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The Love Frequency

The Love Frequency

With Valentine’s Day just around the corner many people have love on their mind. Love is not necessarily romantic, but it is instilled within us and something we cannot live without.

People claim to not need love; they hide it away, lock it within themselves and throw away the key.

They pretend that it does not exist and that it is unimportant.

Many people experience it, and lose it only to pretend that it was never there and not really that important to begin with anyway.

It has the power to uplift and destroy.

Sometimes it creeps in like a flood, and other times it hits like an earthquake.

Often times it erupts like a volcano, over running everything within its radius.

It can hit to the core of your being and make your whole life illuminate with a radiance that is both indescribable and unexplainable.

What is really funny about Love is that, it is uncontrollable.

To know Love is a little taste of heaven on earth. Love never decreases in measure, it only increases. Love never dies; it only lives on in the depths of your being.

Spread a little love today and watch the world change around you!!!

“Love is patient, love is kind… It always protects, always trusts, Always shares, always perseveres. Love never fails.” ~I Corinthians 13:4

To learn more about the different types of love Click Here.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

CherokeeBillie.com

What Happens When We Pray?

What Happens When We Pray?-Click Picture For Article
I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, ‘This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received.

I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world

Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, “This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.” I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. “This is the Acknowledgment Section, my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed.” How is it that there is no work going on here? ‘I asked.

“So sad,” the angel sighed. “After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments”

“How does one acknowledge God’s blessings?” I asked.

“Simple,” the angel answered. Just say, “Thank you, God.”

“What blessings should they acknowledge?” I asked.

“If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the worlds wealthy.

And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness. You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.

If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation … You are ahead of 700 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world.

If your parents are still alive and still married …you are very rare.

If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm; you’re unique to all those in doubt and despair…….”

“Ok, what now? How can I start?”

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you care to, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are

ATTN: Acknowledge Dept.
“Thank you Great Creator, for giving me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people with whom to share it.”

If you have read this far, and are thankful for all that you have been blessed with, how can you not send it on ??? I thank God/The Creator For everything, especially all my friends.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie
CherokeeBillie.com

Happy Mothers Day Wishes May 11, 2014

Happy Mothers Day Wishes May 11, 2014-Click Picture For Article
Wishing ALL the beautiful.. hardworking.. dedicated.. sexy.. generous and loving moms (and grandmas) living and in spirit a fabulous Mother’s Day! Also, to would be mothers who are enjoying the life that grows within them. For all of the mothers of fur, feathered, fin, and reptile babies’ thank you for taking care of these wonderful creatures.

My mother is in spirit and I look forward to the time that we’re reunited. Thank you for everything you gave me Mama.

I am grateful for my fur babies, Isis and Tigre. They bring me so much happiness with their sweet spirits.

I was thinking of the ladies that never had children and have wanted to. There is a wonderful chapter in the Bible that speaks about women who never had children and how they will have more children because of their spiritual work. This has always been very comforting to me as I never had children.

Isaiah 54:1-5 “Sing, O barren, you that did not bear; break forth into singing, and cry aloud, you that did not travail with child: for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, said the LORD.

Enlarge the place of your tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of your habitations: spare not, lengthen your cords, and strengthen your stakes;

For you shall break forth on the right hand and on the left; and your seed shall inherit the Gentiles, and make the desolate cities to be inhabited.

Fear not; for you shall not be ashamed: neither be you confounded; for you shall not be put to shame: for you shall forget the shame of your youth, and shall not remember the reproach of your widowhood any more.

For your Maker is your husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and your Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.”

In my life I have found this passage to be very true. Never feel that you are alone, remember that so many people out there need what you have to offer. Never underestimate you. Use your gifts and you’ll be amazed at how many spiritual children you will have.

For all of You Mothers may your day be blessed with love, beauty, and compassion. Never forget how special you are!

Many blessings to all Mothers,
Cherokee Billie
CherokeeBillie.com

I Leave You With This Beautiful Story About Mothers.

A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”

“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”

The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”

God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”

Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”

God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”
“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”

God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”

“Who will protect me?”

God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.”

“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”

God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”

“You will simply call her, ‘Mom.”

Happy Mother’s Day, May 12, 2013

mothers-day
I send out best wishes to all mothers living and in spirit. Also, to would be mothers who are enjoying the life that grows within them. For all of the mothers of fur, feathered, fin, and reptile babies’ thank you for taking care of these wonderful creatures.

My mother is in spirit and I look forward to the time that we’re reunited. Thank you for everything you gave me Mama.

I am grateful for my fur babies, Isis and Tigre. They bring me so much happiness with their sweet spirits.

I was thinking of the ladies that never had children and have wanted to. There is a wonderful chapter in the Bible that speaks about women who never had children and how they will have more children because of their spiritual work. This has always been very comforting to me as I never had children.

Isaiah 54:1-5 Sing, O barren, you that did not bear; break forth into singing, and cry aloud, you that did not travail with child: for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, said the LORD.

Enlarge the place of your tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of your habitations: spare not, lengthen your cords, and strengthen your stakes;

For you shall break forth on the right hand and on the left; and your seed shall inherit the Gentiles, and make the desolate cities to be inhabited.

Fear not; for you shall not be ashamed: neither be you confounded; for you shall not be put to shame: for you shall forget the shame of your youth, and shall not remember the reproach of your widowhood any more.

For your Maker is your husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and your Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.

In my life I have found this passage to be very true. Never feel that you are alone, remember that so many people out there need what you have to offer. Never underestimate you. Use your gifts and you’ll be amazed at how many spiritual children you will have.

I leave you with this beautiful story about mothers.

A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”

“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”

The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”

God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”

Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”

God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”

“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”

God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”

“Who will protect me?”

God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.”

“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”

God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”

“You will simply call her, ‘Mom.”

WHAT HAPPENS IN HEAVEN WHEN WE PRAY?

WHAT HAPPENS IN HEAVEN WHEN WE PRAY?
This is one of the nicest messages I have seen and is so true:

I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels. My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, ‘This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to the Heavenly Father said in prayer are received.

I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world

Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.

The angel then said to me, “This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.” I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.

Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing. “This is the Acknowledgment Section, my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed.” How is it that there is no work going on here? ‘I asked.

“So sad,” the angel sighed. “After people receive the blessings that they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments”

“How does one acknowledge God’s blessings?” I asked.

“Simple,” the angel answered. Just say, “Thank you, Heavenly Father.”

“What blessings should they acknowledge?” I asked.

“If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the worlds wealthy. ”

“And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.”

“If you woke up this morning with more health than illness.. You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day. ”

“If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation … You are ahead of 700 million people in the world.”

“If you can attend a church without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world.”

“If your parents are still alive and still married …you are very rare.”

“If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm; you’re unique to all those in doubt and despair…….”

Ok, what now? How can I start?

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you care to, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are

ATTN: Acknowledge Dept.
“Thank you Heavenly Father, for giving me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people with whom to share it.”

If you have read this far, and are thankful for all that you have been blessed with, how can you not send it on?

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Happy Mother’s Day! May 13, 2012

I send out best wishes to all mothers living and in spirit. Also, to would be mothers who are enjoying the life that grows within them. For all of the mothers of fur, feathered, fin, and reptile babies’ thank you for taking care of these wonderful creatures.

My mother is in spirit and I look forward to the time that we’re reunited. Thank you for everything you gave me Mama.

I am grateful for my fur babies, Isis and Tigre. They bring me so much happiness with their sweet spirits.

I was thinking of the ladies that never had children and have wanted to. There is a wonderful chapter in the Bible that speaks about women who never had children and how they will have more children because of their spiritual work. This has always been very comforting to me as I never had children.

Isaiah 54:1 Sing, O barren, you that did not bear; break forth into singing, and cry aloud, you that did not travail with child: for more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married wife, said the LORD.
Isaiah 54:2 Enlarge the place of your tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of your habitations: spare not, lengthen your cords, and strengthen your stakes;
Isaiah 54:3 For you shall break forth on the right hand and on the left; and your seed shall inherit the Gentiles, and make the desolate cities to be inhabited.
Isaiah 54:4 Fear not; for you shall not be ashamed: neither be you confounded; for you shall not be put to shame: for you shall forget the shame of your youth, and shall not remember the reproach of your widowhood any more.
Isaiah 54:5 For your Maker is your husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and your Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called.

In my life I have found this passage to be very true. Never feel that you are alone, remember that so many people out there need what you have to offer. Never underestimate you.

I leave you with this beautiful story about mothers.

A baby asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”

“Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”

The child further inquired, “But tell me, here in heaven I don’t have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy.”

God said, “Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel’s love and be very happy.”

Again the child asked, “And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don’t know the language?”

God said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”

“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”

God said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”

“Who will protect me?”

God said, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life.”

“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”

God said, “Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you.”

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, “God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”

“You will simply call her, ‘Mom.'”

Davy Jones and the Memories He Brings To Mind.


Davy Jones of the Monkees died February 29, 2012. I was a teenager when the Monkees came on the scene in August 1966, which was the best summer of my life.

I fell in love for the first time in August, 1966 with a young man named Gene. Before the Monkees weekly television program came on the song “Last Train to Clarksville” was released and made a big splash on the music scene. This song had so much meaning for so many because it was the height of the Vietnam War and many were going off and leaving their loved ones behind, which this song beautifully reflected. When the Monkees television program debut in September 1966 I was with Gene and we laughed to their antics and enjoyed the music.

The Monkees songs were melodic, catchy, and many have endured over the years. The first two they released, “Last Train to Clarksville” and “I’m a Believer,” became No. 1 hits. So did “Daydream Believer,” on which Jones sang the lead and which Dolenz told The Associated Press four years ago remains the Monkees’ most requested song at concerts.

I loved all of the Monkees from the beginning, I did not have a crush on any of them, but I loved their comedy and music. Each week Gene and I would watch the program.

After that summer Gene parents and mine did not want us seeing each other because we came from different racial backgrounds. We managed to see each other secretly for quite some time, but eventually our parents won and we were not allowed to see one another anymore.

When I heard the news of Davy Jones passing yesterday I couldn’t help but go back to that wonderful year of my life and experiencing that magical first love with Gene.

I always thought of Davy as a sweet and kind man. He had been acting and singing all of his life and he was a natural entertainer. He was never known as a drug addict or alcoholic. I believe he was blessed to be able to pass into spirit in his sleep.

His death reminds me of how quickly time goes and what a brief moment we have on this planet.

I want to say thank you Davy for all of the joy you brought to so many people in your life, me included. I’m sure that you’re with the rock and roll choir in heaven right now. Blessings to you gentle spirit.

Take the Son


A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, ‘Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.’ The young man held out this package. ‘I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.’

The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. ‘Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It’s a gift.’

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. ‘We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?’

There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, ‘We want to see the famous paintings Skip this one.’

But the auctioneer persisted. ‘Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?’

Another voice angrily. ‘We didn’t come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh’s, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real Bids!’

But still the auctioneer continued. ‘The son! The son! Who’ll take the son?’

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. ‘I’ll give $10 for the painting..’ Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

‘We have $10, who will bid $20?’

‘Give it to him for $10. Let’s see the masters.’

The crowd was becoming angry.. They didn’t want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel. ‘Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!’

A man sitting on the second row shouted, ‘Now let’s get on with the collection!’

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. ‘I’m sorry, the auction is over.’

‘What about the paintings?’

‘I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!’

So you see to each person a possession can hold a different value. Material possessions often have little value except for the sentiments that they hold. What matters most are those things that touch our hearts.

Store not things that rust, but store up for you treasures in Heaven.

Where Does The Soul Go After Death?


By Cherokee Billie.

It will go to wherever your mind pulls it. Remember, your existence is held together by your thoughts.

If you believe that you will either go to heaven or hell; that will be what happens for you.

If you believe that you will be joined with others spirits that will be what happens.

If you believe that you will be in the presence of the Divine Spirit; it will be so.

If you believe you will be greeted by family and friends that will be your experience.

If you believe in nothing, that becomes your reality.

Your thoughts create your experiences after this life, regardless of the dimension, plane, or reality in which your soul exists. After a period of acclimation, you may “wake up” from this experience.

Or, you may be subject to your spiritual leaders who automatically make the decision for you of where you need to go next. Your participation in the creation of your after life depends upon how willing you are to be responsible for your Self.

If you are adventuresome in life, you may want to experience this type of physical death. What may seem painful and traumatic to others may be exactly what you need and want to experience.

Perhaps you choose a dramatic exit to be remembered. Sometimes the quietest individual chooses to make a statement in this way. What could not be said in life is said in death.

Oftentimes those that have lived a life larger than the average person will go very peacefully and quietly into the spirit world.

You have a lot of control about where your soul goes after you die. Think about this and start living your life NOW in the way that will help you get to where you want to go in the Spirit World.

Keep Your Fork!


There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things ‘in order,’ she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

‘There’s one more thing,’ she said excitedly..

‘What’s that?’ came the Pastor’s reply.

‘This is very important,’ the young woman continued. ‘I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.’

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn’t it?’ the young woman asked.

‘Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by the request,’ said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. ‘My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, ‘Keep your fork.’ It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!’

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder ‘What’s with the fork?’ Then I want you to tell them: ‘Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.’

The Pastor’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman’s casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, ‘What’s with the fork?’ And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come.

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