Expressions of Gratitude From Beloveds

Mamolo, Myra Chula, Philippines

Good day!!!!!... sorry for disturbing... by the way, I am MAMOLO, MYRA CHULA, 17 yrs. old here in the Philippines.
I just want you to know that I am so happy and thankful that I know you by my/our friend kuya DAVID. You know, you are so inspiring, lovable and like an angel to me... I think you're GODS gift...

Every time I hear your voice, I can't explain my feeling.. I don't know why...but I know GOD has a purpose with it....
To know Ms.Chris Celine is a big thing to us... because you give me/us a strength, rather power.... to live in this world full of challenges....

May GOD bless you always and also to your family!!!!
Thank you (so)100x much!!!!
WE LOVE YOU!!! GOD IS WITH YOU ALWAYS AND WITH US....MORE POWER!!!

From G.Y., Ashland Or.

Yes – we are all in “School of Love”
The mind’s thinking drops to the One Heart
And only One pen and paper –
One hand writing
The One poem.
To burst the heart with joy-filled song,
Sounding in jubilation.
Bowing to the Masters and Saints and Angels calls.
Let this Love fill your cup,
So the wind will carry you across to her shore
Where she always meets you,
Where she has been all along.
Here, in the Heart of Compassion.

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.