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ABOUT ANRITA MELCHIZEDEK

New Earth Guide, Galactic Ambassador, Priestess, Healer, Energy transmitter, Intuitive Apothecarist, Starseed, Light Weaver, Life Coach, Designer, Visionary, Wayshower, Catalyst, Empath, Host, Soul Reader and Mother.

As an Ascension Guide, Anrita works with the many Illumined Beings of Light from On High, the Galactic Councils and New Earth Crystalline Templates. She draws upon the Light codes of Highest Potentiality within the New Earth Templates in the form of sacred geometry, sound, color, and vibration, and transmits and shares these frequency codes through her Light work. Her primary gift is assisting the Light Tribe to weave their codes of potentiality and Soul expansion into their greatest expression of Service in Love through reading the collective blueprints of the I Am Avatar Consciousness, the Beloved I Am Presence of all awakened Souls.

Anrita has almost 30 years of full-time service within the Spiritual arena. She has created hundreds of ascension programs, masterclasses and eBooks over the years, presented numerous telewebinars, workshops and courses, traveled extensively and has been both a summit host as well as presenter on many popular spiritual shows.

She further has a passion for creating natural household and healing products, notably light encoded essential oils, sprays and essences.

Her deepest desire is to assist all awakening and awakened Souls to share their amazing gifts with a wider audience, and to deepen into the next level of their Soul’s blossoming, magnificence and Light.

Her greatest joy is to be of service to the Light Tribe.

They Are Coming Home

Anrita’s Story They Are Coming Home first appeared in From Chaos to Clarity by  Patricia Cagganello and Kathleen O’Keefe Donovan

The timeless, eternal NOW moment, where all is love. For truly, love is all there is. I was completely alone, save for my fifteen-month-old, teething toddler in the next room. I didn’t feel quite prepared for this birth but wanted to honor the natural rhythm of my body. The contractions grew stronger and more uncomfortable. Lying in the bath, I breathed deeply and counted the seconds between contractions, hoping these were Braxton Hicks contractions—practice contractions to remind my body of the imminent birth. But then the pain intensified. I was in labor—alone, and two weeks earlier than anticipated. This was my second birth, and I attuned naturally to the rhythm of my body while focusing on the beautiful soul choosing to have me as its mother in this lifetime. This baby’s energy had been felt powerfully three to four months previously, appearing in my meditation. I remembered the delight of merging with this celestial soul—the familiarity and deep sense of love. I hoped this soul would have less karma to unravel in clearing and dissolving lower timelines. The vision of our lifetimes together—as lovers and friends, priests and priestesses, healers and monks—played like a movie screen on fast-forward with no sound.

When I thought of my husband, my breathing changed. I was glad he was not here.

Ours had been the complicated, karmic relationship of the narcissist and empath. Finally, tired of the victim/persecutor consciousness roles we had chosen, with the accompanying fighting, shouting, and abuse, I’d decided on divorce, but knew it was not yet the right time. I had recently returned to Cape Town, after a year in Lisbon with my husband, to have a home birth. At the time, home births were not available in Portugal. My husband had given me six months to return. I knew I would never return as his wife. The cries of my fifteen-month-old teething toddler brought my attention back to this moment and the realization that there were no adults in the house to help me give birth. My child’s back teeth were coming in, and he was running a fever. When his crying escalated, I quickly got out of the bath and put on my dressing gown. I needed to pick up my toddler, to apply more teething gel on his sore gums and again take his temperature. It was still rather high. I gave him paracetamol syrup for the pain and fever and hoped he would go back to sleep. I walked around with my toddler on my right hip, trying to continue my deep breathing and call the midwife who had delivered my first child. I’d been in labor seventy-two hours with him before my home water birth and cringed at the thought of going through that again! My call went to voicemail. It was around ten p.m. on a windy night in Cape Town, South Africa, where blustery weather conditions often weakened the mobile phone signals. My calls were not going through.

The midwife was staying in a remote area with bad cell phone reception.

After sending a text message, I prepared to give birth alone. Candles and gentle background music created a calm atmosphere as I rocked my toddler. The contractions shot a brief, sharp spasm of pain through my lower abdomen and back. I had not seen a gynecologist in Portugal. Being comfortable with my body had convinced me I didn’t need medical intervention. Now my deep breathing lulled me into a deep, trance-like state. If the midwife did not arrive in time, I would be fine. My phone started to ring at about three a.m. The midwife was on her way. By then, I had been in labor for five and a half hours. Fighting against the wild wind as my contractions increased, I hurried to open the wooden side gate for the midwife, who arrived thirty minutes later. I put the kettle on for us, and then she checked my cervical dilation. I had hoped for another home water birth, but the midwife told me the baby would be born soon. It was too late for a water birth. I settled on a horseshoe-shaped, wooden birth seat that would allow me to comfortably squat and give birth.

My water broke and I vomited twice. This baby was about to arrive.

Squatting, I lifted my gown to my waist and vocalized in deep, primordial groans as the baby’s head peeked out from my vagina. With another deep push and groan, out came a beautiful baby boy. After the midwife cut the umbilical cord and wiped him down, I took him in my arms and helped his mouth find one of my breasts. He started to suck, gently at first, and then with a more confident latch. The love in the room was palpable. This is truly heaven on Earth, I thought, smiling broadly at the midwife. I loved being a mother, although being on my own was hard work with a toddler and my own consulting work. My husband arrived two weeks after the birth and stayed for two weeks before returning to Portugal. He knew I was not ready to return to Portugal, and we arranged for him to spend a couple of weeks in South Africa every four months. We would not be staying together permanently. Even our short time together, along with our daily Skype sessions, created a great deal of inner torment. Our relationship worsened. A couple of months after my baby’s first birthday, I asked for a divorce. He surprised me by being amicable to the idea of divorce. Since we had been married in South Africa, he returned to the Sheriff’s Court and signed the divorce papers so I could complete the proceedings through the High Court. Waiting for the High Court in Cape Town, I reflected on the past four years, and how he had changed shortly after we married.

He had become jealous, possessive, controlling, and judgmental.

Portugal had been a lonely time for me, as he had often left me in the house while he went out on his own. His name-calling, shouting, and shaming created a chaotic and miserable environment. But now there was a light at the end of the tunnel. At three and five years old, my boys had unique and amazing personalities. My oldest loved to dance and I would often dance with them around the house, with my baby swinging from my hip and my older son dancing by my side or balanced on my other hip. I moved into a new rental, but the relationship with my ex-husband changed very little. Knowing it was important for the children to have their father in their lives, I stepped back from our disagreements as much as possible. Finally, I no longer wanted him staying in my house when he came to visit. The disharmony when we were together affected the children, too. And, he started to bring his girlfriend, later to become his third wife, along on visits. I found the courage to tell them to find their own holiday accommodation and to take the children with them for the weeks they were in Cape Town. This made him angry. But I hadn’t realized how much he resented or perhaps even hated me. They came out again in August 2012 to take the boys for a ten-day holiday. As I packed their bags, we all felt the excitement. My children would have a holiday with their dad, and I’d have some time for myself. Waving goodbye left me feeling slightly anxious, but I wasn’t sure why. We had agreed I would call daily and for the first few days, all seemed well.

Five days later, I was not able to reach them.

My ex-husband’s home phone had been turned off, and so had his international mobile. I continued to call with growing panic, afraid there had been an accident. The next day, I reported my concern to the police. Two days later, my ex sent me a text message saying he had taken the boys to Portugal. He had organized Portuguese passports at the consulate in Cape Town, and with his girlfriend, had passed through international customs. Seven months prior, he had stopped paying monthly child support and had presented me instead with an agreement for financial assistance. This would help him receive financial aid from the Portuguese government. I had not realized he would use this to claim I neither cared for the children nor was able to provide any income to support them. He also had opened a case with the Family Court in Portugal prior to coming to South Africa stating I was an unfit mother. He claimed I was a drug addict and alcoholic who had sexually abused the children, locked them up, and beaten them.

He had abducted my children.

How could this have happened? It felt like the plot of someone else’s movie. My babies were gone. Although I called daily, almost a year passed before I spoke to the boys on the telephone. I felt the angels telling me to trust in the process and reassuring me that the highest good would prevail. I tried to surrender to this process, but my grief was overwhelming. I researched my options for child abduction cases and was advised to take my complaint to the High Court in South Africa. In December 2012, the High Court in Cape Town ruled the children must be returned to South Africa. I traveled to Portugal with the High Court Order, only to discover the order was not recognized in Portugal. Some months later, the National Central Authorities in Portugal ordered the Family Court to return the children to South Africa—but the Family Court refused, based on their father’s testimony of abuse. They would need written testimony from the South African courts attesting to my character. As my court case took shape in Portugal, I submitted to psychological evaluations, social worker evaluations, court appearances, and legal meetings. My friends in Cape Town provided testimony on my behalf. Almost three years passed. I came to forgive my ex-husband for what he had done to me, but it took much longer to forgive him for what he had done to the boys. The few times I was able to speak on the phone with my eldest son, he had shouted about imaginary abuse, spurred on by his father. Their confusion and sense of abandonment broke my heart into tiny pieces. I knew how they felt; their confusion, their issues of abandonment.

I would never stop fighting for them, no matter how long it took.

Then it happened. I was able to walk in my ex-husband’s shoes through the heart of compassion, to understand his pain: his father’s early death, being sent to boarding school when his mom remarried. His childhood had lacked love. His arrogance stemmed from a sense of inferiority and being unseen and unheard. I recognized that we’d had an agreement, prior to incarnating, to play out the victim-persecutor consciousness roles. The goal was to come to know ourselves as love. Love was revealed in all its facets. I forgave him and released blame. My heart told me the children would soon be coming home to me. Within a week, one of the social workers called to say, “They are coming home. Your children are coming home. The Family Court in Portugal has released the boys into your custody.” “They are coming home,” I repeated. “They are coming home.” I smiled with the wisdom of experience and the stillness of a loving heart. Many lower timelines, karmic timelines, dissolved. Back in South Africa with my boys, I offered a path of reconciliation to my ex-husband with a parental agreement in which he could be a regular part of their lives, but I did not hear back from him.

The highest outcome had prevailed.

What I see clearly now is that I chose this experience, as we all did. I am grateful for being able to pass through the karmic timelines and enter the Portal of Divine Love—the timeless, eternal Now moment, where all is love. For truly, love is all there is.

TESTIMONIALS

Dearest Anrita,

Thank you so very much for your precious support and loving teaching throughout the year. Your cherished words always fill me with such comfort and reassurance, for without these, I would not have had the peace of mind or serenity you always engender me with. May you always shine your magnificent light… With eternal thanks and infinite love and blessings, D

 Dearest Anrita,

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH for the wonderful “gift” you gave me and others in inviting us to share with you the amazing TELEWEBINAR that you did this evening. And MANY THANKS to all the SPIRITUAL BEINGS that were with you ALL THE WAY!! AMAZING!!! You are SUCH A TREASURE and so VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! Once again with  WHOLE LOTTA HEARTFELT LOVE and RESPECT for you my wonderful friend. I LOVE YOU!!! Sherri

Hello Anrita,

In joyous celebration of your glory and greatness i write to thank you for sharing your light with the universe. Your home on the web is one of ecstatic inspiration as you are an impressive individual whose life and work touch the purest depths of ones soul. I found everything to be illuminating and insightful. You have my respect and admiration. By giving of yourself in such an uplifting way you benefit yourself and others. Know that you are a transformational force. Thank you for blessing the universe with the beauty of your true self. I wish you a journey of awakening that serves the highest good. Michael

 

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