A ridiculous statement if ever there was one; everyone knows that angels are vegetarian. But I felt prompted to write this blog post because there is so much spoken and written about angels that simply isn’t true, therefore what does it matter if I pretended I had a hamster and some nasty angels ate it?
What I’m about to write is my understanding…OK? It may not be set in stone and I’m not saying it’s definitive; but hey, I think it makes more sense than some of the drivel I’ve heard over the years.
Firstly, we need to understand that angels are beings of light, they have been created by God of a very fine, light and high vibration. They are super conscious beings; and the realms where they exist are beyond the comprehension of human intelligence. Like us humans they are parts of the whole that we call God; they are particles of light in the wondrous tapestry of creation. Now there are so many people going around these days claiming to communicate with angels, in fact I was talking to someone a few weeks back who told me they had been nominated for the title of ”angel expert”. How on earth does someone become an expert in a subject that is beyond the scope of the human mind?
Now I am the first to admit that I wrote a trilogy called ”Angelic Wisdom”; but I acknowledge that it wasn’t because I am some super evolved being and I was able to expand my consciousness out to the angelic realms. Far from it; I have simply been blessed with some pretty decent angelic mates who lowered their vibration down to my level and worked with me in a very basic way so that I was able to understand. What I would like to know is, where do these people who write all these angel books get their information from and why do a large chunk of the people who claim to communicate with angels develop huge egos and a stance that gushes ”I’ve got access to information that you haven’t therefore I’m better than you”. OK, so let’s explode some myths.
Dark or fallen angels; do they exist? I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at this one. Of course they don’t; never have and never will. Angels are beyond human failings; they were created in such a way that they do not experience emotions such as fear, anger, greed, jealousy, desire, resentment and anything else that you can think of that could be described as dark. Why would beings of pure unsullied love and light, with wisdom beyond our wildest dreams and whose only desire is to serve, want anything other than that? It simply doesn’t make sense. Why? Because it is nothing more than myth that’s why. Myth that took seed thousands of years ago and, thanks to human fantasy, got developed over time.
So what about all these weird and wonderful names; and the business of wings? OK, lets deal with the wings first. They have wings simply because humans expect them too. Whenever a human sees an angelic manifestation the angel always shows itself with wings. This is simply to take into account the human belief system. The logical mind demands tangibility; therefore the observer sees wings and thinks ”angel”. The angels manifest in this was also to alleviate any fear that may be present in their human friend. Think about it? You see a little fella with horns and a tail holding a fork, you run a mile; you see a manifestaion of pure love with wings and it’s sure to have the effect of a lullaby. So, in other words no they don’t really have wings. As for all the names; do we really think that there is, lets say, Angel Nester, sitting at home thinking ”now I wish Raphael would hurry up and come home, his dinner’ll get ruined; I wonder what time he’ll be here”. To simplify matters, angels are nameless and formless beings of light; they do not need the trivia of names to communicate with each other. They simply ”know”. Their powers of thought and telepathy are immense; and as I have stated already, all things angelic are beyond human comprehension. It’s only because they love us so much that they go along with the charade; they do not need everything to be put into its box and have a label.
Hope you’ve enjoyed this little post…. now where’s my hamster?