ANGEL TALK -- GETTING MY ANSWERS
There came a point, during the course of my training, when the angels stopped speaking to me. They said it was time for me to go directly to the Creator for my answers. I felt abandoned, frustrated and confused. I also felt angry, but when it comes to dealing with angels, anger gets you nowhere. So I decided to acquiesce and started praying to God alone, purposely ignoring my angels as well as Jesus, Mary, and the Buddha.
Cut-off from my friends, without the comfort of camaraderie, I addressed my Creator. I tried to speak of the difficulties of life, but my complaints evaporated in the presence of Love. Instead of feeling weak and vulnerable, I felt strong and well protected. Embraced by the spirit of Oneness, without the limitations of unworthiness and shame, I identified with God the Father, striving to imagine how marvelous He felt when giving us life. Thanksgiving and gratitude replaced prayer, as I was in need of nothing. Rather than begging God to take me home to heaven, I understood that I was already in heaven: Where God is, is heaven.
Gifts kept coming, as if I were the child of a rich man, and the angels showed me Creation. It was like actually being there, at the beginning of time. From out of the black void came an awesome display of color. The colors, brimming with life, began swirling around until they formed a brilliant sun, a domed sky, crystal clear waters and masses of land. I felt the enthusiasm that inspired Earth's conception, the energy that gave her birth, and the pride and joy of the Parent Who brought new life into existence.
Love took up all the space in my heart. There was no room for anything else. Destructive emotions such as jealousy and fear stepped back, as if in admiration of Love's greater power. Hatred took a holiday and greed went on a much-needed vacation.
These memories came back to me today, perhaps because sitting on a mountaintop gives one time to reflect. Years ago I struck a deal with Spirit: I would work for the angels, and they would take care of my material and spiritual needs. They have always kept their end of the bargain, even though I have sometimes failed to keep mine. When I arrived here in the Blue Ridge Mountains I asked the angels for a sign or a tiny mystical experience, just for fun. Archangel Michael responded by saying: Use what you have been given.
My job is to write about what I have seen and heard. When I use that information I will be given more. The angels showed me Creation in 1997 and today is November 25, 2003. They woke me up at daybreak so that I could look at a pink sky and blue mountains, and remember the time I got to see the birth of Mother Earth. It was miraculous.
A smaller miracle occurred last evening. Uncle Donald, my father's brother, passed away in the middle of the night. My mother received the news this morning and called to tell a friend. He said he already knew. Daddy had called him yesterday, crying over his loss. When Daddy placed the phone call, Donald was still alive.
My father does not remember any of this, as he suffers from Alzheimer's disease. My guess is that Donald met my father in the fourth dimension and they said their good-byes.
Donald will not be here for Thanksgiving. He was handsome, charismatic, loved and respected. He lived an honorable life and died at the age of 84. I am proud to say that he was my Godfather and I was named after him. He was my hero.
October 3, 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln delivered the Thanksgiving Proclamation. He asked all Americans: to observe the last Thursday in November as a day of Thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father Who dwelleth in the heavens.
The first Thanksgiving took place June 29, 1676. It was a good idea then and now. Happy Thanksgiving. May God bless you.
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