Thursday, December 30, 2010

Finally (revisited)


How interesting and how cute (okay well they were kind of ugly too) the A-10 Warthogs were as they flew a sortie (sort of) over the park while I was out on my walk at around 3:30 this afternoon... almost exactly 24 hours after my last post entitled "Finally!".

How interesting indeed ... I wonder what their mission was as they flew westsouthwest to eastnortheast ... not altogether unusual considering the area, but still makes a person wonder.

I have noticed a number of fly-bys in recent months.  Almost makes one think they might be preparing for something???  Hmmm....

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Finally!

(following is an account of a recurring dream that I began having in my early 20’s ~ the dream had several different presentations and always ended the same - with me waking up LOL - but was always about the same subject; Disclosure)

It was early evening time, in the mid part of summer as the sky was clear and the temperature was still comfortable for shirt sleeves even though the sun was quickly making its exit behind the western horizon. The trees were clothed in their typically robust coverings of foliage. I stood with my father and three older brothers in the driveway of the house I had grown up in. We had all gathered for some reason ~ Mom was curiously absent; I think she’d already left us for the other side.

We stood there talking casually amongst ourselves. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as the conversation centered around things which I found less than interesting. The stars were beginning to peek
through the ever darkening blue fabric of the sky.

Just then four aircraft, which silhouetted against the sky looked like conventional fighter jets, flew over at breakneck speed, heading East to West, firing some sort of “laser pulse” weapon on an unseen enemy.
Well, that was something you don’t see every day! One of my brothers - the oldest who had been in the military - made an exclamation, wondering what on Earth was going on, and spewed some kind of rhetoric about national security. All I could do was stand and stare. And then a small group of quite different craft followed up close behind as if in pursuit of the jets.

These craft weren’t much bigger than the jets, appearing as illuminated discs glowing pastel shades of orange, blue and pink. Well now, THAT was REALLY something you don’t see every day!! My oldest brother ceased his rhetoric and we all stood quite speechless as the jets, one by one each winked out as if someone had flipped off a light switch. Poof, poof, poof, poof! Gone! Just like that!

And then the real show began.

From the West, sauntering across the sky like big lazy balloons came the rest of the fleet.

Starships.

Thousands of them by the look of it; in every size shape and color you could imagine. Some were illuminated like the little ones we’d seen just a few moments before and some were clearly of more conventional construct, still others were a curious hybrid, but all were clearly not of Earth. As the armada proceeded a few more military jets tried to intervene but were merely herded out of the way and disappeared as the first four had - into thin air.

Gradually the sky was filled to all four corners with ships of every shape, size and color, and as they processed they began to slow down until they all gently came to a stop and just hung there in the sky, completely silent, and completely motionless except for the occasional wink of lights on the underside of some of them.

We all stood there looking up with our mouths gaping open, unable to say a word.

But there was one word that I was thinking,

“Finally!”

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Heaven Is Singing Tonight - A Message From Archangel Ariel


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Heaven Is Singing Tonight - A Message From Archangel Ariel

(as received by Ariel DeAngelis Dec. 21, 2010)

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Heaven is singing tonight. The stars are shining brightly as the moon falls into shadow and all around are affected by the subtle pull of Love. It pulls you in and won’t let go. It shows you how good you’ve always been meant to feel. Love casts away all fears in the face of adversity and embraces All That Is in arms of warm acceptance.

The Future is here. Your new lives are at hand. Reach out your hand and accept the precious gift that you have been given. It is there for all so that Beauty, Peace and Joy will become your way of life. And Love, that luscious thing that you all crave will be something you will no longer feel the need to search for as it will be easily found right inside your own heart; so plentiful that you will quite have all that you think you can take, and then realize that there is plenty more to spread around. There is plenty of Love to give to everyone you encounter. No more will you live your lives requisitioning material things to try and fill the space which you had always believed was left by the one thing you thought you didn’t have; Love. No longer will you search endlessly, not even knowing what you are searching for. The Secret is up. The Cat is out. And the real secret is that there has never been a secret, only a lie. A lie that told you that you were never whole. A lie that told you that you were less than worthless. A lie which suggested that the only way to salvation was through suffering.

The truth is that you have always been a priceless jewel in the crown of All That Is. You have always been Love begotten of Love, and that Love which you are made of, which resides within your very heart is the Love which ties you directly to your Source, directly to All That Is. You are a part of everything that ever was, IS and ever will BE. How could you not be such a precious thing in all of our eyes?

Oh my Beloveds, My Beautiful Ones, come back to Love! Come back to the Love which is in your hearts and souls; that of which you are made! Your long slumber is over. The nightmare is done with. It’s time to awaken and start living your dreams; no longer dreaming your lives. Reach out as you never have before and bestow your Love on those near you. With just a look, or a whisper, or a gentle touch you can profoundly change a life that might not have mattered to you before, but just as you are, is a rare and precious thing. Make a difference that becomes contagious and show everyone just how easy it is to do something that you were made to do; Love.

And in the morning, when the sun rises on a new day, you will walk out into the Light and know that YOU helped to Make It possible. What a wondrous gift!! What wondrous Love!!

I AM Archangel Ariel, sending you such Beautiful and Profoundly Glowing Rays of Love Light to fill your Hearts and Souls!

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Monday, December 6, 2010

A Message From Archangel Michael - Let Me Tell You a Story



A Message From Archangel Michael

"Let Me Tell You a Story"

(as received by Ariel DeAngelis, December 5, 2010)

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The breeze blew soft against the face of the beach and the sand drifted first one way and then the other. Dried seaweed got a word in edgewise as the tide pulled up and rolled across the scene like snow in the desert; there one moment and gone the next.

Her feet slid across the sand as it went from dry to wet, making a scraping sound as they scuffed. The sun was almost gone over the horizon; a thin slice of silver still visible in the burgeoning night.

Loneliness - the feeling crept into her from afar and in the coming night she knew that he would not be there to save her from it. No, he was far away. But she had wanted it that way; she who was so excited about the forthcoming invitation to experience something so completely new that no one had ever experienced it before. She hoped in her heart that one day he would come for her, that somehow he would know how desperately she missed him and what a big mistake she now knew this had all been.

Hope. Such a new concept and yet in its very conception the implication that all was hope-”less” - the silent suggestion that she and all who, like her, had inadvertently given away their freedom, sold their souls for a chance to be part of the “New Creation” were actually, in fact, powerless to do anything to free themselves from the tyranny which they had so unwittingly fallen prey to. So here she was, alone. Betrayed. Fallen victim to a lie.

She fell to the wet sand and began to weep inconsolably, her tears falling to the sand and mixing with the rest of the saltwater there. A wave crept in and caressed her leg and foot as if to ask “Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help?” She shook her head and pulled away from the coolness of the water, got up, stumbled a few feet to drier ground, then collapsed and began sobbing. The wind carried the sound of her gasps down the beach with the sand.

Others who’d become stranded there looked on as they walked past her there on the beach. They could do nothing for her, for alas, they could do nothing for themselves; they too were trapped far away from home, for even though home was, is and would always remain in the heart, here in this place they had no access to their hearts. The blank, dazed recesses of what had become their minds was the only place that was left of what their souls could inhabit. And so in numbed mindlessness they set off across the beach, searching for meaning, searching for a Light that they could follow which might somehow resemble the Love they had left behind.

She looked up from her tear-soaked shrine, and cried at them strangling on her own words as her sobs threatened to suffocate her “Where are you going?!” she cried. No one even bothered to turn and look at her. “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” she insisted. Most kept walking, but one turned to look at her just as he began to pass her, and he said briefly, “We’re going to take our turn”.

“What turn? What do you mean?!” she managed to ask through her weeping.

“We’re going to take our turn, and turn around and come back… don’t you know how it goes?” to which she replied,

“no, how does it go?”

“When we’re done here with this time through, we go and discard this garment,” he made a referencing gesture at his own body, “but only after it’s worn out, and then trade it in for another. The only catch - we have to come back here afterward…” and he walked on leaving her as if he’d not even seen her or said anything to her at all.

“What do you mean ‘worn out’?’ … what is that? she thought. Her mind reeled as she tried to comprehend “worn out”. Yes she remembered hearing mention of this concept - it was one of the things that had never been attempted in a creation before. Worn out - gotten all the good out of that you’re going to get, and when it’s gone, it’s just plain no good anymore and quits working altogether.

The death of the physical body had never been conceived of before, much less ever attempted, and here they were, on automation, made so that they would eventually wear out and break down…
_ _ _

The grinding noise from the dishwasher brought her out of her half comatose state - she’d been experiencing that a lot lately. “Oh God!” she said in reference to the grinding sound coming from the machine, “ they don’t make them like they used to…” and she casually wondered if they had ever made them to last forever.

She opened the dishwasher door and water dripping from the propellers inside sounded like rain falling in a garden pool. The grinding stopped. So she closed the door again and after a few seconds the machine resumed its cycle… complete with grinding noise. She didn’t want to deal with it, so she ignored it and walked into the living room and sat down. She figured that if this one broke they’d just throw it away and get a new one… isn’t that the way things worked in this day and age? Nope, they sure don’t make them like they used to…

… a foreign thought, something like a memory briefly tickled the back of her brain.

“What was that?” she wondered… a brief glimpse of some other life, some other way, of simply living forever, or if one wanted to simply step out of the body as it dissipated like so much mist on a summer morning and into a newly crafted one of their own design that lay nearby awaiting this very action… what a strange thought.

And the memory of someone saying “I’ll come after you! You can’t stop me, you know! I WILL find you and bring you back!” beckoned her from afar…

“Oh silly Love, I won’t be gone forever. I’ll come back” she found herself thinking the words at him. Then she suddenly realizing what she had done and sat up and looked around her as if she’d sensed that someone had just walked into the room. She said “What the….! What the hell was that?” and then in her mind‘s eye…

Light! Bright insanely painful to look at but irresistibly beautiful Light - and lots of it!! Then another light split off from the main light; then a second light split off from him and she subsequently split as he did again and so on like cells forming in a body, and suddenly all of creation stood there before her eyes, and in the blink of an eye she saw it all happen up to the point where she sat there on the sofa in her living room contemplating it all.

A sudden wave of nausea swept over her and she remembered waves on the sand lapping at her foot and leg. She stood up and the room suddenly jolted out from under her as her equilibrium was lost to vertigo, and she pitched forward onto the floor.

Suddenly she tasted the saltwater on her lips and smelled the sea and the sand and remembered such a sad lost feeling… and she remembered him…

He remembered her, as millennia before the leading edge of the fleet had fallen into orbit around the small blue planet. What could she possibly have seen in this place? What special allure it had had for her he could not fathom. For the first time since the initial “split” from Source he had consented to become incarnate to help facilitate her Ascension back to the higher frequencies, back to where he was. She had been here a long time, but he knew that it was necessary to let her come here. In so doing she would be the catalyst for all the others who had been tricked into selling out their freedom for a chance to lead a different kind of existence within the New Creation, to reclaim their God-hood; a chance to discover that, yes indeed there was a way out, back to where they had come from if they would so choose.

And now he was incarnate himself and in charge of a vast Galactic Fleet intent on reclaiming this planet and surrounding quadrant from the one who had usurped it for use in the “New Creation“, further enabling the anticipated Ascension of the planet and Her inhabitants back to the higher realms. He also had the perfect opportunity to reunite with his One True Love, the second split from Source; Eve to his Adam.

Of course he wasn’t going to do it alone. All of his Brothers and Sisters had joined him on the journey and would assist in the whole process, contacting and interacting with Brothers and Sisters who had jumped at the chance to become incarnate themselves and watch the whole thing unfold from the “inside”, on the planet surface, as intimate participants in a Universal plan that had been in the works for eons upon eons, since the beginning of Creation itself.

He had waited through all her lives for her to awaken, following her every move and providing assistance whenever warranted. And finally the day came when she took the chance to call out to him, querying, was he still there? And he answered, thanking Source that she had finally remembered who he was, who she was.

And now to sit and wait for the rest of the Planet to awaken, for only in the awakening could assistance be granted. Only through nurturing the Ascending Souls and allowing them to reach higher vibration, a higher knowing, could assistance be asked for by them. With his Love strategically positioned on the planet surface, he knew it would be only a short while before Love would find its way back into the hearts of all who dwell there…

I AM Archangel Michael - I hope you liked my story. {smile, wink}

Monday, November 29, 2010

Light A Candle - A Message From Archangel Michael



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A Message From Archangel Michael

“Light A Candle”

(as received by Ariel DeAngelis, November 28, 2010)

Distractions, distractions… so many distractions, and yet how many of your are completely unaware that you are being distracted? Distracted by what precisely? Anything and everything that can be thrown at you in the guise of what is real and useful and necessary and tragic in your “real” lives, or what you have been led to believe is “real”.

And what are you being distracted from you might ask - your true nature? your connectedness to your Divinity? your connectedness to Source? the Truth about the Oneness of All That Is?

Many of you I know will not even read this - distracted from your true essence by rhetoric that is being fed to you that these such things are no such things and that anything having to do with a Spiritual nature is not real. I choose to have Faith however, that by the simple act of these words being typed out by this channel and the energy that she carries within her, that these words will at least be felt by the majority of whom they need to reach without ever having to actually have been read.

Let me continue… you live your lives everyday bombarded by news, which is really olds because it has already happened and in fact hasn’t been news for a long long time…. you keep hearing the same story, in a different format, being repeated over and over and over again. You’ve heard the term “history repeats itself”? Well consider that history being that which has gone before does not have to be old in order for it to repeat itself. And this seems to have been a sure thing where those who would like to distract you are concerned, for in their successful efforts to distract you they have distracted you to the point where you no longer acknowledge the fact that the history that keeps repeating itself is recent because you are so distracted by these things that handicap you, that burry you in worry, that you have no concept of what is “real” anymore.

No, quite in fact you are now being lied to with “made up” history that keeps repeating itself. How crafty!

Take a look around and ask yourselves, how much of what you see happening in your world today resonates the truth to you? How much more outlandish, yet just upon the edge of believable do they have to get before everything will click into place for you, that these things just are not real. How could they be? Remember how it was when you were a child? Do you ever remember such things happening in the world back then? And it wasn’t just because no one was reporting what was happening, it was because in fact there was no reason to fabricate lies to keep you in fear. Today, at the very moment that I am dictating this to this channel, however, there is a very good reason for fabricating things to keep you in fear.

You, We, Earth Herself, and in fact all of Creation is on a threshold of salvation of sorts - not salvation wherein someone will come in at the last moment and rescue you, but rather you yourselves will be the catalyst for help by helping yourselves, by rising above the din that currently drowns out the call of your Higher Selves to align with them and step up to an existence of Love and Joy based Living. It is in the best interest of those who distract you to keep you in fear, for through the distraction of fear Love is but a distant whisper. Listen… it’s calling you. Love is calling you - each and every one of you.

Just imagine for a moment one ecstatic feeling deep inside you and how it fills every corner of your being, body, mind, heart and soul. Then imagine that feeling spreading beyond the confines of yourself to the person standing nearest you, and from them to the person standing nearest them and on and on into infinity until every person on the face of the Planet is feeling that warm fuzzy feeling that can only be Love… And there will ALWAYS be enough to go around. It starts with Loving yourself, and like a candle flame lighting another candle, it gets passed on and on and on, until the whole World is alight in Love.

Did it occur to you that perhaps this is already happening? That even though it is not on exactly a grandiose scale, but that people all over the Planet are awakening to what True Unconditional Love really is and that we can give it out not having to worry about whether we’ll get anything in return because the Wellspring of this Love Source is right inside you all the time, just waiting for you to take a nice long draught of its pure clear and refreshing Energy?

This is happening, again even as I am dictating this message to this channel. And in fact I hereby infuse this message with this feeling of Love so that each and every one of you even if you have never felt it before and even of those of you who will never read this message will know exactly what it feels like… Can you feel it now? Its powerful isn’t it?! (smile) I knew you’d like it! I haven’t met a One of you yet who isn’t completely captivated by it!!

Carry it forward with you!! Light the candle of the person standing next to you!! Let it spread like wildfire from now throughout all eternity, because it is by the Light of this Love that you will make to see your way clear of the confusion, of the distractions that you have been besotted with in your everyday lives!! Let the Power of Love Be your Everyday Life and you will NEVER have to live in fear again!! Ever!!

I AM Archangel Michael and I send you such profound feelings of True Unconditional Love to spread forth into the World. Make a habit of it! (smile)
 

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Past Lives and Rosaries

Not long after I moved to the East Coast I had another "memory"; a full blown "vision" of being in a past life.  In the vision I was a young girl, probably early to mid-teens, a scullery maid working in the kitchens of a land baron somewhere in Europe - I'm not sure of the time period however, I looked up castle pictures on the internet and found one in Belarus (Lida Castle) that gives me a shiver when I look at it...

Not the good kind of shiver either... this castle was  built in the 14th century, which would be congruous with the era in which I "feel" this life took place... (and I’m not saying that this is the actual castle or geographical area that it took place it, it just reminds me of it) so maybe I was a little known "Joan of Arc" predecessor who just didn't get very far in her endeavors before she met her end - burning at the stake.  I really can't relate any memories of that particular lifetime that really seem synonymous with what Joan of Arc did in her "career" as it were. 

I do remember that the baron had a thing for me, of which his advances I rebuffed as best I could.  I'm nearly certain that I was beaten and raped multiple times while in the service of that particular person.  He was a madman, quite literally.  I can remember very clearly at one point exiting a section of hallway in one section of the wall that surrounded the castle, and heading across a mostly empty central courtyard to the one of the towers.  Once inside I did whatever it was that I had gone there to do... there was a loud commotion in the courtyard ... everyone left and went to where the commotion was coming from, except for me.  I stayed put for some reason.  Then I worked my way back around via inside corridors to where I had initially exited the wall to cross the courtyard (which as I recall, as a servant/slave was totally against the rules but I must have felt I could get away with it since no one was around). 

I think I must've forgotten something because I went to the same door to cross the courtyard again to go back to the tower, and there before me in the courtyard lay a veritable carnage... an utter blood bath.  The baron for some unknown reason, had ordered everyone to be slaughtered... hmmm.  The baron's guardsmen/men-at-arms saw me, but for some reason they just stood and stared at me as if they were seeing a ghost or something... maybe it was beyond their comprehension that anyone had escaped the slaughter... maybe they were too abashed at the thought that they'd missed one... but interestingly enough they let me go.  Horrified, I had to cross the courtyard again to get to where I could pass through the gate and escape... one of the guardsmen actually escorted me.  Cover in blood - yes it was that bad even just walking through it - I left the castle grounds. 

Fast forward to present day:

One morning this spring... probably in April or May (2010), after loving each other, Michael and I were lying side by side, very close, touching... he was on his side partly overlapping me as I lay on my back.  My arm was outstretched, palm open and facing up.  His hand was nestled partially closed in my open palm.  He pressed his lips up against my cheek and kissed me and then said in a very soft voice "Here, I wanted you to have this..." and then from his hand into my open palm I felt something materialize.  I could distinctly feel a string of beads laying neatly in my palm, all coiled up.  I sat up and opened my palm and holding onto one end of the string of beads let its length fall from my hand. 

It looked like a very old/antique rosary... or some kind of prayer beads.  Each bead was about 1cm across, round, and made out of some kind of light red colored stone... I wanted to say garnet, maybe... the string, doubled, hanging from my hand might have measured about 16 to 18 inches, and there was a rough hewn cross made of what looked like tortoise shell hanging from it.  Hmmm... okay well it didn't look like any rosary I'd ever seen before (it lacked all the little medals and spacer beads that are used in more modern rosaries; so you can keep your place while you're praying I guess you wouldn't want to say more than you need to now, LOL), yet I was nearly certain that this is what it was intended to be.  Why was he giving it to me?  I'd never prayed the rosary, well not since I was a little kid anyway... I looked at it and then I looked at him and I said, "This is really sweet and thoughtful of you, and I really appreciate the sentiment, but I don't now, nor have I ever really prayed the rosary."  I took it at put it over his head and hung it around his neck and I said "Maybe it would be better if you kept it for me..."  and he said, "No, I want you to have it.  I will go well with the other one I gave you."

Well, by this time I'm getting really confused ... what other one?  I insisted that he keep it, but he was very insistent also repeating "but it will go well with the other one I gave you..." he continued "It's yours, it belongs to you and I'm returning it to you".   Okay, it's mine, he's returning it to me and it will go well with the other one that he gave me???  So, I'm thinking really hard and trying to figure out what he's trying to tell me... I only have two rosaries - a red one that my best friend bought for me at an estate sale, and a blue one that I found.....

OH MY!  Yes, I remember the day that I found the other one... during the same time period that I was going through my separation and divorce (in the Spring of 1997 - 13 years prior)... I believe it was after the second time that I had asked Michael to leave and not to come back (for those of you who don't know this story, I'll be including it in my "About Me" section in the near future).  I was out shopping at the local mall to buy myself some new clothes because I had lost so much weight that my old clothes were literally falling off me.  It had rained that afternoon, and as I went back out to my car after I made my purchases, I saw something glinting on the pavement just outside my driver's side door.  I wasn't going to bother with it at first thinking that someone had discarded a piece of broken jewelry, or perhaps it had broken and fallen off the person and they never noticed.  But ever the treasure hunter that I am, I decided to take a closer look and there laying on the ground half in a puddle of water was this rosary.  

I picked it up.  It was completely intact.  I looked around but there weren't any cars or even people near my car.  And I thought that it was strange that anyone would just drop their rosary like that and not notice it... especially one like that.  The beads were little pale blue glass hearts each with a cross stamped in the middle of it, and a sterling silver crucifix hanging from it.... Yes... I remembered now.

I still have that rosary.  I didn't know what to think... I kind of still don't know what to think.  But there it is, plain as day.  What a precious relic.
This is the actual rosary that I found...
I asked Michael later about the antique one that he said he was returning to me, and he told me that during the lifetime that I described part of to you above, I had taken my one cherished possession - the garnet bead rosary with the tortoise shell cross - and had left it at a St. Michael shrine as an offering that my prayers for protection from the land baron would be answered... I guess it worked... Interestingly as I searched for photos of actual rosaries/and or reproductions of such from this era, I did come across a number of very simply stated ones that, like the one Michael tried to return to me, were made of largish beads (some of them had garnet beads) with no spacers; and also to note I had read that past the 13th century rosaries in general started becoming more and more elaborate, which would lend credence to the one that Michael had presented to me as being a cherished possession, possibly an old family heirloom…



One Knee

You appeared to me and said, “Come with me!”

So I took your hand and off we shot across the sky like two stars falling up.  Up, up and over in a Grand Arc northward we flew, coming to rest in the sky, over the top of a glorious, deep blue lake. 

 

Louise.

Banff. 

Alberta.

High Granite cliffs as a backdrop and the sun setting in the sky, glowing through the clouds casting delicate shades of peach and pink across them.

I felt so peaceful there with you; the soft breeze that should have froze us where we stood, blowing gently through your hair, making wisps of the soft golden waves, and the folds of your ivory poet’s shirt ruffled and played against your bare skin.  The thin gold circlet at your brow glinted in the fading rays.

You paused a moment then reached up and plucked the Evenstar from the sky and fashioning a dainty crown out of it, placed it on my head and said “I want you to be my Queen”.

I nodded graciously, not knowing what to say, except “I will be your Queen”.

Then you genuflected, and holding my right hand in both of yours, so soft and warm, you said “I want you to marry me”.

And I answered, “But My Love, we are already married,” and you said “I know, I still want you to marry me”.  To which I replied “Alright, I’ll marry you.  I would love to marry you”.

Strong arms and Angel wings enfolded me and time stood still in our embrace.  A moment forever, an everlasting instant, etched forevermore into my memory.