the tapping of Angels

A Visit from Wisdom

an excerpt from Kahil Gibran

In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
by my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
and wiped away my tears, and said : "I have heard
the cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.
Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth."

There was the first time she was aware of the gentle feather-like hand resting on heart.  Her mind was a buzz with questions, apprehension.  Slowly though, the mind quieted with a Shhh,  and all her attention settled in her heart beat, then her breath, and soon she was in the place of not really awake and not really asleep.  Upon 'waking', a lightness self remained.

This was the first though certainly not to be the last visit. She could never predict nor could she invite in the presence of the feather-like hands. Yet, as she honed her inner listening, she could hear the beckoning.  Into the inner sanctuary she would drop, resting into the in-between.  She would receive, with wonderment and gratitude. 

There is a tapping at her heart when it begins to go astray.  The tapping calls to her from within.  She knows it well.  It is a welling up of reminders that the jewel she truly seeks is within.  That she must rest in the within to remain whole in the without.  She is one of our times Modern Mystics, Urban Shamans, an Illuminating Priestess. 

She heeds the tapping and returns into the sacred sanctuary of her heart, into sacred space and surrenders.Some experience the presence of angels, some feel the guidance is of the elder's. Others experience the dancing of devi's.  It is in the surrendering, that those 'guides' that can't be seen by our mortal eyes, enter into her sight and into her heart. They bring a healing that only they can gift. They clear her lens of true seeing.  They usher her on journeys that leave only a vague resonance. They whisper wisdom that lodges beneath the mind. She sees them gathered around her, she receives their healing touch, she hears their melodies, she feels her heart burst.  There are blessings delivered, and yet, just when they are integrated into her deep knowing, is often a mystery even to her.

 She does not go into the world alone.  She does not bring her gifts of her own accord only. They do not come from her. She is simply a carrier of the Mysteries, guided, purified and lifted with much help from the unseen worlds.

Her message for all, is that whether we know or not, believe or not, none of us are alone. We are supported, guided, receive healing and blessings from hands we may not feel and from beings we not see.  Drop into the silence of the heart and you may begin to know.


Blessings on Your Journey ~