What are Sacred Kisses?

For many years, I’ve had a quiet, personal practice of writing to God. Or, perhaps a more accurate way to describe it, a practice of God writing to me.

How I believe in God is amorphous. I truly have no idea what God is. 

Does anybody? 

What I do know is that there is an intelligence available to us that is far greater than the one we access in our day to day living. This intelligence understands the big picture; the mountain view of life. It feels like a thread of wisdom, love and understanding that is always right there to tap into. 

We just have to ask. 

I have so many names for this intelligence. Higher Self. Sacred Self. Soul. Spirit. Angels. ET. Mom. Masters. Teachers. Beings of Light. God.

The name doesn’t matter. 

To me, they are all one voice. And it is to that voice that I call to. When I’m confused. When I am hurting. When I’m grabbing at life to try and make it do what I want. When things are going well and I think I have it all figured out. 

I call out to this voice almost daily. And it responds. Pen in hand, I write the words that show up in my mind. I don’t question the words. I don’t change them. Like an ancient scribe, I listen and I document. The voice I hear is not outside of me. It is inside of me. The voice is mine, also beyond “mine”. 

What comes through are like kisses. They are often short and to the point; nuggets of wisdom and love that orient my awareness in the direction of the highest point of view. 

They are messages to me about my life, because, in essence, I’m asking about my life. I’m asking for guidance and insight. I’m asking what God wants me to know. I’m asking to be shown what I do not see.

My struggles aren’t unique. They are human. Struggles of loss and grief. Struggles of addiction and sobriety. Struggles of self-worth and over achieving. Struggles of striving and pushing and controlling. The struggles of needing a purpose to feel loved and seen.

The struggle of trying to make sense of ourselves in this messy world.

My struggles are your struggles. These kisses are for you, as well. 

For all of us. 

My prayer is that these kisses that have soothed and oriented me in turbulent times can do the same for you. 

Receive what resonates for you. Leave what doesn’t. 

You are the Master of you, always.

Alyssa Snow