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Do you suppose that angels are not "other than?" Perhaps separating beings into categories and hierarchies is the lingering illusion from a mechanistic and scientific world-view that makes us seem small and hides us from our True Self. We have forgotten Who we really are. Even our spiritual reality is shaped by forces that narrow our vision, and we experience life unconscious of the self-imposed limitation. Must angels always have wings? Do they shine with celestial light? Can they only be found in numinous, miraculous events outside the "natural" world? Can there be "super-natural" existence in a UNIverse, the All that Is ONE? In the Oneness, isn't there a seamless wonder of Being? Are angels and miracles natural and commonplace and we need only know how to look, to understand with our heart as well as our mind? Then I lived the answer to my questions during a winter holiday in Mazatlan, Mexico. It was warm, friendly, and enchanting, an exciting change of pace from a biting cold spell in Minnesota. All day and all night the Pacific Ocean pounded on the Mexican coast in front of our hotel. Often the sounds of the busy street were lost in the sound of the crashing surf--The Paseo Olas Altas was named for the high waves. In the mid-afternoon of our second day in Mazatlan, my companions and I decided to go to the small beach one block away instead of traveling two miles to the beaches of the Gold Zone, the tourist area. After towels had established our territory, Sue settled in to read, Teri to watch her little children, Mary, Steve, Jesse, and Linda plunged into the surf, and I searched the nearby rocks for interesting forms of life. But my four surf-riding friends seemed to be having so much fun that I decided to venture closer to the heaving waves. The undertow was deceptive, making it seem at times as though we were in shallow water. Teri was worried about everyone's safety, shouting for her mother to come back nearer to the shore. Her concern signaled caution, so I made certain that my feet could hold me against the pull of the ocean. Then Jesse appeared, pushing his friend, Linda, toward me, asking me to help get her back to shore. She seemed frightened. I moved forward three steps...and I was swept off my feet. Now I was in danger, too. As I tried to swim toward shore I seemed to be getting farther away. Steve and Jesse were trying to help their mother toward shore. Soon I seemed to be all alone. I tried to swim, but the surf would rise quickly and surprise my lungs with salty water instead of air. I cried for help but I could see no response on the beach. The world seemed indifferent to my plight. "Help me!" I shouted. "I can't do this anymore!" My arms felt heavy and almost useless. For a moment I considered just letting go. But the saltwater stung my lungs. "Help me!" Soon I could only whisper, "Help me!" Sometimes the beach would disappear only to appear again as I rose on yet another swell, each time farther from safety. Even if, by some miracle, the waves would cease pummeling me and the sea stop pulling me farther from shore, I would not have had enough strength to get back to safety by myself. I needed help. I could only think a cry for help. (Help) Suddenly a man was at my side pushing a surfboard toward me. I grasped the board with grateful relief and held on with all the strength I could muster. Other men came to help rescue me--one on the front of the board, another behind, and another towing. I couldn't put my head down on the board to rest yet. The waves continued to break over us as we struggled toward shore. Whatever energy I had left I used to help kick toward shore. I saw Mary being towed toward shore on another surfboard. I had thought that she'd already gotten ashore. Finally, as I rode the board into ankle deep water, I saw Mary lying motionless on the sand. Stumbling weakly onto the beach beside her, I saw her move. She was alive. I collapsed onto the sand, head toward the sea to let the sea water drain from my lungs. Never had sand felt so good on my face! All over the beach people were ministering to the five of us. Steve, Jesse, and Linda had made it to safety on the rocks only to be seriously injured by the spines of the sea urchins. They were taken to the nearby military hospital for emergency care. After recovering enough strength to walk I began to wobble back to my hotel helped by a man who identified himself as Ed. I asked him to get the names of the people who had helped us so I could thank them later. Later when I asked Ed about the near disaster, he told me that the previous year a 14-year old girl had drowned in the same area. And he told me that there had been an off-duty lifeguard from another city visiting the beach that day. "What were their names?" I asked. "I wrote their names down for you," he replied, handing me the folded note paper. I unfolded the paper and read their names....Raphael....and Gabriel. And smiled. Angels must have a sense of humor, too. © 1994, allen aslan heart Arthur Douet, Artist of the Angelic
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This is a crazy world. What can be done? Amazingly, we have been mislead. We have been taught that we can control government by voting. The founder of the Rothschild dynasty, Mayer Amschel Bauer, told the secret of controlling the government of a nation over 200 years ago. He said, "Permit me to issue and control the money of a nation and I care not who makes its laws." Get the picture? Your freedom hinges first on the nation's banks and money system. That's why we advocate using the Liberty Dollar, to understand the monetary and banking system. Freedom is connected with Debt Elimination for each individual. Not only does this end personal debt, it places the people first in line as creditors to the National Debt ahead of the banks. They don't wish for you to know this. It has to do with recognizing WHO you really are in A New Beginning: A Practical Course in Miracles. You CAN take back your power and stop volunteering to pay taxes to the collection agency for the BEAST. You can take back that which is yours, always has been yours and use it to pay off your debts. And you can send others to these pages to discover what you are discovering. Disclaimer: The statements on www.real-dream-catchers.com have not been evaluated by the FDA. These dream catchers are not intended to diagnose nor treat nor cure any disease or illness © 2007, Allen Aslan Heart / White Eagle Soaring of the Little Shell Pembina Band, a Treaty Tribe of the Ojibwe Nation |