Walk the Path Overgrown

Ann Oswald Laird: My mission is to empower and provide resources for every sentient being and to access the universal energy that flows in vast abundance.




As the isolation calls us to be, a knowingness pervades the consciousness of a time when we were called to prepare over may lifetimes to embrace stillness. Not just stillness of the Self but stillness of a collective consciousness.

It is the breaking down of all societal structures to move more into a unified consciousness.

One planet. One People

Clearing the path so that All can be a unification of One Soul, Oneness, a prophetic monumental Age of Awakening.

The Earth is healing and with her authority we are healing.

Ann Oswald Laird

Big Sur, California


Let’s just say, celebrate the impulse, the heartbeat of consciousness, the place in which all manifestation is born-Light.

Align with, manifest the Highest potentiality-the experience that will/does bring about the Highest opportunity for the advancement of All, all of humanity.

Be still, be present and know- through the power of Light-All is possible.

Welcome in the transcendence- Peace upon the New Earth.

  • Ann Oswald Laird 
  • My Light, my grandson Leo 



I Inspire

I Am inspired to empower and provide resources for every Sentient Being to access the Universal Energy that flows in vast abundance. I believe in the full attainability of Spiritual Ascension that will liberate and connect us back to our true nature. I believe in the empowerment of those called to tap into Universal Consciousness, to be an expression of truth, beauty and to make manifest. Therefore, I inspire you to find within yourself the power of Source, to be one with Source, to be integrated, to be Awakened to the limitless possibilities of our very existence and to be congruent with Cosmic Consciousness.

Ann Oswald Laird

Robert and I enjoying Valley of Fire in Nevada


Raney-Vega copy-1I AM born of the stars, to incarnate here on planet Earth, to move beyond the density and to reclaim that which is and always will be.  I Am just like you, no different. We are of the same traversing this planet awakening with every step, every breath and every encounter. And in doing so, I have come to realize that it is in my Being that I Am most empowered.  It is in the making of physicality that I AM a reflection of Spirit. I Am as You Are Divine. Our form allows us to create, to manifest, to reflect, to channel and to carry within Key Codes for Awakening. As a worker of the Light, Earth is where I Am guided to be.  This is where I AM most empowered. Awakening is not for some of us. Awakening is for All of us.

Ann Oswald Laird

I AM Called

sunset1I Am Called to the Light through meditation, prayer and reflection. Drawing from ancestral traditions, I seek comfort in the stillness. I AM Guided by an inner ache that springs forth wisdom, creativity, and my voice. I AM Drawn to the Light to overcome fear, adversity, and stagnation. It is in the Light that I AM Called to speak, to write, to teach and to Awaken.

Ann Oswald Laird

My friend Liz in Utah


My Spiritual Journey is to be open to the mystersunsety of something far greater than Self and to encounter in Light the essence of Divine Consciousness. I do my best to be open, to be active, to reflect, and to listen. I seek the healing qualities of Light; finding comfort in the stillness, the void, and the realm of Pure Potentiality. It is in the absence of “matter” and chaos I hear the voice of Divine Inspiration. I challenge myself to grow beyond my adversities and to emerge anew ascending to the call of my I AM Presence. I believe that it is in my surrendering to the Light that the true mystery of Oneness is unfolding.

Ann Oswald Laird

My friend Liz in Utah

An Act of Being Pious

I cannot remember when I first knew that I was not alone. Growing up as a middle child of five with my Mom, Dad, Nana and Grandfather there was little time to ever really be alone, but I tried. I would ride my bike, climb trees, or just run around the block as fast as I could, so fast and determined to get to a place where I would be alone.

Don’t misinterpret, I love my family and they love me. It was because of our love for each other that I felt safe and compelled to explore the vast neighborhood before me. The ache within pushed me to be alone, to be silent and to do so with any opportunity that presented itself. More so, I knew as a young person that I was not running from something, but to something.

It was this persistent knowingness from within that called me to be alone.  However, in my youth I soon came to discover that to be alone may sometimes come in relations to being with others.  As always when you are a child there are responsibilities and my favorite one was taking out the garbage. In a funny way it was the chore that I really looked forward to.

 Speaking of funny our dad was my rock, my mentor and my comedian. His ability to take a mundane task and turn it into an afternoon production was his gift.  He never did anything halfway.  It was all or nothing.  You could see this expressed in the way he loved my mom.  The way he talked to her, the way he called her Em, and the way he looked at her. When he looked at her it was always as if he was seeing her for the first time.

So you might be asking, how is this all going to come together? My dad had this funny way of doing the garbage and I do mean “doing.” For him it was a ritual, a project, and more so a family production.  Now mind you this was before recycling.  For him assembling the trash began with tearing the cereal boxes into tiny little pieces, then moved to sorting glass jars from aluminium cans, and ended with folding newspapers with the skill of a paper carrier. And doing it all so he could gently place it all back into one bag.  It was an art and my dad was the artist.

So picture this, it’s Sunday afternoon and my dad is heading toward the kitchen. You begin to hear the kitchen closet squeak as he gently opens the door. The sound ripples throughout our home to cue my family to take their places.  My three brothers bee line to the front door, my sister heads for her bedroom, and my mom picks up the phone to call one of her many friends.  While I stand in the front hallway as if I am a crossing guard making sure everyone safely makes it to their destinations.

The constant background noises of a family of 8 is nearly quiet except for the last slamming of the doors and my mom’s melodramatic whispers, “oh, really, oh no, she did, no way.” It was as if the home itself took a sigh of relief then my dad turns to me and gives a big smile.  I smile back intrigued and fixated, as if we are sharing in on a secret and the secret is that we are alone, just me and my dad, connected and in the moment.

Thomas Merton says it brilliantly, “His presence is present in my own presence. If I Am , then He is. And in knowing that I Am, if I penetrate to the depths of my own existence and my own present reality, the indefinable “am” that is center I pass into the infinite “I AM” which is the very name of the Almighty.” It is in this I AM Presence that my dad and I connect to the infinite, the universe.

For me, my dad was at home in the universe. He was connected to the universe and experienced total universality of all things. He had a personal relationship with his tasks and his experiences. For him taking out the garbage was an opportunity to be fully present, to be a witness. It was as if he was so present to the process that it was here that he was fully connected to his spiritual practice. My dad was mindful to his connection to nature, all creatures, humanity, and the spirit of God. His Sacred Exchange was the reality that our spirit extends beyond our immediate boundaries. Our influence is vast and universal. In some way my dad knew that the act of being present is purposeful. His commitment was a pious act.

Devoted to his task, I watched as my dad began the tearing, shredding, tinkering, sorting, crumbling and smashing as he would then carefully place each piece in its appropriate place. Upon completion he would smile once again and hand me the bag as he would turn and walk away. I would be standing alone holding the bag honored to once again take it out to the curb.


Piety is the bridge between the natural and spiritual world. It is through devotion to nature, family, and community that one seeks and finds solitude. It is in the nurturing and tending to the relationship with our connection to All that we find happiness and contentment.

Philip Boeman Eastburn 1915-1993

Flip and Em heading to Niagara Falls on their honeymoon
Flip and Em heading to Niagara Falls on their honeymoon

A Journey to Motherhood

The greatest hunger for an individual is not satisfied by food, nor is it fulfilled by acquiring money, success or even the love of another person. The greatest hunger for an individual is insatiable and is in direct relation to the presence of something far greater than self. Let’s just say that to engage in the presence of something far greater than self requires only one commandment: Be still.

However, many of us have forgotten how to be still and the reasons are plain to see. Yet to be still is the key that unlocks the hidden dimensions of infinite possibilities. The inability for us to be still is in direct relations to the tension that exists between our loneliness and our solitude. To be still is the bond that transforms us from loneliness to solitude.  It is the bond that quiets the Self, to hear the still voice within and unveils our connection to Source.

Thomas Merton says, “Actually what it comes down to is that I shall certainly have solitude but only by a miracle and not at all by my own contriving. Where? Here or there makes no difference. Somewhere, nowhere, beyond all “where.” Therefore, let’s suggest that through our spiritual practice of stillness we come to know what it means to heal and move through adversity, to reveal our Self in revelation, the mystery of something far greater than self.

Profoundly my road to motherhood was an opportunity to move through adversity and reveal my Self in revelation to the mystery. For many, the ability to mother is as easy as blending together flour, two eggs, a little shortening, add some cream, and voila, a bun in the oven. On the other hand, I was presented with a ten-year journey of obstacles, disappointments and challenges that cultivated in me a desire to know my strengths and my weaknesses. Let’s just say that my journey to motherhood was an opportunity to step out of what it means to be challenged and to cultivate my connection with the still voice within. You know the one that gently guides us, “Come over here. Come over here. Come over here”. ‘

Now ponder for a moment and ask yourselves, where is my still voice and am I listening?

Lao Tzo said it brilliantly, “Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right action arises itself?” He is asking us to take the time to cultivate a peace within so that we can allow the inspiration or the emotion to move through us. It is if to say, let the energy move through you and not be you.

What would it be like to let go of your limitations and trust that you are not alone? It is as if someone has your back and they are holding the state of pure potentiality and possibilities for you. You are guided with information or experiences to move you closer to your heart’s desire. All it ask’s of you is to let go of the stories, the chatter and the fear that blocks your ability to receive. To be still at times is in direct relation with the tension that exists between what our mind is telling us to do and what our heart is asking us. It is in this tension that we struggle. It is here that sometimes we find ourselves standing at a crossroad.

Which path do we walk upon? My paths were many and rightly so. No one would have thought different of me if I chose the path of suffering by creating a story, living in denial and avoidance. In fact, I think many would have preferred that choice. It was the path that was most traveled. However, I chose to hear the still voice within and to move out of my comfort zone, to step on to new terrain and walk the path overgrown.

Merton reflects to God, “You have called me into this silence to be grateful for what silence I have and to use it by desiring more”.

Like Merton I desired more. I desired motherhood. Throughout this journey Source was preparing me to be a leader and to do so without a play book. I was a pioneer who was traversing new territories without a map and seeking higher truths without Scripture to follow. I was in union with a force so real and so intimate that I never doubted my pursuit of motherhood. I was called to move beyond the norm, to trail new paths and to do so with only the still voice of unwavering knowledge.

You know what I mean, the still voice that calls us to move beyond our fears, our physical, emotional and mental pain. The voice within that says go there, it’s ok, you are loved, keep trying, you know you can….It was as if I became a warrior with a desire so compelling. So compelling that I chose to trust, to let go, to move beyond the appearance of obstacles and to go the distance. The voice that reassured me that I was not alone, resourceful and on the right path.

Now I say to you with change there is always resistance and you might ask, what if the resistance gets the best of me? I say what if it doesn’t? What if you are guided from within?  And from within you are experiencing life in a more magical way, a life with miracles. I say, desire more, be more, lead without knowing and trust the process. In doing so, you will hear the still voice within that is moving you forward. Your heart’s desires will unfold and you will transcend the density and live the life you were born to live. You will meet your challenges resourced and you will move beyond adversity. You will be in union with Source guided by the still voice within to manifest your heart’s true desires.  On Easter Sunday April 19, 1992 I was blessed by the stars with the birth of our son Frank. Honored by his presence and his persistent calling through Source to be born I am a mother.

I dedicate this page to my son Frank who has profoundly called me to go within, to let go and to allow opportunities for miracles to be present. I love you. Mom

Mom and Frank


Walk the Path Overgrown

What if I told you that the written word has always been my passion? What if I told you that nature has always been my partner in releasing stress, awakening my creativity and bringing clarity to life’s situations? I know you know what I mean. The way you curl up with a good book on your day off or maybe going for a long walk in the woods to clear your mind, or better yet enjoying a good book as you rub your toes on a warm sandy beach. I am sure we both can agree that there is something so comforting for the soul in the written word and a walk in the woods.

Blessed on Christmas morning 2014 my daughter Kassie gifted me a compass that without her knowing has brought clarity and purpose to my quest to know my true self. She engraved a compass “Walk the Path Overgrown.” She further engraved a quote by Dr. Seuss,

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who’ll decide where to go.”

Walk the Path Overgrowncompass open
Pondering on her gift of love I have felt a calling to share stories of my Spiritual Journey with you.

I welcome you to join me and together we can walk the path overgrown.

I dedicate this page to my daughter Kassandra Laird as we together are finding our way. I love you, mom


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