Chapter 7: Meeting A Spiritual Being Again
My angel friend had told me that the person who had presented me with the gift of writing was a 'Divine Being' who had come to visit me and the returning of the gift was nothing but giving me the ability to express myself so that I could inform people about all there is beyond what we ordinarily see.
I had asked him if I would see him again? I did not know who he was. He had replied that these Divine Beings do not visit the same person or place again and again.
"So, this answers my query about learning to some extent. Another issue is if we want to learn something or get to know something about an ancient book etc can we get to know." I asked.
"Why not, you have been taught about 'Akashic records'. These are records that are saved in the universe for use later. You just need to access them." The angel replied.
"You can learn an ancient language, learn to play an instrument, get the text of ancient manuscripts and many other things that are considered lost even. These will all come to you provided you will it and you are truthful towards the reason why you want it."
"You see, every word we utter or our thoughts, these are all circulating in the universe. Those who can, do access this information which had been said a long time ago."
"I think I understand. I had a harmonium on which I could just take out the learners notes. My kids wanted me to take out tunes of a few nursery rhymes. I don't know how I was able to, but I found the tune and taught them to play it."
"Yes, that is information passing down to you either from the Akashik records or it has come through from your previous life." He told me.
Next information I want to know is that when we come into spirituality do our friends or circle change?"
"Yes, definitely," he replied. " You must have noticed that the friends you knew earlier drifted away. Maybe out from your place of work etc. or you moved away and you are continuously meeting different people. Your circle starts to include people who have a similar personality like yourself."
"On top of that, you yourself want to avoid people with dubious personalities," he added.
"I think we have talked enough. Now we need to walk among the stars a bit. There is a surprise for you before you get back to the plane." My angel friend said getting up to make a move back to the skies.
He again took my hand and we started to fly upwards. I do not think I could fly on my own, after all, I did not have wings, he did.
Soon we flew through the clouds which seemed like huge cotton blobs placed on a blue sky. We left the clouds behind and went through the blue sky and further upward. Surprisingly, breathing was not an issue. At this height, I did not require oxygen. Maybe the angel ensured an enclosure where there was ample oxygen. Soon we were in space and it was completely dark outside. There were stars to my left and to my right too.
The angel let me move ahead. I could see someone gliding and knew he was a spiritual being. I felt it was the same person I had seen in the celestial house. In reality, I had not seen anyone like him.
He glided amongst the stars and planets and stars were passing him as well as me. The milky way was on one side and on the other side new worlds were being formed by division of the old.
His was wearing a gown and slash made of white cotton like material that was emitting celestial light. He had a silvery white beard and his hair was also silvery white. He was carrying a crocked white stick which he was striking here and there. This spiritual being came and stood in front of me and blessed me with raised hands. My eyes filled with tears an I could not bear the strong light, in addition, I felt very emotional.
He then receded quietly from where he had come. The huge darkness of space was in front of me again. The stars and planets all disappeared and I was back next to my angel friend feeling a sense of loss.
I felt dejected and was wondering if this vision was real. Who was this awfully kind spiritual being? Was he God, Archangel or spiritual guide whose Aura was so bright?
The angel took my hand and said we must travel back. "Any question still troubling you please ask now."
I asked him, "I see an inverted smokey white funnel-like thing above a person's head sometimes. What is it? The stem/pipe of this inverted funnel is thin in case of some people and thick in case of others. Then there is a thin golden thread going out from its center and disappears as it goes upwards along with the stem of the funnel. Sometimes this thread is thin sometimes it is thick."
"Hahaha, What you are seeing is the spiritual connection. The golden thread is thin or thick depending upon how good or god fearing the person is. This tread is connected to the Akashic records."
"Don't they say that, 'God has the thread of every living thing in his hands.' This is that golden thread."
"I think there is something else on your mind. Why don't you ask me?" he inquired.
"Yes, there is something but I am hesitating to ask as I feel you may not give me a reply."
"Ask, Do ask. One should not stop questioning. Questioning will give answers and that helps us to grow internally."
"Ok, it is like this when I meditate I feel as if something is happening on my head and soon I feel droplets flowing from the top of my head downwards over my face, my shoulders and sometimes droplets even fall on my hands," I replied. "When I close my eyes I can see them as coffee coloured droplets. But with open eyes, I can only feel them dropping on my work or my hands." I feel there is a huge fountain on my head from where these droplets fall"
My sons when small could see these rainbow coloured fountains on my head and shoulders. Now they are not kids any more and can not see them."
"Can you tell me what are these droplets and fountains with droplets."
I can give you an answer as I know what is happening to you. But I will not tell you yet. I will visit you some other time and answer this question of yours" he replied.
After saying this he took my hand and started to lead me to the skies and the clouds below.
We both travelled back towards the plane. My angel friend told me he had to leave and will meet me some other time. Now he has to meet me to answer my last two questions.
It has been three years since 2016, I have yet to meet my angel friend. When I meet him, I will continue my story.
Here is the poem below.
Spiritual Being
While meditating or often in my dreams,
I behold someone approach gliding it seems.
A kind spiritual being for sure is he,
The likes of which in reality I have yet to see.
He glides amongst the stars you see,
Planets and stars pass him and me.
The milky way is seen on one side,
And new worlds from old are forming by divide.
His clothes are made of glowing bright white,
his gown and slash emits celestial light.
Flowing silvery white beard and similar hair,
a crocked white stick he strikes here and there.
In front of me, this tall thin spiritual being stands,
With a smile, he blesses me with raised hands.
with emotion and devotion, my eyes fill with tears,
and the white light is too strong to bear.
From where he came he quietly recedes,
the huge darkness of space I again perceive.
I come out of my dreams or meditation,
with a sense of loss and dejection.
When I think of the event of my vision,
looking for an answer becomes my mission.
Who is this spiritual being with kindness and light?
God, Archangel or spiritual guide with an aura so bright?
Renukakkar,28 th Nov.2010
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