[When we last met up with Soul, she and Epheniel, her guardian angel, had put the finishing touches on Soul’s next incarnation, and had received approval from the Preincarnation Committee, aka Zeke.]
I thanked Zeke and was again enfolded for the return trip to Epheniel’s conference room. Upon arrival, she said, “Soul, I’d like you to meet someone before you incarnate. He’s a friend of mine and someone with whom we will be working closely once you begin to discover the true nature of your lifetime journey.”
My hand automatically went to my hair to ensure I was suitably presentable. A chuckle came from my angel. “Oh, Soul, don’t fuss now. You’re fine just the way you are.” She paused a moment in thought. “Soul, I have a distinct feeling that will be one of your life lessons.” I looked at her questioningly.
“Fussing with my hair?”
“No. Understanding that you’re fine just the way you are.”
“Okay, then,” I said once my heavenly head of hair seemed to be in place. “Where is he? Are we traveling by angel power again?”
She giggled. “He’s standing right behind you, watching you fuss with your heavenly head of hair.”
I spun around, mortified that her friend’s first impression of me would be so human. I gasped at the sight that met my eyes. There, before me, stood a magnificent male angel, overwhelming in his splendor. He was tall – taller than my own angel – and muscular in build. And while his face could never be described as feminine, it was chiseled and beautiful. An amused Aren’t-humans-cute smile crossed his face. His wings were powerful and seemed more masculine in nature than those of my own angel. He wore a short white tunic with simple gold trim. Plain, brown, strapped sandals covered his feet and calves. Around his waist was a golden belt and precious gem-encrusted sheath, holding an intricately crafted sword that swung at his side as he stepped forward to meet me. His soft, brown hair hit his shoulders gently, and his face was wreathed in love as he extended his hand to mine.
“Soul?” My angel gently tapped me on the shoulder, concern for me showing on her face. “Are you all right, Soul? I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Michael.”
I tore my eyes from him, back to my own beautiful angel only for a second. “Michael?” I repeated as if in a haze. Which, in fact, I was.
She nodded, but then caught herself. “Actually, he prefers the pronunciation Mi-kay-el, but doesn’t mind the modern version, do you Michael?”
The magnificent archangel leaned jauntily on his sword. “Hello, Soul. Nope, call me what you want. Trust me, I’ve been called much worse.” He grinned and held my hand. “I hear you’ve requested to help us resolve conflict on the earth realm and guide human spirits toward Light. Welcome to our realm, Soul, as we work to bring peace to yours. Remember that I’m also here to help you. Call on me as often as you need to.”
My eyes flew from Michael to my guardian. “Didn’t you just say that I have chosen to feel disconnected from this realm?” When she nodded, I asked, “Then how on earth – or heaven – can I call him?”
“We can always hear you, Soul; you may not be able to hear us – at least until you can find a spiritual loophole and finagle your way to us.”
“Call me,” Michael repeated with a small smile on his face. “I’ll come. Just grab some guts and give me a call!” He moved his hand to his ear to resemble a phone receiver, his eyes twinkling with merriment. I was sure that image would be forever seared into my brain.
Suddenly, my mind reeled with a memory. Grab some guts? Where have I heard that before? My eyes narrowed in suspicion. Michael simply smiled.
And, for the first time in what might be several millennia, I was speechless. In Michael’s presence, time, space, dimension and even the walls of the room seemed to fall away before me. He filled my entire being, overflowing with love, great wisdom, and respect, leaving me with a sense of exquisite ecstasy. At a total loss for words, I could only nod. I felt a tap on my shoulder again and vaguely wondered how much time had passed – a moment or an hour? Time had lost all meaning, yet I clearly understood that even in the busyness of the monumental tasks set before him, Michael had recognized me, and had deeply honored me with his gracious welcome.
“Soul? Are you all right?” I glanced over to Epheniel, nodded and looked back at Michael. Or what would have been Michael because he was gone.
“That was Michael,” I stammered, as I sought to slow the pounding of my heart. “ I grinned and corrected myself. “My paradigm of Michael.”
“Yes, Soul, I know,” my angel chuckled. “I introduced you, remember?”
“No,” I said, struggling for composure. “You don’t understand. That was Michael of Archangel Fame, wasn’t he? I remember him from other past lives. I think I even worked with him at some point…” Words again failed me, and my angel continued to chuckle. “He had that sword and everything ...”
“Yes, that was Michael of Archangel Fame.” Epheniel patted my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Soul. Once you start working with him, you’ll get over it.” I stared at her, wondering if her words could ever possibly be true. I had certainly learned a great deal already and I had yet to incarnate. If only all human spirits could retain this knowledge for the earth realm.
“Sorry, Soul. While you will remember our conversations whenever you come back to see me, you, yourself, will drop the veil on all of this at the age of seven.”
I had the good grace to grin. “Rule #329.4 strictly prohibits Preincarnation Process Memory Retention, eh?” Suddenly, my heart would have dropped to my stomach – had I had one – with a sinking realization. She just read my mind! I cringed inwardly at all my earlier devious mental machinations. I gazed at her in wonder that after all my thoughts, she was still willing to walk with me. As if in reply, Epheniel once again flooded my being with love before continuing the conversation.
“Remember, even though you will feel disconnected from all of this, you can always tap into your Higher Self for knowledge at any time. That language is one of emotions and feeling.” She smiled and leaned over to kiss my forehead. “And then, there’s always me.” The angel flipped her hair back over her shoulders and vigorously rubbed her hands together in anticipation. “Now, exactly when would you like to incarnate?”
“Now’s as good a time as ever, I suppose. As I recall, I’m not crazy about the birth process, and there are other parts of humanity that I could live without, but all in all, it’s my type of thing.” I looked her squarely in her eyes, knowing my time with her on this realm was quickly ending. I was still concerned about the mind-reading fiasco. Has my foolish pettiness placed me on some seraphic revenge list? Was it too late for Brunhildette? I swallowed loudly. “Hey, no hard feelings here with all of that decision-making stuff? I sure would hate to begin this life on a bad note with you.”
“No, Soul, it’s always wonderful to have you here. I love your spirit. It keeps me on my toes.” Epheniel grinned. “If I had toes, that is.” A feeling of great relief coursed through my being, and I resolved to learn my earthly lessons well so that she would be proud of me. Several questions remained unanswered, however, and their answers were critical to my mission.
“Epheniel, how will I recognize you in my life? I don’t want to lose you.”
My glorious angel smiled and enfolded me once again within her wings. “Listen for my voice on the wisp of a breeze. See me in the eyes of a child. Search for me in the rainbow that arches your sky. Feel me in the hearty laughter of a good friend, and find me in the quiet recesses of your soul. Seek me out often, for I will always be with you.”
We appeared to glide toward the door. I didn’t want to interrupt the beauty of the moment, but my humanity surfaced. Again. “I hate to appear rude, but why is it our door is so plain, while the others are so ornate?”
She smiled. “Our door is plain only at the beginning of each of your lifetimes. As you grow and evolve, extending kindnesses and sharing love, the door will evolve, as well. Each time you go in search of me and find a closed door, open it, and notice how the door is changing. I fully expect that by the end of this lifetime, even without the fifteen children and Brunhildette, the door will be glowing with a celestial luminescence. Look for the door in your dreams, Soul. Trust and unlock it whenever you can, opening yourself up to the opportunities that are presented to you.” She gave me one last hug. I clung to her, suddenly wary.
“Thanks for all you’ve ever done for me and will ever do, Epheniel.” My heart suddenly raced as human fear continued to grow. “Is it time now? If I don’t leave soon, I don’t know if I’ll ever find the courage to make the plunge again.” I gazed into those violet eyes, trying to sear the memory into my soul. “How can I leave you?”
“Ah, Soul, goodbyes have never been easy for you. You have chosen to work with me for many lifetimes together. I love our connection, as well, but it is now time. Enjoy your Earth and your journey, but remember this above all else: be happy, compassionate and grateful, love without condition and choose not to merely survive the Earth experience, but to thrive within it. If you can remember that amidst all of your challenges, you will be just fine.” Epheniel paused and I found her words comforting, although, truth be told, Fear was now in full bloom.
“And as for missing me, don’t you realize that I will miss our conversations as much as you? We are deeply connected, my beloved, whether or not you may be able to sense the connection this lifetime.”
That thought brought me even more comfort, but I felt rising panic as I realized the enormity of the task that lay ahead. I grabbed my angel’s hand and wailed, “What if I forget? What if I get lost on this journey and can’t find my way back Home?”
“There, there,” my angel whispered in my ear. “You’re sounding more and more human by the moment. You see, Soul, that’s my purpose in your life besides comforting you in times of sadness and celebrating times of joy. If I feel you are losing your way, I will tap you on the shoulder in some way to get you back onto your chosen path. You have Free Will down there, too, remember, so it is up to you how much of this plan you choose to follow. It may be our plan, but it is your choice. Do you understand?”
Another wave of panic hit me and my voice raised another octave. “But what about my working toward peace – the journey – the book? How am I going to know how and when to do all this stuff?”
“Listen to your Higher Self, Soul, and you will have all the answers you will ever need. Begin to work for peace when you have progressed enough to understand the effects of judgment, hatred and conflict have on humanity, as well as on the beauty of the world around you. It is then that your work to bring about peace will begin. Remember, Soul, world peace can be achieved, but only when each human spirit makes the conscious decision to create peace first within themselves and then extend that peace, compassion and unconditional love to all. Trust your gut; if you listen and learn, you will know what to do. Now, is there anything else before you go?”
Anything else? That’s it? That’s all I get before I jump back into the chaos known as humanity? No magic wand or password? She’s got to be kidding. She wasn’t. My beautiful angel waited patiently for me to swallow my fear. Get used to it, Angel. You’re the only highly evolved entity in this twosome. A beam of love light filled me to overflowing, and I suddenly discovered I could face the unknown without quaking – too much. I released my death grip on the angel.
“So, what now? How do we get this gig rolling?”
“It’s easy, Beloved. Just hold my hand and we’ll go together.” She reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. “Soul, remember to look for me in times of joy, as well as sorrow.”
I gulped audibly, closed my eyes tightly and nodded one last time, clinging to my angel for dear life. Full-fledged fear had returned. “Don’t let me go!” I pleaded.
“We won’t go until you are ready, Soul,” Epheniel patiently promised. “Only when you are ready to let go of all of this and embrace your new lifetime, will it be time.”
I nodded, took a deep breath and for the third time, released the fear. And when I did, all the excitement of the upcoming journey filled the gap left behind. I dislodged the death grip on her hand, smiled, straightened my shoulders and gently reached for my angel’s hand. I suddenly knew I could do this lifetime, surrounded by my team. Once Epheniel’s hand was firmly in my grasp, a bright flash and a whooshing sound surrounded us, and we took off – together.
[Excerpt from This Time Around – https://www.martyboyle.com– firstname.lastname@example.org]
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