In times of necessity, when the wisdom of another becomes crucial, an inner yearning surfaces for counsel, for the touch of understanding. I search for a counsellor whose care plums the depths of my existence—embracing thoughts, fears, hopes, secret desires, and those laid bare. A holistic guide, I reckon, can only be found in the ethereal domain of an Angel, a Guardian Angel.
At the core of my beliefs lies a steadfast conviction that each of us is accompanied by a Guardian Angel, entrusted with the solemn duty of protecting our souls in this ‘vale of tears.’ While it may seem romantic or mythic, this belief carries a resonance far from melancholic, semiotic, or idiotic. Beyond the veiled rhetoric of the ‘Guardian Angel’ is an organic reality that resonates more with the harmonies of music than the flutter of feathered wings.
Enough of such pondering. Communion with one’s Angel is attainable—a harmonic interplay akin to a sea shell unfurling its silken contours into a symphony of waves. The elusive whispers behind a sigh, the intricate dance of coincidence, or the resplendent déjà vu are not just celestial dialogues but also moments of beauty and wonder that inspire awe. They serve as the celestial lexicon of our Guardian Angel, transcending the notion that angelic forms resemble earthly entities like apples, stones, or trees; instead, they embody a mathematical proportion, an architectural geometry akin to the sacred phi—the Golden Mean.
Sometimes, my Angel communicates through dreams, the innocent mouths of babes, the pages of a book falling open to a predetermined passage, or even a simple sound. Yet, all these celestial dialogues hinge on my receptivity to subtle hints. This receptivity is not just a passive state but an active choice to be more observant and open-minded. In the tired haze of semi-consciousness, I navigate the realms of existence, aware that I am not the sole wanderer in this somnambulant domain. We, the residents of this earthly plane, often traverse the landscape of existence in a state of half-slumber, akin to a vegetative sleep, oblivious to the profound currents that ripple through reality. Occasionally, a slender beam of light penetrates our closed eyelids, and within that crevice, the Guardian Angel utters its voice.
Admittedly, such revelations are rare, prompting the need for a deliberate means of communication with our Guardian Angel. This communication requires specialized tools and devices imbued with a mystical essence and intricately connected to our intuitive faculties. These devices, such as the Tarot, the I Ching, the divinatory facets of Astrology, Runes, and many others, serve as conduits to bridge the celestial and terrestrial realms. They are the mantic instruments that unveil the profound wisdom encoded within, allowing us to commune with our Guardian Angel at will.
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Pretty fanciful stuff Stavros….All I know is that nothing moves as fast as the speed of light so we might as well all relax. Communicating with our Guardian Angel using the above sounds cool and more than likely satisfying. Life, I believe, follows a rhythm and we each play our own drum. Your posts are always thought – provoking. Keep them coming.
Yes, it is all fanciful but you know that all impressions come thru our senses which means they get filtered thru our nervous system. This filtering could be different for different people especially since it has been found that our mindset affects what we see & hear.
My question is, “What’s not fanciful?” Experientially the Sun does set & it’s not the Earth rotating, the Earth is flat & not a sphere. We know our experience is not the measure of what is real. What is? Good question.
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