Breath of the Angel **VERY** Long post & Story

"My greatest happiness consists precisely in doing nothing whatever that is calculated to obtain happiness."~Chuang Tzu

"There is no waiting for something to happen, no point in the future to get to. All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now." ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer Quotation taken from the poem "The Call" printed in the preface to: The Call: Discovering Why You Are Here

"When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed." ~Maya Angelou

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Today’s post is VERY long. It consists of a very raw rough draft of a story. This is a TRUE story. It is evidence of the miracles that are a part of humanity, and of the miracles that are a part of spirituality.

I wish you all many miracles and moments that make you know without a shadow of a doubt that there are forces at work in our life that we may not understand but should allow to work in us.

XO
~Muse

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Waves of pain came crashing against her. Each time she rode them trying to be the expert surfer rising above the crest to emerge triumphant, but each time the feeling was too much, too intense and she failed. Crying, falling, and tumbling over and over into the darkness of despair she wondered if an end was in sight. This pain had been going on for 4 days now and each time it felt as if the pain would be enough to kill her. Indeed she felt on more than a few occasions when gripped with the agony she felt, that perhaps death might be better. Constantly pressing at her was one question “Would this ever stop?”

Her thoughts distracted by fresh pain, she returned back to her present and the couch in which she sat, clinging tightly her mother’s hand. Her mother had raced over to comfort her as best she could when finally she had called upon her in tears begging for help. As each second of agony brought forth new tears, her mother watched her, her face showing concern. Knowing not what to do her mother decided finally that she would pray. She would pray for her daughter because that was all that could be done.

The familiar tones of the rosary being spoken aloud filled the room. Writhing on the couch in continual pain, she closed her eyes allowing a small irritation to take form in the back of her mind. She was annoyed that her mother would come here and pray…especially Catholic prayers. She did not care for Catholic prayers because she had concerns with the Catholic faith and the organized structure of the Catholic religion. Yet knowing this, her mother had still come and was praying now. She wondered when her mother would just stop praying because it wouldn’t work. But in the present, where the pain was freshest, she ignored the irritation and found she didn’t care if her mother prayed every prayer known to man, she just wanted the pain to stop.

Soon enough the words being spoken became a blur of sound filtering in to her ear. She could hear the prayer but not the words, hear the tone but not the annunciation of the prayer. Closing her eyes she moved without warning from the seat on her soft couch, to a standing position in a field of emerald green.

Her hair loose and long flowed gently cascading down to her shoulders, with only the top portion held gently at the crown by a ring of white roses. Turning and taking in the breathtaking views she saw the trees majestically tall, covered in green leaves incredibly full. The breeze picked up just then, the tree top swaying gently to a tune of life only seen, not heard. The sounds of birds and animals were heard all about her as the day in this magical place carried on around her as though she blended in perfectly to the environment, as though she belonged here. Turning a complete circle taking in the marvelously green fields of flowers of all varieties, she inhaled deeply the scent of freshness, something she hadn’t enjoyed in a while.

A stream in the distance caught her attention as it bubbled over the natural rock formations that time had left. Recognition and awareness came slowly almost descending on her when she saw the stream and the magnificent house in the background.

Looking down and smiling, she held the smooth velvet and satin material that was her dress. Lightweight and loose, it was bound only by a simple green sash at the waist. The material practically breathed with the fresh air of the balmy summer day.

Staring off at the house in the distance she heard the words clearly as if spoken yet her lips hadn’t moved a bit.

“My sanctuary”

Sounds filtered in to her consciousness, the sounds of words. She couldn’t make them out but was dimly aware that the sound was her mother praying. It became clearer to her then that she felt no pain. Indeed she felt nothing at all save for the breeze that graced her skin with its light touch. Her smile broadened as she realized all the years of visualization on her retreat had worked for here in front of her was the result; a place that she resided in where there was no pain. Turning and heading to the forest smiling running with her hands extended, brushing the tops of the tall grass, she laughed. Taking no more than 10 steps she saw in the distance through the trees a blinking light, almost twinkling. She stopped and squinted in the distance wondering with no alarm what that could possibly be?

She began to head towards the twinkling light and in a matter of dream seconds she was transported to a beach of magnificent perfection. The sands were white velvet she noticed as she stepped over them in her now bare feet. Warm and inviting the soft sand slipped between her toes as she moved. The single beach umbrella in pink, planted right at the shoreline caught her attention. A table to the left of the umbrella sat with a single glass of sparkling lemonade on it. The water beyond the shore was of such sapphire blue one could almost pull a real sapphire from its depths to know this was how it was lit…

The magic of this place was ethereal and to her dream infused mind heralded such reminiscence that her heart quickened knowing the minute she saw the umbrella, exactly where she had come. Again the words were whispered to her ear though she hadn’t spoken them aloud, of this she was certain.

“Her beach…”

Walking forward with such graceful languid speed she felt the dawning of magic embrace her. She knew the closer she got to the umbrella, the faster her heart beat, that something special was about to occur.

Turning her head slightly to the left a light appeared gathering form quickly. Unafraid she gazed at the apparition never blinking even though the light was immensely bright. Moving towards her faster the angel appeared. She had long curly brown hair and skin of the creamiest milky tone. Her eyes twinkled brown and her gown was made of light as opposed to being “real” material. Blinking, hesitant to believe what she saw, WHO she saw, she still reached out towards the angel as she recognized her at that moment yet was afraid that her hands would go right through her. She found as she reached her, when she opened her mouth to spill words of joy and sentiment of missing her, that no sound came out...a sign that she was meant only to listen.

The angel grasped her hands in her own with such vibrant warmth that immediately her heart began to fill overflowing almost instantly with love and joy. The angel began to speak to her as she hovered above her. Her lips moved but no sound came from them, rather the sound hovered in the air around her and about her. The words spoken were different than the words mouthed by the angel’s lips, a fact that did not startle her, but only gave her a seconds pause as she listened.

With a gentle start she realized she had heard these words before and it was these words that the angel spoke to her:

“You have a special gift. You have to get a special kind of mad to use it… The angels rescued you from the brink of death once and when they did they gave you this gift, and you must use it. They cry for you that you haven’t used it yet…but you must. Journiel, your angel, watches over you helping you, guiding you, but you must not be afraid of change. They know you’re afraid but you must not be. Never doubt this, you have a special gift given to you by angels.”

The angel squeezed her hands harder smiling gently, reaching to her and wiping ever so softly at the tears that had spilled from her eyes. Time nearly stood still in the eternal second that the two locked eyes. Love, understanding, awareness, and peace were shared in a that single connection.

The angel spoke again, this time her voice moved with her lips and she spoke directly to her… “You must go now, It is time to go back.”

The angel reached forward and embraced her in a hug of light that as soon as she touched her, dissipated in shimmering air. Nearly stumbling forward her momentum taking her so, she sat up directly on the couch where she had been sitting before.

Blinking trying to get reacquainted with the setting in which she found herself, slowly she became aware that her pain had subsided tremendously and that her mother’s prayers had stopped… When they did, she did not know, her sense of time had been lost to her.

She asked aloud “Did you finish your rosary?”

“Yes honey, I did… How do you feel?” her mother replied.

Haltingly she spoke unsure if she should reveal what she had seen and experience. Deciding against it, she simply said

“Strangely, I feel better. Not 100%, but better. I think I’m going to be okay now…”

©SKW

"When you talk, you repeat what you already know; when you listen,you often learn something."~ Jarren Sparks