So, last night was full of synchronicity. I was leading a guided meditation and at one point deep into the visualization, I asked everyone to open the inner doors that they normally keep shut to their True Souls. I asked them to notice the intense beauty–just like when a blue bird opens her wings to dart into the grasses–it’s stunning. At that moment, as if on cue, someone outside must have noticed the full moon rising, because she exclaimed, “Oh, it’s so beautiful!” Our souls are stunningly beautiful when we catch glimpse of them, or let someone in so close that it takes our breath away.
I made myself get out of bed at 1:30 in the morning last night, and it was worth it. The sight of the blood moon eclipse was otherworldly. I could have been living on some faraway planet. I bundled up and stepped out to our backyard. I needed to commune with the moon as she cleansed herself of anger and fear and unforgiveness–as she went into the red of the darkness and was wrung clean. She seemed to emerge brighter than ever after the clearing was over. She was so brave, to let go and trust the process.
While I was outside, I said prayers of forgiveness. I could feel the Angels literally reaching into our hearts; clearing out, wringing out the old and the dead; preparing us for expressions of Joy we can’t even yet imagine. And I spoke aloud blessings for all my loved ones, and especially for the earth: “May we forgive all that is done and undone. May we know true happiness. May our earth have love.” As I spoke these last words, in that very moment, a shooting star fell underneath the moon. My wish for love for our planet was granted. Isn’t it stunningly beautiful when, like the moon, we are brave enough to let go and be cleared out, trusting the dark phase, so that we can be renewed and set free to let forth even more of our true light?
“In fact, all babies see angels and spirits, but at about the time children start to talk they begin to be told what’s real and what’s not real, and so if things are not solid like their toys, then they are told that they are only pretend. Young children are conditioned and lose the ability to see and experience spiritual things. Because education starts earlier nowadays, fewer people are talking to angels….” -Lorna Byrne in Angels in My Hair: The True Story of a Modern-Day Irish Mystic
Yesterday, I was pushing a young friend of mine on a swing. She and I have an easy way of communicating with each other, though her speech is limited to “up” and “bye-bye” and simple utterances like that. The swing next to her was empty but she insisted, with an “up” and much pointing that I push that swing also. I began to wonder who was sitting there…was it her guardian angel? I imagined her looking a lot like my companion, only with wings. I thought she would be laughing as we were, swinging gayly. Any time the swing slowed, the young one would notice, and point, “up, up!” Yes, my dear, up up and away!
Then, I flashed back to my days swinging alone-but not alone-out in the country in Iowa. The swing set faced a sweeping valley. And if you were turned toward the wide open country, you could soar. My dear friend Leo would swing with me. Though he was a lion, I saw nothing strange about this. He was as real as anything else I saw in this world-maybe more so. I don’t remember him showing himself to me again, but on the swing, I could see his golden mane perfectly. I felt him with me a good while, maybe until I went to kindergarten.
Dearest parents, give your children time to dream in the daylight! Give spaciousness to their days, allowing for alone time and silence. Let the breeze be their companion, their play date! They will feel their angels then. And give just an inkling of imagination to this thought: “What if their angels are real? What if I could see them?” Just this thought will create space for them to know that what they are seeing IS REAL.