my name is tuba.
my name translates as a tree of life
Holy Quran names the tree of life; Tuba. Every faith has its own version and name of it. Tuba, the tree gives life to humans. I hope to do just that. I hope my translations find you with love and bring life and healing.
Here I am going to tell you a story of my life, and hope you will take away love and healing from it. Please share the core with others, we all are messengers. I want you to feel how I take my name/job seriously and I will till the end of my soul cycles.
“They don’t even see, but I know of them without even blinking” Tuba
I would like to start by sharing one of the hundreds of translations that I did since I was 3 yrs old (as far as my memory goes back). I work in-between worlds. Remember, most of the time, I have never seen or met any of these individuals. Yet I will have a clear, full vision of the spirit and speak for them to their love ones, you never have to show their picture to me, yet I most likely know what color their eyes are and/or I feel their pain as my own. Spirits use me as they are guided to. It is designed by Divine. I do surrender therefore I serve.
In the case of Chelsey;
“Keep your heart open to God’s miracles in your life
It was my week back to work after my father had died, my dad was a amazing man, he provide the very best for me and my family, He worked very hard to ensure that my family was taken care of, Clothes, Trips, Cell-phones, whatever we needed. My dad had hurt his back and with back pain comes neck pain and nerve damage. He was in his early thirties we he first realized his back and neck were extremely damaged due working out in the Oil fields and a few injuries in his younger years. He had a neck surgery to try and correct the horrible pain and after his surgery my dad was never the same. Eight years after my dad’s surgery he was no longer working and still living in pain. On May 6th 2013 I receive a phone call with my sister, screaming come home come home now. Dad just shot himself. I will never understand why, I have forgiven and cannot forget this tragic unexplainable day. It was a busy at work, Just a week back and paper work piled up, clients to beautify. I had never met Tuba in my life though I do remember her mother, She was on her way to our Houston Rodeo the year before if you ever have the chance to meet her mother you’d remember her too she is a sweet unforgettable woman. I was running around helping clients and that’s when Tuba came in to Sephora, where I work mind you this my first week back after my father had died, It was a typical day or what I had thought to be typical, and then I asked Tuba if she was doing okay and if I could help her find anything and that’s where it all began, There was a silent pause as if she was taken back by something, She then asked me” how is your mother”. I replied my mother is fine with a polite smile, in my mind wondering umm do I know this lady, Now thinking back searching in my mind well she must just be asking surly she does not know what the past two week have held in my life. Then again she ask, “No Really How Is your Mother”? I Just looked at her and said “she is doing a little better now, we are just trying to get through it” Now I am really confused because I had never met this woman in my life and she is asking about my mother whom is devastated due to watching her husband die and violently tried to revive him in our back yard with my sister and brother whom also had just seen the man who we all loved shot. Why is she asking how my mom is doing twice, Tuba then ask did your father just pass, I told her yes, at this time I am now blown away by what she is tell me, she then told me my dad is overwhelming her with his love for his family, He Loves you very very much, she grew cold with chill bumps, saying she was sorry and she then ask my dad to calm down she began to get teary eyed, she was amazed by his love, In those moments it was like the store was not filled with loud music or full of the Saturday crowd that Sephora normally has, In those moments I seemed like it was Tuba, me and my dad. We ended up at the register where Tuba bought her purchase, then asked me if my dad had died due to a neck injury, she was feeling pain in her neck, I told her no, he had died very tragically due to pain, and he had taken his own life. Again she told me that my dad loves me and my family very much. She then said okay and I gave her a hug and she smiled told me everything would be okay and left. There were several people in line behind her, so I didn’t even have the time to thank her or see what her name was. After the daily rush was over and I was home, I called my sister and told her that a woman came to me at work and asked how mom was and my dad came to her and told her that he loved us. I knew she would believe me and pass this story along to my mom, whom is not as open to the spirit world, and I also knew my mom might absorb it and find it a little peace in it. Tuba is a very sweet woman, I would truly say she has a love for people and I am so glad Tuba did not hold back what my dad was try to say just 2 weeks after his passing. I gave me great comfort to know my dad was okay.
I never knew if I would see Tuba again and knew I would cherish that moment forever.
Six months had passed very quickly, I was getting ready for work it was early and I woke up missing my dad, l was angry crying just so upset with the fact that my dad had done such a selfish act, he loved us he promised he was going to get better. I push through the morning and got myself to work. And I when I got to work there was Tuba with a familiar face, her mother. Now I did not know that Tuba mother was the lady that had been in my store the year before on her way to the Houston rodeo, inviting me to leave work and join her, in which I could not due to the fact I was at work. Until this moment, when Tuba said I want you to meet my mother, I gave her a hug and she gave me a kiss on the cheek, Then again Tuba still could not believe the love my father had for us and she told me that she had never felt love so strong for a his family. Then she told me from this point forward my dad does not want to me to be mad at him. I told her about me being upset. I was meant to be, I know that things happen for a reason, but fear not. Tuba has given hope and peace of mind. She has brought Joy with her Mom, life is to short not to Believe in miracles and little gifts of love. If you are ever in doubt be steal and quiet and listen with your heart. You answer may come in many forms.
Now I had have had this happen to me on a few other occasions throughout my life with different situations . I do believe in signs and the spirit world. I do believe in God and was raise in the Church. I must say after my father died, I was waiting on him to reach me, I KNOW this does not happen to everyone and you must open your heart to people. Thank you Tuba for the joy you have given me!
Chelsey.”
I have tell you the continuation of this beautiful love story:
Upon another visit to Sephora,
Chelsey was working that day. As soon as I walked towards her, what I would call a video started playing of a young boy who was around 12. I immediately translated about this young boy (whom I had seen in my vision before with Chelsey) to her. I said my vision shows him eating alone at the table. She said it is her younger brother, he is always at that table due to home schooling. What is important with my visitation was timing; the month we were in was the same month when her father passed away, so her father was bringing her brother to her attention. I also said that his favorite color was turquoise. Pay attention, emergency were some other words that came out of my mouth. I don’t have time to think when I speak. I need to let energy flow through my body and form sentences through my human ability. The message was: I am there with you. I see you. I will tell you about specific things so you will recognize the spirit that is in communication..; I told her “she was a door”. Chelsey said that is what her father always believed. She said it was funny I said that. This was important in their family.
I co-create with Divine. I translate spirits that are passed on.
“I know you are looking for the proof of LOVE desperately. Come as you are. leave you as you are for you to become who you were. your source is the Divine. come back.” Tuba
“Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.” Rumi
I sometimes do not want to add anything explanatory, I feel the experiences shared from them is more than enough proof of the love that exists beyond our breathing world. Sorry I just added something again because I have so much love that flows through me, and I rush to give. Please pardon the Human Tuba again.
in the case of Jeanette;
“Dear Tuba,
Here is a short story about the experience we had the other day at 24 hr fitness. Since English is my second language my grammar might be slightly off.
I had just got off work (working at the gym) and wanted to get some workout in, I ended up on the stair master. I didn’t pay any attention to the people around my because I had my headphones in my ears with music on. After 2-3 minutes the lady next to me (Tuba) poke me on my arm and asked if it was me. I looked at her and recognized her as a member of our gym. I have been trying to help her add her daughter to he membership a couple of months ago. I said yeah it’s me and we started to talk a little and I asked her how she was doing. She shared with me that her father wasn’t doing well and the year have really started off in a very challenging way. I told her in the moment that I could relate because I lost my father last year almost to the date so I knew how hard it was. The moment that I shared my story to Tuba I saw that she didn’t look at me and she had goosebumps all over her arm, she started to tremble on the stair master so I had to help her slow it down due to her almost falling. In my mind I was thinking that I might have shared too much personal information and felt a little ashamed but the moment after she asked me if my father had a beard ( which he did). Confused about the question I answer her YES and she said that this might sounds weird to you but I have a gift and sometimes I can connect and your dad is here on my side and she pointed out her right side. I was still looking at her goosebumps and this is when everything becomes blurry for me. I don’t remember all that she said or in what order because my tears started to fall down from my eyes and a choked up. But the point is, the words that was said doesn’t really matter, it was how she said them and the energy that was around her. I felt my father through Tuba. Some information she shared with me was that he was holding my mothers head like a baby and he always used to do that before he called her babyface and kissed her. She also made a joke that she said he said, and that is a typical joke that my father would say. My father was a great gentleman and a humble kind man and Tuba herself was overwhelmed to meet him. She also said that my mom should visit other countries, I asked what countries and he said where she is coming from. Tuba would not know that my mother is from a different country. I felt my dads spirit through Tuba, The way that she shared the information, the energy she gave me, it was my dad. At one point she said that I was free now, I can live my life and he knows that I love him. That information was a Hugh relief for me because I have been dealing with bad consciousness because I wasn’t there as I should have been. He was in Sweden and I was in USA. I have been so sad that he had to go so early and missed out on life, and at time I felt that life tricked him. He worked so hard and he didn’t have the chance to live his life since he passed away as 55 years old. My father had a braintumor and a stroke upon that,from one day to another he was a healthy man to a paralyzed man that had 4-6 months to live.
During this hole experience which lasted around 7-8 minutes. Tuba had goosebumps, felt heavy and never looked me in the eyes, I could see how affected she got and how much energy it took from her. The funny part was that in the end I had to tell him to leave because he wanted to stay with us. I was ready to go because my emotions was all upside down and I couldn’t take in much more. When he left you could almost feel the air became lighter around her and I gave her a quick hug thanked her and went in to the locker room where I started to cry like a baby. I called my husband and my mother directly, and the next day I met Tuba again and we could talked about what actually happened.
Like Tuba said, that was a reason for me to be on that stair master that night next to her. This experience will always have a special place in my heart, and it will help me heal so much more. I am so thankful that I met her and I hope she knows what a different she contribute in broken peoples lives.
Thank you Tuba/
Jeanette F. W.”
I do cry and humble in the name of love every time an individual writes to me. Seeing what happened from their perspective is a very humbling experience. I have been grow as an individual through my divine work. I am also grateful for whoever has the braveness and fearlessness to work with me, say what experiences they had and taking time to share with the world . I am wishing that I can be there to heal in person, through my writings or art. Please do share my page if you feel called. If any of you whom I have translated wanted to add their experiences with me please send it to my email. I am grateful for your time and opening your heart. My goal would be tell the world; we are never alone. We are all messengers, carrying messages daily in divine timing.
In some cases, I do not quite remember what would come out of my mouth and I would never want a be disrespectful to the living individual. I absolutely, purely serve to the spirit. If Human Tuba cannot translate with her limited English or lack of expected of human reactions during the translating, please forgive her. I had to put human Tuba as a third person here. Please know that I am putting my life into a writing using human language and my experiences are from the Spirit realm, and it is not easy.
I am translating unseen with a language of seen. In this Tuba lifetime, I lived more on the other side than in human world. I am more familiar with the other side of the veil. I am humbled with life. I may be tired because I have been translating since childhood, experiencing others pain as mine but I have a lotta work to do. Divine healing is within.