Dear angels, helping me to be. There\u2019s a platoon of them, some 25 – 35, I guess, though I don\u2019t know. More than 15 for sure, less than 70, but they do have access to liaison angels, consulting angels from another sphere, and so forth. The great God-of-Everything-Becoming is way too busy being a billion galaxies and near infinite numbers of atoms and germs and some sentient beings and all in those galaxies, so I don\u2019t call on personal attention from that source. I know I\u2019ll end up dissolving into it all in time and beyond time and it\u2019s none of my business. I mean, there\u2019s nothing at all I can do about it, not even give it any meaningful thought. But if I\u2019m a cell on the toe-skin of the Dancing Shiva Nataraj, then these guys (the angels) are my ankle bones. And in this analogy, the deeper parts of the spiritual essence, the legs, hips, heart, are so beyond the beyond that I can never ever know it.<\/p>\n
So I\u2019m apophatic, which means I voluntarily abdicate, consciously surrender, get very clear that I don\u2019t know and can never know and, truth be told, I don\u2019t really need to know. It\u2019s enough that I do my part to help God be \u201cborn,\u201d to promote the ongoing-ness of the Everything-Becoming.<\/p>\n
But this is too empty. I need to have something to surrender into. My wife suggested this and I think she\u2019s right\u2014it seems right. So I pondered and what seems true now is that it is this complex of angelic beings, my teachers, my caretakers, those who drop grace on me, those for whom setting up these synchronicities\u2014experienced as \u201ccoincidences\u201d\u2014is not a problem. I don\u2019t know how they do it, but then again, when I was four, I had no idea what paid for the food that came into the house.<\/p>\n
Then I saw the big Juniper tree out my back window blowing in the wind and saw \u201cthem\u201d waving at me, and I realized that my mandalas are a schematic picture of \u201cthem,\u201d a lovely tribute and celebration of what they do for me. Each angel is different and multi-dimensional\u2014as am I, also, though that awareness only half-peeks-into my awareness. If I think with any wonder at the different roles I tap into and the depth of the unknown feeding into these roles\u2014the singing and made up melodies, or dances, or whatever\u2014the point here is they\u2019re more than just \u201cme.\u201d<\/p>\n
So: \u201cHi Guys!\u201d I acknowledge that you\u2019re there. I know little of what and who you are but I know you absolutely are devoted to my coming forth into this life. On the whole you\u2019re amused and delighted by me, and sometimes you find yourselves figuratively rolling your eyes or glancing at each other with the \u201cI guess he\u2019s gonna have to find out the consequences of that desire (or attachment)\u201d look. But it all feeds into my pronoia\u2014the opposite of parania, the sense that you are trying to help me become a tiny bit more happy and enlightened. It\u2019s good to know you\u2019re there. I\u2019ll celebrate you by doing stuff with making or developing my mandalas.<\/p>\n
And as my wife says from her spiritual tradition is that all they really want is a bit of acknowledgment, and they delight in knowing you\u2019re just a bit conscious of your relationship with them. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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