was alone at age six with a seventy-plus-years-old grandmother who didn't care much for taking care of a little kid. I found solace in nature, losing myself in the local woods with a book or two in tow. I found a deep connection with the farm animals or any living being from the animal kingdom that would cross my path.

Even then, I mostly stayed away from people. I was running with the wolves even before the book of the same title was written.

Looking back at my childhood, I remember sitting in the woods for hours in a place that was filled with wild strawberries, surrounded by beings not of this Earth. I only remember their presence around me, and yet I seem to recall having long conversations with them. I don't remember what we talked about. I know I felt safe and protected. As a child, I didn't much understand their presence; I only knew that these beings were watching over me.

As years went by, anger filled my heart, and my lost innocence no longer allowed my mind this magical connection. After a sad, painful childhood, I was even lonelier as a teenager living with my mom in New York City away from my dad — who meant the world to me — and all that was familiar on the farm in Poland. I longed for love, to belong, but mostly to have a place I could call home.

I met my mom again in New York City when I was fourteen years old. My parents were divorced, and I had come to live with her. When I arrived in New York, my mom was just a blur in my memory, a heartache I didn't know how to heal, and hot, burning anger that I needed to finally put on a shelf and let go. I missed my dad, who was then living in Poland and was my whole world. But that is another story of loss, deep regret and yet again abandonment, which I continued to recreate in all of my relationships until I decided that something had to change. I had to change, or, perhaps looking back, it wasn't about me changing but about finally letting go and no longer being willing to carry this pain around with me.

I wasn't ready to forgive — that would come years later, after both of my parents died, but I was ready to be free.

My reconnection to the light beings of my childhood began in 2005 during a particularly difficult time in my life. I was unhappily married to yet another wonderful person who was totally emotionally unavailable to himself or to me. With two small children ages two and three, all alone in a strange country, I was contemplating a divorce, something I swore I would never do. Yet, there I was at the therapist's office, once again filled with so much pain. My husband and I separated that year and divorced two years later. I took full custody of my children and, with a fear that kept me awake at night, I began my new life.

During that time the therapist suggested that I see her business partner, who was doing some "interesting things with energy healing," having just completed her training with Donna Eden. I had no idea what energy healing was, but I was willing to do anything to heal myself and my life.

As I lay on the energy healer's table, I closed my eyes and at first I saw only darkness, but then suddenly the colors began to change and soon I was surrounded by all the shades of purple. With every breath I took, I was breathing in this purple color.

Like ocean waves, I could see the color moving in and out and, to my utter amazement, I began to see angels. They were everywhere! All around me, all shapes and colors and sizes, even little tiny baby angels! I watched them swim in this purple ocean and I felt such joy and love and peace that I began to cry. After so many years of pain, abandonment, of trying to find myself, I finally felt that I was home.

I basked in the angels' love, but, after a while, the ocean of purple began to part, and through the parting colors I saw a hand reach toward me, and a finger touched my heart. Incredibly, I felt that touch and I clearly heard a deep male voice say, "Welcome back. We have missed you. We have been waiting for you." Hearing that voice, I felt that after all this time I had finally come home.

I watched for a while as the angels swam all around me, and as I felt their love I noticed them slowly starting to swim away from me. They were going home! But I was being left behind. I began to cry and plead in my mind, "Wait, you can't leave, I have to go with you, please take me back, I can't stay here, please take me back, I have to go back home with you!" Then the voice spoke to me once again and said, "You have to stay. You have much work to do. You are never alone. We are always with you." With that, the angels, the colors, all began to fade.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself crying. So was the energy healer and, obviously shaken, she asked me, "What just happened?" She said that her hands felt on fire. I shared my experience with her, the whole time feeling disconnected from this world and profoundly affected by seeing the angels, by hearing, as I would later learn, a voice of the Ascended Masters that call themselves The White Brotherhood. It is a voice I have learned to love and trust and know so well!

As I shared my experience with the energy healer, she said, "Oh, my God, you are an Earth Angel!" In confusion I asked her to explain to me what she meant. She walked over to her bookcase and gave me Doreen Virtue's book Earth Angels. I sat in my car in the parking lot after the session ended, hungrily reading the entire book and finally beginning to see how my whole life had brought me to this one moment in time, how my life began to make sense. My journey of re-remembrance began right then and there. I embarked on intense studying and channeling the White Brotherhood. I saved money to fly to Hawaii for the Angel Therapy Practitioner® course with Doreen Virtue. I studied Native American Shamanism with an amazing healer in Bennington, Vermont, Carol Tunney, MD, who currently is guiding me from her home in heaven with her two loyal dogs, Jack and Jill. I have studied with the Michael Harner group (Shamanism.org) and so much more, following the path laid out for me by my childhood beings of light, The White Brotherhood. I was just like everyone else, or so I thought, going through life, drinking my mocha lattes and trying to figure out life. I haven't figured it out yet, and I don't think that I will or even that I want to.

What I have learned from my work with The White Brotherhood of Light is that figuring out life does not really matter; what matters is that I figure out who I am, where I belong and where my home is. It certainly isn't here on Earth. I am just a traveler, passing through, learning, teaching, being guided every step of the way, now that I am learning how to really listen.

So, no, I am not trying to figure life out. No, not any more. Life will always take me to where I need to go, as long as I trust and allow it to.

Now, I have begun the slow journey of leaving my long held profession as a registered nurse. Although it has served me and others well, I feel that I am ready to do the work I have come here to do. As I walk this path of healing and heal myself, I "see" my home beings, The White Brotherhood of Light, and I feel their presence in my life. I hear their gentle whispers of encouragement and guidance. I know that my journey is just beginning, even though I've been "awakened" since 2005. It is now, at this time on our planet, that my true work is needed and is being revealed to me with every word I write. English is my second language, but I am willing to let go of my fear of this not being good enough and to do the work I have come here to do.

My commitment is to heal myself so I can help others, and is also to my home beings, to the White Brotherhood, to a power that is so much greater than I could ever imagine in my limited human thinking. It is through my willingness to reconnect with this power and to stay in faith, as I take each unknown step, that I know and trust that I am truly guided. It isn't easy, sorting it all out, the human experience and the guidance from my home beings. Over time, I have learned to trust my intuition, to trust that inner knowing, and to always have faith that spirit does have my back and a great sense of humor!

Every time I am asked by the inner voice that is always present to do yet another thing, to change my direction, to follow a path totally unknown to me, I just take a deep breath of divine guidance and spread my human wings of hope — and I fly. The willingness must always be to take that first leap of faith and then spirit can step in and be the wind beneath our wings.