During the angelic year, we work from spring until the late harvest, after which we enter a time of reflection and rest. Winter is a season that is not meant to be counted; it is a time when the angels encourage everyone to celebrate their achievements and draw closer to their family members. Although I may not have had many lifetimes here on Earth, I remember watching over its progress even before arriving on this planet. I can tell you that history is often inaccurate; it is rewritten frequently to serve particular interests, influencing how people remember events. The mandala effect is real.

This time of year is about giving. It’s about gratitude and giving back for everything that the Lord has blessed you with throughout the year earlier on.

The ancient winter celebrations honored the gods, family, hard work, and generosity, even to the less fortunate. Saturnalia, the ancient Roman equivalent of Christmas, allowed peasants to engage with the wealthy and receive gifts during that season. However, when we look around at the world today, it simply does not reflect the same spirit or charm.

From my perspective, based on the Akashic records and the few lifetimes I’ve had, I believe that the best times for celebrating Christmas were during the 1800s and into the 1950s. They were my favorite. That’s just my opinion, of course. I loved how people dressed up and went ice-skating in their cloaks in the 1800s, lighting candles that created a warm, cozy atmosphere in their homes. Gifts were often handmade, such as crocheted blankets, mittens, or cross-stitched pictures that held special meaning.

In the 1950s, decorations became more elaborate due to electric lighting, but as I reflect on Saturnalia in ancient Rome, I see that there was much debauchery, making me wonder if some of that still occurs today, albeit unnoticed. This behavior isn’t limited to the holidays; it happens daily, with people engaging in infidelity and spending wastefully on unnecessary items. Some parents give so much to their children that they struggle to decide what to give at Christmas because their children already have it all.

I lived in the 1800s and into the 1930s, and after passing away, I was reincarnated into a lifetime that ended in the 1950s. Back then, simple gifts like puzzles, sleds, boots, and coats were sufficient, and we were happy with them. As commercialization began in the 1950s, it brought a sense of allure and glamour. Department stores became filled with decorations that delighted every child.

When I grew up in the 1940s with my sister, we had a wonderful time.

I wonder if any of you recall an article I wrote on my angels’ website about the symbolism of the osprey? It was certainly a hint of my past life when I died in 1959.

I lived in Osprey, Florida, and my little sister was always so excited about Christmas time; it truly was a magical season. I loved taking care of myself and dressing fashionably, even though I didn’t always have a perfect smile.

In most of my lives, I’ve struggled with my smile. But I still knew how to shine in my own way. God blessed me with a beautiful smile later into this current lifetime to make up for it though.

Looking back, I remember that Christmas was already starting to become commercialized, but as kids, we didn’t care. I had a half-brother, but I was closer to my little sister. We grew up together, and I daydreamed with her; sharing that I dreamt of marrying a handsome cowboy who would sweep me off my feet. I never wanted money; I just wanted to be beautiful and live life to the fullest.

I was a beauty though. While people would judge me for my appearance, just as they do in this lifetime, I desired to be glamorous—not for fame or fortune, but to be beautiful and simply to have a family.

In every lifetime, my quest has always been to give the Lords word, awaken others, find love and have children to embrace my nurturing side, to be a teacher and a giver. But love to an angel, is not limited.

In Egypt, and in England both I had been a prophetess to Kings. I was loved by them too, that they kept me by their side. I was never meant to be “kept” though, and their obsessions turned into jealousies that led to delusional ideas leading to my deaths.

Even in the 1800’s, I had served as an oracle for my father who was a wealthy businessman and then I died in my 20’s in an accident. I had loved someone in that life, my father would not let me marry, because my father deemed me so special because of my gifts and knowledge that he saw me as valuable because of my spiritual gifts, that he didn’t want to hand me over to anybody he felt was unworthy. And unfortunately, he felt everyone was unworthy, even though there had been a wonderful suitor who had asked for my hand, who himself had great virtue and wealth.

In most of my lifetimes, I have been born, or died near to, or right after Christmas.

Even the story of my past life, when I died in 1959, never fully came to light. My birthday was in November, so Christmas was always an exciting time for me.

Although I didn’t reveal to others that I was deeply spiritual and often hid my true self from everyone, my husband knew about my connection with God. I would often share my insights with him, discussing what the Lord told me. We would sometimes get into small spats, especially as I tried to encourage him to pursue a better career upon the Lord’s insights. I didn’t reject him for his work; I just knew he was capable of more. The Lord knew it too, and we often sought guidance through our conversations.

I would tell my husband that I felt I wouldn’t live long and that danger was always lurking. He believed me, but he thought we lived in a safe place among people we could trust. I had concerns about one friend who made me uncomfortable at times, but my husband insisted that our dogs would sense if someone was bad, assuring me I could rest easy around him. Yet, my intuition warned me that he might be the one to end my life.

The day he approached the door, I already knew it would be my last. I felt a darkness around the house, a sense of doom in my heart. I hoped it would happen quickly and painlessly, before my family returned, so they wouldn’t have to endure any suffering. Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned. In that lifetime, I should have used my angelic abilities to elevate my family’s circumstances and urge my husband to fulfill his life’s purpose. But I didn’t have the strength I possess now.

I was in my 20s, just starting out in life, and while born awake, things I knew about and could do, weren’t accepted by people back then. No one would have believed me, and the knowledge I had about God extended beyond conventional religion, so I took it to my grave.

Passing on near to Christmas by tragic circumstances in that past life, Christmas time even in this present lifetime, still brings with it flashbacks of a life lived decades before.

I knew I would have bigger missions in the years to come, and I would take on new experiences, eventually becoming a spirit guide to someone else.

A gift that I was spirit guide just before this lifetime, to a girl who loved the holidays too. but she was neglected by her parents and had to celebrate alone. Sometimes I would get into her thoughts and inspire her to dig up a little shrub and put it in a pot for herself in her room and decorate it, since she had no one to celebrate with. Both of her parents were alcoholics, and they were never there for her. I was glad to make Christmastime more beautiful for her, even with small spiritually inspired ideas like the Christmas shrub. Yet that was in the 1970s though, and Christmas decorations surely had changed a lot by then. I thought the style funky.

I watched Christmas unfold through the ages, from ancient times to the present day, and the feeling of life has changed so substantially. Sometimes, just looking back makes me cry. Life changes so much from decade to decade. The energy, the atmosphere, the filter of life, everything changes over time. It’s not just the lighting or technology; I remember with my own eyes how the essence of life has shifted.

This is called shifting, and we are preparing to enter a new phase where consciousness may grow dimmer. This aligns with what is mentioned in the Bible about God withdrawing His light from people, as more disconnect from Him. Even as people rise in the name of the Christian faith, many fail to uphold the teachings, and the true meaning of Christmas extends beyond just Jesus. In my new video, I will delve into this topic further, but remember that Christmas is about cherishing your loved ones and celebrating your achievements. It debuts this week in YouTube.

Back in 1959, I hadn’t lived long enough, but here I am now in this current lifetime at 42 years old, my birthday just a few days after Christmas. In fact, I’ve always died somewhere in my 20s or young, never making it past 35. After witnessing millennia from my experiences in heaven and through the lifetimes I’ve had, I know the true meaning of Christmas is to express gratitude and blessings, to give rather than receive, and to be thankful for all we have.

And if you could remember each lifetime, and all of the people that you had in it like I do, it feels like you’ve lost so much. And to think that most people only have to go through losing the people that they’ve lost in just the one life that they’re living now?

I still remember all of them.

That makes it hard for holiday season because I look back not on just the memories of this present life, but I reminisce about all of them, and the people that I’ve loved and haven’t seen for what seems like forever.

Growing up in the 1940s and 1950s, Christmas was a truly magical time for me, filled with warmth, family gatherings, and cherished traditions. As the holiday season approached, our towns transformed into winter wonderlands, with storefronts adorned with festive decorations.

I remember the beautiful displays in the shop windows, featuring twinkling lights, sparkling ornaments, and life-sized Santa Clauses. Toy stores showcased the latest must-have gifts—wooden trains, dolls dressed in intricate clothing, and colorful building blocks—all designed to capture the imagination of children like me.

The streets were lined with strings of lights, and my family would often take evening strolls to admire the holiday displays. Our home was decorated with handmade ornaments, tinsel, and a fresh pine tree that filled the living room with its delightful scent. We even made our own decorations, stringing popcorn and creating paper garlands, which added a personal touch to our holiday décor.

On Christmas Eve, we gathered for a festive meals, often featuring dishes passed down through generations. I remember hearty feasts, the mashed potatoes, and seasonal vegetables were my favorites. Dinner was followed by delicious homemade pies. After dinner, we would sometimes attend midnight mass, filling the church with hymns and the true spirit of the season. But not my family, so much.

Christmas Day itself was filled with excitement. I would wake early, heart racing with anticipation, eager to rush to the living room to see if Santa had come. Gifts wrapped in colorful paper and tied with ribbons awaited me, creating a scene of pure delight. The joy of unwrapping presents brought laughter and squeals of excitement as my toys were revealed. My beagle would bark at the Christmas tree almost as if he knew when it was time to open presents, and was reminding us in his own excitement.

We spent the day together, playing games, enjoying festive treats, and sharing stories. It was a time for connection, with relatives often visiting and bringing homemade goodies to share. The radio or record player filled the air with holiday music, classic carols, and the soothing sounds of Bing Crosby or Nat King Cole, setting the perfect backdrop for our festivities.

As the day went on, we might’ve taken a stroll outside in the crisp winter air or gather around the fireplace for cozy conversations. It was picturesque.

Looking back, Christmas in my lifetime in the 40s/50s was characterized by a sense of community, simplicity, and heartfelt traditions that created lasting memories I still cherish today.

But even back then, I found something was always wrong with it. As an Angel, I knew what Christams really represented, but I kept it to myself. Santa Claus was made up figure, and the true glory should’ve gone to God.

Even in my past lifetime in ancient times, other people gave the glory to the gods and to the people that they love the work so hard beside them. The celebrations and traditions of Christmas have changed throughout time, as have the faces. And the meaning of Christmas gets lost more and more throughout each generation. 

As time has passed, the world has profited billions from Christmas, turning it into a competition for the most expensive gifts instead of heartfelt ones. Social media platforms like TikTok often promote unnecessary products, and many things are overpriced as people struggle due to inflation. And I can remember a time where money wasn’t even a thing, when it came to holiday giving.

I recall that in ancient times, even giving someone a delicious fruit that was in season, was considered a luxurious gift. Of course they gave one another bands of metals and precious gemstones, silks, and other linens, but Most of the time it was just the idea of enjoying good food with your loved ones that Christmas was all about. Not to mention that it went by so many different names throughout the places that I’ve lived. Watching it from heaven and living it throughout my lifetime on earth, had a totally different feeling to it. As an angel, it was nice to watch families come together in the winter to keep one another warm and survive. But to live it, it just felt like more time lost as years went by, and more people lost along with it.

As an angel, we watched and saw the cheer and the love, which was something we all would revel in from above. But coming to earth, it felt very different. It was exciting and had the same emotional appeal, but there were always individuals that just seem to be looking at Christmas from the wrong point of view. Whether Christmas time or Saturnalia, some just wanted what they could get from others. There was always a sense of pride and greed lurking somewhere, within someone behind it. It wasn’t as innocent as we saw from heaven.

And yet again, in this current life, I was born December 28th close to Christmas. I say; forget what modern times have changed the holidays into. I’m a modest person who chooses to live that way because heaven created me that way as a heavenly veiling. I don’t care for myself.

This year, I’ve asked anyone who wants to give me a gift, to instead donate to a family in need. I have everything I truly need. I can reflect on the past, travel out of body, visit heaven, and connect with the divine. I communicate with the Lord and angels daily, possess unparalleled wisdom, and cherish a few meaningful relationships rather than surrounding myself with superficial people.

I love people, and I often find that I connect with others easily due to my bubbly and accepting personality. Love is the greatest gift. Even when I struggle living in earth in other ways. Giving love makes it all worth it.

I recognize that many people struggle to love unconditionally and may turn against you without reason. For those feeling lonely this Christmas, remember that you may not have many people around, but you have exactly who you need. Perhaps God arranged it this way so you could find fulfillment in what is real rather than being surrounded by those who do not genuinely care.

The holidays have certainly changed over the millennia. From my perspective as an angel looking down on Earth, it saddens me to see how commercialization has overshadowed virtue and righteousness. Many are consumed with endless spending while neglecting other people who are out there suffering in the cold; my heart aches for them every moment.

In this life, I lost people that I’ve loved. My father especially. While I could mourn the loss of my father, I know that someone remarkable has taken his place. Everything happens for a reason, and the Lord has placed a wonderful person in my life who provides strength and support. Just like he has in other lifetime whenever someone that I loved passed on. He never left me totally alone.

I have my kids and a best friend who, despite living far away, is always there for me, along with other friends who check in regularly. I am grateful for the fans whose lives have changed through my work, as well as my wonderful children, whom I cherish.

I love my job and teaching, and I remember my past lives as if they are part of my current memories. It feels like living in multiple times at once, a true gift to be who I am and to have what I have.

Looking at my life, I don’t have a fancy house; it often breaks down, and I struggle financially at times. I’ve encountered unkind people and lost many good ones. I don’t possess diamonds or expensive clothing, but I have virtue and humility. These are the things I celebrate every holiday season, as I do each year.

Growing up in this present lifetime, our family didn’t have many Christmas traditions. My aunt, a Jehovah’s Witness, was really the only connection we had to extended family, aside from my father’s side, which my mother didn’t engage with much. Our holiday celebrations were modest; we had a fake Christmas tree, and while my father did everything he could to provide for us during the season, it wasn’t much. Still, it was something to look forward to each year.

We didn’t decorate with Christmas lights or adorn our home with festive knickknacks, nor did we have elaborate feasts—my mom wasn’t much of a cook. But despite the simplicity, both my parents did their best to create a sense of joy during the holidays.

Now, as I reflect on those memories and the traditions I’ve observed over time—whether from heaven before earth life, in this life or in past ones—I’ve come to understand what the holidays truly mean.

Even if we’re alone, just the three of us with no other family nearby, the essence of celebrating the winter season lies in being with your loved ones and enjoying every minute together. It’s essential to prioritize connection over commercialism and to focus on love instead of money.

I give my children tokens of my love throughout the year, but during the holidays, I take this special day to celebrate them. They are the most meaningful parts of my life, and I want them to feel that warmth and appreciation. It’s not just about the gifts; it’s about the time we spend together, creating memories that will last a lifetime. This year, I’m determined to make our traditions meaningful, enriching their understanding of what the holidays can truly represent.

I hope to inspire others to embrace the same mindset. Consider how much the world has changed, even if you can’t remember your past lives or look back on history. Life seems to be worsening daily, and many are blissfully ignorant of it. Be thankful for what you have; don’t worry about affording this or that for the holidays. Instead, be charitable and give meaningful gifts from the heart.

The most important gift to cherish is that you have God and all He has placed around you, no matter what that may be.

Sending you all love!

Donate this year to a family in need; my daughter, her boyfriend‘s mother and I have already completed a toy drive for families who were less fortunate at the local high school, back in November. I am asking anyone who had it in mind to send me a gift or card this year, not to, and to send anywhere from one dollar thru five dollars, to a family in need from one of these charities featured on the website that I’m adding here. Even though I have great needs this time of year myself, nothing would mean more to me than to know that I inspired others to give to those that were even more thus fortunate. We could all come together and make a difference, even if small. You can chose a charity of your liking; here.

I would appreciate that with all of my heart. This is the time and season forgiving.

It’s amazing to remember all of these lifetimes on earth, but it does bring sadness with it too. There are many people loved and lost along the way, but it doesn’t have to be sad. What a gift it’s been to know them all, and what a beautiful gift it is to be able to remember them. Life has changed so much in time. Time itself is precious. Appreciate your loved ones, God, and the ability you have to help other people.

If you want your Akasha records read to know what your past lifetimes are in order to wake up and remember some of them, please visit my website Alura’s .

I don’t do many of them a year and so slots are closing after the holidays. Nonetheless, I hope that you enjoyed reading this, and that you can see what the true meaning of the holiday season is, it’s what you’ve built, and what you have beside you, that the Lord has given you, especially the people.