Welcome Visitors

One day it’s the doctor’s office calling to tell me I’m not dead yet. A few days later there are strangers walking through my home in the dead of night.

Life never slows down.

Visitors pop by at any hour of the day or night. It’s been that way everywhere I’ve lived all of my life. The only time it was ever really unnerving was when angels and spirits I knew showed up in my college dorm room without warning. There were already so many unfamiliar humans and angels with whom I had to acquaint myself in that new place. How could anyone keep up?

I was going through my morning exercise routine in the predawn dark when I saw a figure in a bright white robe coming down the hall into the livingroom.

“Good morning, Michael,” I said, even though my guardian angel and I first greeted each other when I awoke.

“It’s Lemuel, not Michael,” the angel replied. I turned to look. No, it certainly was not Michael. The angel was shorter than Michael with dark brown hair. Michael is very tall and fair.

It took conversations with a couple of people to remember who Lemuel is. It also took a couple of days of digging into memories. Then it came clear to me why I could not place him.

Lemuel and I had not spoken in several years. Not that he had not been around. Looking back, I can see his touch in several places in my life. I just didn’t need to see him at work.

That’s how the angel Lemuel behaves. He works in the background. His job is to step in and help us humans when there are changes coming into our lives. He leads other angels in this task. Lemuel is very understated. His job is to be present before our life is altered through the point where we have completed whatever we needed to do.

It’s not like he comes in, makes breakfast and is gone before we know it. Lemuel is not a short order cook. Rather, as we are being groomed for the next major part of our lives, Lemuel makes a quiet appearance.

Lemuel and other helping angels were in my life — often on a daily basis — during the years my spirit twin and I worked together. He would sit back and smile quietly any time we had our pretend squabbles. That was most days. One of the joys of being with a twin is that we knew each other so well that we constantly tweaked each other.

We laughed, even though people listening frequently asked if we weren’t being terribly harsh with each other. Isn’t that half the fun of having a twin? We knew each other so well that we could say and do things that were impossible with anyone else.

Throughout it all, Lemuel watched.

During those years of constant spiritual and physical stress and strain, Lemuel was beside us. He helped us. Guided us. Most of all, he reassured us when times looked tough.

Times have looked very tough over the last year. It was difficult to make the decision to leave the Rockies. It wasn’t easy returning to the East Coast during the coronavirus. It’s strange suddenly finding myself retired from a day job.

What is that supposed to be like again?

The best I can say about retirement is that it’s weird.

In the midst of it all there has been something going on. It’s not just being steadied by engaging in daily prayer and meditation to get out of one’s own head. It’s feeling somebody — Somebody — is helping move my life along. Somebody is preparing me for further transformation yet to be.

This is not just me. This is all of us. This transformation, this subtle revolution in our interior lives, affects every human being.

If we give ourselves the opportunity, we will all feel and see changes in our lives. It’s from the inside out. It’s how we are willing to view ourselves. It’s about our personal positive attitude about ourselves and our world.

It doesn’t matter that I see Lemuel and other angels helping us and you don’t. It matters that they are here to support us. They are here to guide us into our new lives.

Our visitors are here to welcome us into being our true selves.