Stardust: A Conversation with Galactic Archangel Orion

Marty Boyle   Chapter 1   I put down the book I was reading and gently rubbed my eyes. For several weeks, I had been seeing flashes of what looked like starlight in my peripheral vision. My yearly vision appointment was coming up, so made a mental note to mention it. Suddenly and quite inexplicably, my mind was engulfed with stars. Thousands and thousands of stars. Millions. It appeared as if whole galaxies swept through my mind’s eye, and I could only gasp in its beauty. As the vision finally ebbed, the light in my room grew brighter. And brighter. I rubbed my eyes again and squinted, trying to adjust to the light. Immediately, the light lessened enough for me to fully open my eyes. There, in front of me was a massive glowing being.   The first thing I noticed was the overwhelming peace that suddenly filled me. Instinctively, I closed my eyes to fully embrace it. After a long moment of Divine bliss, I returned to myself and gazed at the towering presence. A powerful masculine energy emanated from it, but as soon as I felt that, the energy became distinctly feminine. I had the sense that I could perceive this amazing being’s energy either way, but for some reason, I felt the masculine energy better suited it. Suddenly, stars surrounded him, seemingly flowing through him and becoming a part of him. Being a big fan of angels and archangels, I searched for wings, but found none. I suddenly remembered that angels are brilliant light beings, but we humans do love our paradigms, and winged angels would be one of them. Ergo, should those of us embracing this paradigm encounter angels on the physical plane, most likely, they are winged. But not this guy.   My eyes moved to his face. Or what should have been his face. All I saw were legions of more stars, sparkling brightly. Hmm, I thought, knowing my paradigm of a Divine visitation called for a face, for I understood with every fiber of my being that the vision in front of me came from God. It appears there’s a face issue here.   Releasing my very human face paradigm momentarily, and having resolved  the wing issue, I moved on and examined the beautiful aura surrounding him. It was filled with the colors of the nighttime sky – deep purples and midnight blues with glints of sparkly soft pink and orange light running through it – just like a galaxy filled with twinkling stars. I felt more than a bit overwhelmed with the massive power and expansiveness of his energy. His power felt ancient – as in the beginnings-of-the-Universe ancient, and it humbled me. For another long moment, I could only gape at the exquisite being, trying to come to terms with what I was experiencing.   Compassion flowed from him, and I found I could easily hear him speak. “Be not afraid. I am Orion, and I come from God. I am here to help humanity evolve.”   I gaped at him, stunned that this was happening to me. Orion? Like my favorite constellation, Orion – Orion, the hunter? A vision of the constellation came to mind, and the hunter was clearly visible, as described by Ancient Greek mythology. The three stars in his belt making up the Orion constellation were clearly visible, as well, for I had often gazed at the constellation in wonder. I began to muse. Hmmm. As the myth goes, Orion was a tall, handsome, mighty hunter, who ticked off a god for misdeeds, and as punishment, was placed into the nighttime sky for all eternity. His bow is extended toward the Pleiades, and he is being chased by the scorpion from the constellation Scorpius. Mulling this over, I found I could only nod at Orion’s words. Besides, what could I possibly say to a Divine being who had just materialized in front of me – especially one being chased by an enormous scorpion?   I had a sense that he smiled at me, and I realized that he could hear my thoughts. He smiled again and continued speaking.   “It’s the face thing, Soul, isn’t it?”   My face crimsoned, and I nodded tentatively, not wanting to say something stupid that might send him packing.   Again, I got the sense that he might be grinning at me. “Tell you what,” he said. “All of my human interactions are uniquely individual. Some don’t mind the face issue, as you succinctly put it, and are happy connecting solely with my energy, but others – like you – would prefer to see a human face.” He paused for a moment, as if thinking. “Tell me, what does your paradigm think I look like? How would you envision me?”   My eyes widened. I can design this Divine creature any way I wish?   He nodded in reply.   I cleared my throat. “Well, I guess I would envision you as a tall, dark, handsome male with deep, midnight blue hair, parted on the side, fashionably longish bangs that sweep back to the rest of your hair, which then falls past your shoulders.” He remained quiet while I paused. “On second thought, I confess I do love a man bun, so perhaps you could have one of those, maybe with tendrils loosely falling from the the bun – but no bangs.” When he didn’t answer, I figured he was either ticked or waiting for more description. I opted for the latter, desperately hoping it wasn’t the former, and he was biding his time for Divine retribution.   I straightened my shoulders, threw off my insecurities and continued. “Perhaps, since your aura is so massive, I’m thinking you should be a large being.  Not chunky, but tall. With a good physique. Maybe a distinguished nose.” I tapped my finger on my chin in thought.  “Perhaps with a lovely Latin complexion. I wouldn’t mind a five-o’clock shadow on your face, but no beard or mustache, please. Let’s keep it simple. Oh, and expressive, beautiful midnight blue eyes. Maybe with a twinkle in them, you know?”   “Anything else?”    “Hmm. I think that just about covers it.”   “Wings or no wings?”   “That’s a tough one. Let’s go with no wings for now and we can always amend that choice later if the occasion warrants it.” I paused again and then blurted, “Wait! I’m thinking if I can design your body, maybe I can do the same with your clothes.” He nodded and I continued.   “Even though we have just met, for a celestial hotshot, you seem easy-going, so I don’t think a long white robe and sandals exactly fit your personality. Maybe we can go with the casual look. With your star/Universe connection, how about indigo jeans – broken in, thank you – and a dark blue denim shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up? Perhaps a nice pair of black work boots?” I paused a moment. “Okay, I think that takes care of it.”   I peered at him, holding my breath. In a heartbeat, Orion had become exactly as I had designed him. But I had forgotten one thing – age. Before me was a hunched-over, ancient-looking man, his gnarled fingers grasping an equally ancient walking stick.   With a grin on his wrinkles-upon-wrinkled face, he chuckled. “You didn’t specify an age, and since you correctly assumed my energy to be ancient, here I am!”   “Oh, dear,” I murmured. “I don’t want to appear ageist, and I certainly am open-minded, but, …” I looked at him.   “Old geezer doesn’t play into this paradigm of yours?” I could feel my cheeks redden, as I weakly nodded. Without another word, he slowly began to shed years. Decades. And within a few moments, the stoop was gone, and in its place stood a tall, handsome man of middle age.   “Stop!” I called, worried that if I kept mum, he would continue to regress in age to infancy. Not that I have anything against infants, per se – I had had four of my own – but Orion in diapers just didn’t cut it in my paradigm.   He winked at me, and slowly turned around for approval. I was ecstatic and clapped my hands together in glee. I did a great job! He is one darn good-looking galactic archangel, if I do say so, myself!   “Now, do I look like someone with whom you can begin a relationship?” He leaned closer to me. My eyes met his, and I gasped again, for inside those midnight blue eyes were entire galaxies.   I could only nod. And gulp audibly. For a long moment, there was silence. I scanned my memory, wondering why, after working with angels for years, I was not familiar with this particular one. “I don’t want to appear ungracious or unwelcoming, Archangel Orion, but I don’t seem to recall you in all the angel books I’ve read. You’re obviously ancient … “ He began to grin, and I quickly tried to recover. “You know, ancient energy … ancient Universe… that sort of thing.”   Orion took pity on me and smiled gently. “You’re right, Soul. I am ancient, but have only recently stepped forward onto your planet, which you call Earth, but which the rest of the Universe calls Gaia. As I said, I am here to help humanity.”   “Your job description sounds angelic. Are you an angel?”   He nodded. “I am known as The Galactic Archangel. Orion means Rising in the Sky. As a Divine cosmic being, my purview is the entire Universe. As an archangel, I also work with other archangels to guide entire groups of humans, as well as those off-planet.”   “Off planet?”   The angel nodded. “The rest of the Universe and all of its dimensions, but we’ll chat about all of that at another time.”   “Okay. Patience is my middle name.” Orion lifted one perfectly designed brow in skepticism, so I quickly changed the subject.   “I’m just thrilled to be having this conversation with you, but honestly, I can’t figure out for the life of me, how I would deserve such a thing. Why me?”   His gaze caught mine, and he held it for several moments.  Softly, he asked, “Why not you? You have never asked the angelic realm for help?”   I reddened. Again. “Yes, of course I have, but millions must ask for help from the angelic realm. I haven’t heard of too many people who receive an angelic visitation, let alone one that works with the entire Universe.”   “Remember, all those prayers from all those millions – and let’s up that number to billions ­– of humans are heard. Archangels can be everywhere at once, guiding and supporting all those who request our assistance. But remember, before we can help, we first must be invited into their lives. It’s our way of honoring humanity’s great gift of Free Will. The bottom line? You have begun to question your place in the Universe, and asked for help in understanding, and voila! I came. All humans are worthy of angelic assistance.”   I nodded. “Okay, I guess I can go with that for the time being, and try and release my self-doubt. As for your question, yes. When I read or hear about another angel, I make it a point to invite the Divine being into my life. Like a heavenly safety belt. More or less.” I paused.   The angel grinned. “Like my constellation? You know, belt? As in Orion’s belt?”   I smiled and rolled my eyes; his response was another grin. I cleared my throat. “I’m trying to get a grasp on you, so I hope you don’t mind the interrogation.” He smiled and nodded, so I continued. “Since you mentioned your constellation, let’s talk about that. You actually hang out there?”   “Yes, while I spend time in the Orion constellation, most of my time is equally spent with the rest of the Universe.”   “Why emphasize the word time?”   “Your planet is the only one in the Universe that uses the construct of time – linear time. Minutes become hours, which become days, which become years and lifetimes, decades and millennia. The rest of the Universe has no such constraints. We operate on simultaneous existence. There is no past or future. All takes place now. In the Now.” He paused. “Think of a vinyl music record with perhaps eight songs on each side. There is a song, and then a pause, and then a song, and then a pause, and so on. That would be linear time – one song/event after another. Now think of that vinyl record with no pauses and all the music – all the songs – are playing at the same time – in exquisite harmony. That would be simultaneous existence. Without the constructs of past and future, all of your lifetimes are happening at the same time. The now.”   My mouth dropped open and I squeaked, “Lifetimes? As in plural?”   Orion chuckled and nodded. “Yes, but before we go any farther with this, please invite me into your life.”   “Galactic Archangel Orion, I deeply appreciate the opportunity you are giving me, and I graciously invite you into my life.” I paused. “Does that cover it?”   The angel nodded. “And now, I think it’s the perfect time to stretch our legs and go on a journey. Are you in?”   “I am so in!” Suddenly, I glanced at my watch and my face fell. “Drat. I have a dental appointment in a couple of hours. Will we be back in time or should I call and reschedule it?”   “Soul, where we’re going, there is no linear time. When we complete our journey, you will find that no time has been lost in your physical world.” He paused and pointed to my watch. “What time is it?”   “1:10 p.m.”   “Okay, remember that, and when we return, you can see for yourself!”   I smiled. A journey! I’m actually going on a journey with a galactic archangel!   And then, there was no more time for musing, for with a soft whooshing sound, the great and powerful Archangel Orion and I shifted.   (Excerpt from Stardust: A Conversation with Galactic Archangel Orion – https://www.martyboyle.com– mjboyle607@aol.com) Here Marty on her podcast:  http://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2273513.rss    © Copyright Marty Boyle 2023. All rights reserved.