Angels

Embracing one’s journey means being ready for change.

To be ready, one has to be open and receptive.

This morning I searched for an explanation of what I experienced in my dreams; the kind of dreams that seem real, so real you get confused, almost trapped between two realms; that of sleep and wake.

Before going to bed, I went through the usual ritual of walking Jack around and under the trees near the cottage.

The moon was full and very bright…it had risen late.

The night was still and the moon was rising in a cloudless sky.

The West of Ireland enjoys many nights of star-filled skies and amazing moons, but last night there was a strange feeling in the air…something akin to an ethereal experience.

My rational mind simply couldn’t engage with it; I couldn’t explain what I was feeling.

I must have fallen asleep quite quickly after going to bed, for the dreams I experienced seemed to go on and on.

My dreams were filled with angels, small moth-like beings that were also fairies, yet I knew there were angels.

Isn’t it a strange experience to have rational thoughts in a dream and “know,” what things are about?

As I walked through what appeared to be the world, the angels flew around and around like butterflies, whispering to me and making me smile.

I don’t know what they said, but the whispers were happy and reassuring in their tones.

Recently, like many of you, I have felt anxious and disturbed to see what humanity has done; atrocities committed and the blood of innocent children spilled so casually.

The threat of war prevails.

Weather has become violent and unpredictable.

All around, this violence pollutes the Earth and humankind.

We stand near a precipice and dare not acknowledge it!

However, upon waking, all my anxieties had disappeared…I felt renewed!

I have felt for a very long time, indeed for the past ten years, that the Earth is trying to communicate with us.

Mother Earth is desperate for us to live in peace with her, rather than against her!

Living in the simple way I do has allowed me time and space to consider her.

There are no distractions at Bealtaine Cottage, no TV, radio or harsh intrusions, yet still I sense the formidable force of what lies beyond the gardens…it is dark indeed!

There is a mighty transition taking place and those who would destroy are on a final rampage across our Sacred Earth.

In the midst of all this darkness, I believe there are forces of light, unseen at most times, but gathering and sharing strength.

Yes, we are living in a time of Apocalypse, but please, remember what the true meaning of the word really is…’lifting of the veil.’

Take heart…we are not alone.