Ann: Good morning, Richard. It occurs to me that you are not beatific.
Richard: What a word! Certainly not. You are confusing me with angels. I am an old battler whose recollection of the ecstasies, traumas, and drudgery which are the inevitable lot of the human animal is still ripe and immediate.
You can be assured that I will never look down my nose at anyone attempting the heroic feat of earthly incarnation. It takes courage of an uncommon sort to undertake this task, and it continually amazes me that we don’t give ourselves more credit for such heroism.
But then, of course, there is the veil of forgetfulness so most of us flounder around for a lifetime or two trying to figure out what the hell we’re doing here. I can second that motion in spades having contributed my bit to those struggles.
Angels on the other hand are beatific. And amazingly present to human senses. It takes faith, almost expectation, to connect with the one or several that attend each life on the planet, but once realized, the light and power of these heavenly creatures never dims. So I implore each one of you to look about you for your angels. They come in many forms, but light and beauty almost always attends them, sometimes with overwhelming power.
Find a quiet place or make one up within your own heart. Then wait. And I can hear some of you saying, “I did that, and nothing happened.” I beg to differ. You did that and something happened.
Feel the smile come to your lips, almost as if a delightful story is unfolding, feel the atmosphere around you start to vibrate in the tiniest particles of refracted light. Then repeat as necessary. Call on them at will for they are yours on demand.
For myself and those like me, that is, many of the crowd coming to this blog, just start a conversation. We live to serve, and we enjoy the back and forth that you folks offer when you realize that we’re not oddities but just like you minus a life or dozen.
Come to think of it, there are many more of us than you, a numberless infinity of souls who have shaken off this mortal coil but who still continue their evolution as carriers of the light. So don’t be shy, we are all over the place.
Speak up and hear our voices answer in your head. We are not your imagination, we are scouts who have gone before you on the journey - just as you may have gone before us in times past. We trade places on the spiral, you know, but never fear, it is a spiral that is ascending.
We want and need your help in the ongoing elevation so give us a shout.
September 6, 2020