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Angels In Action: Manifesting Beyond The Law of Attraction Oct. 12

Mon, 09 Sep 2024 21:02:59 GMT

Join us October 12 via Zoom for this life changing workshop!

In this workshop, I’ll teach you the Divine Method that helped me overcome my deepest challenges and create a life filled with purpose, miracles, and abundance. We’ll explore how you can partner with your angels to receive guidance, manifest your dreams, and even transform the hardest times into moments of profound growth.

Whether you’re facing struggles in your relationships, finances, health, or feeling stuck in any area of life, there is a path forward. I’ll show you how to find it — with the help of your angels.

Are you ready to experience miracles? Click HERE to join me in this powerful workshop

Manifesting With The Divine, A Special Invitation to Life Changing Workshop

Thu, 14 Sep 2023 21:22:06 GMT

Join us October 7 in Tampa, Florida for a very special event!

How would your life change if you knew you had the ability to receive divine guidance, manifest desired goals, and discover your life purpose, even in difficult times? Maybe you’ve done ‘all the things’ to manifest your dreams but somehow the results just aren’t happening? Or perhaps you doubt that the Law of Attraction can work in the challenging circumstances you may be facing.

Whatever the obstacle is, it's not only possible to bring your desires to life but it's much easier than you think! The real secret is to work with the heavens to help you. (Watch the short video above for a little bit of my story.) I know with absolute certainty that you have the same access to manifesting your dreams (even in challenging circumstances). On October 7, I am leading a workshop at Phantom History House in Tampa, Florida. Seats are limited to 12 so get your tickets here for this transformative event. I hope to see you there!

Interview with Tim Hinton of Phantom History House: An Evening of Divine Guidance

Thu, 06 Jul 2023 20:01:59 GMT

A recap of a very special event......

Thank you to all who joined us for An Evening of Divine Guidance! It was a SOLD OUT event that brought so much healing, connection and love as I shared messages from the angels and loved ones in heaven for the audience at Phantom History House two weeks ago! A very special thank you to our hosts Tim & Steve who are the proprietors of Tampa Bay’s exciting new paranormal B&B, a very fun place to stay for a vacation near our beautiful beaches, share a ghost story, or even have a goth themed wedding! Check out their website to learn more.

Ready to connect with the heavens and tap into your true potential? Take the first step towards a transformative journey of self-discovery and empowerment. Book your personalized Divine Direction session today and harness the wisdom of the heavens to co-create the life you imagine. Use coupon code FREEDOM20 for a special July discount of 20% off any session or package.

An Invitation to An Evening of Divine Guidance in Tampa June 23

Fri, 16 Jun 2023 19:54:02 GMT

An Invitation to An Evening of Divine Guidance June 23 in Tampa.....

I am so excited to announce that I've got two events coming up in Tampa NEXT WEEK at the Phantom History House! I’ll be sharing 'An Evening of Divine Guidance: Messages from Angels, Spirit Guides and Loved Ones' on June 23 and on June 25, I'll be offering very limited spots for in person Angel Readings as well! If you haven't heard of Phantom History House, you'll want to check out this new "paranormal themed" bed and breakfast right near the Westchase area. The hosts, Steve Blanchard and Tim Hinton are lovers of all things paranormal and the vision they have for this unique place is incredible! Get Your Tickets : 10 seats left!

Ready to unlock the mysteries of the universe and tap into your true potential? Take the first step towards a transformative journey of self-discovery and empowerment. Book your personalized Divine Direction session today and harness the wisdom of the heavens to navigate your path with clarity and purpose.

EVENT: An Evening Of Divine Guidance With Angel Communicator Libba Phillips

Wed, 31 May 2023 15:50:22 GMT

Friday June 23rd at 7:00 PM at Phantom History House

Step into the realm of the mystical and embark on a captivating journey of spiritual connection at our upcoming event hosted by Phantom History House. Prepare to be enchanted as we present an unforgettable evening dedicated to exploring the depths of the divine and communing with the spirit realm.

To learn more about this event, click the link below:

Do you believe it's possible to receive a message from a loved one in heaven?

Wed, 31 May 2023 15:25:40 GMT

Well it’s my experience that it’s not only possible but it’s happening quite often...

Your loved ones send you signs that they are around…but are you open to receive them? One year ago today I decided it was time to release some of my sister Ashley’s ashes near a sunflower field. She not only told me she wanted me to go there…she gave me a sign that I could not miss. Something that she knew would definitely get my attention and it did.

Looking for a Compelling Podcast Guest? If you think we're a good fit - let's connect!

Fri, 14 Apr 2023 21:19:23 GMT

Do you have a podcast that is making a positive difference in the world? If you're looking for a...

Do you have a podcast that is making a positive difference in the world? If you're looking for a compelling podcast guest and think that we could be a good fit, let's connect and explore the possibilities! Send a message through my contact page or send me an email!

Kids Remember Heaven

libbahope@yahoo.com (Libba Phillips) — Fri, 07 May 2021 17:25:38 GMT

And they are here to teach us and remind us

“I picked you Mommy”. My then three-year-old daughter blurted out of the blue as we sat on the floor working on a puzzle. ”What do you mean you picked me?” “You picked me to play with you?” She looked directly into my eyes and responded matter-of-factly: “No silly, I picked you to be my Mommy. When I was still with God, before I was in your tummy. He lets us do that.” I was speechless as I tried to wrap my mind around her words.

A few months later my daughter started saying other random things like “Mother Mary really likes you Mommy and wants you to know she is with you”. “Please don’t be upset but I love God more than I love you and Daddy. But I still love you so much”. “Mommy, your angels think you are so funny!” At first I wondered if maybe a TV show or a friend at daycare was influencing her. But she wasn’t hearing about heavenly beings on the playground, there was no mention of ‘angels’ on Sesame Street and we were not attending any church at that time. And I’m not even Catholic – so how did Mother Mary fit into all of this?!

One night, as I tucked her into bed, she whispered to me, “Mommy…. Mother Mary is here”. She pointed to the corner of the room and said, “ She is right there wearing a long dress and a blue hoodie! ” I cautiously turned my head but I only saw her Barbie townhouse glowing in front of the nightlight in the corner. “She is RIGHT THERE MOMMY!” , my daughter insisted. “Is my child hallucinating or what?” I thought to myself, as I made a mental note to call the pediatrician in the morning. “She is waiting to say goodnight to me Mom”. I saw no evidence of anyone else in the room but the hair rose on the back of my neck.

When she started first grade, her messages about otherworldly things became even more detailed and my “wrap your mind around this” meter could no longer discern fact from fiction.

My daughter claimed that our elderly friend Dan, who had unexpectedly passed away from an aneurysm, had come to visit as she played Princess in her room. She said “Mommy! Uncle Dan came to see me! He was wearing a big hat made out of straw! “He told me to tell Joyce that he is ok and young again!’ “Ok, now this is really getting weird! ” I thought to myself. I stood silent wondering how (or if) to share this with Dan’s wife, Joyce, who we were having dinner with later that week.

A few days later I decided that a ‘wait and see’ approach was better than just blurting out ‘My child says she saw your dead husband” over linguini with red sauce. After dinner, Joyce invited her to look at a scrapbook of old pictures on the couch. She started clapping her hands excitedly when she noticed one particular decades old black and white photograph. It was of Dan, in his early 20’s, wearing a big straw sombrero on the beach. “THERE’S DAN – IN HIS SILLY HAT – JUST LIKE HE HAD ON THE OTHER DAY! HE LOOKED JUST LIKE THIS AND HE TOLD ME WHEN YOU GET TO HEAVEN YOU’LL BE YOUNG AGAIN TOO AUNT JOYCE” “He always loved wearing that hat”, said Joyce, with a look of amazement on her face. I swallowed the lump in my throat and resolved to walk into the Twilight Zone with a more open mind the next time my child shared about things I could not see.

Some weeks later, my husband Jeff got a call from his sister Kelly in Atlanta. “Dad probably won’t make it through the night. You need to come now.” My father in law was in a coma with only hours to live. We did our best to prepare our daughter and told her that Grandpa was very sick and may not get better. She replied, “I know Mom. Mother Mary told me that Grandpa’s dog Harley is in heaven waiting for him and Grandpa will be so happy to see him when he gets there”. She had no way of knowing that Harley the 16 year old dachshund had died just a few days earlier… we had only found out ourselves!”

After an emotional day at the hospital, we decided to go pick up Kelly and have dinner at Fellini’s pizza. Dusk was approaching and we were having trouble finding her brownstone apartment on busy Peachtree Road. All of sudden, my child shouted and pointed, “There’s Aunt Kelly – with Mother Mary! Turn here Daddy! ” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry because Kelly was indeed standing on the sidewalk holding a modern painting of The Holy Mother.

As Kelly approached the car she said, “Uncle Mike asked me to clean out Dad’s apartment and take any special books or other items we might like to have. I just wondered if you would like to have this painting of Mother Mary that was hanging by Dad’s bed?” We had, up until that moment, remained silent about our daughter's stories of divine encounters, out of fear of not being believed. But I determined to catalogue this moment in the “You can’t make this stuff up file”. The painting of Mary, and “Mary herself” according to my child, have been with us ever since.

You can read more remarkable stories of psychic children in the fascinating book ' Babies Are Cosmic ' by Elizabeth Carman & Neal Carman, PhD. available on Amazon and wherever books are sold.

A Prayer before Goodbye

Fri, 20 Nov 2020 00:12:17 GMT

A prayer and goodbye

At 5 o clock in the afternoon, I was finishing up my last call and looking forward to a long soak in the tub. Happy to be home, I almost ignored the insistent ringing of the telephone. Before I could even say hello, I heard the panic in the voice on the line. “It’s your sister Ashley. She’s gone missing! She was last seen wandering on Dale Mabry but that was days ago and no one has seen her since. We’ve been to the police but they won’t file a missing persons report. “

The room started spinning, my heart racing, and panic set in. “Our insurance company dropped us so the treatment center released her without informing anyone. Left her clothes; left her medications, just walked out the front door. We have no idea where she is now.”

“I don’t understand this! WHY won’t the police file a missing persons report!?

“All they said was she’s an adult who is allowed to be missing”. I got on the next plane home – determined to find Ashley myself.

The early days of searching were a blur. We tacked up homemade flyers, like the faded ones you see with a reward for a lost dog’s return, on telephone poles and in storefront windows. We checked daily with hospitals, jails, and homeless shelters, but were often turned away. “Maybe your sister doesn’t want to be found’ we were told, and we have to respect privacy laws you know”. “But my sister is not well, she could be hurt. Please help me.”

We soon changed tactics and began to approach the homeless on street corners. I quickly realized that giving out rolled up dollar bills and packs of cigarettes to complete strangers would give us more answers than the tight-lipped social workers. And checking with the morgue to inquire about any unidentified deceased Jane Does, instead of lounging over a second cup of coffee, became my new morning routine. The days turned to weeks with no sign of my sister and I had to return to my life and my then job in California without answers.

I was consumed with worry with each passing day and continually haunted by a premonition I’d had a few months earlier. As I hugged my sister goodbye at Christmas - I was struck with a foreboding sense that I would never see her again. Had that been a warning about what was happening now?

Deep in thought and procrastinating over doing my expense reports, I received yet another call that brought me to my knees. “Your Grandfather is dying” my mother said. “He has just a few days to live. Come now to say goodbye”. I choked back sobs as I packed once more for the cross-country trip to see him one last time.

My Grandmother and Grandfather were the only example of kindness and stability I had as a child. Granddaddy Bob was a minister who wore his heart on his sleeve and who prayed with his parishioners as if their troubles were his own. And while I secretly hoped his words of faith were true, I carried a deep sense of abandonment about my estranged father and anger about the adopted one that took his place. I often wondered where was this invisible God my Grandfather had devoted his life to.

Finally sitting at his deathbed, I quietly raged to the silent unseen. “My sister is missing, my job is on the line, and letting your biggest fan die from colon cancer is just wrong. Feel free to jump in anytime.” But even in his final hours, my Granddaddy wanted to pray with me and assure me he was at peace with what was next. I was thinking to myself his God would never hear those prayers. I didn’t believe He existed.

I will always remember our final exchange. Granddaddy Bob reached out to take both of my hands. He said, “God answers prayers – sometimes the answer doesn’t come right away, but it comes. Get quiet. Listen.”

“Why does he have so much faith even as he suffers like this?” I thought to myself, with tears rolling down my cheeks, as I held his frail hands for the last time. ‘Everyone has a purpose, including you – and when I get there – as he pointed to the sky – I’m going to see about that.’

He died the next day. It was only a few days later that I noticed the ‘how to start a nonprofit organization’ flyer at the library, began having unexplainable dreams that showed glimpses of my future, and got my first major media interview about my sister’s disappearance after dozens of rejections by the local news stations. I had an unshakeable feeling my Granddaddy was about to make good on his promise.