The mythical finish line, Ann Albers, 11 November 2025

Hi All,

Today, the angels talk about giving up our race to the mythical finish line. I'll share my experience at a Dia de los Muertos celebration and how it reminds me of our eternal cycles. Tips for relaxing into the present and giving up the mythical race are included.

Have a blessed & beautiful week :)
♥ Ann

Message from the Angels
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My dear friends, we love you so very much,

There is, upon your earth, a tendency to race toward a mythical finish line. You want to finish your dinner so you can have dessert, complete your work so you can rest, or push yourself to get everything done so you can enjoy your time off. You reward yourselves for your accomplishments and feel guilty or "less than" when you feel you have not achieved what you think you should.

This is not natural to your soul. It is a programmed condition. You are not machines here to complete a program. You are not students being graded and judged by your accomplishments. You are life itself, having an experience in your human forms. You are love expanding. You are creators, ensuring that creation keeps creating.

The finish line is not the date at which you complete an assignment, nor the day when you have saved a certain amount in your bank account. It is not the moment you complete your to-do list, or the time when you finally finish healing an injury. It is not the day when your ex ceases to bother you, or the moment at which you take your final breath. In reality, there is no finish line. Your lives happen now, and in the next moment, and the next. There is no end.

What you consider to be a finish line is always the point at which you begin a new journey. You finish one grade and begin another. You finish your career and begin retirement. You finish a task and dream up a new one. Even at the end of your life, you begin a journey into greater expansion. There is no end.

"Then," you might ask, "what is the point of it all? Where are we going? Why are we here?" We hear your questions and have heard similar ones throughout time immemorial. The point, dear ones, is to exist, to live, and to love. The point is to be who and what you are in a given moment, and to expand that love in whatever way you choose.

Would you ask a rose the purpose of its existence, or would you simply admire it for the authenticity and beauty it brings to the mix of life? Would you say a weed has no reason to exist, or could you realize it too contributes to the balance of the environment—preventing erosion, decomposing to create fertilizer, feeding birds and bees who then propagate and pollinate more life?

Everything and everyone has a place in the great puzzle of existence. It is not what you are doing that matters, but who you are being.

You can be doing the most mundane task with such a happy heart that you elevate it into a transcendent experience. You can look at the sunrise with appreciation and send ripples of love into creation. You can pray for the person you see on television—someone you will never know or meet—and uplift their spirit, even though they will never know who touched their heart. Dear ones, the effect of each and every loving moment ripples into creation, elevating and uplifting the whole. No matter what you do, if you do it with kindness, love, or appreciation, you are contributing to the greater good

There are those you will never know who sit in caves meditating and praying for humanity, whose love is so complete that they have helped prevent world wars. There are single parents who, for the love of their children, work several jobs with a grateful heart. There are those who quietly put out a bowl of food for stray animals. And there are so many of you who consciously and intentionally work to be kind, loving, appreciative souls.

Never underestimate the power of your peaceful and loving presence. Never feel that you are not enough. Never think you do not contribute to the greater good—for with every kind and thoughtful word and deed, your love ripples into the collective consciousness, uplifting, inspiring, and touching hearts you may never meet, but nonetheless touch.

Allow yourselves to experience joy. Allow yourselves to rest. Allow yourselves to take precious pauses to appreciate all that you can. Dear ones, these things are not frivolous or trivial. They are gifts to life itself. You are a gift to life itself. You are part of ongoing creation. You are never "less than," "not good enough," or without purpose.

The purpose of a rose is to bloom, and that is enough. The purpose of your existence is to blossom into greater love, and that is enough.

Being you, whatever that is in a given moment, is enough. In fact, it is a gift. Your hopes, dreams, fears, tears, and even upsets are you—life, love itself—reaching for greater love.

You cannot fail. You do not end. Take a breath. Inhale. Exhale. Feel the Source of life itself moving in you and through you. What next? What appeals? What calls to you in a given moment? Do that when you can.

As a cell trusts the impulses sent by the nervous system, you can trust the impulses sent by the Creator that guide you always and eternally along a path of greater love.

God Bless You! We love you so very much.
-- The Angels

Message from Ann...

Hi Everyone,

Last weekend, I went to a Día de los Muertos celebration. For those who don't know, the "Day of the Dead" is a Hispanic tradition originally meant to welcome the spirits of the deceased back for a brief annual reunion. It has evolved into a celebration of appreciation, remembrance, and acceptance of life's cycles. To me, it feels like a time to embrace the best of what life offers—music, food, festivities, family, and friends—and to celebrate the eternal presence of our loved ones.

Bright orange marigolds strung into fragrant garlands hung from the ceilings and light fixtures. Candles, photos, and flowers create ofrendas (altars) honoring relationships that never truly end. Skeletons are dressed in elaborate attire. Faces are painted like sugar skulls, and "La Catrina"—a skeleton in her elegant Victorian dress—reminds us that life and death are intrinsically intertwined, and beneath all we present to the world, we are the same.

At the celebration, we get our faces painted, then sit in a beautiful courtyard listening to mariachis, flamenco singers, and a trio of classically trained rock violinists whose presence adds an energetic modern spin. Hundreds of people mill about—eating, laughing, talking. Some wear costumes, some walk on stilts, some bring their dogs. We talk to total strangers who become temporary friends.

A group of Chinese girls from Hong Kong sits next to me and motions that they want to sample the red raspberries in my lunch, so I pass them around, and we share a sweet moment of connection—smiling, gesturing, and communicating beyond words. This is real life. This is what matters: connection, creation, love.

Though the day isn't part of my family heritage, I've adopted it as part of my spiritual one, because those in spirit are part of my everyday life. I talk to the people we can't see throughout my day and celebrate the love they pour into our existence, if we are willing to receive it.

Lately, I've been moved to tears by the love I feel from those in spirit pouring through me to their loved ones. Never mind that we're thousands of miles apart and talking on Zoom. Love knows no boundaries. Neither space, time, nor dimensions can separate us.

There are TV and radio signals passing through the walls of our homes all the time, broadcast by stations near and far, some bouncing into space and back before reaching us. We may never notice until we tune in. It's the same with spirit. Their waves of love are broadcast constantly. We just have to tune in and turn on our receivers. As the angels remind us so often: "Sit. Breathe. Receive."

But I digress. This week, the angels talk about how our eternal existence is all about love, and that is purpose enough. The celebration of Día de los Muertos is, in part, an acceptance of the eternal cycles of life and death. Nature understands this changing of seasons. There are times of growth, times of release, and times—like winter—when the growth happens quietly within. Yet in every phase, there's an opportunity to love and to celebrate our being rather than judging ourselves based on our doing.

On my deathbed, I won't be thinking about what an achievement it was to graduate from the University of Notre Dame in the College of Engineering (I did), or how I was given stock options as a 20-something young engineer (which I lost when I quit to follow my heart!). I won't think about the number of people who followed and liked me on social media, or how much money cycled through my bank accounts. 

Instead, I'll think about all of you. I'll think about the sunrises I've witnessed in a chilly autumn forest, the days when the creek went up to my thighs, and the time a mother duck and her babies swam around my legs. I'll remember the little bees in my backyards burying their sweet faces in the tiny lavender blossoms, and their hum on a hot summer's day. I'llremember the fuzz on the tomato plants, and the intoxicating smell of fresh basil growing gladly in the sun.

I'll remember the brave souls I've known who transcended life's pains and challenges and grew into greater love. I'll think about the times when I laughed so hard I thought I'd split a seam, and the times when I rose once again beyond the challenges and the tears. I'll remember so many small moments with family and friends, dinners, calls, celebrations...

I'll think about the love.

Here are a few pointers ot help you savor the present and release the mythical race to the finish line...

1.  Question the "Must-Do" List

There are some things we must do, like paying bills on time or taking care of our health, but a great many things we think we must do are really things we feel we should do.

Do you really have to call someone every week if it feels more like a duty than a joy? Do you truly have to maintain your house or car as often as you think you should? Do you actually need to organize that closet or computer right now?

There will be times you genuinely want to do these things, and that's wonderful. But you can sink into the present far more easily when you know the difference between the actual "must-dos" and the items that can wait until we feel inspired. Save the "shoulds" for when they naturally call to you.

2. Stop Comparing Yourself to Others—or to Some Mythical Standard

We're often so hard on ourselves. We compare our lives to others without knowing the details of their lives. We hold ourselves up to to made-up standards of perfection, or perceptions of where we think we should be by a certain age.

Instead, focus on what makes you feel satisfied and happy. It is enough to do on what feels authentic and fulfilling right now.

3 .Pause to Celebrate Your Victories

When you accomplish one of your goals, and reach a temporary "finish line," take a moment to acknowledge yourself and celebrate. Whether it's starting a new exercise program, making a meal you've never tried before, or checking off your weekend to-do list, let yourself pause and feel the satisfaction of a job well-done, before racing to the next thing. Only then can you move forward with satisfaction and joy, instead of rushing toward the next thing left undone.

As we move from honoring All Souls, All Saints, and Los Muertos into the season of Thanksgiving and Christmas, may we all feel the beauty of life's cycles. May we find joy in each moment. May we remember that this life is a chance to seek, see, and be love time and again, and in that we have purpose, value, and a priceless reason to be proud of who we are.

I'm feeling especially grateful for all of you. And no, I'm not leaving this life anytime soon—I'm just feeling it all deeply these days, with appreciation for so many beings great and small. The world will do what it will. There's pain, chaos, and division. All the more reason to live in love, emanate love, appreciate the little things even when the big things feel uncertain, and know that in doing so, we contribute to the greater good.

Bless you. I love you all,

Ann

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