Messages from Angels – Angels for Breakfast: Nourishment at Whole Foods - Post 4 of 4

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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“No!” I said, nearly hollering.  As I spoke, I surprised myself with my own intensity.  I smacked my hand down emphatically on the counter near him.  The angels were moving through me.  I knew then that all of the scurrying and confusion around pie, eggs and gift cards was a prelude to this moment.  I knew then that I had a message to deliver and that I was going to have to be honest.  “Okay,” I said, “I need to tell you something.  I have kind of a strange job description.”  Pause.  “I listen to angels.”

At my words, he turned his face toward the counter and  put his ear closer to me as if to make sure he heard what came next.

“Thirty dollars is not too much.  That’s what you need to know.  It does not matter what has happened in your life.  You still deserve support.  You still deserve to have enough to eat, even though it’s hard right now.  This is what they want you to know.  You need to understand this!”  As I spoke my voice quivered, thick with emotion and conviction.

He nodded his head.

“So this is for you,” I said, handing him the card.  “You can use it to eat, at least for a little while.” 

He took the card.

When delivering messages, the act of acknowledging and touching into the suffering of another dissolves social boundaries.  This way of connecting unites hearts and gives permission to feel and express love where normally there would be none.  I bent forward slightly and put my arms around his shoulders , suspecting that my impulse to do so was the Divine’s way of hugging him through me.

He hugged me back and then held out his hand.  “What’s your name?”

I shook his hand.  “I’m Ahnday,” I said, embarrassed once again.  While wrestling with time, pie and the commands of Angels, I had forgotten that one easy way to start a conversation would have been to introduce myself. 

“I’m John,” he said.

“John.  Nice to meet you,” I said.  Then the words of the angels came through me again, “John.  It means ‘God is Gracious,’ right?”

“Right,” he nodded thoughtfully.

With this, I walked away, allowing myself to be pulled by an invisible hand away from John, out of the store and into the parking lot.  There was no goodbye.  With that simple acknowledgment, the interlude ended. 

I made it to the workshop with 10 minutes to spare.  Before going in I sat in the car and ate some of the berry pie.  I thought about how sometimes just the willingness to survive is a demonstration of faith.  Although I had been sure that there was nothing for me in that store, I was glad I had heeded the call, I was glad I had eaten breakfast.