Hi. My name is Robin, though my Guides call me Little Bird. Here is how I arrived to where I am today:

 

On October 27, 2020, I had a near-death experience (NDE) when symptoms associated with COVID quickly and progressively got worse. The last three days of my life were nothing short of miserable. My lungs filled with fluid, and it felt like I was breathing through a tiny straw–like the kind used to stir coffee. You know the kind I’m talking about?

 

The thought of death didn’t scare me. Quite the opposite, in fact, having witnessed the transition of many beautiful souls who’d departed before me. I actually welcomed my own transition as I came to terms with the reality of my, then, current situation: Death would be easy. Death would mean the end of suffocation. Death would be my next great adventure. 

 

So I released my attachment to this body and this lifetime, wrote a short codicil to my 20+ year old Will, and relaxed into the journey. Some time later–hours? minutes?--I could feel the proverbial lights going out, and I let go.

 

I found myself in what looked like the Colosseum or a stadium, with tiered seating, and everything was made of marble. I sat on a large marble stone in the middle of the lowest level, all by myself. As I looked up and around me, I noticed people appearing on the seats above, facing me. They materialized slowly, at first, and then the momentum moved quickly and soon all of the seats were filled. There was an air of excitement and levity, and I sensed that something exciting was about to happen. The people smiled and leaned into each other, talking, laughing, and enjoying themselves. As I sat there, wondering what was going on, curious to know what all of the excitement was about, four people entered and walked toward me. I’m not sure who they were, but I apparently knew them well, as I was very happy to see them and I felt that we had lots of catching up to do. Just as I welcomed them to sit down with me, they all said, almost in unison, “Come on! Let’s go!” 

 

And then I was back in my bed. It was the morning of October 28th. My body ached and the weakness I felt was profound, but I could breathe. It was as though my respiratory system had barely suffered an assault. I took long, beautiful, deep breaths into my fragile body. As the “lights” fully came back on in my consciousness, I knew something was very different. Initially, I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was as if there was some thing, or someone, just outside of my peripheral vision, stepping behind a cognitive barrier every time I tried to focus on it. Frankly, it drove me a little bit crazy, because I kept feeling its presence, but then it would disappear.

 

One day, a couple of weeks later, “it” stood still and revealed itself, and I found that it wasn’t so much of a “thing” as it was an energy. I know, now, that that energy was the collective energy of my Spirit Guides, four of them. I got the message, loud and clear, that I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to be doing. Yes, they assured me, I’d dabbled along the way, and I’d made great strides to fulfill my purpose here, but I’d also strayed, and it was time to focus. There was no blame in this message, no shaming. In fact, there was a great deal of love, along with the acknowledgement that, yes, I’d been doing my best, and I’d been doing a great job. And now it was time to shift into a higher gear. "Time's a wastin’. Come on! Let’s go!"

 

To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was supposed to do. Part of me, though–my intuition–knew that I would find the answer if I just listened. The answer (and answers) came in meditation. Messages initially arrived slowly, sometimes in words, sometimes in pictures, and often in cryptic messages. Occasionally, they were brief. Other times, they came at me like water through a fire hose, and it was overwhelming. I’ve since learned to control the flow of information; I’m now in charge of the valve. Most of the time, anyway.

 

In the four plus years since my NDE, and since awakening to its purpose--it was a sign post along my path--I’ve set the intention to meditate every single day, and connect with my Guides. The messages I’ve received have redirected my course, and I am now very mindful of staying on the Path that I signed up for before entering this lifetime. I am a Teacher and Healer. I am a Light Worker. I am among millions, perhaps billions, who are here for the same purpose, right here, right now. I've had the "Earth School" experience many, many times before, each time with a similar purpose. This is lifetime number 514. I'm doing my best, and I hope to make significant progress this time around.

 

What I’ve Learned since then

 

Every living being on this planet has their own job to do, right here, right now, though we all serve a collective purpose and common goal. Some are here to show us where we've collectively gone wrong over the past hundreds to thousands of years; where the "holes" and "cracks" are in our society. They are here to spread darkness and chaos. The rest of us are meant to shine light into the darkness, to provide hope, and to help others wake up to the gifts they inherently possess. The Light Workers are here to heal the planet and all its sentient beings, to accompany everyone into a state of higher consciousness and love. They/We are here to reveal the truth of who we really are: We are all pure love and light, and it's time for us to collectively step up and be who we truly are. We are here to change the global trajectory.

 

Everything that is happening, right here, right now, is happening for a reason. If the world feels increasingly chaotic, it’s because the energies are changing, and people are waking up. We are experiencing a profound rise in the energy of the Divine Feminine. The scales have been out of balance for centuries; the pendulum has swung far too much in a direction that does not support our beautiful planet and all of its inhabitants; and we’ve forgotten who we truly are. 

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Side note: If, at any point reading this, you thought to yourself, "Dang, her brain was starved of oxygen for too long," you should know you're in good company. I've considered that, too (wink-wink).