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A Spiritual Medley for Meditation
Angels in the Garden
It was a hot, sweltery day. I could feel the sweat trickle down my eyebrow as I adjusted my straw hat. The weeds weren’t disappearing fast enough to suit my impatient mood. The lamb’s quarters actually seemed to be teasing me, as if to defiantly dare me to pull them out. The ragweed wasn’t cooperating, either.
I had been working my 800 square-foot garden since sunup, preparing it for planting. The sun was now directly overhead, and I stood in the center of my shrunken shadow. The task of clearing the earth seemed backbreaking. It was time to take a rest--some lunch seemed to be just the thing.
Hanging my hoe on the gate, I strolled to the back porch and took off my shoes. I hung my straw hat on a coat hook and proceeded into the kitchen to the refrigerator.
What looked good?
There was a loaf of homemade bread, a packet of Swiss cheese, fresh lettuce, and a tomato.
Great! I thought. I’ll make myself a lettuce-tomato sandwich with a slab of Swiss.
Plate in hand, I seated myself and began to chew my sandwich thoughtfully. Pictures from my childhood began to emerge.
I am a child back on my parents’ farm and weeding carrots. It’s early summer. I can feel the wooden handle and weight of the hoe in my hands. The repetitive, rhythmic strokes move the soil methodically, carefully avoiding the roots of the new plants. Chush, chush . . .chush, chush! In the distance, I hear faint, angelic singing. I look up to see translucent figures, like wisps of clouds, moving in the field. They, too, are tending the plants. I hum their melody while I work. One-third . . . half . . . done with the row and onto the next. Green carrot tops fluff like crops of hair. A surge of accomplishment fills my heart.
I came out of my reverie and finished my sandwich. I slipped back into my shoes and put the straw hat back on my head.
As I grabbed my hoe, a little melody filled my head.
Hmm. Now where have I heard that before?
A new energy carried me—the weeds now yielded their grip.
A little after dusk, I sat quietly listening to the tree peepers and gazed over the cleared plot that was ready for planting.
Had I really done it? Or had some supernatural force accompanied me?
I possessed a distinct sense of comfort. . . .
Definitely, I decided, I had help. * * *
High on spiraling rifts of clouds,
My thoughts reach upward
To that heavenly place
Where angels dwell—
Upward, upward, higher still
My heartfelt grace climbs
Past all known realms
Until I find myself
Face to face with my own
True image, glistening, glowing
Then the sublime suddenly
Synchronizes with souls yet
Earthbound and I realize
A presence, a reality
Unlike I had never known
Before on earth—
Another being, a graceful being . . .
An angel, my guardian angel
Who had been by my side
All along without my knowing,
Without showing me her face—
That tender, radiant, smiling
Visage only children see
Keeping vigil and guiding, protecting
Until I knew I was home all along. ***
Spiritual Journal Excerpts
Satuday, April 28th
Last night, for the first time, I experienced schooling in the higher octave. People were forming portals of light ascending by their thoughts--and prayers, etc.
So, I'm thinking, perhaps, Serapis Bey may be the appropriate master for me. Other influences may have been the walk on Ogemaw Pathways and the playing of Chant before bedtime.
Sunday, July 22nd
I had a very visual dream before waking--almost with a narrative nature. I do remember an emerald green tablet with cuneiform etchings.
Saturday, February 23rd
I'm at the West Branch First United Methodist Church for a Bridal Show. [There are] Decorations on every fourth pew: white glitter branches with [a] white satin sash. Two pedestals [are] near the altar; one pedestal is half the height of the other. [The] Pedestals are cube appearing, covered with white satin. Atop each is a floral-type arrangement with white calla lilies, baby's breath, and white glitter branches. There are also two feather-like pieces in the left bouquet. The right, smaller bouquet appears to have a paper rose or two with very large, fluffy petals.
Thursday, May 30th
Just a note about what I have observed about my decree sessions: 1) tingling at the bottom of my feet, and 2) a sense of vibrational symmetry.
I heard the most wonderful dictation of St. Germain regarding Mt. Shasta, a portal to the planet Venus. How beautiful! I will sleep deeply tonight.
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© 2012 Marie Flint