Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Celestial Choirs Call


Angels of light, dance with delight rejoicing in You. Always loving you beyond your wildest imagination, these vibrant messengers of divine wisdom, love and creative power have been waiting for eons for you to see what they see, inviting you to fathom the depths and heights of who you are, what you are, who and what we are all together. 

As their strong radiant wings reach out to you, they invite you to step out of your sad, lonely, solitary cell; and accept the sword of the spirit imbued with the master's creative alchemy to stir you from your cosmic coma, radically change your mind, your life and the world, even reaching beyond this one into countless other worlds. 

Aching and longing, they hope you would see the magnificence of which you are a vitally important and creative part.

Anonymously, their harmonic light lifts you higher with each cresting and falling breath you take, weaving among your dreams and prayers, gently awakening you moment by moment until one day you see you are a radiant brilliant creative being, more lovely than a summer shooting star and in the company of others equally as priceless and precious with whom you share your divinity on our beautiful blue sphere, spinning in space to the sound and rhythm of their joyous symphony.

Oh, you cool, logical scientists can't you see this magnificent creation extending beyond your telescopic reach? Could it really just be a random cosmic soup that somehow created itself out of chemical spark plugs and autonomic reactions?  What if you loosened your grip on your heart, opened your mind to another dimension within you which can see, which can feel and love and enter into this gorgeous wildly out of control dance of life that extends far beyond your limited horizons and deeper within your dim consciousness, connecting the inner mind with the outer expanding universes?

Do you really think the eyes that see these beautiful Hubble space photos, the mind which gasps in awe at the grand infinity which stretches the soul beyond its tiny compartments aren't seeing through an even larger lens, a universal intelligence, that Whom we have for millenia called "God"?
  
Just to wonder at creation's onward movement to life is a miracle.  Just to allow yourself to be freed from its temporal prison cell and expanded by your joy in the awareness that you are part of it all, is marvelous beyond words.  

You who are a conscious child of an ingenius universal creative intelligence of ultimate conscious being hood, hold a vitally important place on this cosmic cobweb. Without you there would be a hole, a rip, in the fabric of all that is.  Can you imagine for just one sparkling moment how important you are and in that imagining see how your cooperation with life, with love, with creation itself, makes it more, lifts you - and all of us - higher into the finer states, brighter lights through which we all might spiral closer to heaven, like a flock of sparrows flying as one over the sea. 

While it is your destiny to join the angelic choir, it is also your choice. In this moment, in this very tiny fleeting second, you will choose divinity and eternity or more despair.

Don't you think we've kept our holy custodians waiting long enough?  Isn't it time we listened more closely to their love radiating back to us in the eyes of another, in the longing and love of another, in our own heart's compassionate embrace of another?   

Today we could begin the journey back to who we always were meant to be, divine children of an awesome, breathtakingly beautiful, loving, creative universal genius. 

Today we could remember who we are - each and every one a star in the night sky, part of the canopy of creation, brilliant and wise far beyond anything we know.  We just have to let go of this tightly clenched tarp which blocks our view.  It's old and tattered anyway and it's high time we let it fly away in the wind to behold that ancient city of light, still glistening in the moonlight and beckoning our return.


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