Our Home among the stars
We are angels incarnate, come down from Heaven and cloaked in garments of flesh and bone taken up from the humus soil of the Earth to shine the light of love in the spirit of truth to steward the birth and creations of life.
Recently, a group of us in different parts of the globe gathered in the upper room of consciousness for an hour to extend a stable hand into an unstable world. We did this every day for three days. In this upper room we are adorned in garments of light, lovingly present to one another and intimately known as kindred spirits, here to do our Father’s bidding. Other smaller groupings of angels gather in “The Field” poet Rumi speaks of every week to hold the world in loving, healing hands, administering a radiant current of unconditional love.
These kinds of angelic gatherings are becoming more and more frequent in our world as more and more awakened souls retreat from involvement in worldly affairs to make themselves available to heavenly affairs, standing with feet firmly planted in the physical world, angels in veiled presence, extending a firm and confident collective hand holding an old world changing form as it surrenders the substance of its dismantling structures upward, giving form to a New World.
This is an historical event on planet Earth, and we are all privileged to be here at this time to play our individual and collective parts in the ascension process of a planet that is very special and precious to us and to our Lord and King.
In the day and time appointed, we will unveil our angelic presence in an apocalypse of Light, a revelation already in progress. Until that day and time, we remain cloaked in these blessed human garments. In that day all of the natural world will shine with light in the colors of the rainbow and darkness will be no more.
I resound with Handel’s proclamation in his immortal oratorio Messiah, based on Psalm 24:
“Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in . . . . Who is the King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.”
Back in the day I wrote and sang several songs, as many were doing. This song pops into mind as I write this post:
THE HAPPY SONG OF LIFE (5/20/91)
I see your face in the flow’rs that grace the path you place beneath my feet.
I see your face in the starlit sky that hovers high above my head tonight.
I see your face, yet the beauty lies within these eyes that see.
I hear your voice in the rippling sound of water rushing by as I draw near.
I hear your voice in the quiet space the stars embrace, their music fills my ear.
I hear your voice, yet the music sounds within the heart of me.
REFRAIN: The heavens play your music
While the Earth resounds the tone.
Your presence fills all the spaces
In my heart as in the sky.
So I’ll dance and sing the happy song of Life.
I feel your breath in the wind that blows upon my face and rustles through the trees.
I feel your breath in the storms that rage then quietly go — their passion fills me so.
I feel your breath as it ebbs and flows with every breath I take.
I know you’re here as I open to my world my very senses tell me so.
I know you’re here in the stillness of my heart and mind, your presence fills me so.
I know you’re here, and your spirit is the very life of me. (Refrain)
FINAL REFRAIN: The heavens play your music While the Earth resounds the Tone.
Let us join the celebration In our hearts as in the skies,
As we dance and sing the happy song of life.
I welcome any thoughts you may wish to share. Until my next post,
Be love. Be loved