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Like many people I've seen angels. Angels have taught me many lessons
and brought me gifts of love and light. In quiet moments they've
spoken without words and sung without sound. I've thought a lot about
angels. For many years I had thought of angels as THEM,
superior to who I AM--a category of existence separate from me, above
me, beyond me. One day in 1991 I received a gift of beautiful words
flowing through me unexpectedly. It was the nucleus of the poem about
angels on the
previous page. Immediately, I sat
down and wrote the words as fast as I could as if I were taking
dictation. Then I went to my computer and in half an hour this was
what I heard in the soft wind of spirit.
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
Angels along the Nile
1
Angels
along the Nile 2
Angels
along the Nile 3
Angelic Portals of Dou�t
White Eagle Soaring: Dream Dancer of the 7th Fire
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
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