A few weeks ago, I invited angels to visit. It was a ritual, shared by a friend, and while I know rituals are unnecessary to connect with higher consciousness, the formality of it somehow gives clarity to my own intention and makes me more aware and attentive to what is already present.
That week, driving into downtown Atlanta, I passed by Gold Spa as I’ve done dozens of times before. Notable this time, though, was an enormous mound of flowers, cards, and signs piled in front of the building. Gold Spa was the scene of a terrible crime just a week before. Rage, murder, unfathomable pain and terror, a mass shooting arising out of the intense suffering of one man, his misery and hatred taken out on others. I could feel all of that ugliness in that place.
More than ouch. I felt like howling with the intensity of what I could sense there.
I often say, “I don’t feel energy unless it’s big,” and though I’ve recently been shown that’s not even remotely true, this thing was huge. I felt it so strongly. My heart ached, and tears flowed.
The invitation to the angels a few days earlier had included a request to experience their presence in this world and in my life. That angels exist, I don’t doubt because I’ve had evidence. I know for a lot of people, that makes me part of an out-there fringe group and yet it fills me with such joy. I wish everyone could experience it, the presence and the joy of it.
Returning from my errand, I again passed Gold Spa. This time my attention was riveted not by the expressions of grief and sorrow heaped in front, nor by the waves of agony I’d sensed an hour before. This time I was given a glimpse of what was happening on another level.
The view of the human world I could see with my eyes had flattened, like a scene printed on a heavy theater curtain. And then the curtain parted just a fraction. Midtown Atlanta, the old buildings, the natural world, the flowers and messages, were inconsequential and felt unreal. They were two dimensional, like looking at a projection. What was real was what I could see through that split in the curtain and what I saw was a holy thing.
There were angels at work, a variety of light beings of all sizes and purposes. There was a massive energy there: a humming, buzzing, busy-ness, a reworking of the misery I’d felt earlier, of the pain and sorrow, grief and rage. Active healing was happening and it was not of this human world.
The word “mending” flowed into my mind. They were mending that rift in the fabric of Love that is the true substance of All That Is.
Rifts do happen. Damage occurs. Wounds are inflicted. It’s within the rule-set of this human life. And there are skilled restoration experts ready and able to assist in setting things to right.
If you’ve ever stood near a beehive, perhaps peeked inside the tiny opening, that’s what it felt like. Efficiency, positive action, progress being made. It was sacred, holy, and beautiful. It was a gift to see it and then I was past the place and it was over. What remained, though, was comfort and reassurance. It was what I’d asked for when I’d invited the angels to come into my awareness. “Please show yourselves. Make me aware. I want to feel your presence, to know you are here.”
I am deeply grateful for having had this experience, painful as it was on the first pass. My entire life, I’ve too intensely felt the suffering and sorrow of others. To know, to see and to feel that there is more at work here than just our human efforts was deeply healing for this empath. As I’m typing that, I’m hearing the words of Anita Moorjani at the beginning of her beautiful healing meditation: “You can relax now …”
It’s not just us here. We are not alone with this messiness we call human life. We are surrounded by love and by loving beings. We are held and comforted in ways we don’t even recognize when events happen that break our hearts. Angels are out there ~ and they’re also right here (which is all there is after all). They’ve got our backs. They will help when we ask ~ and even when we don’t.
You can relax now.
There’s more to this story, more about angels to come. A Part II is already written because the next thing that happened as a result of my visit with the angels was a personal healing (in which I thought I was dying) and a removal of writing blocks that have plagued me for months. (Part III might explore the giddiness I experienced when I thought death had finally arrived! What?? This one, absolutely petrified of dying for decades, laughing when I thought it was over? Isn’t that interesting?)
Believe it or not, scoff at even the thought of angels, or feel the truth shivers I do in writing this, what we, in our little human suits, are at times able to directly experience with Divinity in this beginning-less endless IS-ness of the Everything is real and it can change us in heavenly ways. I am so grateful this morning, writing these words. It feels like absolute safety to know there is never a chance that I am alone, even when I feel bereft and empty of support.
We all are supported in that way. We are all held within the Everything of existence. We can’t be left out of this wondrous reality. I do know that when times are rough, it’s very, very hard to feel the presence, the connection. And I am convinced this is why we have each other, little differentiated aspects of the whole, because there are times we really, really need Magnificence with skin on, the brilliant Light of Love with a ready hug and a kind word. This crazy look at what’s happening behind the scenes was real comfort for me on a rough day. I hope you find it so too.
So a little magic with this post: as I was finishing it up, a reminder I have on my calendar popped up at the top of the screen. I’ve had it there for months, so I’ve really stopped seeing it (time for another three line affirmation of what I know is true, this time maybe just I AM, I AM, I AM). But this one:
I love this life.
I AM Awareness experiencing.
Joy is my constant state of being.
And so it is for all of us. Thanks for reading. Know that you are so deeply loved and cherished by Big Love. Trust that.