Forward - Angels

Before I'm getting closer to sharing more information about the archangels, I would like to clarify that I was a toddler with no idea about angels or even had attached names to them.

The first time I actually recognize something, I couldn't really find words to explain it to humanity.

I was on a plane. The sensation I received wasn't strange to me; I just never questioned it and lost its presents.

It is an indescribable connection when you interrogate the thoughts that appear in your mind, those you feel you hadn’t created. It just popped up out of nowhere.

On other occasions, you pull strongly to an image connected to the word that crosses your mind, leading you to an action or memory you cannot explain. Then it seems different, just reacting to the sensation that happens.

But the truth is, in the present moment, everything happens in a blink of an eye. Therefore, it seems to be something the mind made up to fool you, and you start to ignore it. Why? Because you have not been taught what to do with the thoughts that enter your mind from your subconscious.

Instead, be curious about your; own feelings – words- thoughts- visions- intuition – receptions. We learn to repeat the teachings of our surroundings and upbringing. As a toddler, you're an observer. All the experiences and differences the body undergoes are in a state of awareness of what it attracts into your now.

From my view as an observer, I asked my mind: Will I return home at some point? I couldn't describe this or picture it had the power to speak in a way I easily understood, which was over my feelings.

As I asked it if I might return home, it seemed to stay silent. I had the idea of feeling a long distance as if there was an extended time passed. It was such a long time that the thought of returning home slightly began to dissolve, but clearly, it was a special feeling. There was a well-known feeling that felt like I'm home.

At that very moment, I just knew all was going to be all right, and I will be able to return, but it would take a while. Meanwhile, I would accept what I was drawing close to face as a learner – a faculty that features a beginning and an end. You are free to go… and to return to whatever you are feeling is home.

Looking within the direction of the seat I was given, I was shortly advised to require a place. Actually, I was not too fond of the sensation connected with this trip. It had taken time.

Before something quiets down, I used to be reminded that I was going to be all right…we are with you right along the way.

Whatever that meant, I didn't know at the time, but deep within, I accepted that I was to be close to undergoing something. Heavy-hearted and sad I knew it'd come to an end. I would be ok and able to return home, but it'll take time.

See you next month ……