Party Of Angels

Everyone has their own guardian angels and spirit guides. Everyone has their own archangels watching over us.

And there I was in the circle of the Rite. Me and 5 others, one of which is the facilitator of the Rite. A lot going on. Many of our own little stories that we only tell ourselves and that have a dictator string over our lives, hidden and safe. These stories were being mined for, literally hammer on stone. Looking out for them. Revealing them and how they did, in the dark, conduct the course of our lives. There I was questioning myself, going through the stories that evade me from responsibility over my life. Stories, agreements, contracts, promises. Everyone pouring out cries and crying. And I, in the middle of all this, thinking and imagining the fun all of our angels must be having. I imagined that all of our angels would be all just floating and catching up around the circle we were sitting in, mostly at the garden. I imagined their capes and curly hairs, holding flowers and enjoying their scents. They were catching up with each other and exchanging ideas.

As we were pouring out our stories and flaws that stops us on our tracks, the angels were merely watching and observing us as we went. It was like watching a game of sports for them. It was not their match. They had done their part. We had to come clean. We had to say the words. We had to let go and realize it ourselves. They watched like they cared for our well-being. We wanted this. We asked them for this. They knew all about ourselves, more than us. They were there watching with the words of self realization, the ones we would have to say, in the tip of their tongues. When we would cry inside, confused and lost, they’d give us strength to pursue, like cheering at a stadium. When we would self realize and give it speech they would celebrate excited and proud. Like a “goooooooaaaal!”. “Amazing” I was thinking as I imagined this and all made sense.

The angels of our facilitator were almost at work but not compromised, as that was what the facilitator had asked. They would give her clues on where to dig in us to help us find truth and they would give her strength. But most of the work was being done by us all, while the angels were partying. The archangels of the facilitator were finding out about us, going through the process of opening and hesitating, through getting to know our personal guides and angels. The angels of all of us were openly talking about us. All of the rumors, hidden secrets, subconscious beliefs and acts that keeps us from progression. And the facilitators angels finding out clues and giving the facilitator these hints and clues. All angels. All of our guides, angels, natures energies, all supporting and inviting a flow of energies to help elevate ourselves into the present moment. Into our potential and gifts. Freedom from our chains, that was our work in this circle. All of us involved were going through the fire of the circle at work. The angels “partied”, cheered and felt moved by us in this circle, like if they were watching a kind of match and wishing for the result. The angels, archangels, spirit guides, soul guardians, akaschic records keepers were in the garden part of the house, that was also at the start of the forest. In touch with the wild energies, with the untouched nature of the home to our beings. Even floating they were grounded at high levels. At their own center. No longer embodied earthlings, their center in life was all embracing. Getting to be in touch with both worlds, they are the union of it in it self. And their guidances are of a life of its own, as they moved in accordance to the flights of the butterflies, the crawls of the geckos, at night, the irritating flies and through the day, they were the suns touch and its shadow, the trees dance and the winds flow. We were lucky to have them and I was happy to even be thinking of feeling them. They danced and partied to the songs of life’s living breath. They were there in their upright stance with palms together, their eyes closed and focused to the deep inside their head, mind to the universe. They saw all and they were witnessing their expressed work embraced invitingly in the embodied beings we are.

Now I keep gracefully knowing their presence and trusting my path and knowing that I will be here receiving watchful, present to the tips, guides and messages in whichever form the helping hands of the angels might mightily manifest. Just yesterday Caroline brought four small wooden, hand carved statues of angels, with wings and palms together. She had picked them up at the house of the facilitator. A gift for us to carry (or maybe for Caroline only, not sure exactly) and to paint in gold color. There we are creating these golden angel statues, to fulfill the Rite.

22 May 2019

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Feed back - ABOuT - Write of Passage with Jade Richardson, Bali, Indonesia May 2019

Is there a seed? There is. Is it sprouting? Does it need water, sun? It will all be fine. The universe has the way for it to thrive. The hardest part was to be open to receive and to contemplate what stops me, and to witness the others stopping them selves. Coming and going through the Rite was that part. I wonder if I have ingrained the lessons, the stories and profound meanings of the words I use. I come to the Rite fishing for the stories that make us a mere character under their spell. We unveil their power over us to shift our perception on how we hold on to life. Our true purpose is covered by fake notes in our mind. We tend to use these when trying to express what we are doing here. With Jade we learn to catch these morbid fearful stuck in the past stories, and replace them with the current vivid creative powers of our life. Learning to be and trust my creative authority, that it takes willingness and vulnerability to be receptive and channel my truth, and that there is a responsibility and accountability when engaging with it, were a few of the lessons for me. There should be a Me, knowing and holding the powers of my creativity, with sovereignty, in service of the voice within and in service to the greater good. Hard and tough is, at first, the greater love, and space, acceptance and will power to take on the creative adventure that is our lives is what’s needed to soothe it out! And I have come now to more carefully listen to my stories, my limiting ideas and more easily be there when they come; to face these gatekeepers right into their heart as I cross over them to the generous lands of creation!

Sergio, 14 May 2019