Expressions of Gratitude From Beloveds

From G.Y., Ashland, OR.

"Upon arriving-here in the Sanctuary of love, I knew “I am home”. The whisper of your soft voice saying song of holy lullabies unraveling this heart into peaceful beingness.
So grateful, so grateful of the Golden grace,
that is eternally flowing through this vessel of love.
Yes-One heart, One breath, One."

From Linda P., Ashland OR

"My life-long prayer of gratitude will include the blessing of meeting you, my beloved teacher. To be in your presence is to experience the total Love of God. It is a “life-changing” experience, to finally realize the Love of God. In the world, love for me has been always waiting for the “other shoe to drop”. There can be no greater trust, than this trust of the Love of God that emanates from you. I feel no fear; I experience only pure Love when I am with you. I am. Eternally grateful."

Anonymous

Dear Chris, I am very grateful for your guidance and teaching. As much as I didn't believe in prayer when we met, I now seem to be in prayer constantly. Isn't that funny? I have recognized that you are an expert in leading people to what they truly want… Oneness with God. Lots of love and gratitude.

From M.M., Bay Area, CA

Thank you for your protection today. Our home was broken into today and I was amazed at the peace that I felt... I felt your influence all over.

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 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 D.D., Bay Area, CA

Darling Chris,
Thanks to you all is so good.
In this now, in this present moment
We know how to heal humanity
Even before on bended knee
Our yes within our heart
Is the start, the way new
Just like me and you.
One breath…