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Have You Ever Stopped Talking to God?

4/14/2021

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I Stopped Asking People for Help and Started Going to God...

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Thank you for the life
that has been given to me.
Although I agreed to many 
hard things,
I'll be okay because 
God you are right here 
with me. RGJ

There was a time when I went to people because I thought that I needed someone to talk to. I didn't quite get the power in knowing one's self. I didn't understand the magnitude of the Divine force that is accessible at any time inside of me. Sometimes when we feel that we need someone to talk to, they are not available for us in the way that we would like them to be. These people are trying to show up for themselves and then have to dig inside to show up for us too, and sometimes they don't have anything to dig up for us. I have found that whenever I am in a position to be a listening ear for someone else, it helps me. When people tell me thank you for listening, for helping me, I tell them that they helped me much more. I live by nothing is a mistake, there is no such thing as random, and everything is on Divine time. No matter how they come, how I feel about it, I feel like that they were Divinely sent to me. I feel there is a message in everything, every person, every experience, there is a reason and season for it all.

When I was younger, I would talk to people about things that I had no business talking to them about, my business, but it taught me some things about people and about myself. It gave me wisdom in talking to people myself. These people weren't experienced enough in life and didn't have the capacity to give me neutral advice. Their words came from their perspective only, and their opinion of my situation. Some people don't know how to just listen and to listen with empathy. I feel like there is no "wrong person," that I talked to because I learned a great lesson. I learned to keep my mouth closed and to go to God. I learned the power of silence and within that silence I was able to return to my true nature of who I really am.

If their words aren't helping, they are surely hurting. 

As you tune into your true Divine inner being, you will know on vibrations alone of who you can and cannot go to in a time of need. "I stopped going to people for help, and I started going to God." It's not like I hadn't been to God before. And God sends messages through people, sometimes we don't have the ears to hear these people. When we are not ready for the message, instead we get offended. God has sent messages to me through people, and when I didn't listen, I lived with regret. God sends messages through our intuition, I have questioned that to, and lived with regret. 

From November 27th, 2020 to December 30th, 2021 I was hospitalized between 3 hospitals. I was transferred to one for treatment, transferred to another for a special treatment, then transferred again to heal from the injuries that I obtained from the second hospital. There was a voice that came to me while I was in the first hospital to leave and to not return. I allowed fear to take control of me. I allowed the notion that these medical professionals could and would help me take over my inner voice. I was tired and desperate for relief. I had stopped talking to God, and started listening to fear. I had started making decisions with my  afraid conscious mind.

This hospital escapade caused me a large hematoma on the left side of my body, internal bleeding, blood clots in my neck and arms, infected catheter in my neck, infecting my breast blowing up to a size G or so in infected fluid hard as rocks. Imagine painful heavy hot breasts full of infection, 55 pounds of fluid on my body, blood loss in my groin from a poorly placed catheter, and damage to my transplanted kidney. I am still dealing with the effects of this traumatic negligent experience. I can still remember the voice that spoke clearly to me saying, "leave this hospital and never return."

Here I am in a healing process where doctors have told me that I have the inability to heal. I have been told that it's doom's day for me if I don't take their treatment. I was talked to like I wasn't a person with feelings. They didn't care at all about how I felt. You know what I have learned? Listen to God. No one can tell you more about your body than you, you know how you feel. When I was released from the hospital, they tried sending me to hospice, or to send hospice home with me, I refused to go and I refused them coming into my home because they are setting me up for death, and I am setting myself up for life. I surely didn't feel like I was dying, and I was breaking the spell that they were trying to cast upon me. 

There was a nurse that came by my room, even when she wasn't even my nurse for her shift, and she would look at me and say, "Allah has the final say," she repeated it if she felt I wasn't hearing her, then she would leave. Her words became impressed upon my subconscious mind.

I don't know why I am sharing this story now with you, and it's not the entire story, but it just came out as I wrote. I write with the flow and rhythm of my heart, and I do not restrict or hold back my words in concern. 

There was a phlebotomist that came to draw my blood one morning at 4am, and I felt the need to talk to her because she reminded me of someone I knew, but she seemed reserved and quite introverted so I didn't because I overstand that kind of disposition. She came back to draw my blood two days later, but this time she got on her knees and woke me up. She said to me in a soft voice, "Ms. Jones you gotta wake up." I was drowsy from the medicines and just from being in there. She was on her knees holding my hand whispering, "wake up, you gotta get out of here, the lines in your arms are infected." I showed her the large hematoma on body, and I said, "I don't even know what this is," she told me what it was, and shook her head. She said, "this hospital is not equipped for what you need, you will heal better at home. She said, "if you want to live you have to get out of here." She told me that she couldn't sleep thinking about me, and God told her to come to me and warn me. I had all of the injuries that I wrote about above.
My condition was worsening and I had to fight to get out of that hospital.

I thank God for sending her to give me a message. 

You don't know how grateful I am to God for sending her to me with that message. I was in the hospital and those doctors came to me every day around the clock, using manipulative tactics, and at one point, I was so confused, drowsy, and fearful that I could only hear their words. Imagine being told that you are going to die almost every day that you are hospitalized and I was there over a month. It seemed that they had drowned out God's voice within me. But that wasn't so, my Mother kept reminding me to have faith in God, to go to God for answers, and that God would show me the way. My Mother reminded me, "God didn't bring you this far to leave you."

I found myself awake in the middle of the night when those meddling doctors couldn't come, and I could hear God from deep inside of me, I could feel the presence of God within me. Divine signs began to come to me and show me the way. I started to become overwhelmed with gratitude for God protecting me in a situation where I definitely couldn't see my life, where I was overcome with grief. These doctors don't know me, yet are quick to speak over my life like they are God. There are many doctors who are going to have to answer to the Most High because they have unconsciously lost their way in dealing with patient's lives. 

There was a time where I couldn't have told you this story without tears and pain. I felt violated and treated with disregard. I stopped going to doctors thinking that they could help me, thinking that they would have answers for me, to help me out of my situation. 

Remembering that God is the Source of my supply and everything else is just an avenue was a game changer for me. I stopped going to people and started going to the Source. People cannot see the Divine plan for my life or yours, they weren't given that power. See how the doctors quickly write me and so many other people off, think if God gave them the power to truly know when and if you would surely crossover.

I stopped asking people for help and I started going to God. I don't have to worry about God talking bad about me, talking about what God did for me to other people, or telling my business. I know that it starts and stops with God. God loves me so that even when I wasn't in alignment in spirit, God sent a message through a soul for me. I feel an insurmountable feeling of joy. Right now, God has much more for me to do, I am not done fulfilling, so I keep listening to God for the way. I am given signs through people, through synchronicity, though messages, people come to me just in time, and even through blood tests, God has shown up over and over again.

When I go to God I don't have to worry about being asked a thousand questions of why, why do I need this? How did I get in this predicament? What do I need it for? Where is _____ person, why can't they help you? What happened? God knows what happened. I don't have to hear one complaint, one painful criticizing word, I don't have to be frowned upon, or feel shame because I remember who the Source of my supply is. God is the Source of my supply and the light within me, and I am the light. God leads the way, I follow.

Have you ever come to a point where you didn't know what to say to God? Where you avoided going to God because what would you say? Were you overwhelmed with where your life was, and was resentful? Were you at a point of, "why me?" Did you feel like you were being punished for some karmic deed so you stopped talking to God?

Those are merely tricks of the enemy's mind within you, they are false narratives, and we have the power to change the narrative.

I had to ask myself, "what do I believe?" "Who do I trust in?" When messengers of God come to you, there is no confusion, and they come truth and love. You can literally feel their best interest for you.

Have you ever stopped talking to God?
Who did you talk to?
Did things get better for you?
Could you see clearly your way through?
Did you remember that you are God as God is you?
​God loves to talk to you.
RGJ

Thanks for connecting with me!

Infinite love to you,
May you know the peace within you,

​Raquel
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