Messages from Angels – Angels for Breakfast: Nourishment at Whole Foods

Note: One of my favorite parts of my spiritual job description is when I am asked to be a messenger for benevolent angelic forces. I often receive messages for people whose angels or spiritual guardians ask me to communicate when it is a matter of urgency or they are having a hard time getting through to their human counterparts. Many of these people are strangers to me and our interactions last only moments. These messages can be warnings of illness or accident.  They can also be intended to clarify or give direction. Whatever they are, I play my role as messenger faithfully

At the Whole Foods grocery he leaned on a single crutch and peered into two stainless steel buffet trays -- one full of scrambled eggs and another full of bacon.  He and I seemed to be asking the same question of ourselves, “What, if anything, to eat?”

Yesterday morning, at this same Whole Foods, I had opted for eggs but by the time I had stood in line at the cash register to pay for them, they had cooled into an expensive and unappetizing yellow lump.  I would not make the same mistake this morning.  I walked past the eggs and the man on the crutch, toward the baked goods. 

Actually, I did not even want to be in the store.  I was not sure why I was there, given that I was not hungry and I was running late for the last day of a shamanic dreaming workshop in which I was enrolled.  In fact, before leaving the house that morning I had decided to skip breakfast altogether.  The workshop was exacting and although I was enjoying it, I wanted to slow down and stop rushing, even if it meant missing a meal.

Thus, you can imagine my surprise when I found myself pulling into the parking lot of Whole Foods, getting out of the car and entering the store through automatic sliding glass doors.  “Well, I’m in the store,” I reasoned, “I might as well look for something to tide me over until lunch.”

Now here I was in the baked good section, looking at apple, strawberry-rhubarb and mixed-berry pie.  I looked from the pie back toward the man.  He wore a grubby yellow windbreaker and jeans.  He carried a back pack.  Even his stocking cap was soiled.  His beard and the skin on his face and hands were smeared with dirt.  I turned back to the pie.

“Go talk to him,” the voice of an Angel said.

I turned and looked more closely at the man, thinking as I did that he must be homeless.  He leaned into the food as if calculating how much it would cost to feed himself this one hot meal.  Then the Angels showed me something.  Within my own body, I could feel his hunger -- and not just the hunger for food.  There was also a hunger that many in difficult situations experience – the hunger for laughter, peace, safety, cleanliness, community, beauty, reassurance and release from the strain of desperation.

Though I felt for him, I will admit that the command, “go talk to him,” felt rather general. I did not know what to say and I did not want to embarrass myself, so I stalled, suddenly shy.  Even though I knew it was not true, I justified my reticence by telling myself that anyone in immediate need would not even be in an upscale store like Whole Foods and that my help was not really needed. 

The voice came again.  “Go talk to him.”

Not knowing what to say, I walked back to the buffet and up to the man.  When I got there I improvised and said, “Are you looking for breakfast?”


(for more see next post)

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