I sit here gazing at a blank page. The page is blank, but my thoughts are not. I have the urgent need to express some of them, but don’t know exactly where to start. I like being so consumed by an activity that my feelings about whatever I am thinking becomes a reality (well, eventually).
I planned to mow the grass, but the dew is still heavy. Instead, I decided to pull weeds on this cool Spring morning. About a half hour into weeding, I happened to look up to the sky when I heard the rumble of a large transport plane heading north. My first thought as I curiously watched the plane, was Tattoo standing next to Mr. Roarke. He was pointing to the eternal blue sky over Fantasy Island informing his boss he saw, “Da plane, da plane.” Then as quick as my jumbled up thoughts about an old television show left my mind, my thoughts drifted to angels. It was no surprise to me to be thinking of angels when I saw the military aircraft, and I couldn’t help but say a short prayer asking God to protect our men and women serving in the military, especially my nephew.
When I look to the sky, somewhere amongst my thoughts is always God and His wondrous creations, and how very fortunate we are to be a part of His plan. I also relate the level of clouds to the nine celestial hierarchies of Angels. I attended Catholic school, and was utterly fascinated by angels. We didn’t learn as much as I would have liked, so I studied about them on my own, Seraphim, Cherubim, Orpanim, Thrones, Dominions, Principalities (prince of angels), Powers, Archangels, and Angels (our guardian angel). I was taught at an early age, God assigns one guardian angel to each person as a spiritual friend for the person’s entire life on Earth. From the moment we are born, to the day we die, we are surrounded by their watchful care and intercession. Beside each believer stands an angel as protector and shepherd leading that person to eternal life.
Back then, that was a lot of information for a young mind to ponder. It disturbed me knowing an unseen entity is watching over my every move, like dressing, bathing and going to the bathroom (yes, these are things kids think about). I eventually got over musing about those trivial events and wondered if intuition was actually my guardian angel talking to me through subliminal messages, or thoughts. In my mind it was, and therefore, I took heed of most of those messages. Several times, I avoided accidents or something told me not to do what I really wanted to do, making me a believer in “trust your gut.” I have also heard that angels are thoughts or messages from God. Yes, there is much to be said about the subject of angels, far more than I am educated to write about. I never studied Theology and can only express what I believe in and have experienced. And, this is what I believe about angels.
How can you not believe in angels when you hear a children’s choir?
I believe my friend when she says Seraphim has comforted her after the loss of her husband.
I believe the look of serenity on my mother's and my mother-in-law’s face before they passed away was due to their angels taking them to their eternal home.
I believe angles help our friends lift us up in times of need.
I believe that if an atheist makes snow angels, they believe.
I believe my brother felt the kiss of an angel as a child.
I believe an angel was with me when I miscarried.
I believe an angel called my name. It was loud, clear, and unmistakenable.
I believe you experience their presence in music, scents, and in the splendor of nature.
This is an example how my son became a true believer. A few years ago a call came into our local 911 area, a homeless drug addict had overdosed. The paramedics on scene hooked the leads up to the patient to measure the electrical activity of his heart, and before they reached the hospital the man flat-lined. The attending medics were able to shock the heart back to life by administering medication. The diagnostic tool (EKG) recorded a series of abnormalities on the graph paper after they got a pulse, which clearly looked like the outline of an angel. When the ambulance arrived at the hospital the man who was not restrained, sat up, insisted on not being treated, and literally walked away. I saw the diagram my son printed out and it was like nothing I have ever seen. The tape was sent to the medical university to be studied after the equipment was thoroughly checked out. The anomaly was written about in medical publications to which no one has an answer to what exactly happened in the ambulance that day. The consensus among the paramedics was to accept the unexplained, and believe, that angels do indeed, exist.
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