Let me take your hand, my friend, my love, that you may not lose your way. You have lost the sight of your direction because the clouds of fear have smothered the eyes of your heart. Take my hand that you may remember where it is you are and where it is that you must be. I have never left your side though you may have forgotten my unfelt presence. Take my hand my love that you may remember.

It is time now allow the lights from outside of you that have long signaled your direction to be extinguished. You no longer need others to tell you who you are and where you must be. You no longer have need for the affirmation to bring you happiness. You no longer need the satisfaction of work to tell you who you are. These things are from others and to follow the light for any length of time is to cone to believe that they are the sole bringers of the truth of Who You Are. They are not you.

Rather, look within. For this truth is forever engraved within you as you travel from star to star, from life to life throughout the universe of Creation. You hold this truth of your eternal Self and you are your own light.

Do not cling to the lights others bring you for they bring happiness only to your mind. Go within, instead, and know the Light that is You. For there is true Joy and there is the Creator.

Let me take your hand that you may remember, my love. Hold fast that you may find yourself once more.

You weep for you have lost yourself. Your tears glisten in your eyes in a moment of sorrow then finally overflow onto your cheerless countenance. They expect much from you, you say, but the struggle to scale the cliffs of their desires is achingly wearisome. You exhaust yourself from this endless ascent to achieve a goal not yours but theirs. Your life has become theirs and their dreams, yours. Thus you weep for you have emptied your heart and filled it with their expectations for you and of you out of duty to them. And your sorrow wells up from this dark emptiness left within you because in loving them you have forgotten to love yourself.

Rest you head on my shoulder, my friend, my love. Lay aside for a moment the pains of this world and comfort yourself in the bliss of my embrace. Breathe in the cool delight of the song of the universe for it sings to you and for you. Listen well with your heart of hearts for the song calls your name and it is Love.

You desire their desires but their path is not yours, you know that, my friend. Accept not what is not yours to bear. They have crafted a way that they feel shields you from sorrow but in doing so they have taught you their way, not yours, and they have clothed you with a self burdensome to assume, numbing your love for yourself. You have forgotten how to fly for you carry their burden. But they have done so out of love for you and for that you must bless them despite your pain.

Let go, let go then, my dearest friend. For I have known you since the stars first began to light the heavens and I reassure you that you were always meant to take flight on this earth. Bear not the guilt of failing to live up to their desires for you. Clothe yourself once more in who you truly are. Be with me and the Creator, even for a short while, that you may remember your path and your Self and in doing so, let go of what is not yours.

Turn away from the noise of the world even for a while that you may spend time in the silence of your heart. There is much that you may hear and much that you may rejoice in.

Rest with me a little longer before you decide to live in this world once again, friend of my heart. Take comfort in the truth that you were created in Love and in Love you will always remain. Should you lose your way and lose yourself, I am always and will be forever with you, holding you in deepest embrace. You are of the Light, never forget. Be true then to your own light, not that of others, that you may realize Joy in this wearisome world. Always follow your heart for there you are and there the Creator is.

As I sit at my desk in my office listening to my students’ voices animatedly and laughingly seeping through the windows I feel my heart ache. Having known many of them through conversations spent in the classroom and, oftener, on the corridors, in the canteen, on a field trip or even by text and email, I sense their joys and their sorrows, their ecstasies and their angsts, their tears of bewilderment and their highs of victory. When they whisper or shout their hearts out to me I am, for a long while after, one with them as their lives become my life for a while. Through them I become one with the passions of this world and I know what it means to live as human.

I look at my hands and I remember that evening, in a distant time, when I received the intimation that it was time to go. Called to take on a human life once more I was reluctant to wrench myself from my place of bliss. I had made this place my home, solitary and high on a grassy hill with only the cool wind and the stars as my companions, looking over the forest below on one side, the village of my fellow Beings on the other side, over a river  and the endless sea glistening ion the starlight. I had reveled in the ecstatic paradise of silence, contemplation and never-ending serenity. I was in my paradise and my heart was heavy with the knowledge that duty calls and I must go. It was time to take part in the cycle of life that was necessary for the evolution of the universe. It was time to clothe myself in the pain of ecstasy which is the human life. I closed my eyes and listened to the whispered calls of those who were waiting for me, and with tears of ache and affirmation, stepped up to the rocky edge of the cliff above the starlit sea, raised my hands to reach out to the awaiting voices and Became.

It has been long since then, too long I often feel in weariness. My heart has long been battered by this we call life. I have felt its searing fire of passion as well as its icy numbness of apathy. I have known the unbearable attraction of desire and the empty thrill of achievement. I have known what it is that is called love, fear and passion.

And, knowing that it will soon be time to return, I once more feel this reluctant wrenching at my heart, reminding me that I do not wish to leave to leave those whose lives I have been privileged to touch for they are the ones who have also gifted me with the human experience.

The ways of this earth are difficult and strange. But this angel’s duty is soon over and it will be time to return Home. And I weep as I record this, in the ache of reluctance and the joy of anticipation.

It was a hot afternoon and I was in a van with some of my students on an educational field trip. Starting with some good-natured ribbing the afternoon quickly developed in to an impromptu angel consultation with two guys and five girls in heir late teens all eager to hear from their angels. At first only light, fun comments were heard as angels often do in order perhaps to break the ice. Hearing about small, embarrassing, but harmless secrets of their seatmates on that long trip set forth giggles, whispers and guffaws from the friends. It was all in fun, naturally.

But as angels are wont to do, they soon quieted the group by releasing a series of personal messages about each of the friends. Listening to the words of their angels they were stunned into silence at first but warmed up enough in a while to ask questions. They listened in awe to words that entered their hearts and stirred buried thoughts releasing tears in the process. They listened as their angels spoke to them about their actions and their feelings on their deepest issues. And they listened in silence as their angels put up mirrors to their souls, revealing their selves and illuminating their hearts and minds.

It seems that is indeed what angels do with us in every encounter we have with them. While shining their light into us they also allow us to face a mirror reflecting who we are. We may have a habit of hiding our true thoughts away in the corners of our hearts because we fear the pain that comes with confronting these uncomfortable ideas about ourselves. Perhaps we may live in a constant denial of our actions and feelings sometimes even blaming others for their consequences. Yet angels persistently encourage us to fearlessly face ourselves because it is only when we truly know and accept ourselves that our lives become whole. And it is also through ourselves that we can truly know our angels and, through them, the Creator.

Pausing from time to time in the midst of our thought-filled but mindless lives may allow us to take stock of where we are now and, more significantly, who we are now. As we evolve daily as beings of Light it is wise to remember who we are in the present moment because it is from this position that Wisdom reveals itself. Let us look into the mirrors that our angels lovingly put up for us that we may always remember and live fruitfully and joyously.