Messages From Angels - Hold the Bus: Angels in the Driver's Seat - (post 5 of 6)

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.

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The disbelief in his voice signaled not only that he knew that not everyone is raped as a child but that he believed his pain marked him as different and his wound as irreparable.

“Everyone has parts of themselves that are wounded, decimated,” I clarified, “I was molested as a child.”
The brief silence that followed was laden with the recognition that we had fought and survived the same war.

I continued with the message. “There is hope for you.” I could see that this man needed immediate help and also some clues as to where to go in the future. The Angels directed me to offer him a small gift.  “Here, wait. I want to give you something. I have something for you that will help you.” I put my hand in my backpack and began rummaging for a small bottle.

I pulled out a brown bottle with a yellow label that read, “Bach Rescue Remedy, Flower Essences.” Rescue Remedy helps with stress. Flower essences in general have the gift of knitting, stitch by stitch, souls back together.

“You need flower essences,” I said. 

Though it was already opened and partially used, I handed him the bottle. “Here, take this,” I said, “It’s Rescue Remedy. It will calm you down, give you a new perspective. There is a little alcohol in there. When you finish this, go in search of other flower essences. They have a million different kinds. They have them for issues with your father, trauma, sexual abuse. You just have to search them out. You will have to search them out.”

“Where can I get them?” he asked, as he accepted the bottle.

“Go to a health food store. Bring that bottle. Ask the salesperson to show you their flower essences. Ask for a book on them. Start reading. You’ll have to search them out. If you need to, get some help with understanding them.”

“What are these?” he asked.

I would have said “the souls of flowers” but before I could, he asked another question.
“Are they expensive?”

I pointed to the bottle in his hand.  “That was $17.00. Others are less expensive.”

“You’re giving me something that costs $17.00?”

“Yes.”

His voice rose. In response, he nearly shouted, “What are you?! Some kind of angel?!” Then he said, “I’ve been looking for answers and I’m having a hard time finding them.”

“That’s why you’ve got to deal with your pain. The pain and the answers live in the same place. If you avoid one you avoid the other.”

“Wait! Say that again? I want to understand.”

“Think of your subconscious as a soup pot. In this pot with a heavy lid is all your pain. Mixed into the soup of your pain are all the answers you’ve been looking for. You’re going to have to lift that lid off and stir up the pain to find the answers. Does that make sense? I know it’s a lot to ask. It’s just the way it is.”

“But how can I do it? How can I handle it?”

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