Who is Who? An Angel Message

Last week our neighbor, Sam,  rescued a dog from the animal shelter. The first time I saw T-Bone, a black and white boxer, he was playing catch with his new owner in the backyard.  Not sure if the dog was a new family member or Sam was pet sitting, I called out.   T-Bone ran over to the fence, tail wagging, slobbering as I petted his head.  I could tell he was overjoyed.  His death sentence at the pound had turned into a new lease on life.  Sam beamed, too. "Life needs to have some fun," he told me.

 I wondered how his orange tabby was adjusting. "How's Princess with the new dog?"  I asked.

"PRINCESS!?"  He laughed.   "Oh... you mean Francis!" 

"No wonder he looks insulted when I call his name."  I chuckled. 

My own cat paradigm collapsed as I  then began to question the gender of our two stray lovable cats, Mr. Paws and Cleo, who, many months ago had taken up residence on our patio.  Since Princess (Francis) would often visit our yard to hang out, Cleo would react jealously, chasing the orange and white cat away while Mr. Paws sat idly by observing the ruckus.  So... if Princess was not a female, then perhaps the lovely Cleo was a male, and Mr. Paws... suddenly was a Mrs.?

I looked at our two gray tabbies.  Who is who?

I'm sure the angels were amused as I learned a big lesson.  I began to understand that it's not about the form, but the content.  And the Love of God is in everything.  In the end, I guess it doesn't really matter what they are called as long as they are loved for who they are; an expression of God's love in the world.

Our indoor cat, Angel, watches from the laundry room window.  She could set me straight, if only she could talk, but I'm not sure it matters. 

Enjoy your day with the Angels. 

Blessings,

Rae Karen

  

What Are You Putting Out There? Love or Fear?

I'd never seen anyone toss a Frisbee high into the wind, watch it soar above the waves, and return to him automatically.  Amazed, I watched his maneuver repeatedly as if he were playing catch with an invisible Angel standing in the sea.  Some of his returns had pizazz, skillfully caught under the leg.   Elliot explained it was gravity and the dynamics of the wind.

I thought of something else, a universal law:  What you send out comes back to you.

I captured this feat on video, but the format wasn't compatible with Google. Although the action is missing, the message has stayed with me. 

It's no secret that like attracts like.  What we send out, returns to us. 

This week I've been reading in A Course in Miracles about the Holy Spirit. 

 He has given you love's messengers to send instead of those you trained through fear.  They are eager to return to you what they hold dear as are the others.  If you send them forth, they will see only the blameless and the beautiful, the gentle and the kind.  They will be careful to let no little act of charity, no tiny expression of forgiveness, no little breath of love escape their notice.  And they will return with all the happy things they found, to share them lovingly with you.  Be not afraid of them.  They offer you salvation.  Theirs are the messages of safety for they see the world as kind.

...The Holy Spirit has given you His messengers to send to your brother and return to you with what loves sees.  They have been given to replace the hungry dogs of fear you sent instead.  And they go forth to signify the end of fear. (Text 411)  

I took the message to heart and became more vigilant for the subtle ways my ego slips into judgment.  Why did they do that?  Shouldn't they have done this. Why me?  What's up with this?

  Instead I began to focus on sending out love to all life everywhere I went.  I tried to remember "Love is attracted to love." If I had a less than positive thought, I'd instantly replace it with a loving one.  I kept reminding myself that God loves me and everyone.  Show me how much you love me today, I asked.

The results were amazing.  People were friendlier and more loving.  A server came over to greet us at a cafe, giving me a big hug.   But I really knew something special was up when my wild cat, Cleo, the one that adopted us, jumped into my lap for the first time. 

It startled me at first.  I'd been sitting on the patio enjoying nature.  The warm breeze, the scent of flowers, appreciating the moment.  Maybe she's going to curl up in my lap, but instead she brushed her cheek hard against mine, a deliberate head rub, then gave me a wet kiss and jumped down.

Wow...

I know those messengers of love are the Angels.  It's so wonderful when we actively choose love in every situation.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and blessings,

Karen
 

 

 

 

 

 

Angelic Flower Message

This beautiful plant was a $6 bargain several years ago.  Her heart shaped leaves grew steadily and she would occasionally surprise me with a blossom or two, also shaped like a heart. At the time I didn't think of her as a love plant.  Even her pretty pink is the color of the heart chakra. When we moved last December,  I didn't want to leave her in Virginia.  And the moving company couldn't take plants across state lines, so I had no choice but to unpot her, along with some other plants, and pack them gently in a plastic bag, hoping for the best as we loaded the car.

Several days later, when we arrived at our new home, I unpacked the bedraggled plants and put them in new pots.  Recently, I noticed how much she'd grown in her favorite spot on the front porch. I counted nine blossoms  opened wide!  Her long pistils, like antennas, giving and receiving love. I am love, she seemed to say. 

I could see she was an angel messenger for me.  I was having trouble opening my heart fully in a situation.    My teabag this morning reminded me of her.  "Wherever you go, go with all of your heart."

Enjoy your day with the angels and remember you are Love.

Blessings,

Karen