I didn’t want to clutter my business website with my long winded writing that I can often do. I’m sort of the More is still less than I wish I could say, rather then the Less is more when it comes to writing. I’m working on that. But my mind Just GOES!! So this is my place to write freely and let it all out!
I wanted to share with you what all my angels is about and what it means to me.
My story is pretty long, and intense, and I usually try to avoid the whole introduction about the gory details of my life events unless I feel prompted, which I will eventually go into depth here, But I wanted to have a place to journal my personal journey from trauma into the light and give credit to all the many angels, both on this side of the veil and on the other, that have helped me become who I am today. I wanted to have a place where I can freely share what’s in my heart in the hopes that it will help someone else and do good for you.
I feel strongly that my life’s purpose is to love others and help them heal from their place of darkness. I hope to be an angel to others, and many have been to me! I have had this ability for as long as I can remember to look at people, and the world, and see it from a place of the gloriousness that God sees us, and to know that our potential is so much more than we give ourselves credit for. I believe that we are children of God, and that we each have our own purpose to fulfill, our own role to play in this big impromptu act, in which the script is given to our subconscious, but we are given reign to change it or not for ourselves.
I believe that we came to earth, free and innocent, with an angelic escort who is our family ancestor or future posterity who was assigned to protect, defend, uplift us and guide us. Our job is to get back home to our Heavenly Father, by accepting Christ, and doing as much good in the world that we can.
Some of us are doing the best with what we have. Some of us are doing all we can to overcome, and many of us are here for ourselves and into the blame and victim game. These bodies we have are prone to the natural man, including pain, sorrow, cravings, addictions, revenge, coveting and lusts. But our higher self knows who we were and who we are capable of, and deep down remembers the beauty of the world we left, and homesickness in a world full of pain often brings us to our knees. Not really understanding why it hurts so deeply. I believe that because we ultimately know how much better it was, the contrast fills us with a sense of spiritual shock in a mortal shell.
I also am sure that God didn’t send us here without help. He has given us tools and inspiration, religion and spiritual gifts. He has also given guides, mentors, prophets, apostles, and spiritual leaders. Whether unseen aid or contracts from our other mortal brothers and sisters, we are all here to help each other in our purposes. Help is often in disguise. But it is always there. and if we look forward to a future of hope and our ability to take charge of our destiny and learn how to deliberately manifest more good, we will be that much closer to the kind of being we once were, and closer yet to the kind of being we will one day be capable of becoming, depending on the level of responsibility we are comfortable accepting.
If there is one quote that sums up every fiber of my heart, it would be this one.
There Are No Ordinary People; You Have Never Talked to a Mere Mortal
C.S. Lewis:
It may be possible for each to think too much of his own potential glory hereafter; it is hardly possible for him to think too often or too deeply about that of his neighbor.
The load, or weight, or burden of my neighbor’s glory should be laid daily on my back, a load so heavy that only humility can carry it, and the backs of the proud will be broken.
It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare.
All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations.
It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics.
There are no ordinary people.
You have never talked to a mere mortal.
Nations, cultures, arts, civilization—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.
But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.
This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn.
We must play.
But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously—no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.
And our charity must be real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner—no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment.
Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.
—The Weight of Glory (HarperOne, 2001), pp. 45-46.
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