Angels Crying

"This has to be his fault, somehow.

I 'm going to track him down,

pluck out his angel feathers,

and stuff a pillow with them."

Lisa Desrochers

PERSONAL DEMONS  

There are times, I swear I hear angels crying near me.  I figure I have missed yet another opportunity or I have not been listening to the spiritual guidance around me.  The angels weep, dragging themselves back to the heavenly drawing board to think once again of a tactic to which  I might actually respond.  Perhaps one day I will make the angels sing.

In contemplation, I realize that mastering willpower is not the key to unlocking the purpose of my life.  It is far greater to focus on my desire to know God.  Once I am in union with Divine Spirit,  all things can happen, not through my will but through the unfolding of Divine Love.  When I can remain focused on being a vessel for Spirit, I can  release stress from my personal expectations.  When I trust and open my heart to what comes my way, I experience  growth, change and progress. 

It is often times difficult for me to place my trust and belief in my own nature.  It is imperative for me to remain aligned with God which enables me to move forward as things unfold.  By keeping my ego to a minimum and increasing my trust to the maximum, I experience not only my connection with the spiritual world, but also the importance of being  compassionate and loving on earth.

(Thoughts inspired by ANGELIC MESSENGER CARDS by Meredith L. Young-Sowers)

Better Than Any Story Told

Allow children to be happy in their own way,

for what better way will they find?

Samuel Johnson

Vetah is as precious as they get.  She is three years old, has large blue eyes accompanied by long thick lashes, and long extremely curly dark hair.  Everything about her is feminine.  She is very girly not only in her conversations, but in her dress and body language.  She has a very strong sense of self,  is highly animated, and sweet as she can be.  She is my youngest grandchild.

Vetah goes to play school two days a week, and never misses Sunday School.  She adores her five year old brother, Ezekiel, has an exceptional relationship with both her mom and dad and loves animals.  She is a very interesting little girl and expresses her self very well and constantly.

My son and his family were here on Easter Sunday as was my daughter from Nashville.  Ezekiel and Vetah do not get to see my daughter very often so they enjoyed the time spent playing with her as well as her Golden Retriever, Hannah, who happens to be a Wonder Dog!

The hours flew by and too soon it was time for my son and his family to leave.  After hugs and kisses Ezekiel and his little sister quickly exited out the front door.  The rest of us stood by the front door lingering over our good-byes. 

I could see Ezekiel bouncing around inside of their car in the drive way, but where was Vetah?  I asked everyone, "Where is Vetah?"  My son quickly opened the front door as we lined up behind him to run out and find her.  But we all came to a dead stop when we saw her standing on the front porch.  She looked at us and said, "Shush!"  We all stopped immediately in our tracks.

On my front porch, I have a stone statue of a little girl with wings praying.  And there was Vetah, standing right next to her with hands folded in prayer.  She was cuddled up close to the angel as she was saying a prayer with her own words into the angels ear.  We all stood in reverence inside the door until the child finished her rather lengthy prayer on the porch.

Suddenly her prayer was complete and she turned back into a bundle of energy.  She looked at us with all of her spunk and said, "Okay, we can go!"  Then she dashed off to the car waving good-bye.  We all stood looking at each other. 

Children are absolutely amazing.  Their vivid imaginations can be better than any story told.  They see things adults don't take the time to see and  they hear things we choose to ignore.  Too easily adults dismiss the magic children can bring.  We tell these unbiased perceptive minds they are silly or are making things up.  We instruct them to deny what they clearly experience as truth and reality.

The vision of Vetah bent over praying closely with the stone angel, her little chubby hands politely folded, and her voice church appropriate will linger in my memory forever.  No one could actually hear what she was saying, but from her furrowed brow, we all knew it was sincerely from her huge heart. 

****The name Vetah is a Slavic derivative of the name Elisabeth.  My son chose this name for his daughter as it means to be calm and stable through personal introspection; to use self-discipline to regulate a strong sense of personal power; and highly motivated to fight for a cause. 

Angels in a Basket

Write out the names of your angelic teachers and guides whom you feel or know are with you, or the names of friends, relatives, or teachers who have passed into spirit. Now place each of these small slips of paper in a basket, and each morning choose one name to accept love from and to send your love to.



Meredith L. Young-Sowers

Angelic Messenger Cards





There have been times in my life when I kept an empty jar close by. When ever I would find my self worrying, I would write the worry down on paper and place it in the jar. At the end of the week, I would take all of those worries out of the jar. When I would read them, I would be amazed that generally, not one of those worries had come true.



When I read the suggestion about putting the names of angels or deceased loved ones on paper and then into a basket, I immediately loved the idea. How encouraging to draw a name every day to rekindle the sense of love once shared. What a great way to face the day accompanied by a strong sense of love, acceptance, and courage.



If you don't have a basket, try a candy dish, antique box, or mason jar. With pen in hand, jot down teachers, mentors, or extended family members who had special meaning for you. Angels can take on many forms as well, so don't forget favorite pets, or sacred places like churches, gardens, or porch swings where you once felt the presence of guidance.



This is just another way to begin a new day in a positive way!

Rekindling a connection will surely brighten your way!

The Little Soul by Neale Donald Walsch

"Oh we have danced together

you and I,

many times."

Neale Donald Walsch

"The Little Soul and the Sun"

There is a wonderful children's book written by Neale Donald Walsch:  "The Little Soul and the Sun:  A Children's Parable Adapted from Conversations With God."  (Neale Donald Walsch is the author of "Conversations with God" which became a series of very successful books. )

The parable is about a small angel, Little Soul, who understands that he is made of light.  He also understands to truly know what light is, one must also experience dark, just like hot and cold or up and down. 

Little Soul decides to take an adventure into the physical where he can truly witness the dark.  Another small angel, Friendly Soul, offers to go with him into this next life time to do something "bad" so Little Soul can be One Who Forgives.  Friendly Soul states that he will have to slow his vibration way down and not be who he truly is to be in the dark.  His fear of course is that Little Soul will forget that Friendly Soul is playing a part to be a teacher to his beloved friend.

A friend shared this book with me probably 20 years ago, and it remains one of my favorites even though it was written for children.  It is in total alignment with many spiritual teachings reflecting all of our actions impact each other and we are all one.   

Many spiritual beliefs come easily to me, but wrapping my mind around my enemy being someone who loves me, truly challenges me.  In truth, it has taken several years for me to act accordingly.  Thus the question, "What is the lesson here," followed by, "Don't kill the messenger!" 

These thoughts trigger many questions which act as a catalyst for forgiveness.  Based on the parable above, the people who have treated me harshly are actually those who love me the most.  Harsh teachers loved us so much they were willingly to run the risk of our judgment and lack of forgiveness ... to forget who they truly are ... to forget who we truly are ...  to lower our vibration to be who we are not.

It matters not whether you believe this concept or not.  What matters is stretching your mind and earnestly seeing your very self in the eyes of others.

Angels in a Basket

Write out the names of your angelic teachers and guides whom you feel or know are with you, or the names of friends, relatives, or teachers who have passed into spirit.  Now place each of these small slips of paper in a basket, and each morning choose one name to accept love from and to send your love to.

Meredith L. Young-Sowers
Angelic Messenger Cards


There have been times in my life when I kept an empty jar close by.  When ever I would find my self worrying, I would write the worry down on paper and place it in the jar.  At the end of the week, I would take all of those worries out of the jar.  When I would read them, I would be amazed that generally, not one of those worries had come true. 

When I read the suggestion about putting the names of angels or deceased loved ones on paper and then into a basket, I immediately loved the idea.  How encouraging to draw a name every day to rekindle the sense of love once shared.  What a great way to face your day accompanied by a strong sense of love, acceptance, and courage.

If you don't have a basket, try a candy dish, antique box, or mason jar.  With pen in hand, jot down teachers, mentors, or extended family members who had special meaning for you.  Angels can take on many forms as well, so don't forget favorite pets, or sacred places like churches, gardens, or porch swings where you once felt the presence of guidance. 

This is just another way to begin a new day in a positive way! 
Rekindling a connection will surely brighten your way!

Honoring the Angels

 Help me to respect children

as whole and wise beings.

Through them I will remember

my own innocence.

Alan Cohen

Excerpt from A DEEP BREATH OF LIFE by Alan Cohen:

When a child is born in Bali, its feet are not allowed to touch the earth for the first 105 days of life.  The Balinese regard their children as angels from heaven, and they do not want them to be shocked by contact with the heaviness of the world.  Every Balinese child is constantly held until almost four months of age.  Then, a colorful ceremony is held at which the child's feet are placed upon the earth, with prayers and blessings.

In our culture, we need to remember to honor our children as spiritual beings.  We all come from heaven, and the transition to earth is not easy for anyone.  We must give our children the opportunity to retain their spiritual identity for as long as possible.

Many children are extremely psychic and spiritual, as you may have been.  They voice the wisdom of old and wise souls; some report memories of past lives, talk to invisible friends, play with nature spirits, have premonitions, and recount contact with departed relatives.  Many are quite sensitive to the energies in their environment, feeling touched and healed by loving people and events, and jarred by violence in thought or deed.

We must give our children the best possible atmosphere in which to start their journey.  Let them be spiritual beings for as long as they choose; do not force them to trade their heritage for our cultural idea of education.  The best gift we can give our children is to draw forth that which they already are. 

 (All above content from A BREATH OF LIFE by Alan Cohen)

In the Company of Angels

 

Several years ago, I was driving home from work after a very discouraging day. 
As I settled into my routine drive home, very ugly clouds began taking form. When I reached the interstate, I realized I was driving straight into a storm. I felt so discouraged and alone that I didn't really consider the consequences when I decided to race the storm home. 

Blinded by pouring rain, I quickly pulled into my garage. I entered the house feeling grateful for having beat the storm home.  I stripped off my clothes and slipped into a robe. I stretched out on my bed semi-aware of the increasing strength of the wind blowing against my home. I remember thinking, "If I get blown away with this storm, I really don't care," but when the lights flickered and the electricity went off, I reconsidered.

Jumping up to look out the window, I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. The trees in the front yard were blown sideways and it was raining so hard I could barely see. The pressure in my home seemed to increase and it felt as though the windows would shatter at any moment. Then I heard the tornado siren!

I grabbed my shoes, a pillow, and a quilt, and sprinted to the hallway which had always been the family's designated 'safe place'. The hallway did not have any windows and without electricity it was pitch dark. I positioned myself on my back down on the floor. I tucked the pillow behind my head and covered my body with my quilt.

My worst fear was being actualized...facing death alone and having no chance to say good-bye to my children. While the house vibrated, I could hear the mimicked sound of a mighty roaring train announcing that a tornado indeed was close by. Sobs of fear racked my body, and I pinched my eyes closed preparing for the worst.  I had never felt so vulnerable in the path of destruction.

In the midst of the darkness, simultaneously, these following things happened. In spite of the electricity being off, the stereo in the living room mysteriously began playing my favorite CD entitled IN THE COMPANY OF ANGELS by Robin Miller. Startled, my eyes flew open in time to see the brilliant faces of cherubs hovering on the ceiling. In an unspoken language, a message was delivered. "You are never alone." Within an instant, the music stopped and the hallway returned to darkness.

I have not been able to satisfactorily explain this experience to myself nor to others, but I continue to be thankful for my safety.  Ever since the passing of the tornado, physically being alone no longer bothers me.  I truly believe that I am always IN THE COMPANY OF ANGELS.