A New Name

Greetings on this last day of March!


Everything, literally everything in March, moved, somehow, somewhere.  I am taking a deep breath to absorb it all and move with as much grace as I can muster.  I find myself turning in so many directions to insure I am supportive, prayerfully present, for those who might need attention.  And always aware, always standing in consideration of personal needs as well, breathing.


One change has been gathering momentum over some time as I reflect on it now, but when one of my most respected guides comes to tell me, "Now is the time," well, I listen.  Archangel Michael came on Thursday as I was driving - a favorite meditation time for me.  He said, "It is time to change your name."


I've known for some time that my identity is linked to the Elohim, and that the name, PhylEl, is my "God name."  Now my God name has become Phyl-El, and I know it has to do with my soul's origins with one of the original 12 tribes, the tribe of Israel.  I've long had a fascination with the Hebrew faith, and although I've not in this life had an inclination to become a practicing Jew, still the connections arise and I hold them dear.  They help to explain who I am. 


We all have these connections with our collective, soul history.  We are all influenced by that cellular memory.  Our lovely friend, Barbara, when she visited Africa, found herself meeting a very old man whose eyes, she said, were so wise and so familiar.  He said he knew her, and as she wept with wonder and joy, she knew she'd found a link to her soul's origins.


So many stories have been shared with me over the years, some very intimate that would not be appropriate to share here, but the evidence is irrefutable:  we in these bodies are not original to this Earth life.  And these collective Earth lives are not even the original lives our souls have known.


So here I am, Phyl-El and yet still Phyllis.  I do not expect my friends and family to begin calling me by this name.  I will use it related to the counseling work that I do.  I may be inspired one day to go to court and make it legal.  I will not be surprised if I do that.  For now it is enough that I accept the whole of who I am - at least at this point in life - and say it aloud and write it down here as a testament to the mantle I accept as mine.


A mantle is a physical image and symbol of what I believe to be a covenant we accept for this life; the revelation of our soul purpose, which is largely unknown to many of us, especially in the early years.  As it is revealed, we understand what has driven us, what has inspired us more than any other thing.  It's usually multi-faceted, and when we come upon a facet of it, as I did when I "opened to channel," we know it without any question.  


The death of a dear friend this month is one of my changes.  I'm still adjusting to thinking of this life without such a soul-connected friend.  Breathing takes me from grief to acceptance.  I've been breathing a lot.   I realize that when we lose someone or something we create a void into which something new can birth.  Perhaps losing my friend has made way for me to accept my name.  


Names are inherently, vibrationally who we are.  Changing my name seems cavalier, maybe even a quirky whim.  I realize that in the past I could not have spoken so clearly about changing what is essential to my identity.  Identities change.  We change.  Things outside of ourselves seem to change without our permission.  Our personal will seems secondary to the external changes we encounter.  


This is not true.  We have a Plan.  Our Plan is known as we are born, before we are born.  All things are known, inclusive. Inherent in that Plan is our name and the history of all our names.  Inherent is the design by which we will express our free will to shape the life through which we Become.  As we become we may recall the name that fits the mantle through which we fulfill our life Plan.  The mathematics of that name are aligned with the mathematics that hold this planet in its orbit and the grid(s) that maintain Earth's integrity. 


Our names are chosen by our parents intuitively.  Finding a new name does not contradict that intuition.  "Phyllis" has served me for all my 70 years, reflecting the pattern I needed.  Phyl-El serves me now.


Until next time,
I am Phyl-El