My experience with angels is limited. I have seen them at a distance, masquerading as light. I don’t mean a ray of light or a floating gold halo. More like a flurry of light, flames that contain the many colors of the rainbow, twisting and turning. They are usually in the forest. I don’t think that they want to avoid being seen, so much as our ability to see them is largely compromised and only gives on the edges of our physical sight. William Blake saw them – his wife once said that it was hard to get his attention because he was always talking to them. After you see them, it’s no big deal.
What about fallen angels? Those who reject Heaven, turn away from the Divine source. Do they end up here? Do they shadow us? Are they good, bad, indifferent?
Long before we knew about electricity, electricity was here. And even after we established its existence, it was a long time before we learned how to harness it, make use of it. We live in a physical world that reveals only as much as our limited bodies and minds can bear. The fallen angels limp amongst us, bearing in their hearts the glory of the Kingdom. They know. They remember.
In the so-called Thetford version of A Course in Miracles, Jesus talks about how many angels were sent but they were unable to stem the tides of hate, and so another plan had to be devised to stop the separation. In the Urantia Book, angels abound. And you see them from time to time. Sometimes they take on familiar forms. Sometimes they shadow the familiar. I remember looking at a bluet for a long time one afternoon. Watching it, watching the sunlight, the way it moved in the breeze. And when I closed my eyes, the bluet was gone but a flurry of spectral light was in its place.
Step into the world and you step into mystery. We forget that. Scientists tell us it’s all been discovered, measured, parceled up and out. No secrets, no questions. The religious tell us to bow our heads, fall to our knees, toe the doctrinal line. But it’s not their world. It’s our world. You’re the one who makes it, fills it. What does the Course text say? We look inside to see what kind of world we want and then look outside and create it, affirming the interior vision.
You want to see angels? You want the fallen ones to come to you – maybe for forgiveness, maybe to show you a glimpse of the Kingdom they recall and still long for? Close your eyes. See them. Put them there. Right now – out the window – that light, that shadow. A world so lovely that at times it seems a crime to leave it – the angels give us this, or rather, restore it to our sight. They drift in bunches, like trails of gossamer over summer fields, leaving behind the inevitable shimmer.
The fallen angels are the ones who see our distress – point to the loveliness just beyond our sight – and by our seeing it, accepting it, by our embrace, are healed and lifted – with us, into the Kingdom.
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