Ambrose Speaks

When the Planet of Healing is discovered in the Sky
the Sacred Warrior teachings will return to Earth.

Native American Prophecy

When I started to write Ambrose Speaks, like any good author, I had a plan in mind. It was a good plan, it might have been mildly interesting to a certain audience. I might even have sold some books.

The only problem with my plan, was that it was not what Ambrose had in mind. The confirmation of a gentle psychic opened the way to set in motion these channelings. It paved the way for me to finally give in to the calling and to stop resisting the flow of energy that wanted to drift through my consciousness.

The Calling

Oh dire-ma we-he

I call you, can you hear me?
At the street corner

where the leaves twirl around
dust and debris

where your feet just left
clicking down the road

Ka-sha-ne ma garesh

My heart burns with yours
A reflection in the window

between your eyes and mine
the shadow that you almost saw

Ke-are-ma neh-li

I am in the rhythm of your walk
outside the boundaries
of the pavement

on the grass where you dare to skip

Oh dire-ma we-na

I call you, do you hear me?

“You are a truth seeker,” the psychic told me. I found that strangely bizarre, because my life had been strewn with lies and deceit, starting with all the things not spoken about in my family, and ending with me keeping the patterns in place.

Maybe that was what I needed to know, namely the truth that is often reflected in lies. Picasso wrote: “We all know that art is not truth, art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.”

Tell it like it is. Without frills or inventions, and without the drapery of good intentions.

“Tell what?” I asked Ambrose. “What is it that you would like me to write?”

“The truth of what you feel.” He answered.