posted on Jun, 8 2007 @ 10:15 PM
I saw an angel once
I saw an angel once. I was meditating and releasing my stress and suffering. Imaginary roots extended into the earth from my feet and the base of my
spine and branches grew out of the crown of my head into the farthest reaches of the Heavens. I asked mother Earth if I could release my suffering
and draw up new energy.
I released the stress into the earth while I exhaled and imagined fresh new Divine energy entering into my body through the branches and a grounding
sense of belonging and renewal through the roots. I don't bother trying to focus or do anything when I meditate, only breath and notice the
chattering mind.
I started when the kids were small. They would open the door, run in and interrupt my meditation. Watching my chattering mind, I noticed getting
upset about it was worse than not. I would thank the interruptions, thank the adversity. Blessings are burdens and burdens are blessings.
There are no limits and we are nothing. That empty void inside that people try to fill with food, shopping, money, is a big hole of nothing.
Everybody feels deep down inside, when the chips are down, they're nothing. Nothing is available to become everything, there's no reason to be
afraid of nothing.
Let us stand at the edge and affirm it is good and righteous to lose everything.
We don't need everything, for we are also nothing.
I was releasing through my roots. I was asking if I'd ever belonged to the earth. Another time, before I saw the angel, I was doing the same thing
and my root chakra turned into a large stone I visit on the side of a mountain. I felt an unmistakable sense of belonging. Connected to the earth in
a way that I'd never experienced before. I felt cherished. When I saw the angel, it scared the daylights out of me. It wasn't unpleasant. It was
too exhilarating. I could tell the angel felt bad about scaring me.
Before it quickly disappeared, it said, "We have always loved you.”
It looked androgynous, just as folklore contends. Not trans-gender, there was no awkward superimposition of sexuality to be discerned by the eye.
More of a different creature altogether from the human one, so novel was its’ appearance. A fair angel, some of the highest angels are jet black.
They haven’t performed a transfiguration in my bedroom.
I was talking to angels quite regularly at that time instead of myself. I believe I saw my own guardian angel, who has had a very difficult job.
Though, I try to retain a pleasant composure for its’ company while enjoying my solitude, I fear, my angel has seen the worst of me.
I was quite relieved, the angels loved me nonetheless.
Not that I’ve been a particularly bad person, I had been raised Catholic. wink I still enjoy a good mass. St Jude was there, waving palms
in the air like he just don’t care. Carry your cross with a cheerful heart, you know not what reward awaits you.