My last entry here was about my sister's breakdown and the chaos that ensued. Family relationships can be SO complicated. I was thrown off center for a few days, and it was a long, stressful week. In that journal entry, I was talking about ways I had found to cope with the chaos and bring myself back. That post was deleted, but this is the sequel, nonetheless.
That day when I suddenly felt better and I went out running around in the sunny afternoon, I found this incredible store called "New Age People," full of beautiful spiritual STUFF, and I went around taking in all the beauty and color and inspiration that I saw. Finally, this book appeared right in front of me, and I knew I was supposed to buy that particular book, The Yoga of Jesus. The author was Paramahansa Yogananda, who wrote Autobiography of a Yogi, a very famous book among truth-seeking college-age hippies in the early 1970's. This book is so perfect for me, it was a wonderful gift, to have been guided, as I wandered around, to find it.
It took me a few days to clear my head and re-center myself, but I got there, just in the nick of time. My sister called to ask if we could talk and whether she could come back to the house. I was ready, I was OK after doing all the right stuff to straighten out my energies and be with my inner peace again. So between then and tonight, my sis has told me a number of stories of her experience, being in transitional housing, group living, like a half-way house for these poor, homeless, mentally-ill folks coming out of the mental hospital. She found herself giving to others worse off than herself, little kindnesses and acts of generosity, and it lifted her heart. She has a precious 17-year-old son who is now not speaking to her, and at the place she was staying was a kid her son's age whose mother is not speaking to him. Alone in a room together at midnight, he poured out his heart to her, told her things he's been through, and she ministered to him. She's a mom, she knows how. And she recognized that God was showing her things, creating learning opportunities for her. She felt she had made a leap forward in her spiritual growth because of all these things that went on. Also, when she was trying to meditate and pray, God put a couple of messages in her mind. One was, very gently, you have to stop trying to hurt yourself. You want to come back to Heaven, and you will, when it's time, but stop trying to hurry the process.
The other message was more urgent. My sister is a "sensitive," and her therapist (who is a highly evolved person, a Reiki master and I-don't-know-what-all) understands what she's going through, and verified this for her. The vibrations in the world are becoming very intense, it's a critical time for our planet. God told my sister to pray for an army of angels to walk the earth among us! She said, "I know it's not just me, it's a message He's sending out to all believers."
She said she recognized that it could be perceived as the product of her mental illness, but it was so real to her. My sister is pugnacious, stubborn, argumentative, etc. but she's an idealist, kind of a crusader, she demands justice and fairness where it seems to be lacking. As a sensitive, she is also an activist. She has a cause now, to help people like the ones she met at the halfway house. Nobody donates anything for them, nobody tries to help them, and they are the most needy, i.e., what Jesus called "the least of these."
It's all very deep stuff, but my sister and I understand each other so much better now than we did before. She's going to be OK. She's going to serve God by helping people, and be a happier person for it. I'm going to continue on my path, as I understand it, and apply myself to the purpose of my life: God-realization. I understand my role, what my "assignment" is. I am a Soldier of PEACE. By necessity, being a pacifist is a very passive role. The more peaceful I become, the more centered I become, through the practice of meditation, and staying conscious of my connection to God as it has been revealed to me, then my soul expands beyond the limits of my physical body, and this energy field that emanates from me radiates love and peace. I don't know what God wants me to DO (well, sometimes I do), but I know what He wants me to BE. Becoming THAT is my job, my assignment, my service.
Tonight I prayed with all my heart, please God, send us an army of angels to walk the earth among us. I'm going to ask others to join us in this. Anyone who believes in God or knows God, and anyone who believes or understands that angels are real, powerful, spiritual creatures, I want to ask to join us in a simple but fervent prayer: please God, send us an army of angels to walk the earth among us. I hate all the apocalyptic, end-times paranoia, but it might be true. Great trials may be coming. So, calling all angels, we need all the help we can get.
PEACE & BLESSINGS