WANTED: GUARDIAN AngelS FOR COFFEE, HOOK-UPS, OR JUST CHATTING
I very much want to meet my guardian Angel….or all of them, if I have more than one. I feel like I put an awful lot of pressure on ArchAngel Michael to pull me out of tough spots, even though I do not subscribe to any organized religion. Michael was introduced to me, and has supported me through some intense times over the past year. A woman I’d mentioned Michael to retorted, “Well why would you only call on Michael? Why not go straight to God? That’s what I do.”
I didn’t explain why that felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I usually start at the receptionist’s desk, and work my way on UP to the Boss, not the other way around. I also don’t go straight to God because I haven’t put a face to the name; I’m not sure I know God. Is God our Heavenly Father/Masculine Divine Energy? Is God the comforting Earth Mother Gaia? Is God the Flying Spaghetti monster? Is God a formless shimmering ball like some entity in an old Star Trek episode? Do I summon it/him/her by saying, “Hey you….you sparkly thing, I humbly request your services…who or whatever you are?” It doesn’t sound respectful - and probably neither do I. Nevertheless, I do get hung up there.
There was a point when I thought I had identified my guardian Angel. He/she/it was in the form of Pegasus - a white winged horse. But I felt uncertain, didn’t trust my judgment, was unsure that the form he took in order for me to ‘see’ him was correct. I confided this last summer to a very dear friend, who replied that she has 17 guardian Angels. I was impressed, if a bit envious. At that time, this friend had been recently diagnosed with Stage 4 Pancreatic cancer. A diagnosis, then a horrible decline… and then she was gone, in four short months. If ever someone needed Angels by their side, it was her, as I watched her valiant battle for health, control, life. But in 4 months, she lost the battle. Funny, I always thought of HER as an Angel. At least she was to me.
This showed me that Angels are not here to heal or cure us; well, not of any human physical ill, anyway. I believe they were trying to help my friend find the light, comfort her, ease her sadness and pain, calm her fear, help her let go with grace and acceptance.
I feel so fortunate, sitting here not really sick; not really downtrodden, yet sometimes empty and confused and directionless. I mean, if Angels come when I really need them, why don’t I just pick myself up? Why do I want their company? Because I self-isolate. Because I’m not ready to let everyone think I’m nuts because I believe in Angels. Because I want reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, some comfort. Just even chatting over Angel coffee would be so nice. So I will keep reading my lessons, and meditating, and seeking that open, tingly feeling that comes down through my crown chakra once in awhile and fulfills me like nothing ever has. Tiny moments that are worth an eternity of bliss. I wait.
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WANTED: GUARDIAN AngelS FOR COFFEE, HOOK-UPS, OR JUST CHATTING
ReplyDeleteI very much want to meet my guardian Angel….or all of them, if I have more than one. I feel like I put an awful lot of pressure on ArchAngel Michael to pull me out of tough spots, even though I do not subscribe to any organized religion. Michael was introduced to me, and has supported me through some intense times over the past year. A woman I’d mentioned Michael to retorted, “Well why would you only call on Michael? Why not go straight to God? That’s what I do.”
I didn’t explain why that felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I usually start at the receptionist’s desk, and work my way on UP to the Boss, not the other way around. I also don’t go straight to God because I haven’t put a face to the name; I’m not sure I know God. Is God our Heavenly Father/Masculine Divine Energy? Is God the comforting Earth Mother Gaia? Is God the Flying Spaghetti monster? Is God a formless shimmering ball like some entity in an old Star Trek episode? Do I summon it/him/her by saying, “Hey you….you sparkly thing, I humbly request your services…who or whatever you are?” It doesn’t sound respectful - and probably neither do I. Nevertheless, I do get hung up there.
There was a point when I thought I had identified my guardian Angel. He/she/it was in the form of Pegasus - a white winged horse. But I felt uncertain, didn’t trust my judgment, was unsure that the form he took in order for me to ‘see’ him was correct. I confided this last summer to a very dear friend, who replied that she has 17 guardian Angels. I was impressed, if a bit envious. At that time, this friend had been recently diagnosed with Stage 4 Pancreatic cancer. A diagnosis, then a horrible decline… and then she was gone, in four short months. If ever someone needed Angels by their side, it was her, as I watched her valiant battle for health, control, life. But in 4 months, she lost the battle. Funny, I always thought of HER as an Angel. At least she was to me.
This showed me that Angels are not here to heal or cure us; well, not of any human physical ill, anyway. I believe they were trying to help my friend find the light, comfort her, ease her sadness and pain, calm her fear, help her let go with grace and acceptance.
I feel so fortunate, sitting here not really sick; not really downtrodden, yet sometimes empty and confused and directionless. I mean, if Angels come when I really need them, why don’t I just pick myself up? Why do I want their company? Because I self-isolate. Because I’m not ready to let everyone think I’m nuts because I believe in Angels. Because I want reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, some comfort. Just even chatting over Angel coffee would be so nice. So I will keep reading my lessons, and meditating, and seeking that open, tingly feeling that comes down through my crown chakra once in awhile and fulfills me like nothing ever has. Tiny moments that are worth an eternity of bliss. I wait.