Dearest One, Lovely Being of Light, Indwelling in the Heart, Radiance of the Moon and Stars, Sweet Sound of the Bees, Scent of the Flowers, Whisper of the Wind through the Sheltering Trees.
How do you speak to yourself all day? How do you speak to others? What is going on in your mind? Is your mind filled with more negativity or more light? What is the 'more' that fills your mind?
What names do you call yourself? What words do you use? What songs do you sing to yourself? Songs to keep you asleep or wake you up? Songs of lies or Truth? How much negativity does your mind generate in a day? A week? A year? A lifetime?
Angels call you names of light and joy, names of more, not less. What do you call yourself? What do you call others?
For light to penetrate to all the dark corners of your mind, you must know what is going on in your mind. You must be aware. Wake up, at least enough to see what you are calling for "more of" in your mind. What you call forth, becomes. It becomes you and your experience of life. We do not say it determines life. We say it determines your experience of life.
Forget about thinking only "positive" thoughts so that you can create only 'positive' conditions for yourself. You don't even know what you need. You know what you want, what you think will make you happy. Have you been able to make yourself happy yet? Have you been able to be absolutely content, unperturbed by whatever happens?
You can become happy here and now. You become by unbecoming. You unbecome what you are not. What are you not? You are not what you believe you are. Find out what names you call yourself and others all day long. Find out, and change those names to names of love.
We, your angels, call you lovely names. We call you lovely names of God. We see God's light and hold you in God's light. This light is within you. Lo! The Light is Within.
Dearest One, Lovely Being of Light, Indwelling in the Heart, Radiance of the Moon and Stars, Sweet Sound of the Bees, Scent of the Flowers, Whisper of the Wind through the Sheltering Trees.
With Love, Your Own Dear Sweet Guardian Angel and all the Angels of God
Oftentimes when I read your messages, I feel as though you have peeled back the curtain to my soul, to my heart. When you wrote what you saw, I have felt embarrassed, and maybe inadequate. BUT! By the end of the message, I feel free, empowered, and oh, so loved. Thank you Indira. You are surely one of my Angels!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing what happened within you as you were reading the angel message, Darlene. It is helpful to others, also. I am glad to hear it came to a loving resolution for you. That's what happens when we show up and do the work. The angels return to us tenfold the effort we give.
DeleteDarlene, you couldn't have said it better. So I don't need to make a further comment. Ditto. Kevin
DeleteThe poem shined a bright light of peace dispelling my limited thoughts, even for a short time! My heart smiled with ....Sweet Sound of the Bees.... such a precious connection to nature. Indira, your daily messages are keeping me on track.
ReplyDeleteDebra, Your words are also a poem. My writing and those I write from, those I wrote to, also keep me on track. Each of us is served by those we serve. This is universal law. A law, unfortunately, that many spiritual teachers, teachers of all kinds, forget. Angels never forget, because angels serve the One.
DeleteKeeping me on track too Indira--on the right train of thought.
DeleteI just love the expression of the angel, looking at her, feels like coming home...
ReplyDeletethank you dear teacher for this powerful beauty in words and paintings.
Like coming home. The angel painting is like a beacon of light.
Deleteand so are the angel messages--beacon of light.
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