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Welcome! Just like Raw Food, just like Twitter, there are many new creations sweeping the world. I am one of them. So is this blog. So - I’m wagering - are you. As the world changes, we discover ourselves more deeply and a new, more personalized spirituality emerges. The new spirituality may or may not involve a church, a mosque, a synagogue, or even a yoga studio. What it does do is ignite the creative spark within. It inspires us to move in large and small ways into new territory. This territory is more loving, authentic, expansive, and innovative. This blog is devoted to an exploration and celebration of this new spirituality, its promise and the rejuvenation it brings.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

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


(continued… click here for post 1, post 2, post 3, post 4, post 5)

“You will see that the pain comes and goes in waves. Over time you learn to work with it. Use flower essences. You have to take care of yourself.” Then I was prompted to say, “When you have been abused it can be difficult to tell demons from God.”

“I am having such a hard time with God right now,” he said, “because He let it happen.”

“I know. It’s natural to have trouble with God under these circumstances. You just have to work through it. You can do it. There is hope for you.”

He looked at the bottle and then asked, “Do I need to stay on my medication?”

I listened for an answer and repeated, “Yes.”

His face fell in disappointment.

“I know you don’t like it but it is necessary right now,” I replied.

The bus arrived at our stop and we exited.  My heart was full, with equal parts of pain and the desire to overcome it. My time with this man in the red shirt had come to an end. I let him walk away. Under the yellow light of a street lamp I watched him walk up the hill and into the dark of the neighborhood with the small brown bottle clutched firmly in one hand. He walked upright and I saw that he had regained some hope and at that moment he was determined to conquer his situation. I realized also that the next thing I would have said if the bus ride had not ended was, “Don’t kill yourself.”

And if he had asked ‘Why not?’ I would have said, “Because you hold a spot in creation and we will feel it when you die. Because my heart will break. Because everyone deserves a good death.”

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