I saw this angel of light in my mind. It lit up my space and my home. It is the Archangel Michael. Angels are blind to me. Their eyes are blinding light. They radiate God’s blinding light. They have no need to see. They feel good and evil as an undercurrent and they deal with it accordingly, according to God’s wishes. But blind angels, you do see me so clearly.
This is one of my little angels. I like to preface this by saying my little creatures seem to come alive once i make them. Hence i try my best to take care of them and prevent them from getting damaged. She has been sitting in my little box of treasures. She is one half of a pair. She has a motherly gaze and she is holding on to her quartz crystal for dear life.
I have worn her out to dinner before but as these little sculptures are made with polymer clay they are delicate. They are breakable if you sling your bag on top of them or drop them. Hence you do have to be careful. However they really are one of kind which makes them special.
An angel passing through the shadows to the light across the great Sophia Desert. The desert of wisdom all must pass. The arches reflect doorways to various places. The buildings of rest for all are passed. The paths are very many, through the desert. She finds her way as she has passed through here before.
I woke up this morning with terrible vertigo. I get that when i do too many things at once and don’t have enough rest. I have to be mindful not to do too much or end up in the hospital again. I was sending messages of hope to my friend. In light of covid i am finding interesting things to do. We are all guardian angels. Guardian angels of this planet. Someone’s guardian angel. Never forget that. You are someone’s hope.