Angels are the rainbow brilliance of spiritual beauty that some have seen in radiant glory, providing the alerted Soul, Intelligence by which to live, move and possess this existence, and to prepare the discerning mind for eternity. Angels are beings, intelligences and energy. When entering a personal relationship with GOD, our teachers throughout the ages have witnessed and confessed these visitations. In their confessions, they have described beauty, knowledge and joyous energies. When GOD saw this Creation, GOD said "It is Good". All that we see, know, taste, touch and hear is designed for good. Now we are able to enjoy this planet in all its goodness, with complete knowledge and understanding that every atom is full of joy for every being. Peace to you and yours, mmgr.
It is under high spiritual tension that beatific visions are seen.
Take the Inner Child into a small cool garden behind the Temple. Sit under a great tree, murmuring and singing until the child sleeps. The sun rides toward the west. The air is widely diffused with gold, humming with the mysteries of Love in Life. The scent of the Earth, of flowers, of grass, mingle with the tawny light and the humming of a happy parent floats softly on the gentle breeze. Palms clap and sway. Birds arrow from tree to tree, chittering in the wind, reflecting sunlight on their wings like gilted gold.
Listen for the Angels as they use sound frequencies and prismatic colors to add wholeness, affluence and joy to all these bodily systems and functions; let the sounds energize body and mind and activate the Soul's powers.
The garden has a secret sacred appearance in the Light of my Soul. A deep silence enfolds me. IAM rapturous. Here is only GOD Light streaming down on the grass and trees. I consider the strangeness and innocence of Love. I sing praises for my joyous blessings. Here I return frequently. Here I return in the quietness of my Being. I consider the blessings of all life's Abundance I receive and see everywhere. My talents are many and prospering. My Love for others deepens. GOD is my Trust. By the Grace of my skills and tenderness, I increase good. I abide happily in the Silence.
Now visualize the Angels healing the spine and central nervous system with joyous sounds which come through the silence of conscience.
The hills burst with green. The grove trees glimmer with fresh silver. The streams glitter with the most Heavenly depths of blue. The sky is a soft and delicate azure. Everything sparkles with the radiance of Angel Beings, Energy and Intelligence. The air is happy and alive with rapture. The black pointed cypresses lean against the skies with comfort and ease. Buds swell and blossom on the trees. The pastures are velvety emerald. New lambs caper behind their mothers. Horses are active in their jests with each other. The cattle amble forth and stand in their reflections on the small blue eddies of the narrow river. Tiny leaves appear on the rose bushes in the gardens and release soft scents of pleasure. Fountains in the gardens sparkle and chatter. Doves discourse among the colonnades and arches. Birds contentedly build spring nests.
See the Angels using sounds of joy to stabilize the body rhythm and cause the Soul to regulate body motions with its own perfect timing.
Now tall and fluted pillars appear, leading to places of worship. Wide stairways leap from a broadening pathway to upper balconies of smaller sanctuaries. The Great Cathedral appears. Surrounding it are groves of white columns, mounting up story by story in descending levels of smaller columns and ascending arches. Green hanging gardens and terraces and beautiful villas dot the hillside around the major church. These are residences of the Cathedral Shamen, cool and apart in the midst of trees and floral courts and perfumy fountains. It all stands against the Sun, afire with whiteness. A separate Holy City of regal elegance and beauty.
The Angelic Presence here adds sparkle to the air and everything.
As I climb the hill, the warm spring air turns cooler. IAM delightful in the beauty around us. Others are leaving the palatial chapel to go to the theater on the sloping hills, or to their villas, or into the sanctuaries at the base of this flower decorated mount. Flashes of scintillating gardens beyond the silvery splashing fountains radiate the effulgence of the sun into our eyes. White and golden arches and roofs now appear from the villas we've passed in our ascent. Porches are adorned with great marble and stone vases filled with flowers and herbs. The incandescent beauty of careful culture embues us. The transcendent aura of faith enchants us. The Holy Spirituality speaks to our Souls.
Visualize the Angels surrounding this body with songs of joy and love. Angels assist in bringing the finer substance of my Spirit self into my body with light, color and sound frequencies.
We are met at huge polished steel doors with bronze engravings by a priestly guardian dressed in royal blue satin robes and bonnet, with a white satin cumberbund decorated with rubies, emeralds, amethyst, gold and silver beads. The priest wears four gold rings on each hand, each set with a different precious stone: ruby, emerald, diamond, topaz, garnet, sapphire, amethyst and pearl. The priest wears platinum bands on each wrist, about two inches wide. The headdress is adorned with tiny jewels in the shapes of various stars, including the Star of David. Around the high neck of the robes are draped ebony and ivory beads which unite at the chest into a huge wooden cross which lays down to the priest's waist. On the cross is engraved gold, silver and platinum figures of Mary, Joseph, Jesus and the Apostles. We enter the grand hall.
Angels give us energy and they harmonize with my speed of acceptance. My energy body gradually becomes more and more radiant. I shine in my aura.
We pass through marble halls, glistening in the Spiritual Light of passionate Souls which pray in the Great Temple. The halls are wide as streets and pillared all the way into the distant beyond. The Halls shine and sparkle with clean clear pastel colors. We turn through huge rooms with marble and stone seats, cushioned with thick pillows. We pass on to rooms with skylights and fountains in the center. The waters seem to rise gracefully up to the Sun filled windows above like a vine of liquid diamonds. Some rooms have trees growing from the foundation floors, up into the open air. The floors are all polished and sparkling woods, ebony, ivory, marble and stone. Each room is a unique setting of illustrious grandeur and quiet contemplation. Carpeting rolls from smaller halls onto balconies and patios.
IAM my True Regeneration now. I gladly receive guidance from my Inner Healer.
Columns of onyx, white marble, gilded metal, chrome or alabaster line the carpeted halls. Red, blue or mosaic adorn the walls. These spaces are illumined with warm glowing light that shines in from the balconies and patios. A clear luminosity radiates the light so that the air is soft and invigorating. Murals of Angels, Saints, Priests and other Divine Symbols bless the quiet rooms. Divans and chairs line some of the walls in the hallways. Ivory, mahogany and ebony carved charms are placed before various altars of prayer and meditation, for small lectures and prayerful conferences. Cushions and pillows of red, blue, white and yellow silks lay around large mandalic rugs of thick combed wool and fur.
See Angelic workers adding resilience to this body, creating mental agility, physical flexibility and psychic wisdom flowing from this Soul.
These Rooms and Halls are finely decorated with exquisite tables of light marble and polished walnut. Some tables hold gold and silver lamps; others hold crystal vases of flowers; some tables are bare, glistening in the sunshiny rooms. Silver fish shaped trays on ebony carts hold fruits of figs, pomegranates, grapes, berries and olives. Wine goblets and decanters are placed on small crystal and chrome bar carts in the various rooms and hallways. Enormous ceilings seem to float on the columns, some of clear glass which reveal sky, sun, moon and stars. Other ceilings are alabaster or marble or painted wood.
Imagine Angels using cosmic sound frequencies to harmonize body, mind and Soul and cause the directors of these body systems to generate wholeness through this person continually. Perceive the balancing, energizing music as teaching these body parts to sing the Wisdom of GOD.
Perfumed fountains on patios and on skylighted rooms scent the air with pleasure. Large picture windows and doors reveal gardens on the patios and on the hills beyond. This crystalline clarity reflects the green of trees and grass and the vivid array of multicolored flowers. Soft music sails into the halls from broad carpeted terraces. The Cathedral musicians blend holy melodies with the sounds of nature floating in from the villas.
We reach lofty polished bronze doors that slowly open to reveal the Library of the Sages. We enter, we study, we read, we converse. While we explore the Library, we notice there are shelves from floor to ceiling and four bookcases form an X in the center of the *great learning hall. We are quietly given trays of fruits, sweet breads and unleavened cakes. In each corner of the great hall is a small crystal and chrome bar, placed a few feet in front of the shelves, each holding a decanter of emerald or golden or white Chablis and two thick lead crystal goblets. We eat and drink and read and study and learn. Somewhere in the gardens beyond the Library, a bird screeches and a distant sound of soprano music is heard.
Angelic filaments of Light create new connections with all dimensions of this being, uplifting and enlightening me.
As we rise to leave the Library of the Sages and head towards the way we entered, the large bronze doors open and four Angels present us with small packages containing our robes and rings. We realize we have been carefully scrutinized during our stay in the Library. We follow the Angels down a long corridor of sapphire walls and no pillars. The facets shine with golden white light. Every several feet in recesses of the jeweled walls are short legged backless seats with red and black cushions inset with shiny gold buttons. The seams of the pillows are white flower patterned lace. IAM leads me into a most wonderful apartment with large open doors leading to a brilliant patio. Beyond I see a grassy terrace with a small fountain and a pool of tiny rainbow fish. The pool is laced with small yellow hearted violets.
I trust my Solar Angels to bring me exactly what this body needs. Divine Love gives encouragement, cheerfulness, new energy and evolves the circulatory system.
The vast spacious room is walled in four different colors of marble, white alabaster, ebony and pink wooden slats. The floor is a pastel rainbow mirroring sunlight from the terrace floor. The bed and furniture are gilded wood inlaid with glittering jewels, opals, ivory and silver. The mattress is tremendously thick and luscious. The bed coverings are silk, satin and lace. The pillows are huge and soft and yield to the pressure of my hands. The pillow slips are silk and satin and the seams are sewn patterns of flowery lace. The bed carpets in front and on both sides are golden colored furs. Small yellow tables are placed in the corners and hold jeweled vases of flowers, candles and incense cups of polished brass.
Contact Angels of Perfect Love and open to the Infinite Living Power of Spiritual Love which is Absolute Wholeness and Perfect Respect for all that GOD allows.
In the wall to a right angle from the terrace is a pillowed cabinet set in the alcove across from the bed. The three glass window panes are open and the drapes hang down the walled sides of the windows. The drapes are white and silver broad stripes with thin black threads dividing the color scheme. On the third wall directly across from the terrace is a marvelous chest of drawers made of hammered brass and studded with red gems. A polished mirror hangs over the chest. Beside the gilded wood bedside tables, at an angle to the brass chest is a small crystal and chrome bar cart with a decanter of emerald Chablis and a huge lead crystal wine goblet.
My Solar Angels and my Soul coordinate together the primary energies my whole self requires for perfecting me. The atmospheric frequencies in which we live are full of life and this life is GOD.
Next to the bedroom is a smaller room, an orange and pink marble bathroom with a pink porcelain sunken tub. White rugs form a path from the bedroom door to the tub; from the pink porcelain sink to the tub and from the bathroom towel and clothes closet to the tub. Over the tub is a skylight, closed, yet clear glass emits sunlight. I shower in the sunlight and as I let the light shine into my body, the brightness intensifies and the lights radiate pure vivid creation rays through my body, my mind, my Soul.
Imagine Angels raising excess energy into the higher centers of existence with light and sound. This Angelic light and sound store these energies for usage whenever needed.
I climb the hill outside of town just before dawn. The air is dark, the sky is clear, the stars twinkle in the cool fresh air. The light of day begins to appear, the sky turns a light blue gray. I rest at the top, sitting at the apex of the grassy mound. The sun of dawn is turning to a brighter blue with streaks of gray and sun yellowing clouds. Now, the dawn is a soft gold all above me. The thin clouds are tinged with yellow and blue. The city below stirs visibly. The pink or light yellow roofs welcome the sun of this new day. Awakening voices rise imperiously up to the hills like a startled flock of birds flying to safety. Now, the city is fully alive and vivaciously loud. Its roar reaches my ears on the hill. The sky is an impenetrable blue and seems polished with sunshine. No clouds can be seen to pierce its color.
My energy body, my etheric body, my aura body is an invisible web of golden light surrounding and interpenetrating my physical body.
It is as if time has stopped. I stand still and the moment seems to last eternally. Here wisdom trembles on everything. The Angel radiance makes everything and everyone shine. I see GOD in them. I see Christ in them. The beauty of art, decor, fashion and godly life shines in the moment of perfect understanding and I see argent bodies, sober faces, chaste breasts and immaculate limbs. We are truly wonderfully and marvelously made. In this great silent watching, the immortal presence can be detected just beyond the peripheries of the eyes, like a translucent chorus, the mighty crowd of company await only the mysterious summons to move in GOD's Life and fill the air with precious voices tutored from the Soul. The melody of immortality can almost be heard.
The colors of perfection attract Christ Angels THAT work from higher cosmic planes of Light to bring the essence of wholeness to me.
My small house painted a soft amber with a rosy clay tile roof sits within a small walled court of white stone. In a pool in the front yard floats pink water lilies with broad green leaves. Filled with rainbow colored fish, the pool shines with prismatic lights. This pool adorns the center of my front garden. Over to the side near the white stone wall, a large oak tree provides cool dark shade in the summer heat. Under the tree is a stone bench. Miniature fruit trees of apple, apricot, lemons, lime and oranges are placed neatly along the interior of the white stone walls around the house. A cultivated herb patch is set near the back porch of the house. Close to the house, under the windows are rose bushes breathing out fresh perfume. Jasmine grows freely in the cultured grass. The scents blend sweetly in the air. All is well and good.
Spiritual streams of Light flow into me and grow stronger, filling every cell of this body with my Christ Light.
Look out from the patio into a great garden, decorated with a web of shining lights that reflect into the dew of the evening colored grass. The tables, chairs and pillows are lighted with various subtle hues of rose, laurel, smoke and topaz lamps. The fountains are lighted with soft emerald, amber and sky blue so that the pools, swimming with tiny shiny fish, seem like waters of pale fire. Flowers are strewn on the Earth and are soft to my bare feet. Blossoms in tall vases are strategically placed between tables and lawn divans and couches and chairs, that every breeze sends down a perfume upon the guests, as if from the wind. The white painted awning over my head is illumined so that it shines like carved snow against the black sky. From a cluster of trees beyond the fountain centerpiece, musicians seated in front of deep green shrubs, play soft melodies on acoustic instruments.
Angels live in bliss.
The Sun is a pale glowing orb in the cloud filled sky. The air is mysteriously tremulous and vibrant. The palms interfere with the sky. Walking through the gardens, note how every leaf, every blade of grass quivers with gentle and unearthly silver. It is a Holy Reflection. The leaves are thick to the touch. They glimmer in the air. The garden is more spacious by the low bank of the estuary that flows through the community. It swiftly, breathlessly hurries to carry its news to the rivers. The banks are rich dark brown. Long lances of mercurial light flash through the water's edges. The narrow stream is ablaze with a light stronger than the surrounding day. The water's surface dances, runs, whirls and scintillates. The sound of the water is like a flute and a drum, flowing to the rhythm of the Earth, yet the air is still and windless.
Enter the Light and meet the Divine Self, the OverSoul. The Soul is the individually designed consciousness THAT traverses the universe for eternity. Amen.
Beyond the door is a vast sunlit garden. Dazzling silky grass adorned with fallen fruit surrounds the trees and roots of shining willows, pine and fir. Flower beds of roses, lilies and poppies reflect a rainbow of vivid yellow, reds, pinks, and white. The garden basks in the brilliance of the Sun as in a clear crystal jewel. Clumps of tree branches bend low to the Earth giving the appearance of emerald waterfalls in the soft perfumy wind. Crystal clear obelisks stand in the middle of each of several fountain bowls made of porcelain in open areas of the garden. The trees lean towards the pools of water as if bowing to drink with their leaves. The Sun above adores the majesty of these surroundings. Deep silence hangs over the whole scene. All is radiant, peaceful and gorgeous to behold. Beauty and tranquility rest everywhere. Dignity and withdrawal are also evident in the stillness.
Form a special relationship in the Soul with Christ. Agree with my Inner Angel.
The fog has lifted, the veil of the mist has cleared. The garden shines in the freshness. Birds of all colors stare down from glistening branches. The leaves look newly washed and polished in the morning Sun. The fountains murmur their sweet songs of placid joy. Roses move and exhale warm perfume in the zephyrous breeze. Lilies lift white chalices to the cloudless sky and breathe out pure scents of freshness. A soft, soft faint voice of song floats gently on the waves of the air. A voice singing like the end of a love song played on a guitar in the romance of an evening. The voice is part of the garden, part of the shimmering air, part of the melodies of the birds, part of the laughing fountains and part of the golden Sun in the clear sky, yet, a human voice, softer than a whisper, yet, light enough to be carried through the trees, flowers and pools.
Connect with Solar Angels, Divine Beings of Christ Consciousness and abide in the Room of Stillness.
The bronze door glimmers in the whiteness of the room in which it sets; tall, majestic and regal in the place of quiet contemplation. There are no other doors here and no windows in this barren white room. A swimming pearly light suffuses the largeness of the white room with trickles of opaline color. The opalescent light brightens and fades, brightens and fades, pulsing like a peaceful heart. A spicy incense pervades the air with a cool calm layer of perfume. The Light and the incense seem to come from all sides, top and bottom. There is no source to behold. Awe and amazement ripple through me. The only sound is my breathing in this vast white room. Absolute stillness. The Light pulses and wanes beside me. I note the rhythm from the awareness it reflects on my temples. I feel the prayer of GOD rising from my heart.
In the Room of Images, Angels help create energizing pictures that are most wholesome and rejuvenating to my consciousness.
It has a certain simple repose. The fountains in the garden behind the house sound clear and musical in the early morning hour. The wind sings softly through the trees in perfect agreement with the music. The estate is truly peaceful, the chorus of days is just beginning. The fountains whisper and splash with excellent rhythms, as if pushing its sparkling fingers of water up to the approaching Sun. The sky becomes a series of small fiery lakes set in the deep blue green hue of dawn colored clouds. The whole enclosed garden appears to awaken in the brightening day. The air is hushed and secretive. The water in the obelisk fountain settles calmly in the porcelain bowl that gleams like pure silver. The scent of fresh grass, forest trees and blossoming flowers swirl on the wings of the wind. The leaves flutter their fan like hands in the smooth breeze. The sky turns softly amethyst.
See the Angels restoring this body to wholeness.
The large ivory door stands apart in the midst of a spacious white porch to reveal a hall of snowy marble and high columns lighted by many silver oil lamps on tall vase like stands. Flowers bloom everywhere in oriental urns two and three feet high. Through an open colonnade, pass pillars that brightly gleam in lighted hallways. Heavy curtains of oriental lace privately conceal meditation chambers. Light shines softly in the rooms with candle filled silver lanterns that exude scents of blossoms and spice. A large frame of ivory, silver and gold holds huge cushions of silk covered pillows and combed wool rugs. The floor is finely tiled with intricate details of white diamond shapes in pink plates. The walls are painted softly golden. The ceilings are murals of universes, galaxies, stars, suns and moons, skies of oranges, blues and pinks... creation.
My Father Mother GOD Illumines me. IAM a Dazzling Ray of Pure sunny Light shining out from the Center of the Solar part of my body. I give YOU Thanks, God my Father Mother. Amen
*NOTE: About 1980 or 1981 I entered an oobe of the great learning halls. When I visited Sedona, Arizona, I learned that Harmony Lane is the entrance to the Earth's Library for North America. (There are other libraries in the atmosphere of the Earth at Machu Picchu and the Gobi Desert, that one may visit during meditative out of body travel and one can learn lovely things, as I have done.) I sat on Chimney Rock, high above the community and received more information about American Indians and settlers who moved into the area and established a holy communion with them. If you visit, you will see a congruous community, a blending of cultures and peoples, and a society that is largely spiritual in most of its endeavors.