Venus & White Cloud channeling

Greetings! I was awake early, early yesterday, speaking to Venus with thoughts of Thanksgiving and what I can offer to you, my friends. How I can be of service? I decided to ask Venus if she would weigh in with a channeled message for you, and she asked me to share the conversation we had. True to how these things always seem to happen, (usually in the wee hours in the dark of morning), I have been in communication since looking at the clock and seeing it was 3:33. I finally got up at 4:44, (numbers meant to shake me out of my internal churning) to write it all down. I just looked up as I am editing this and (pause for effect) it is 5:55… I kid you not!!! As I tried to capture the conversation, a direct channeling occurred in real time. I have done my best to merge the musings from the conversation we had while I was still in bed with the conversation that continued as I typed it in here, at the computer.

(As an aside, for anyone not familiar with my style of channeling, when I am writing a channeled message, I will put it in “quotes and italics so you know the ‘voice’ you are reading is not from me.” If I interject, the italics stop. Anyway, on to the messages received.

…here I sit to share. Without further ado, here’s Venus (and whomever else decides to come through). I add this because during my conversation before I got out of bed and sat down at the computer to write this down for you, I was actually speaking with White Cloud. This came as a HUGE and great surprise to me – as I have been listening to his wisdom through the wonderful Blossom Goodchild for about 5 years now. And even before that, through a dear friend of mine, Angel, (now in Spirit). I met Angel initially as a customer (Friend of the Crystal People) about 15 years ago and our relationship developed into a long-lasting in-person friendship – as close as family. No surprise, Venus connects the dots of the White Cloud connection for me, that it was Angel who formally introduced us (Venus and me) and also who introduced me to White Cloud initially (before Blossom). I feel White Cloud is still here as I write this down for you and suspect he will probably be adding his “two cents” (spoiler alert – he did!)

I hear Venus’ familiar feminine soft and loving voice come in: “Yes (sparkling laughter) Dearest Ones. We send our love, soft and shining, sparkling, true and open. We wish you to know (she changes trajectory) One moment. The thoughts are a-jumble with our dear Genn. We have given her much transmission before she has been able to get this all in writing for you here.” (laughing – sparkling laughter that sounds like wind chimes). “We do apologize to her for entering in what she calls “the wee hours” but we must interject that this is the time when her mind is (long pause) least busy.” (I am shown a box of squirrels, tumbling and wrestling) (more sparkling laughter from Venus and laughter from all).

In explanation: the setting of this internal transmission/conversation was around a campfire at night, and so many loved ones are present. Venus. White Cloud. Guides Skully and Standing Tall. My Sweet Dad. My friend Angel. My art-buddy, Jan. So many, many more people, guides and spirits all gathered around in a huge open grove. Inky darkness in the periphery and sitting around a huge orange-glowing fire. It is lovely). I digress.

Venus continues: “Let us try and recap what we have shared with our dear Genn. Our ‘topic’ of conversation, if you will, was that of thanksgiving and abundance. Of receiving and giving. Receiving and giving of All Things. Of Healing. Of Energy. Of Love. Yes, even monetary abundance. We boil it down to this. Let us share in visual metaphor that which we shared with our dear Genn. When one has something of value, something which they deem worthy of holding, one tends to clasp the hand over it (at this point, the voice changes and Venus has sort of stepped back and the voice/energy of White Cloud has entered. I suspect this is him sharing this bit of wisdom. (He says “Yes. Yes it is.” (more laughter around the fire from all) I hear him come through in the slow, steady cadence of a native American Elder (as I type this in for context for you, he interjects “Elder! Are you calling me old!?” (he recoils in feigned offense) (more laughter from all, especially him) He says “Yes. I suppose I am that, indeed.”

We return to the point where Venus stepped back and White cloud stepped in. The deep, masculine, slow and heavily accented cadence I know as White Cloud continues to share with us all. He says “I continue.” Then he says to me: “settle, squirrel…” (more laughing from all) “Ahem”

“One holds this… thing… which they deem as worthy or dear, in their hand. They see it there and close the fist over it. They hold it tight. We showed Genn a hand, full of sand, as best metaphor for what we convey. This handful of sand is dear and one wishes it to remain. The fist is closed over it. What if, instead, one considers OPENING the hand. Pouring the sand. Pouring it onto another (what we are calling ‘sand’ may be love, caring, money, whatever you wish, it matters not in this scenario).

“If the hand pours out this thing of value, it leaves the hand OPEN to receive from the other hands that are also pouring out their sand. As an example, we used the man who lives in the house next to our Genn. Every day when they (Genn and her lovely spouse) drive out of their driveway, this man is sitting on his porch. They smile. They wave. They acknowledge. This man does not reciprocate. He sits, as a stone, and does not offer back the gift they are bestowing of the smile, the gesture, the acknowledgement. He sits. He stares. Over time, they have stopped offering this (pause) sand, if you will. They shut their fist over it. They say “he is not offering it back. We won’t give him any more.” They speak (with respect to our dear Genn here, this may feel like admonishment but it is not meant to be) they speak unkind thoughts. They think: There sits this man. He never smiles back. He never waves. Genn decides she will pretend to be looking into the scenery across the road instead of acknowledging him. Avoidance.

“We suggest that instead, continue in sharing the smile. The wave, the neighborly care. We showed her a cup full of water. This water, again, can represent love, or anything. We will use love in this instance. We suggest she pour this water from her cup onto the ‘cranky man on the porch’. (Again, the cadence of White Cloud is slow and deliberate. Deep and sonorous) As the water is poured from her cup, it comes back in – maybe from other sources. It is Law. You have heard the saying “nature abhors a vacuum” and “that unto itself will fill” (or something such as this, I may be getting my sayings jumbled but you understand that which I mean.” (I am shown osmosis or a leveling of differing water levels and White Cloud interjects) “a seeking of balance. The ‘cranky man on the porch’ may have a cup which is dry. Empty. It may take a lot of water pouring to fill his cup enough to cause it to then overflow back onto you. Keep pouring, my friends. Keep pouring.

“We talked to Genn about how right now, the world is set up to cause you to close the fist. To stop pouring the love. It encourages one to ‘grasp that which you hold dear close to the chest and not to offer it to those who you think oppose your viewpoints’. But we are here to remind that all are one. All. Are. One. (long pause) Pour the water. Open the hand. ALLOW THE FLOW. It must (and can only) begin with you.

“We are here to heal this great world. As Lightworkers, this is your scared task. To shine your light and offer your love to those which need it. As you pour your love from the cup in your hand, the person next to you is pouring their love into your cup and so on, and so on.”

Venus comes back in shining… beaming. She reminds me of how we opened this conversation lying in bed chatting that sparked me getting up to write it down for you. She reminds me of the conversation and some work we did together, and I share this with you now.

During our conversation, Venus and I connected to all the crystals we have sent out over these years. Decades. Thousands and thousands. Venus and I together connected with these many Crystal Souls, grid-style… Touched each one. Lit them up. Activated. She asks me to share this special message with you specifically: “Please know that the crystals that are living with you are asking to be acknowledged. Turning on a switch, if you will… connecting in a great grid or net of love and connection, caring and understanding.”

Venus continues with emphasis “It is time. It is time. Open and let flow. Those things which you have been wanting to receive” (I am shown some high-priced tools we need to buy for the business but have been “putting off until money comes in”). She continues “First give. Have you been wishing for love from a certain person? First give. Like the ‘cranky man on the porch’. Give to him. WITHOUT the expectation of receiving back from him. You may not! But, because it is Law, you WILL receive. It may not be from him, but you WILL receive. Open that hand. Let flow the bounty which you have had the hand closed over. The pouring in will happen.” Venus fades to the back and White Cloud steps up to the fore. I experience this like Venus’s sparkling feminine voice fading and being replaced with a deeper, slower, more measured masculine tone.

“We offer you these thoughts in this time which you term Thanksgiving. We would suggest that the Spirit of this “holiday” be used as reminder in EVERY day to be grateful and thankful for that which you DO have. That which the Universe and Creator has bestowed upon you. The precious opportunity to Serve Your Fellow ManKind (and WomanKind and AnimalKind and Plant Kind)” (Venus chimes in “and MineralKind” (more sparkling laughter from her and all around the fire).

Genn here again. There is so much to share. It has been hard to convey in writing for you, because we actually had this conversation sitting around this magical campfire, so many guides and loved-ones present. Too many to count. This sharing with you here in this message (though long) is only a tiny bit of what was shared with me. I just couldn’t get it all onto paper for you as solidly as I would like. I’ve done the best I can to convey the pictures and sounds and feelings. This is the best I can do for now.

Resetting the now-current scene: Venus, White Cloud and all my other Guides and loved-ones are all sitting around this glowing fire, and they are now waving to you. Sending love and the best of good wishes always. I secretly wished for Dad to step up and speak, offer his words, but he is simply there, sitting in the warm glow, quiet but solid as ever, shining. Happy and sending love to us. On a purely personal note, I cry here at the depth of the feeling he is sending. I suppose this is his way of sending love and touching the family I know is reading this (to family: please know he sends these wishes and his deepest love straight into your heart space).

I ask Venus for a final word about thanksgiving as this was the meaning for this channeling as my gift of thanks to you.

Venus again: “We hope to convey to you our deepest gratitude, thanksgiving and… LOVE. We do so appreciate the opportunity to work with you and must give our gratitude and thanks to our dear Genn (she is blushing and ‘shooing’ us away, saying this is inappropriate and not what she asked for.) However, we must acknowledge the work and effort. The appreciation we have had over these many years in your Earth time (as to us, it is but a mere millisecond) we so appreciate every soul reading this message. We link in a huge all-enveloping grid. A Web. Of LOVE. Crystalline sparkling energy. Allow the linking. Allow the FLOW. Speak with your Crystal Friends. It matters not if they are ‘packed away’ in boxes or hidden on shelves. Link to them energetically. Say hello. Tell them you understand now, that it is time. We (the Crystal People) are ready. They know. We know. We are ready. We have ever been ready! But we need YOU to open that connection between you and they. It is part of the pouring the water out of the cup.

“We showed our dear Genn how in the buying of these things which she desires (which she has been putting off, dragging her feet, because of the hand being closed over the sand in the fist for fear of no more sand coming in), to let go of the sand. To buy the things. That buying will bless the person from whom she is buying. That person then has more sand available to buy the thing that they are wanting to buy (and so on and so on and so on).

Again, Venus’ feminine tone has been overlaid in the previous paragraph with hints of White Cloud’s sonorous cadence and he continues, fully present now “The FLOW is what is important. We are here to remind you of the FLOW. To open the hand. To let flow. Not to listen to the news or the talking heads who are encouraging you to be tight and constricted and in lack. There is plenty. We speak not only of money in this instance. Money is but energy, just as is Love. It is nothing but energy. Let flow the money. Let flow the love. Let flow the good thoughts and warm wishes toward everyone. And most especially to the ‘cranky neighbor on the porch’. See those who do not return the (fill in the blank) as the ones who need it most. Those who’s cup may be dry or even have a hole in it.

“Keep pouring my friend. Keep pouring. The cup will fill, eventually. As you pour your cup, it falls into the next and the next and the next. As Genn pours to the man on the porch and to the troubled child who lit their lawn on fire” (White Cloud is speaking of a troubled youth who is also next door – and an arson incident we had with him last fall, our lawn ablaze and fire encroaching on the house). “These souls need the love. The care. Even when not reciprocated. As our dear Genn pours out of her cup, those other souls pouring will in turn fill her cup” (I am shown water being poured out of a tilted cup and a stream of water flowing in from a faucet, clean and pure).

“Yes, this is the visual we share.” (White Cloud also shows me the birdfeeder that the squirrels have been wreaking havoc on. He reminds me that the anger and annoyance we have over the squirrels is misplaced. He says: “Are you not sharing seed with hungry souls? Are the squirrels not also hungry souls? And the deer and raccoon? Offer the seed freely to those who are in need. Offer the love. Freely. Genn makes us aware that this has become a very long sharing and, though we could go on and on,” (eyes rolling, laughter, and joviality from all sitting around the campfire in my mind) “we will close for now. We wish you to remember the flow during this time, especially this time. I am not speaking of the time of the holidays of which are so in your face or prevalent in this moment because of the time of the year, but rather, I am speaking of this time of the Great Awakening!

There are interruptions to your good thoughts from all sides… reaching, grasping, encouraging “buy this! sales here!” There is a feeling of discomfort in the asking. There is discomfort in this feeling of grasping because it is coming through the lens of the wider media of encouraging a feeling of fear and of lack and of scarcity. The over-riding message is that of fear. Genn asks us why is there so much heaviness coming through in this year in particular over this holiday-time buying. We explain this is why the discomfort arises so strongly during this year in particular. The message transferred by all the ‘platforms’ is Fear. Fear that you do not have the thing or fear that someone else will have the thing and you will not. Fear that “there is only so much money to be spent so spend it here!!” We advise thusly: Buy the thing if you want the thing. Or do not buy the thing. Whatever you decide, do not base your decision to do so (or not to do so) out of fear (either fear of not having the thing, or fear of not replacing the water in the cup if the water is “spent” on the thing).

“Genn says we are muddying the water, and we agree, but it is because we are speaking in metaphor. Not of one thing but of ALL things. Give the love. Offer the forgiveness. Share the thankfulness in your heart for all that you do have because there are those who sit on the porch with a scowl, elbows on knees, following you with their eyes but not with their heart. Remember the empty cups and fill those first. Your cup will fill in natural order. Trust this. It is Law.”

As we close, Venus enters again: “Remember to reach out to us. We are ready to activate the grid. We have been ready ever and always, but now is the time for a reminder to YOU my Dear Friends of the Crystal People. We love you beyond any measurement available to humankind. The love we offer and share is beyond your wildest reckoning. Please tap into even the smallest amount of this love and know we are here, ever pouring our cup of love over you. We wish you the greatest and best of all things. We close for now with the warmest of what you experience as hugs and embraces. We continue our reveille around the fire and invite you to join us at any time. We are here and we share our love.” White Cloud echoes “Aho”.

I wasn’t sure if I translated Venus correctly with the word “reveille”. I thought maybe she meant “revelry”. She had me look up both words as she says she meant them BOTH. This is what I found:

REVELRY: “refers to joyous, lively, and often communal celebration or merrymaking that takes place near a fire or bonfire. The setting of the fire adds specific cultural, emotional, and symbolic dimensions to the general meaning of “revelry.”

REVEILLE: “The specific performance ‘around the fire’ emphasizes a communal, outdoor setting, where a bugle call might echo through the woods, or a camp leader might simply shout the word “Reveille!” to ensure everyone is awake”

I send you love and my eternal thanks.