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Angels, Saints and Guides

While talking about my current, working theology one night with one of my dearest spiritual friends, I tried to explain what I experience during sessions and when I am in a state of alignment with my highest Light.

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“In sessions, I am not the one who is actually performing the work, as such.  I hold space, safe space, for people who want to come back into a state of alignment with their integrity, continue unfolding in a positive direction or wishing to reaffirm their alignment with their highest Light,” I explain.

“Who does the work then?” my friend asks.

“During sessions, a retinue of Guides, Saints and Angels appear, who are assigned specifically to work with that particular person.  ‘They’ show up during an appointment to help that person’s Spirit align and unfold.

“From what I can discern, guides are deceased relatives who are dear to us and concerned about our long-term well-being.  Saints are holy people, who may be incarnate or disincarnate; they have committed their lives to working with others souls on their individual, spiritual journeys to draw closer to the Light or God. Saints are not necessarily ‘higher’ souls, but they are more connected to the Divine and, to borrow wording from the Buddhists, they are supremely concerned about right action, speech, thought and intention.  Angels may or may not have ever been embodied, I do not know; but, they are concerned about how we conduct ourselves and stand ever-ready to assist us in helping us in making life-affirming choices.”

“It sounds like the Catholics have it right, then,” he considers what I have said.

“From my experience, this aspect of Catholic theology, as far as I understand it, is is spot on,” I confirm.

“So, if we have all of this assistance available, why do we still mess up?” my friend asks.

“We don’t like to listen?” I offer him another question in response.  “Listening takes a great deal of effort, practice and, quite honestly, meditative or receptive-prayer training–especially initially.

“Sometimes we are in defiance.  Defiance is a shockingly common living pattern among people who have weathered a difficult childhood or an abusive primary relationship. And, when reliable guidance or, to use the Quaker terminology, ‘leadings’ first come through, whether they are from our highest Light or from one of our assigned ‘People,’ it can feel paternalistic, unbelievable, ridiculous or downright scary. We are often asked to function or serve in ways outside of our established living patterns.

“Thus, following through on clear, accurate guidance requires a tremedous leap of faith, as well as an extension of trust that is very rare in the secular world.”

“I could see that,” he concurs.

“The most reliable indicator that guidance is of the Light is the Stillness–or Peace of Christ– that accompanies an authentic leading.”

“It sounds like a lot of work,” he offers an opinion.

“Yes, but it all worth it,” I affirm.  “There is no greater joy or sense of wholeness and belonging than this working relationship with the Light.”

Rural Angels

Yesterday, I was on a long trip.  Stopping at a gas station for personal body fuel and to give my engine a rest, I opened the hood of my little truck to check the coolant level.  We have been nursing a slow leak somewhere in the system.  Night had just finished closing the shade on the very last rays of the sun, so I had to rely on the gas station’s eerie green lamps to verify liquid levels.

Releasing the hood’s latch in the cab, I walked around the truck to lift the hood to check things.  Everything looked good. Pulling the hood down to the point where I could let it drop and close with the aid of its own weight, I stepped around to the side of my little truck when a much larger pick-up pulled up directly behind my parked vehicle.

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Through her open window on the passenger’s side, a woman turned her head to face me, asking, “Do y’all need any help?” It was the voice of angelic assistance.

“Oh, no.  But, thank you for stopping to ask.  I’m nursing a slow leak in the cooling system.  Everything looks good,” I replied in way of explanation.

“Well, okay–then.  We just wanted to make sure you were all right.”  Her window rolled up, as I watched the large truck glide through the station and onto the access road.

“I love rural people,” I thought.  (This had not been the first time aid had been offered to me on a road trip through a rural area.)

There is something about country folks; they remember (and, I am concerned city folks in their numbers have almost forgotten) the life maxim:  We are here to help one another.