Calling All Angels!

 When at night I go to sleep, 14 angels watch do keep. Two my head are guarding; Two my feet are guiding; Two are on my right hand; Two are on my left hand; Two who warmly cover; Two who o’er me hover; Two to whom ‘tis given to guide my steps to Heaven.  Unattributed

This was a song I learned when I was a child in Sunday School. It was a sweet sentiment with which to drift off to dreamland. As with a lot of what I felt was childish, I consigned the sentiment to the junk heap which held Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.

The belief in angels has returned to me. Sometimes they show up in much the same way as Santa and the Bunny, as humans doing kind things for others. At all times, though, I believe I have my posse of personal angels, offering encouragement as I get to live in this body temple, learning the lessons I’m meant to learn and experiencing the joys I get to encounter. 

I’m never lost; I have my team saying to me “we’ve got you, it’s alright”. In my mind, I see them as God’s Emissaries—the Personal Assistants to The Master, ensuring that I meet my lessons, experiencing my life alongside me in everything I do. 

I’m sort of going out on a limb writing this, since it really is kind of “out there”, but there you are. The thought gives me reassurance and peace. Maybe it’s my version of some of the Eastern religions which give different deities their own attributes. Perhaps the various deities are simply aspects of the Creator. Or maybe it’s similar to some indigenous beliefs about the sacredness of everything—the Dreamtime, the rocks and rivers, the plants and animals. It’s the hugeness of The Great Spirit made personal.

Anyway, that’s where my thoughts run to when I meditate and when I pray. I’m grateful, every day, for my team of 14 (more or less) Angels.