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(An excerpt from Barachiel,
From the 15-book series, The Archangel Chronicles.
On this stop, an extraordinary being joins the little group.)
Chapter 8, Part 2
Sunny Meadow
Earth
“So they’re not gunning for us? Are you telling me that there are no bad alien dudes out there?”
Claire smiled, and simply asked. “Are all humans good?”
“No,” replied Ginger. “Some of them do terrible things. Are you asking because that’s your answer, as well?
Claire nodded. “You can’t lump together all those advanced civilizations as good or evil. The vast majority of them are like the vast majority of humans – peaceful and loving.”
“Okay. I can work with that. Now, who else do you hang out with?”
“Soren. He’s a friend of mine, as well, and hails from the Pleiades [plee-AYE-uh-deeze]. His star system can be found in the constellation Taurus, the Bull, located on the bull’s shoulder. It is also known as star cluster M45, but you may be more familiar with its common name: The Seven Sisters. While the star cluster contains over a thousand stars, during the late fall and winter in the northern hemisphere, the unaided eye can typically see its six brightest stars: Alcyone [al-SYE-uh-nee], Maia [MEYE-uh], Electra {ee-LEC-tra], Celaeno [sell-AAH-no], Taygete [TIE-gut-tay], and Asterope [ASS-ter-oh-pay].”
“Six? Then why’s it called The Seven Sisters?”
“According to Greek mythology, Atlas asked Zeus for protection for his seven daughters, because Orion wanted them for himself. As a result, Zeus gave Atlas’s daughters a place of honor and safety by placing them in the nighttime sky. You can see this scenario play out because the constellation Orion appears to be chasing them, but Zeus made sure he would never be able to reach them. As for the seventh sister, Merope [MEER-rope], there are different legends as to what happened to her, but in reality, the Pleiades are not fixed stars, and move individually. The star, Merope, simply moved closer to an interstellar cloud, making it harder to see by the naked eye. But to early humans, Merope simply vanished.”
Ginger grinned. “Cool story, Claire. Now, tell me about Soren.”
Claire nodded. “Within the Universe’s star systems, there are many individual races with differing appearances, the Arcturians and Pleiadean communities included, but we’ll talk about that later. Let’s concentrate on the Pleiadians [plee-AYE-dee-uns] right now. They are also beautiful – very tall, white-gold hair, although some are without hair. They resemble Scandinavian humans with light to tanned skin, whereas, the Celaeno Pleiadians are blue. They have a youthful appearance, regardless of their age.”
“Soren has told me that the task of the Pleiadians is to help free humanity from the oppression that has kept us in place as a civilization, making it challenging for us to raise Collective Consciousness.”
“Who’s been oppressing us?”
“Remember we talked about how most galactics are kind and loving?” When Ginger nodded, Claire continued. “For now, let’s just say that powerful, nefarious galactic beings with their own vile agenda, have kept humanity tightly under their control for millennia. Many galactic civilizations are fighting for us and with us to get humanity out from under their rule, so that we can raise our consciousness.”
“How is that possible?”
“Besides the Arcturians and Pleiadians, many other races have seeded our planet, in order to work more closely with humanity toward that cause.”
“Seeded?”
“I promise to answer that, but let’s start at the beginning of that discussion with a statement that might curl your toes: Earth humans are a hybrid race.” When Ginger’s eyes widened, she put up a hand. “Give me a moment before you freak out!”
“Basically, the highly advanced galactic designers of this planet termed us The Great Earth Experiment. These designers wanted this to be a Universal effort, with the shared investment of many civilizations, so they sent out an invitation to the cosmos to take part by sharing their DNA in the creation of these Earth humans. Many responded, excited about the project, and wanted to see what this new race might grow to be.”
“Then, they sent out another call to the Universe, seeking volunteers to incarnate into these hybrid humans in order to work together as one in order to raise consciousness – with the stipulation being that they must see the experiment through to the end. The problem with the earlier experiments was that there had been no reason to band together and push up against. Everything was Kumbaya, so to speak. With this current iteration, several factors were added to the previously failed experiments: density, Ego, negativity/Fear, and a lower 3rd Dimension.” Claire paused. “As a result, we became a hybrid race with human and cosmic DNA. Earlier, I told you that we are from the stars. Now you know why.”
“So, how’s the experiment going? Looking at the awful chaos in the world right now, I bet they’re all disappointed in us.”
“On the contrary, Ginger. Those designers, as well as the rest of the cosmos, are excited that after all these years of that density, Ego, negativity, Fear and 3-D consciousness – within that awful world chaos – we are on the brink of raising our Collective Consciousness, which will also raise the consciousness of the cosmos. Think of it as a ripple effect. –tossing a pebble into a still pond creates ripples throughout the whole pond.”
“Remember that investment factor, besides sharing DNA? They have been true to their word. Many loving civilizations have not only watched over this experiment, but are a constant source of Love and support to help with the mission.”
Ginger raised an eyebrow. “What kind of support?”
“Actually, there is a Universal, ironclad mandate when it comes to assisting fledgling planets – The Prime Directive. It’s a non-interference policy preventing galactic races from interfering with the natural social and cultural development of less advanced alien civilizations. Basically, keep your hands off these young planets and let them develop on their own.”
Ginger nodded. “Star Trek.”
“Yep. Just like Star Trek. It’s sometimes tricky to navigate that mandate, but over millennia, galactic races have given gifts to humanity in the form of medical, technical, agricultural, and scientific knowledge, just to name a few. Remember, in Greek mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity, but was punished for doing so? But his act allowed the planet to make progress in leaps and bounds. And while most deem that as a legend, you get the point: gifts from the gods were actually gifts from the galactics.”
“How do they do that, given the Prime Directive?”
“That’s where the tricky part comes in. Most of the time, these gifts are sent through recurring dreams, or given as detailed thoughts: downloads. You may have heard of multiple discovery or simultaneous invention, where an invention patent is submitted at the same time in different areas of the world. Even the Nobel Awards Committee recognizes this, and, as a result, allows more than one recipient in such a case.”
“But why would the galactics give that information to more than one person?”
“Over millennia, many ideas have been given to humans, but not all who receive them, bring them to reality. Giving it to several people allows humanity to have a better chance of getting those gifts, thus enriching their lives.”
Claire gazed at Ginger, whose eyes seemed to be glazing over. “You’re doing so well, but would you like to end for now? This has been a lot. I’m proud of you, friend. I have been learning about all this over the course of my lifetime, but you’re getting a crash course in minutes, so your head must be spinning.”
Ginger chuckled. “I have to admit it is, but my yearning for understanding is greater than anything else. Please, keep going. I feel as if I’m finally waking up after a long nap.”
“Okay, many of those loving civilizations have stepped forward even more by seeding the planet with what are called starseeds. Besides humans containing DNA from the stars, entities from loving, nonphysical races have also incarnated on Earth with their spiritual mission to guide and assist with the raising of our collective consciousness or simply for their own soul growth. These beings look exactly like Earth humans, and act as humans, mating with the hybrid humans, and reproducing more galactic children. Generally speaking, while the starseeds are old souls, their Earth incarnation is generally their first. If I were to magically produce a tv screen of a large group of people, and remove the illusion that covers them, you would be amazed at how many are here at this time, helping humanity.”
“So anybody could be a starseed, and if they are, do they know that?”
Claire smiled. “Absolutely. There is a checklist of sorts which might help people figure out their possible galactic origins. They might feel deeply that they believe they come from somewhere else in the Universe. They may have a profound sense of purpose, but are not sure what that might be. They feel different from others, and often have feelings of homesickness. They may have heightened intuition and feel others’ feelings. Their dreams may be real memories of former galactic lives…”
“Stop!” Ginger cried with excitement. “Please stop! You’re describing me!” She paused, as realization hit. “Barachiel, am I a starseed?”
“I could answer that, but we’re going to wait and see if at some point, you will find your own answer,” replied the angel. “Keep thinking, but more importantly, move into your heart-mind space that Theo talked about, and put together all the parts and pieces of this conversation to discover who you truly are.”
Claire turned to the archangel and yawned. “I’m beat, Barachiel. How about we take a break from this conversation and rest a bit?”
Ginger put up her hand and turned to Barachiel. “This has all been fascinating, but I have a question for you, angel.”
When Barachiel smiled and nodded, Ginger took a big breath and asked, “Where does God play in all of this? In my last life, I thought of God as an old man sitting on a throne, lovingly watching over own little world. I never thought of him as a fire-and-brimstone type of God, but still, he just was the God of Earth. Claire has expanded my brain a great deal, and I realize that I resonate with it all, but where is God in this bigger picture?”
“That’s a great question, Ginger,” Barachiel said. “Your paradigm of God, like so many other paradigms that humanity embraces, has to be re-evaluated, as your planet moves into its rightful place in the cosmos. God – Source – is not just the Creator God of one small planet, but of the infinite number of civilizations, planets, star systems and universes of which Claire spoke. And while it may take a bit of time and thinking to absorb that paradigm, it is Truth.” Barachiel paused.
“Claire’s decision to rest a bit is a wise one. Let’s just stretch out in this beautiful meadow and rest our eyes.”
Suddenly, Brody and Sadie charged over to them, more than happy to join them for a much-needed nap. Before long, all of them were stretched out, breathing slowly.
Try as she might to follow Barachiel’s suggestion, Ginger’s eyes peeked open, her mind impossibly revved by the discussion and possibilities swirling within her mind. There is no way I’m going to be able to drift off after learning all of that!
But, call it angel magic if you will, but within a heartbeat, Ginger’s eyes closed, her breathing became steady and she drifted to sleep.
In her dream, Ginger suddenly came awake, alert and refreshed. Sadie’s eyes cracked open, greatly relieved when Ginger put her finger on her mouth, and motioned for her to stay. The dog blissfully closed her eyes and resettled herself. Ginger quietly stretched her arms and stood, so as not to disturb the others, and then walked further into the meadow.
Again, Ginger was struck by the beauty and serenity, and gazed at the teeming life around her. While she and Claire had concentrated on the flora when they had first arrived, Ginger now took notice of the fauna. Off in the distance at the forested edge of the meadow, she spotted two fawns, and she immediately thought of Theo. She put her hand into her pocket, and pulled out the pink, heart-shaped crystal he had given each of them. She smiled at the memory of his visit, and idly rubbed the crystal, sending Love to the cervitaur, wherever he might be.
A sudden flapping of wings caught her attention, and she watched a red-tailed hawk soaring low over the meadow, searching for tasty meadow voles and field mice.
Hide, little ones! she thought. That hawk looks hungry!
Ginger’s attention was taken next by a soft brown, doe-eyed rabbit, hidden within tall meadow grasses, munching on tender shoots. Ginger sent her love, and smiled when she heard grasshoppers rubbing their wings against their hind legs in their delight of being alive. The buzzing of bees was faint, but Ginger could just make out their song, as they flitted from one bloom to the next, gathering their precious pollen.
Suddenly, her eyes spotted a flutter of beautiful pastel-colored butterflies, moving from flower to flower, collecting that pollen on their bodies and legs as they sought the energy-rich nectar of the blooms. Ginger quietly sat cross-legged near a patch of yellow coneflowers, watching, as the flutter drew closer, much to her delight. Not daring to move for fear of spooking them, she slowed her breathing and waited, sending them Love and Compassion.
The flutter drifted toward the coneflowers, a particular favorite of theirs, and Ginger watched them up close, fascinated by the creatures. After a long moment, they lifted and moved on. Sighing with deep pleasure, Ginger was about to get up when she realized that one butterfly had remained. Its wings were mauve – a soft, light purplish-pink color. She watched in awe as the butterfly landed on her knee.
Don’t move! she sternly reminded herself. She suddenly recalled Malachite telling her that she could contact him any time by just using the power of a thought, and decided to try it with this creature.
Hello, butterfly! she thought. You are exquisite! Thank you for coming to visit me today. I am grateful. To her amazement, the butterfly turned to face her, cocking its tiny head, as if in consideration.
“Greetings, Human!”
Ginger gasped loudly – loudly enough to jar her out of her nap. She sat up, her heart beating rapidly. Claire started to stir, and Ginger shook her gently.
“Claire! I just had the most amazing dream!” she gushed.
“I, too, was having the most amazing dream – until you woke me up!” Claire stretched and smiled at Barachiel, who was watching them both with interest.
“Well,” the archangel began, “it appears as if you both had amazing dreams. Tell me, Claire. What was yours?”
Claire sat up and rubbed her eyes, remembering it fully. “In my dream, I woke up and walked further into the meadow…”
“Mine was just like that, too!” chimed in Ginger. “Were you looking around at all the meadow creatures?”
Claire nodded. “When a hawk showed up, I sent out a thought to the helpless little creatures to hide from him.”
“So did I!” exclaimed Ginger. She turned to Barachiel. “What’s going on?”
“You tell me. Girls, I suggest you put your heads together and figure it out. Heart/mind-storm and you will find the answer.”
Claire nodded and turned to her friend. “What do we know?
Ginger giggled. “We had the exact same dream! I don’t know if it was a case of more angel magic, but I’ve learned on this quest that there are no such things as coincidences, so let’s automatically rule that one out.” She paused.
“Hey, did you talk to a beautiful butterfly?”
Claire nodded excitedly. “And she talked back to me …”
Together, they cried, “Greetings, Human!”
“So, what’s going on here?” asked Ginger.
“My guess is that we are about to meet a new visitor.”
“Could it be the beautiful butterfly?”
The girls turned to Barachiel with excitement, feeling successful with the task the archangel had provided. They gasped as one, for a majestic purple coneflower had suddenly appeared next to Barachiel. On top of the flower was an exquisite tiny being, chatting quietly with Barachiel.
“Well done, girls! It would be my honor to introduce to you another dear friend of mine, Lavender Victoria, although I believe that technically, you’ve already met.”
Claire and Ginger sat at Barachiel’s feet and gazed up at the butterfly, stunned into silence. Just as she had appeared to them in their dreams, the butterfly was a soft purplish-pink. She had a lovely human-like face, similar to that of the faerie realm. Her eyes were large and expressive, while her other facial features were more delicate in nature. The butterfly’s head, thorax and abdomen were a shade darker than her exquisite wings, which were a translucent lavender with sparkling markings of soft lavenders, pinks and pale blues. Her body, itself, was about 3” tall, with a 5” wingspan. Aside from her exquisite body, the most jaw-dropping aspect was that the butterfly glowed with a luminescence that was not of this world. She patiently waited, knowing that the girls needed time to process her sudden reappearance. Finally, she spoke.
“Greetings, humans,” she repeated. “It was my intent to meet you separately, and then again here in our little collective.”
Ginger and Claire exchanged confused glances, but remained silent.
“Cats have your tongues?” the archangel asked, chuckling over the reaction from her protégés. “Perhaps, this would be a good time for you to introduce yourselves to our guest.”
Claire shook aside her awe. “Of course. Our apologies, Miss Lavender Victoria. I am Claire, and I am thrilled to meet you.” Claire nudged her friend.
“Oh, yes! And, I’m Ginger. I appear to be between lifetimes right now, Ma’am, but I’m equally thrilled and grateful to meet you.”
Barachiel smiled. “Lavender Victoria is in butterfly form for our visit, but she is actually a nonphysical entity from a different Universe. You are truly blessed because my friend has agreed to share her wisdom with you today.”
Excerpted from Barachiel, The Archangel Chronicles © Marty Boyle 2025. All Rights Reserved.)
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Sunny Meadow
Earth
“So they’re not gunning for us? Are you telling me that there are no bad alien dudes out there?”
Claire smiled, and simply asked. “Are all humans good?”
“No,” replied Ginger. “Some of them do terrible things. Are you asking because that’s your answer, as well?
Claire nodded. “You can’t lump together all those advanced civilizations as good or evil. The vast majority of them are like the vast majority of humans – peaceful and loving.”
“Okay. I can work with that. Now, who else do you hang out with?”
“Soren. He’s a friend of mine, as well, and hails from the Pleiades [plee-AYE-uh-deeze]. His star system can be found in the constellation Taurus, the Bull, located on the bull’s shoulder. It is also known as star cluster M45, but you may be more familiar with its common name: The Seven Sisters. While the star cluster contains over a thousand stars, during the late fall and winter in the northern hemisphere, the unaided eye can typically see its six brightest stars: Alcyone [al-SYE-uh-nee], Maia [MEYE-uh], Electra {ee-LEC-tra], Celaeno [sell-AAH-no], Taygete [TIE-gut-tay], and Asterope [ASS-ter-oh-pay].”
“Six? Then why’s it called The Seven Sisters?”
“According to Greek mythology, Atlas asked Zeus for protection for his seven daughters, because Orion wanted them for himself. As a result, Zeus gave Atlas’s daughters a place of honor and safety by placing them in the nighttime sky. You can see this scenario play out because the constellation Orion appears to be chasing them, but Zeus made sure he would never be able to reach them. As for the seventh sister, Merope [MEER-rope], there are different legends as to what happened to her, but in reality, the Pleiades are not fixed stars, and move individually. The star, Merope, simply moved closer to an interstellar cloud, making it harder to see by the naked eye. But to early humans, Merope simply vanished.”
Ginger grinned. “Cool story, Claire. Now, tell me about Soren.”
Claire nodded. “Within the Universe’s star systems, there are many individual races with differing appearances, the Arcturians and Pleiadean communities included, but we’ll talk about that later. Let’s concentrate on the Pleiadians [plee-AYE-dee-uns] right now. They are also beautiful – very tall, white-gold hair, although some are without hair. They resemble Scandinavian humans with light to tanned skin, whereas, the Celaeno Pleiadians are blue. They have a youthful appearance, regardless of their age.”
“Soren has told me that the task of the Pleiadians is to help free humanity from the oppression that has kept us in place as a civilization, making it challenging for us to raise Collective Consciousness.”
“Who’s been oppressing us?”
“Remember we talked about how most galactics are kind and loving?” When Ginger nodded, Claire continued. “For now, let’s just say that powerful, nefarious galactic beings with their own vile agenda, have kept humanity tightly under their control for millennia. Many galactic civilizations are fighting for us and with us to get humanity out from under their rule, so that we can raise our consciousness.”
“How is that possible?”
“Besides the Arcturians and Pleiadians, many other races have seeded our planet, in order to work more closely with humanity toward that cause.”
“Seeded?”
“I promise to answer that, but let’s start at the beginning of that discussion with a statement that might curl your toes: Earth humans are a hybrid race.” When Ginger’s eyes widened, she put up a hand. “Give me a moment before you freak out!”
“Basically, the highly advanced galactic designers of this planet termed us The Great Earth Experiment. These designers wanted this to be a Universal effort, with the shared investment of many civilizations, so they sent out an invitation to the cosmos to take part by sharing their DNA in the creation of these Earth humans. Many responded, excited about the project, and wanted to see what this new race might grow to be.”
“Then, they sent out another call to the Universe, seeking volunteers to incarnate into these hybrid humans in order to work together as one in order to raise consciousness – with the stipulation being that they must see the experiment through to the end. The problem with the earlier experiments was that there had been no reason to band together and push up against. Everything was Kumbaya, so to speak. With this current iteration, several factors were added to the previously failed experiments: density, Ego, negativity/Fear, and a lower 3rd Dimension.” Claire paused. “As a result, we became a hybrid race with human and cosmic DNA. Earlier, I told you that we are from the stars. Now you know why.”
“So, how’s the experiment going? Looking at the awful chaos in the world right now, I bet they’re all disappointed in us.”
“On the contrary, Ginger. Those designers, as well as the rest of the cosmos, are excited that after all these years of that density, Ego, negativity, Fear and 3-D consciousness – within that awful world chaos – we are on the brink of raising our Collective Consciousness, which will also raise the consciousness of the cosmos. Think of it as a ripple effect. –tossing a pebble into a still pond creates ripples throughout the whole pond.”
“Remember that investment factor, besides sharing DNA? They have been true to their word. Many loving civilizations have not only watched over this experiment, but are a constant source of Love and support to help with the mission.”
Ginger raised an eyebrow. “What kind of support?”
“Actually, there is a Universal, ironclad mandate when it comes to assisting fledgling planets – The Prime Directive. It’s a non-interference policy preventing galactic races from interfering with the natural social and cultural development of less advanced alien civilizations. Basically, keep your hands off these young planets and let them develop on their own.”
Ginger nodded. “Star Trek.”
“Yep. Just like Star Trek. It’s sometimes tricky to navigate that mandate, but over millennia, galactic races have given gifts to humanity in the form of medical, technical, agricultural, and scientific knowledge, just to name a few. Remember, in Greek mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity, but was punished for doing so? But his act allowed the planet to make progress in leaps and bounds. And while most deem that as a legend, you get the point: gifts from the gods were actually gifts from the galactics.”
“How do they do that, given the Prime Directive?”
“That’s where the tricky part comes in. Most of the time, these gifts are sent through recurring dreams, or given as detailed thoughts: downloads. You may have heard of multiple discovery or simultaneous invention, where an invention patent is submitted at the same time in different areas of the world. Even the Nobel Awards Committee recognizes this, and, as a result, allows more than one recipient in such a case.”
“But why would the galactics give that information to more than one person?”
“Over millennia, many ideas have been given to humans, but not all who receive them, bring them to reality. Giving it to several people allows humanity to have a better chance of getting those gifts, thus enriching their lives.”
Claire gazed at Ginger, whose eyes seemed to be glazing over. “You’re doing so well, but would you like to end for now? This has been a lot. I’m proud of you, friend. I have been learning about all this over the course of my lifetime, but you’re getting a crash course in minutes, so your head must be spinning.”
Ginger chuckled. “I have to admit it is, but my yearning for understanding is greater than anything else. Please, keep going. I feel as if I’m finally waking up after a long nap.”
“Okay, many of those loving civilizations have stepped forward even more by seeding the planet with what are called starseeds. Besides humans containing DNA from the stars, entities from loving, nonphysical races have also incarnated on Earth with their spiritual mission to guide and assist with the raising of our collective consciousness or simply for their own soul growth. These beings look exactly like Earth humans, and act as humans, mating with the hybrid humans, and reproducing more galactic children. Generally speaking, while the starseeds are old souls, their Earth incarnation is generally their first. If I were to magically produce a tv screen of a large group of people, and remove the illusion that covers them, you would be amazed at how many are here at this time, helping humanity.”
“So anybody could be a starseed, and if they are, do they know that?”
Claire smiled. “Absolutely. There is a checklist of sorts which might help people figure out their possible galactic origins. They might feel deeply that they believe they come from somewhere else in the Universe. They may have a profound sense of purpose, but are not sure what that might be. They feel different from others, and often have feelings of homesickness. They may have heightened intuition and feel others’ feelings. Their dreams may be real memories of former galactic lives…”
“Stop!” Ginger cried with excitement. “Please stop! You’re describing me!” She paused, as realization hit. “Barachiel, am I a starseed?”
“I could answer that, but we’re going to wait and see if at some point, you will find your own answer,” replied the angel. “Keep thinking, but more importantly, move into your heart-mind space that Theo talked about, and put together all the parts and pieces of this conversation to discover who you truly are.”
Claire turned to the archangel and yawned. “I’m beat, Barachiel. How about we take a break from this conversation and rest a bit?”
Ginger put up her hand and turned to Barachiel. “This has all been fascinating, but I have a question for you, angel.”
When Barachiel smiled and nodded, Ginger took a big breath and asked, “Where does God play in all of this? In my last life, I thought of God as an old man sitting on a throne, lovingly watching over own little world. I never thought of him as a fire-and-brimstone type of God, but still, he just was the God of Earth. Claire has expanded my brain a great deal, and I realize that I resonate with it all, but where is God in this bigger picture?”
“That’s a great question, Ginger,” Barachiel said. “Your paradigm of God, like so many other paradigms that humanity embraces, has to be re-evaluated, as your planet moves into its rightful place in the cosmos. God – Source – is not just the Creator God of one small planet, but of the infinite number of civilizations, planets, star systems and universes of which Claire spoke. And while it may take a bit of time and thinking to absorb that paradigm, it is Truth.” Barachiel paused.
“Claire’s decision to rest a bit is a wise one. Let’s just stretch out in this beautiful meadow and rest our eyes.”
Suddenly, Brody and Sadie charged over to them, more than happy to join them for a much-needed nap. Before long, all of them were stretched out, breathing slowly.
Try as she might to follow Barachiel’s suggestion, Ginger’s eyes peeked open, her mind impossibly revved by the discussion and possibilities swirling within her mind. There is no way I’m going to be able to drift off after learning all of that!
But, call it angel magic if you will, but within a heartbeat, Ginger’s eyes closed, her breathing became steady and she drifted to sleep.
In her dream, Ginger suddenly came awake, alert and refreshed. Sadie’s eyes cracked open, greatly relieved when Ginger put her finger on her mouth, and motioned for her to stay. The dog blissfully closed her eyes and resettled herself. Ginger quietly stretched her arms and stood, so as not to disturb the others, and then walked further into the meadow.
Again, Ginger was struck by the beauty and serenity, and gazed at the teeming life around her. While she and Claire had concentrated on the flora when they had first arrived, Ginger now took notice of the fauna. Off in the distance at the forested edge of the meadow, she spotted two fawns, and she immediately thought of Theo. She put her hand into her pocket, and pulled out the pink, heart-shaped crystal he had given each of them. She smiled at the memory of his visit, and idly rubbed the crystal, sending Love to the cervitaur, wherever he might be.
A sudden flapping of wings caught her attention, and she watched a red-tailed hawk soaring low over the meadow, searching for tasty meadow voles and field mice.
Hide, little ones! she thought. That hawk looks hungry!
Ginger’s attention was taken next by a soft brown, doe-eyed rabbit, hidden within tall meadow grasses, munching on tender shoots. Ginger sent her love, and smiled when she heard grasshoppers rubbing their wings against their hind legs in their delight of being alive. The buzzing of bees was faint, but Ginger could just make out their song, as they flitted from one bloom to the next, gathering their precious pollen.
Suddenly, her eyes spotted a flutter of beautiful pastel-colored butterflies, moving from flower to flower, collecting that pollen on their bodies and legs as they sought the energy-rich nectar of the blooms. Ginger quietly sat cross-legged near a patch of yellow coneflowers, watching, as the flutter drew closer, much to her delight. Not daring to move for fear of spooking them, she slowed her breathing and waited, sending them Love and Compassion.
The flutter drifted toward the coneflowers, a particular favorite of theirs, and Ginger watched them up close, fascinated by the creatures. After a long moment, they lifted and moved on. Sighing with deep pleasure, Ginger was about to get up when she realized that one butterfly had remained. Its wings were mauve – a soft, light purplish-pink color. She watched in awe as the butterfly landed on her knee.
Don’t move! she sternly reminded herself. She suddenly recalled Malachite telling her that she could contact him any time by just using the power of a thought, and decided to try it with this creature.
Hello, butterfly! she thought. You are exquisite! Thank you for coming to visit me today. I am grateful. To her amazement, the butterfly turned to face her, cocking its tiny head, as if in consideration.
“Greetings, Human!”
Ginger gasped loudly – loudly enough to jar her out of her nap. She sat up, her heart beating rapidly. Claire started to stir, and Ginger shook her gently.
“Claire! I just had the most amazing dream!” she gushed.
“I, too, was having the most amazing dream – until you woke me up!” Claire stretched and smiled at Barachiel, who was watching them both with interest.
“Well,” the archangel began, “it appears as if you both had amazing dreams. Tell me, Claire. What was yours?”
Claire sat up and rubbed her eyes, remembering it fully. “In my dream, I woke up and walked further into the meadow…”
“Mine was just like that, too!” chimed in Ginger. “Were you looking around at all the meadow creatures?”
Claire nodded. “When a hawk showed up, I sent out a thought to the helpless little creatures to hide from him.”
“So did I!” exclaimed Ginger. She turned to Barachiel. “What’s going on?”
“You tell me. Girls, I suggest you put your heads together and figure it out. Heart/mind-storm and you will find the answer.”
Claire nodded and turned to her friend. “What do we know?
Ginger giggled. “We had the exact same dream! I don’t know if it was a case of more angel magic, but I’ve learned on this quest that there are no such things as coincidences, so let’s automatically rule that one out.” She paused.
“Hey, did you talk to a beautiful butterfly?”
Claire nodded excitedly. “And she talked back to me …”
Together, they cried, “Greetings, Human!”
“So, what’s going on here?” asked Ginger.
“My guess is that we are about to meet a new visitor.”
“Could it be the beautiful butterfly?”
The girls turned to Barachiel with excitement, feeling successful with the task the archangel had provided. They gasped as one, for a majestic purple coneflower had suddenly appeared next to Barachiel. On top of the flower was an exquisite tiny being, chatting quietly with Barachiel.
“Well done, girls! It would be my honor to introduce to you another dear friend of mine, Lavender Victoria, although I believe that technically, you’ve already met.”
Claire and Ginger sat at Barachiel’s feet and gazed up at the butterfly, stunned into silence. Just as she had appeared to them in their dreams, the butterfly was a soft purplish-pink. She had a lovely human-like face, similar to that of the faerie realm. Her eyes were large and expressive, while her other facial features were more delicate in nature. The butterfly’s head, thorax and abdomen were a shade darker than her exquisite wings, which were a translucent lavender with sparkling markings of soft lavenders, pinks and pale blues. Her body, itself, was about 3” tall, with a 5” wingspan. Aside from her exquisite body, the most jaw-dropping aspect was that the butterfly glowed with a luminescence that was not of this world. She patiently waited, knowing that the girls needed time to process her sudden reappearance. Finally, she spoke.
“Greetings, humans,” she repeated. “It was my intent to meet you separately, and then again here in our little collective.”
Ginger and Claire exchanged confused glances, but remained silent.
“Cats have your tongues?” the archangel asked, chuckling over the reaction from her protégés. “Perhaps, this would be a good time for you to introduce yourselves to our guest.”
Claire shook aside her awe. “Of course. Our apologies, Miss Lavender Victoria. I am Claire, and I am thrilled to meet you.” Claire nudged her friend.
“Oh, yes! And, I’m Ginger. I appear to be between lifetimes right now, Ma’am, but I’m equally thrilled and grateful to meet you.”
Barachiel smiled. “Lavender Victoria is in butterfly form for our visit, but she is actually a nonphysical entity from a different Universe. You are truly blessed because my friend has agreed to share her wisdom with you today.”
Excerpted from Barachiel, The Archangel Chronicles © Marty Boyle 2025. All Rights Reserved.)
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