Expressions of Gratitude From Beloveds

From D.W., Dallas, TX

I got guidance yesterday afternoon to call you... pink rose petals were in my path on the sidewalk. I knew. I love you Chris Celine.

From D.D., Bay Area, CA

Poem…
Her candle of cosmic consciousness and tenderest union with Mother/Divine God
The flame of exquisite homecoming leaps in a heartbeat to our wicks,
And so be it, they are lit...
And we are one with her and cosmic consciousness.
Candles, plain candle Light and Love... dancing
No separateness between disciple and guru,
One heart beating the ordinary magnificence,
One Divine moment.

From, L.R., Bay Area, CA

Thank you a million times for your Love and support and prayers… thank you for being so filled with love.

From J.B., Ashland, OR.

"Beloved Chris, you have truly been God's vessel to bring so much more joy and peace and love into my life than I could have ever thought possible. I thank you for the miracle after miracle that keeps occurring on my journey to remember the truth of who I am, in gratitude and love."

From Terry, Vancouver, WA

I went to see Chris Celine last Saturday. She is a Teacher of Love and a “yes” to us all. When I saw her I was so excited. She had the biggest smile. I walked in and she gave me a hug straightaway. I felt Love. My heart said yes. This is what I felt for her voice too. Her voice is every call made to me. Looking in her eyes was like getting lost in a nebula. Stunning. When I stood close to her I was getting a lot of vibrations all over my body, very intense. In the satsang, as she started to speak, I was taken somewhere far away. Yes!

From P.F., Ashland, OR

Healing hands reach from the heart,
Open channels for a touch
That the textbook cannot teach.
Healing eyes, glowing face,
Open to give,
Sensitive enough to receive, too full to waste time.
Protecting old fragile feelings,
Too busy living to worry about death.
The healer knows death intimately, without fear
Respecting its kick-ass priority setting, but not bowing to its illusionary power
The healer is humbled only by the Giver of Life.

Her true strength is invisible to the casual passerby.
Her inner beauty is unseen by all who are caught in appearances.
The passerby may never know, he was changed by her healing touch
Save deep in his heart
Which walks away singing its own silent song.
Chris, this poem is about and for you.

From C.M. Bay Area, CA

Dear One, the lemon tree is laden with fruit awaiting your arrival.
Miracles continue to unfold each day – soon you will be here again in form.
The mountain comes to Mohammed.
One love,