Who? Who? Who are You? An Angel Message

Sometimes nature speaks when least expected and delivers a comforting angel message.  Years ago, I remember the distinct call of an owl as I laid awake in bed worrying in the middle of the night.  "Who-o-o? Who-ooo?  I smiled "Whoo are you?" seemed to be the wise owl's haunting question.  "Who do you think you are?" We've all heard that many times in our lives, I'm sure. 

 

The Holy Spirit knew the answer to my quandary. 

 
As synchronicity would have it, earlier that evening, I'd been reading Alice in Wonderland.  Curiously, the original illustrated copy had popped up on a shelf at a bargain store while shopping for a new journal. One-of-a-kind and oddly out of place, I thanked the angels for the rare find. 

At the dinner table, I'd playfully read out loud Alice's conversation with the caterpillar.

 
"Who are you?  the caterpillar asks Alice in a sleepy voice.

 "I--I hardly know, Sir."  Alice shyly admits that she hardly knows just at the present-- at least I knew who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then."

I could relate to Alice's dilemma.  It's all about perception. Although we don't physically change sizes like Alice in her dream of Wonderland, we may find ourselves shrinking in front of this person, or that situation, and towering in others, depending on the circumstances we give away our power.

A change of perception was in the air this morning. After the heavy rains, to my surprise, the towering palm tree was wearing a new face.  Facing a new direction on the opposite side of her weathered gray trunk. 

 

Her expression had softened.  Clear eyes opened wide, old weighty dead fronds passed away. She now had a peaceful countenance after weathering many storms. The old warrior face (below) had slowly faded away as the tall tree shed her bark in bits and pieces over the years.  Nature had carved a new look. Palm trees represent victory and timing.  Flexible, they give and bow down low in the winds so they can bounce upward again with their crowns intact.  The palm has been named the phoenix. A symbol of resurrection.  

 

Who are you? we may often ask ourselves during these times of rapid acceleration.  A season of great questioning...about everything it seems.

We wear many masks for many different occasions.  Who are you? is the question. A lowly caterpillar? Or the beautiful butterfly? Mortal or Spiritual? A host to God or a hostage to your ego?  Who we think we are is the answer to all of our earthly problems. Someone once said the secret to beauty is to have less illusion and more soul.

Like Alice in Wonderland, our earthly sojourn is a call to listen to the Holy Spirit and awaken from the dream of separation from the Love of God. Like Alice running from the Queen's fearful army of cards, she's almost home...she's at the door. Reaching for the knob, it's locked! The door knob tells her she's already home.  Through the key-hole she sees the truth.   She is safely sleeping in the shade of a tree.  Alice shouts to herself through the keyhole, WAKE UP, Alice!  

 

And, you know the rest of the story. It was only a dream.

 

Like Alice, we, too, are safe at home, dreaming in the Ever Lasting Arms.  Who are you?  A holy Child of God.  Arise and shine!

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen