Angelic Awareness
I’ve spoken and written about working for the Boss — God, Higher Power, Trinity, Krishna, whatever floats your boat — at an ever-increasing rate over the last twenty years. A vital part of the ability to speak, write and do other spirited work relies on my awareness of both God and the angels.
It’s paying attention. None of us has to keep up with the Joneses or anybody else. If I imagine myself stuck at any given place or point in time trying to be as good as another, I am not paying attention. I am focused on other people rather than One Person.
Listening to angels is a spiritual matter. When you suddenly remember that it’s a good idea to tie your tennis shoes before you walk anywhere in them, you are listening to your angels. Taking aim to pour coffee in your cup rather than all over the counter is awareness of our angels helping us.
We don’t have to create the next big thing.
We need to be aware of what our angels are telling us. It is how our lives move forward as individuals and as a whole.
Our angels are here to help our souls grow out in every direction. Left to our own devices, we can be frighteningly narrow. Our brains become cramped with all the things we think we’re supposed to do and be. Some ideas may come from others, some from ourselves, but it is all ours’ if we believe it.
The beauty of angelic guidance is that we are constantly shown glimpses of who we truly are. Beneath all of the levels of facades, the daily grinds, the days when life is too much or not enough, we have the privilege of seeing who we are. We have glimpses of the glory that is our soul.
That strange, untouchable, almost unfathomable thing that is at the very core of who we are — our souls. Led on by our angels, those spirits so many of us are afraid to imagine exist or think we communicate with, we touch our true selves.
We are the person locked inside ourselves. We are who the angels came for and for whom they remain. Their job is to help us be our true selves.
It can be frightening to be our true selves. Even though being true to who we were created to be is our life’s work. Even though there may be this niggling notion underneath all of the self-questioning that this is who God wants us to be.
It may be who someone is as parent, sibling, family member, friend. It’s who we are alone and with others.
Personally, I have long been aware that all of the many angels who continually surround me are here to help me be who I am and to do the God-given work I do. As a mystic I have been granted the abilities to see what theoretically does not exist in the physical world. What does not exist to others is very real to me. When I bumped into an angel the other day and was stopped by the sheer solidity of the angel, that was real.
I physically run into angels all of the time. Sometimes I see them before we collide. Sometimes I am off in my own Land of Mark, utterly oblivious to everyone and everything. I run into angels the same as I’ve been known to run into people. They stop me, tell me what the Boss wants me to know, and we each move on.
Spiritual work does not have hours. There is no nine to five.
The Boss is always. That’s the whole sentence and that is the whole idea. The angels are always busy because the Boss is.
And because the Boss is, we have choices. We can exercise the option to be aware of our angels in the privacy of our hearts and souls. We can talk about them. Which scares most people silly.
The angels could care less.
In the movie Auntie Mame there’s a line that “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!”
Find yourself a place at the table of angels and feast.
