I Have a Friend Who…

“If we worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true really is true, then there would be little hope for advance.” —Orville Wright, Inventor

Perhaps I Should Mention

I love outside input. I hope that at least occasionally, I quote from sources you’ve never heard of. If you’ve read from, met, talked with or know most of the sources I quote from, then we’re moving in a circle that’s too tight.  Cross fertilization that close is deemed illegal in most states. That’s as bad as progressives who only watch MSNBC or conservatives who only take in Fox News. I think that’s a problem…perhaps even a core problem in the current operation of “democracy.”

So I garner much of what comes up in this blog (this word does not roll off my tongue) from truly outside sources. Not all…but certainly some of it.

It’s time I bring this up.  I am not sourcing all of these conversations myself. I have a lot of help. Or perhaps I should say that I am providing a modicum of help to those I have come to refer to as my “Celestial Committee” or simply “The Committee” (an identifier that works, for us Unitarians.) They function for me in much the same way as a student advisory committee or Kwai Chang Caine’s counsel of Shaolin masters. Sometimes they teach, sometimes they counsel; they’ve bailed me out of some tough situations and I know them to be my friends.

Why do I believe angels exist? For the same reason I believe you or I ‘exist.’ I have some compelling experience to indicate the possibility; and it’s easier and more useful than believing we are not here.

The Committee is made up of several, usually non-corporeal, beings including Ascended Masters and Archangels at least. I’ve been in conscious conversation with them for the past few years and have come to see that interactions, at various levels, have been happening for much longer. I suck at name dropping, though I am not adverse to such specifics coming up in the course conversation. I will say, however, that I find them to be the best of company, exceedingly pleasant, extremely polite and never dull. There is no cause to worry that you will ever have to suffer the pleasure of their company if you don’t want it. And finally, the presence of such “Celestials” (for lack of a better communal identifier) cannot be faked. So I am absolutely certain that there are no covert ‘evil’ forces at work here. As I’ve said in the past – it’s like the meeting of twins separated at birth…when you experience it, you just know.

Why do I call these talks “Rare Conversations?” Well, because they can cause some people (that does not necessarily mean you) discomfort, if honestly waged. So they are topics that tend to be avoided in polite company. How do I know this? Because I have met what I’ve heard Paul Kimball so eloquently describe as “the Laughter Curtain.” We’ll get back to that in a moment.

When Did You First Begin to Notice These…Voices?

We have always been with you

Over the years as I became more aware that I have been in contact with several of these beings for most of my life (at least) I have had to come to terms with some personal, seemingly opposing, points of view. For example, I have also been trained and practiced in the area of psychology, psycho-therapeutics and psycho-diagnostics. In fact, it has been my responsibility to advise voluntary and involuntary admissions to psychiatric facilities in years past. So I know exactly what this sounds like and how it looks in the eyes of the tribal-mind.  I grew up a hyper-logical child and even studied scientific philosophy and mathematical logic on an NSA grant at the University of Chicago during my freshman high school year. Yet a long line of experiences have caused me to reduce those lenses of rational materialism through which I’d previously viewed the world, to being simply the hammer and screwdriver of a larger tool kit.  I still use those tools, though more judiciously than before, lest I mash something tender with the hammer or screw something to the point of damage. I’ve come to perceive that there are, one might say, many logics in nature; and only a few of them run at right angles.

It was, in fact, due largely to the patient encouragement of The Committee that I began this blog. Some time ago I began doing “Morning Pages,” a journaling process as prescribed by Julia Cameron in her book The Artist’s Way. This came to me as I was helping a friend unpack after a particularly arduous move (they’re all arduous.)  Toward the end of our workday I came across a well-used copy of the book and asked where it should be placed in the shelves. My friend, Meg, replied “OH! I’ve been looking for that book for you. You might like it…you should read it.” OK… that was certainly a recommendation. I took it and very shortly after that I was writing my Morning Pages. At some point, not long into the process of writing in a stream of consciousness style, I asked a question…to which came an answer. I didn’t feel that I had answered that question. In fact, it felt as though someone nearby, in a matter of fact manner, had responded to my inquiry. I wrote the response and continued along the line of thought, which momentarily came to another question. This, in turn, brought another response and before long a conversation ensued. The conversation developed, quite frankly, into an explication of the matter at hand.

Because I am somewhat emphatic I have had to develop several means of distinguishing my feelings and thoughts from those of people around me. I have ways of differentiating whether this is MY idea or someone else’s that I’m picking up. And these were not my ideas. I understood them, for the most part, but they were not originating from my perspective. Someone was conversing with me…and that was exciting. I could feel that this presence was extremely intelligent and may have been, to some extent dumbing it down for me…but without a hint of condescension; there was no ‘stuff’ on it at all. In fact, the way this presence felt was warm and welcoming. It was like arriving at a reunion of friends, who I’d not seen for 50 years. It might also be compared to an adult running into the imaginary friend of their childhood in the living room one morning (something or someone unusual, say for instance, a talking sphinx) and at that moment being completely comfortable with it, having hardly any resistance.

Now you may notice I said “hardly any resistance,” because while all this is going on, part of my mind is that of a psychologist who’s worked as a psychiatric intake therapist at a bustling county hospital (in a county that really knew how to get its money’s worth out of a psychiatric ward), and that mind KNOWS exactly what this looks like… disembodied voices, et al.

Nonetheless, in about half an hour the chat wound down, completed and the other party ‘said’ – “We are with you. We are always with you. We have always been with you.” And for some reason, I knew that to be true.

How We Got Here

“Oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage.” —Tess Lynch, Writer, Gentlewoman, and Essayist

I woke one morning, mid-conversation with one of the Committee, about something I deemed to be obscure; some response to yet another of my many inquiries. A brief disgruntled mood ran through my mind about all this delicious input I was receiving. I blurted (actually, I thought rather loudly)… “But is anybody, besides me, really interested in this stuff!?” Calmly and as clear as day it came back “Yes, Marsh, plenty of people would be interested in this.” Pause… “Really?!?” “Yes, really.” That was that, for the moment. But the topic came back again and again. Eventually I began to see what my resistance was really about. I was up against my “Laughter Curtain,” my ‘Veil of Derision.’

One of the things that makes the unfamiliar (or anything that does not have a place on the evening news or All My Children) hard to carry is what I’ve come to think of as “The Laughter Curtain” or ‘The Veil of Derision’; in the words of Adam Sandler “They’re gonna laugh at chu!” Now, Sandler said ‘screw that,’ and he went on to become a very successful comedian. But for those of us that think we can get through life without being comedians, or at least hope we can avoid being the brunt of Life’s jokes and landing in the spotlight of our own comedy ensemble…we dread thinking of being laughed at or worse yet, shunned. For that is tantamount to becoming prey; and no one wants to be prey. This would also be very much like returning to childhood; and the young of every species are potentially prey.

Children often see and quite freely commune with all manner of spirits and Angels without realizing who they are actually talking to. “Imaginary friends” should never be overlooked as simple child’s play; it’s surprising how much vivid detail children can give you about (‘their imaginary friends’.) Children do not yet have any societal preconditions telling them that it’s impossible to commune with spirits. As they grow older, society itself often ridicules such abilities, whether in friendship circles or even the media, to a point where most children adopt a new overriding belief that “It’s impossible for spirits to exist because everybody else does not see them, therefore they do not exist.” This is the birth of a new subconscious limitation that stays with them for life…Society doesn’t want to see spirits because such a skill is considered different; consequently, the individual doesn’t want to see spirits because he or she is fearful or needs to fit into society. The subconscious mind accepts these commands and filters spirits out of their reality.

̶ Chaudhary, Sufian (2013-01-12). World of Archangels

Quite frankly, it is easier to believe that we are our stuff, our clothes our cars…be they Lamborghini, Lexus, Smart Car or even used. Because without that, what would be our protective clothing? Even a clunker fits in much better on a freeway than I would running naked in the road.

But would that be true if you were a god or a goddess in full radiance, or the most brilliant inventor that ever lived, or that big blue guy in Watchmen? Of course not, because your capacities would override even the worst traffic.  And perhaps I am trying to convince you that that’s the truth… not allegory… but truly so.

If you feel that I have a long way to go to prove this point, fahgeddaboudit; like that memory on the tip of the tongue, it’ll come back, in time.

Suiting Up and Getting Back On the Road

In closing let me just say for the record that I don’t think such conversations are particularly unusual. I believe that people have been talking to ascended masters, gods, goddesses, angels and other post-material and extra-terrestrial beings since the dawn of our time.

I’m not one to argue the efficacy of all the points made in any of the Bibles (those operations manuals that have been left strewn about in most human cultures, and perhaps even in the whale songs and other nooks and crannies of nature) since clearly these are written by groups and then cleverly formatted, very much like the constitution or sit coms. I doubt that they are the word of God, per se, any more than everything else (I believe ALL THAT IS to be the Word of the Unmanifest – for the record.) Yet I do believe that some historical experiences are mixed up in there; and records of people talking to such beings abound. These records just reflect the conversations had by famous people. I’m quite positive that countless, nameless individuals (Joe Schmoes, Jane Does, yours truly) have been consciously communicating with them forever. Angels and the Enlightened Ones have no egos to fetter and are not concerned with Kodak moments with the rich and famous. In my experience they love us all unconditionally.

I have, on occasion, taken the time to perform introductions between people and certain Celestials. These stick, more or less. Like anyone to whom you are introduced. If you maintain the relationship, every now and then return emails and calls, drop a line or give a buzz yourself once in a while, you get to know them a little better and the relationship develops.  But I’m not a Yenta and therefore, as in the rest of my life, don’t sit around thinking about who should hook-up with who. Still, if you want to meet one of The Committee, I’m willing to make it happen, if I can. Just let me know.

Beyond this, many of us meet them in REM dreams and day dreams and disguised in everyday life. No need to feel awkward about this. They are with us, have always been with us, will always be with us.

Masters at an early Burning Man…
prior to Ascension.

Extras:

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Factoid: Belief in the existence of Angels has been quite widespread among humans throughout our history and up to the present time, though downplayed in their human-like image during the current reign of the great religions of science and economics.  Judaism, Christianity,  Latter Day Saints,  Islam,  Bahá’í Faith, Neoplatonism, Zoroastrianism, Sikhism, Brahma Kumaris, Theosophy and Hermetic Qabalah all hold discussions regarding the nature of Angels; just to name a few. The Kerub frescos found on the walls of ancient buildings in Baghdad and even the sphinxes found in Egyptian iconography are construed to be Angels. There is a great deal of current speculation that many if not most of the Gods and Goddesses of the religions of the older civilizations, tribes and cultures may well have been actual people who walked among those of their time. Several of these, it is thought, became enlightened teachers, beyond the cycle of birth and death. These “Ascended Masters” (ex – Yeshua/Jesus, Lakshmi, Dana, St. Germain, Buddha, Quan Yin/Tara, etc), some think, remain in contact to continue, as articulated in the vows of the bodhisattvas, to assist (at least) the living. Experiences with these Masters, of all sorts, continue to this day across virtually every culture. Explanations for these phenomena vary and several will probably come up as topics in “Conversations” to come.

Closing Number(s): 41, 10

Trivia: 如果不是巧合，没有故事 = “If there is no coincidence there is no story.”

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