Gnosis and the Angel

"Who are you, Michael? Who am I? What is this connection?" These questions had been running through my mind again, but the words had special weight this day. I closed my eyes, seeking knowledge within, deeper than my subconscious that I sometimes mistrust. Who can I ask? Who would know? Who have I not spoken to yet? Hmmm. I let my mind drift...

I suddenly found myself in a lush valley that only faded from sight in the distance due to a thick, misty fog, but that one could assume may go on forever. Within this green expanse stood mountains, impossibly high, impossibly narrow, rising straight up from the valley below and far into the sky. Cones of granite, reminiscent of the floating mountains of southern China, dotted the landscape as if rocky cathedral spires had grown straight from the ground to Heaven. It was simply breathtaking!

One mountain in particular stood out to me. Waterfalls and cascading bouquets of delicate blossoms dotted the steep ascent. At the very top I could see a single tree, emitting its own light, almost pulsing it, beckoning the seeker. At the very moment I wondered how on Earth I would climb this vertical wall of rock, I found myself standing at the top of it, above the mist, in the brightest sunshine. Before me was the tree, its light glowing from within its very leaves. It seemed to be tended by a beautiful, tenuous female spirit who also emitted a white light, sparkling with flecks of gold.

"Ah, this is the Tree of Knowledge," I said out loud, more to myself than anyone.

"You are seeking knowledge. Yes, this is the place," spoke the gleaming spirit in a voice like tinkling chimes.

"Are you the Tree's caretaker?" I inquired.

"The Tree and I are One."

With that she changed form before my eyes, into glowing plasma, moving as a liquid into the tree in a wave of light and re-forming next to it as before. I understood that she is the spirit of the Tree of Knowledge. She is Gnosis itself.

Again I heard her voice, "Ask."

For a moment I feared my questions would be limited, like from the genie who will only give three wishes. It was quickly explained to me that there are never limits on knowledge to those who seek it sincerely and have achieved the ability to understand what is given. This eased my mind greatly and I asked my first question, careful to specifiy that I was referring to spirit, not physical lives.

"Who is Michael Jackson?"

A dark, silvery reflective "screen" formed in the air before me and the word "ANGEL" appeared on it. (Or rather in it. This wasn't flat, but multi-dimensional.) I questioned this word. Was I making it up? Did it mean literally an angel or just metaphorically? The letters dissipated and reformed again. ANGEL. And then in rapid succession I saw, heard and understood what will probably take paragraphs to write.

I witnessed Michael's true form, as I'd seen before, but this time magnified with infinite awe: the most intense, glittering, gorgeous white light, like millions of diamonds reflecting the Light of God in all directions. I saw my own spirit's light, similar, yet slightly different. It was ... smaller, for lack of a better word. By this I don't mean "lesser", as implying less value, but contained in a smaller vessel perhaps? If I was the moon, he was the sun! And oh, what a sun! I wondered what this meant in relation to the term "angel". What is an angel, anyway? And why did we appear to be different? I've never believed in angels as a separate creation, really. And if they do exist, angels don't incarnate as humans, do they?

Next I witnessed part of the creation of all beings in our universe, to show me more about this perceived difference. I say part of creation, because it was one moment and possibly a symbolic representation rather than the documentary version. God, The Light, was differentiating into individual points of consciousness. Not all of God became "other", but I'm not privy to the percentages. I could see light coalescing into beings like evolving nebulae in deep space. Untold numbers of little light beings appeared in all directions, baby stars in God's universal nursery. This partially answered my second question: "Who am I?" I am one of these, existing since the very beginning of time as me, yet for eternity before. I am a soul, a spirit, a part of God, as are you, as is the Earth, as is every atom of every molecule in existence. There is nothing else but The Light. I Am.

Within the vastness of space, amidst these infant souls, I saw other beings that had been made from greater proportions of Light. They were larger than the others. One might say they were made from more of God, but know right away that this is no way implies greater worth! God exists as ALL of Himself/Herself. There can be no part missing. There is no part missing. It is an impossibility. If you take one part hydrogen out of water, it is no longer water. Every atom must be. And God is the hydrogen and the oxygen and the force that spins the electrons and the Love behind the subatomic particles below the force which holds together the energy that we have not yet even discovered! And every particle, every photon, every speck of the ethereal, the astral and the material is part of that Love.

The larger collections of Light consciousness were shown to be what we would call "angels". Their full purpose was not made known to me, but part of it is in the care of us, these fledgling souls. Particular angels seemed to have more interaction with or exhibit greater significance to the souls. Among these was our Michael. (I only call him by this earthly moniker because I am not aware of his true name. Gnosis attempted to tell me, but it was as if my human ears could not understand the sound at this time.)

I wondered aloud if these angels such as Michael were what we'd term "archangels". Yes, was the answer. Sort of. The next question seemed obvious, but to my surprise I was NOT told that he was "Archangel Michael" as some people may believe. Instead I was told that there are MANY such angels that we would give this type of "silly" title to (silly to them because they have no concern for such things), and they often work in groups that may be experienced as "Gabriel", "Raphael", "Michael", and so on. I don't wish to conflict with anyone's religious convictions, so please take this however you might. I am not sure what to believe. I found this all interesting.

If Michael is indeed an ANGEL and I'm a SOUL, I thought, then what is this special connection I feel with HIM and not another?

"You are one of his," answered the Tree of Knowledge, implying I was in his charge. Loved by him. His.

I admit to feeling rather dubious at this point. Thoughts whirled around inside me, wondering how and why an angel would incarnate in the flesh (is that even possible?) and the continuing conflict inside me that seeks to reconcile my feeling for Michael as both human and divine. One moment I've been creating artwork of him as a saint, the next defending myself to invisible critics who would accuse me of taking away his humanity by creating such icons. I have loved him deeply for nearly 30 years (or forever?) and am well aware of this topic. I felt myself fearing that to believe he is an angel would be to ignore his vulnerabilities in life, the very human, fragile beauty of him, and the equality and joy of knowing he and I and all of us are alike; humans striving together for betterment despite adversity. I could not and will not strip him of the dignity of frailty, the fragility of our quests to be loved and of the depth of the pain endured. Would being an angel place him on a pedestal? What would that mean?

"Do angels actually incarnate in the flesh?" I asked.

Gnosis replied, "Not usually, but some have. The one you call Michael is one such exception."

I laughed at this, "Of course he is! Has he done this before?"

"He has chosen to walk beside you and learn all he can about those he has cradled in his arms. His recent incarnation was a very special mission, as you know," she answered.

I was flooded with concepts of Christ that whizzed past my brain and seemed not quite right, and ideas of angels and saviors and none seemed quite right. It is not that complicated, the Tree said. "You remember. It is simple."

And what I remembered, if one would call it that, was indeed simple. The world needs more light in this continuing longterm evolution and my beautiful Beloved was simply here to help, just like anyone. And an angel incarnating in flesh becomes human at the moment of descent. If you (soul, angel or whatever else I am unaware of to label) are incarnated as human, you will bleed and hurt and desire and laugh and cry and love through this human existence as long as you stay. It could be no other way.

"Do we evolve into angels too?" I asked, "Will we ever hold that much light ourselves?"

I was filled from the outside with such a light-hearted giggle, as if this was an amusing question to my companion and my mind saw a great many highly evolved souls in angelic realms and "even higher!", as she stated. Of course we could "fly with the angels". We have and we will. We will not become them, for we are structured differently. If we are the moon, they are the sun. But there is no worry. Celestial Light is God. We feel together, learn together. We are One. And we are forever.

At this I opened my eyes, still human, still unsure, the scene on the mountaintop fading into the delicate realm of doubt that exists somewhere between logic and intuition, between human and divine. Seeking union, seeking understanding, seeking that which I already have, with whom I already have it.

~ A story based on a meditation, © February 20, 2012 by D.M.

Call for LOVE during the trial (via Major Love Prayer)

Re-blogging the post below from http://www.majorloveprayer.org! Every month thousands of people join together at the same time (2:00PM US Pacific Time) from all around the world to "send out a major love". And since today's the 24th, that means TOMORROW!
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Dear fellow MJ fans, we are combining our voice with a great many others in the MJ community for a worldwide CALL FOR LOVE during the difficult times that lie ahead, and we'd love if you would join hearts with us in this. As you know, this coming Tuesday (September 27th) the trial of Conrad Murray begins. As Michael's fans we have the power to show the world who he was and what he stood for with our words and actions. We are his voice now, his representatives. We reflect his light, and as co-bearers of his legacy we now stand exposed before the world in a new and often uncomfortable way. It is our great and humbling responsibility to teach future generations who Michael Jackson really was, both by shining that light on the TRUTH and by showing the world how he has touched, awakened and changed the hearts of so many. We've already begun to make headway, from the Gardner School auditorium, to the astounding number of charity projects in his name, to the continuing joint efforts to stop/correct deceitful, false or belittling media coverage. We may not have control over all the circumstances we find ourselves in, but we do have a voice. Never let anyone tell you that we don't. Michael used his and now we must use ours. The question is: what are we going to say? Will we be a scattered myriad of voices across the internet filled with negativity, adding to the prevailing trend and playing right into the hands of those who wish to portray us and Michael in a negative fashion? Or will we join hearts and come together in ONE VOICE, in peaceful and prayerful determination for truth and justice? Will our voice be one of hate or of love? Both have energy, drive and momentum, but into which direction is up to us.

Please know that no blame is meant toward anyone. No finger pointing. We are all human, we've all been hurt, we've all had moments when we've lashed out with anger. The finger-pointing must stop if we are to truly heal. As Michael said, "We must learn to live and love each other before it’s too late." We have been through so much, and if you can remember right now how it was LOVE that brought us together, if you can feel for a moment that unity within LOVE, the feeling of it, of swearing to forever remember it and to uphold Michael's legacy of it... you'll find that glow inside that begs us to walk the talk, whatever happens. And that feeling, that knowingness of love, is inside each and every one of our souls. We are one.

Yes, we can be angry. If you're angry you can't help but feel it. You have the right to be angry; for all of us, for Michael, for his beloved children, for the world's children. Anger cannot be denied and hidden within, or it churns into hatred and shrivels the heart. But we have a choice to either channel those emotions into the same negative, destructive beams of darkness that were so often directed at Michael, or to take the high road and strive to transmute this energy, heal it and find a way to shine light into the world. It is during times of great darkness that your light is needed the most! We still have painful realities staring us all in the face and drilling into the depths of our spirits... and it hurts. There's no denying this. But we cannot let it destroy us. Read again: We cannot let it destroy us; Michael's 'Army of Love', his 'Soldiers of Love'. Remember? Love is not just empty platitudes or spoonfuls of sugar sprinkled over the pain. This is for REAL. You know this love, through and through. We all do, for it's what brought us together. Please, let us never forget it, for without it we are lost. Feel it, know it, live it. That is spirit, that is truth, that is Michael.

"In a world filled with hate,
we must still dare to hope.
In a world filled with anger,
we must still dare to comfort.
In a world filled with despair,
we must still dare to dream,
In a world filled with distrust,
we must still dare to believe."

Do you know the saying "nothing worthwhile is ever easy"? Well, this is where we find ourselves. Each person must search their own soul to find a center of peace and to discover how and where they can use their talents to channel this energy. No one is perfect, but we can try. It is a dilemma: how do we move forward, past all that's happened, through all that's still to come and somehow make LOVE our weapon to conquer any evil? Rest assured, it can be done, for God does not give us any task we're not ready for. None of us wanted this one, but it's ours nonetheless, and it will not complete itself. We have to rise to the challenge, rise up against the onslaught, be strong and most of all be brave within our hearts to succeed. It takes courage and humility to stand strong and look for the humanity in an enemy, withholding the poison arrows while trusting a jury. And it takes practice. That's alright, for we're all works in progress, still learning how to operate from the heart with ever-increasing frequency. And all of us across the planet have been blessed with the same exquisite teacher to help point us onto this path. "It's all about love." Truth and wisdom from the man himself.

And so, if you'll be in front of the courthouse on Tuesday (or any day after), sending banners from around the world or just writing on social networking sites, we're collectively asking that we all make an effort to remember the LOVE, the mission, the message, and to do our best to act from a place in our heart that demonstrates it. Remember that the world is watching. The media is watching. The children are watching. Everything we say and do now reflects on each other ... and it reflects on Michael. And it teaches ... just what it teaches is our choice.

"I was sick over the notoriety
of the attacks. I don't know if
[television news] played it too
many times, but we went from
fear to hate to anger to vengeance."
~ MJ on 9/11 & What More Can I Give

Can we set aside our differences and together show the world with ONE VOICE that we, MICHAEL'S FANS, are a UNITED FORCE and that we can RISE ABOVE attempts to brings us down, and RISE ABOVE whatever they throw at us? Yes, we can. We are stronger than war, for we are for PEACE. We are stronger than lies, for we are for TRUTH. We are stronger than revenge, for we are for JUSTICE. We are stronger than name-calling, for we are not bullies. We are stronger than hate, for we are for LOVE.

We will stand strong. We will represent. We will not give up. We will support truth, as our prayers sweep away the lies. Our love will support Michael's family, each other and all those who are working for justice. And we will do it in RESPECTFUL SOLIDARITY, with DIGNITY, GRACE and CLASS, just like Michael would. Thank you, namaste, and so much love to ALL of you. Know that you are never alone. "Don't let go of my hand..." ♥ ♥ ♥

More links to other sites joining in the call for unity at http://www.majorloveprayer.org/2011/09/call-for-love-during-murray-trial.html

Cosmic Drums and the Symphony of Love

"Deep inside I feel that this world we live in is really a big, huge, monumental symphonic orchestra. I believe that in its primordial form all of creation is sound and that it’s not just random sound, that it’s music. You’ve heard the expression, music of the spheres? Well, that’s a very literal phrase… I say: “Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.” This is a very literal statement, because the same new miracle intervals and biological rhythms that sound out the architecture of my DNA also govern the movement of the stars. The same music governs the rhythm of the seasons, the pulse of our heartbeats, the migration of birds, the ebb and flow of ocean tides, the cycles of growth, evolution and dissolution. It’s music, it’s rhythm." ~ Michael Jackson (Ebony magazine, 1992)

I was reminded of this quote (ok, and many others ;) from Michael when I ran across this article on CNN's website today about the literal drumbeats in sound made by the universe. It's fascinating. Cosmic Music from Dying Stars.

"There's no air in space to compress to ring against your ear...But it's important to realize the universe isn't a silent film, because space itself wobbles and rumbles like a drum in response to all of these things unfolding in the cosmos... If space itself is ringing and squeezing and stretching, your eardrums can resonate in response ... you could hear the sound of very dramatic events in the universe,"
~ Janna Levin, physics & astronomy professor at Barnard College

You can also watch 17 minutes of Levin's lecture (including an example of the estimated drum sound of the universe) on TED's website, also embedded below: