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ANGELIC ANSWERS...

From: Hamlynhyde@aol.com

ANGELIC ANSWERS... (Notes from my Facebook page, 6th Oct. - 18th Oct. 2010)
PREFACE

I shut my eyes and saw a sage deep in conversation with an angel. 'There's nothing we can't do, if we put our minds to it...' the sage said to the angel. 'There's nobody we can't love, if we put our minds to it...' the angel replied and tousled the sage's hair with one wing...


* * *





I.


I bumped into a chubby little angel the other day, and grabbed the opportunity to ask: 'Have you seen God? - 'No, not yet,' the little angel answered 'but He must be very big to have room for everybody in His heart!'



II.


I asked the chubby little angel I bumped into another question: 'We know that God is your Father, but who is your Mother?' - 'Silly man, you don't understand anything!' the angel laughed 'God is my Mother, Father, Nan, Granddad, Best Friend, He is my Everybody! As He is yours too...'



III.


I warmed to the chubby little angel I had just bumped into and asked: 'Do you have any pets to play with?' - 'Oh, yes!' the little angel's eyes lit up' All the pets that have ever come up to Heaven. Yours too! And the little dachshund your mother used to hold by the tail, when she was learning to walk...'



IV.


I took my courage in both my hands and asked the chubby little angel in front of me; 'What would you like to be, when you grow up?' - 'Don't worry!' the little angel chuckled 'We angels don't catch infectious diseases like growing up...'



V.


I became bold and asked the chubby little angel: 'Is there a religion you believe in?' - The little angel answered with genuine surprise: 'Of course! Don't you know? It's called Innocence...' - 'Not Love?' I pursued the question. - 'Now you're being silly again,' came back the reply 'Love is not something we uphold, but the stuff we're made of!'



VI.


I took a deep breath and, bracing myself for what might come next, asked the chubby little angel: 'Ok, love is the stuff you, angels, are made of. And what are we made of, for God's sake? - A twinkle appeared in the angelic eyes as the reply came back: 'The same. Not for God's sake though, but by God's grace. It's just that you're too slow on the uptake to realise this, so you've got to be looked after...'



VII.


I considered my next question quite carefully. 'In what way do we, humans, need to be looked after?' I asked the chubby little angel. I did not have to wait long for the answer: 'More than anything, you need to be protected from yourselves, from your imagination. From thinking that God will take sides in the race you perceive life as. He will not, for He will never abandon any of you!'



VIII.


I felt I now had to ask the chubby little angel: 'Do you mean to say that God does not turn His back even on the worst sinner?' - The angel looked slightly surprised by the question, but did not hesitate to reply: 'There are no sinners, only misguided people. And the more misguided they are, the more they need God to find their way. Only God is perfect enough not to need God's help...'



IX.


I looked at the chubby little angel and asked: 'You think we all go to Heaven?' - The angel didn't even blink as the reply came back: 'It depends on what you mean by Heaven. But you'll all get there, even if some make it hard for themselves by choosing a much longer route than others. Still, that's what you call free will. How could the length of the route be a determining factor in an Eternity without time or space...?'



X.


I raised an eyebrow. 'Are you suggesting we try to found a new religion?' I asked the chubby little angel. ' - 'Certainly not! I am suggesting you try to understand the old ones better...' the angel answered. - 'And what exactly do you think we should look for in them? I enquired. - 'That which captures your heart as well as your mind...' came back the reply.



XI.


I grew pensive. 'Why do you think there have been so many conflicts all through history? I asked the chubby little angel. - 'Well,' the angel replied 'religious conflicts are usually caused by people imagining that God is a politician.' - 'And secular conflicts? I went on to ask. - 'Oh, secular conflicts are usually caused by people imagining that politicians are gods...' came back the answer.



XII.


I thought for a moment before asking the chubby little angel: 'Is confusion inherent in human nature?' - 'No,' the angel replied 'confusion arises from the fallacy that being created in God's own image entails having to conquer the world. God did not create the world to have something to be victorious over, but to have something to love. So, it is in their love for the world that people are meant to resemble God...'



XIII.


I swallowed hard as I asked the chubby little angel: 'Where did we go wrong?' - 'You didn't,' the angel answered 'you just fail to understand that love, unlike liking, is always unconditional. So, you try to prove yourself to yourself, to one another and even to God. That was and is the original error you call original sin.' - 'And God punishes us for it! I added. - 'No, he just lets you try...' the angel replied.



XIV.


I must have looked somewhat puzzled because the chubby little angel went on to explain: 'You know how for you, humans, being loved is second only to having that love in your own hearts. So, giving somebody your love must be the second greatest gift, preceded only by letting that person love you. Well, it's the same with God. He wants your love but, more than anything, He wants you to let Him love you...'



XV.


I wondered. 'How do you, angels, fit into the picture? I asked the chubby little creature in front of me. 'Do you love and let yourselves be loved unconditionally? - 'Yes, we love and let ourselves be loved, trust and let ourselves be trusted all the time.' the angel replied. - 'Can we, humans ever emulate you?' I went on to ask. - 'Yes, once you've gone home from this school trip...' came back the answer.



XVI.


I frowned. 'Should we all rush home then?' I asked the chubby little angel. - 'If I were you, I wouldn't,' the angel replied 'the Family may not be too pleased to see you return without gaining your qualifications first.' - 'How do we know if we have?' I went on to ask. 'You don't need to. They do up there. It might take a minute or over a century, but they know when it's done and dusted...' the answer came back.



XVII.


I considered for a moment whether it was wise to ask the chubby little angel the next question on my mind, but then I did; 'Do YOU know how much longer I need to stay here to learn?' - 'You silly man,' the angel chuckled ' and what exactly do you expect me to answer? If I said a century, you'd start shaking in your shoes, and if I said a day, you'd start shaking even more. Yet, they're the same to me. And to God too!'



XVIII.


I pondered. 'If time doesn't really exist, why are we restricted by it? Is it a kind of punishment, after all?' I asked the chubby little angel. - 'Is it a kind of punishment when 22 men are restricted to chasing one ball on the football pitch? the angel asked in turn. - 'No, it's just a rule of the game, without which it wouldn't make sense.' I replied. - 'Well, it's the same with time...' the angel smiled.



XIX.


I was intrigued. 'Would you say life is just a game?' I asked the chubby little angel. - 'Maybe,' replied the angel 'but not like a football match, because there are no winners or losers and you don't play against anybody. More like a puzzle, where you work out how all the pieces fit...' - 'And are you, angels, sort of referees?' I went on to ask. - 'No, we're only here to cheer you on!' came back the answer.



XX.


I thought about this for a moment and then asked the chubby little angel: 'Ok, we all know who the Ultimate Authority is, but who are the referees in the first instance, if not you?' - 'I've got bad news for you,' replied the angel 'in the first instance, that job's been assigned to your own conscience. And the less it does in this life, the more it will have to catch up on in the next...'

BOOK REVIEW OF NOVEL CHANNELED THROUGH LEO BONOMO

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Summerland

A Novel Channeled by Leo Bonomo



At ‘baseline’ Summerland is an enjoyable, action-packed story. At the next level it is allegoric, exploring the different types of experiences people have as they or their loved ones pass over.

Throughout the chapters we are provided with insights into questions about existence and the ways in which spiritual forces communicate with and support us. At its ‘pinnacle’ this is a novel which provides comforting, accessible guidance direct from spirit.

Set in England 1987, the character-based story employs plenty of colloquial, dialectal dialogue which adds ‘colour’ and humour to the reading experience. Spirit even uses the odd cliché and stereotype to appeal to and amuse, or perhaps stir the reader.

We meet the main character fourteen-year-old Alex, as a mischievous teen and follow him through death and a small sequence of his soul’s spiritual progression. We meet other souls and helpers and, interestingly, view the process of human to spirit communication (or median-ship) from the perspective of spirit.

There are moments of spiritual ecstasy as the key character (Alex) experiences the love of God, the good of the universe, or whatever you choose to define and align your own spiritual connection with.

The story shifts quickly from one scene to the next as a reader follows Alex through episodic plot-bytes. Each one has suspense. Each one has clear messages and humanitarian themes.

The reader experiences omniscience along with the soul of Alex, as the nature of time, space and form become fluid in the realm of spirit.

Knowledge and togetherness are important in Alex’s spirit home. He spends time in the libraries and halls of learning, he meets fellows and guides who help him. He pledges to serve.

Musician, Jimi Hendrix features in the novel, illustrating the concepts of astral projection and sound and colour healing. The way in which messages from spirit are delivered is explored within popular culture and the overall premise is, (hearteningly) that we may be becoming increasingly receptive to the guidance of spirit.

In summation, Summerland melds a discussion and presentation of spiritual ascension with a grounded, ‘nitty gritty’ character-driven exploration of human nature and mortality.

It will hold your attention from beginning to end. It’s a great read!

I COME HERE ... INSPIRED POEM BY GLORIA ALEXANDER

I come here ... bcause whatever I say people will not think my mind is weak, a little strange or simply lonely
None of these our journey needs or may we ever feel

I come here ... because it is the space where words of love and beauty often passed
Even though we are at different places in our journey

I come here ... because it is safe to speak of what cannot be seen and people will believe
Even though we are all fallible

I come here ... because we are allowed to share our scenes of entities unknown
Regardless of their magnificence or ambiguities
Even though at times we do not understand, some more than others at different times

I come here ... because each word of individual knowledge passed might teach or help another
Pleasure, laughter, painful many times yet with comfort and support with open minds
Even though it may be slowly, sometimes never stripping ego from a laden soul

I come here ... because the sense of rights and wrongs of giving love might not be clear
Yet it is the place of open hearts
Even though interpretation with each sense of giving may not be free from cloud until we understand the way of others

I come here ... because each error, each step backwards that we think we make
Is yet another maybe painful yet majestic step-up into concrete air, another freed reality
Another home to seek, to find, where lost then found are known
Even though we hold ourselves to ground while clasping upwards, urged or caught between

I come here ... because it is here those steps are taken
Regardless of the number I myself must climb
Even though our newborn souls we meet at different times
When it is my turn to make my presence felt ... when transition dominates
Then "you" will know ...

Because you come here ...

Because you can.

THE TAPESTRY

The tapestry is woven here
With mingling hues, and sounds so clear,
The intricate patterns woven there
Portray our lives year by year.
Who calls the pattern and the tune?
We won't wait long, we'll see so soon,
for all our joy trouble and grief,
we'll know with the turning of a leaf.
And tho' the good times come and go,
And all the mixtures we'll come to know,
The tapestry is hidden safe, from prying eyes its colours closed.
The mysterious tapestry shows, to but a few its secrets tell.
But who can say, tho' they know full well
The colours of its beautiful hues.
Our lips forbade to tell the news,
For its surprises we must bear,
and all its fruit with good cheer.
The tapestry is woven fast,
And for many years will last.
Till each of us our own we'll see,
and find the truth of our destiny.
The pattern rises, falls and swells,
And the many stories that it tells,
will come to light, but who Knows when?
Not you nor I that's for sure,
we'll not hear the closing of the Door.
But who will care, for we will see,
the wonderment of the Tapestry.

Leo

THE GIFT OF LOVE Inspired writing sent in by Leo Bonomo

THE GIFT OF LOVE



I have been lucky enough to see and share some, a few, of the Wonders of God the Divine Spirit.

I am also lucky enough to have been given gifts, tools for work.

My life has been transformed by both these things.



In return for this I wish to share my experiences, to help, to Heal, both body and mind.

I am a medium, bringing proof of a life Hereafter, of a greater world than which we see.



Its knowledge brings joy, consolation and comfort. It guides and Cradles us throughout our existences.



Once the spark of love is lit, its light can never die. It leads Us on through darkness, constant, unchanging, eternally giving.



Knowledge of its existence will change your life, too. It is a Knowledge that has borne the hardest scrutiny for those that fear Or fail to see the light clamor for it to be extinguished.

A contradiction indeed.



For all who see the way guide those around them meekly, never Forcing, never hurrying. For their part, hard scrutiny comes from within, for never has a cause so rigorously denied, questioned or

Tested itself, leading not to a faith, but a knowing, the Strongest confirmation off all. And facts, once known, speak for Themselves.



For our part the facts should be presented for others to heed Should They Wish, for questions if answers be known, answered. For God, the Divine Spirit pities all. He guides and keeps us

Safe, every one.



His wisdom and patience is great. Even so, guiding our faltering Steps for man can only learn by mistake, while spirit learns by Love.



And yet, we can learn by spirit, through spirit, for man is Spirit, clothed in gross flesh, its frailties and weakness, its Difficulties to master once and for all.



And then, to be borne up, one step nearer to God the Divine spirit To experience, in a wider field, the expression of His love, to Communicate to those above and below the knowledge of his love, for all things.



(Written by guides and helpers, who wish to remain unknown, through the medium, to be shared by all.)

A CHANCE MEETING.



I just called to meet you, friend

The means justify the end.



It’s funny that we should meet by chance, like this.



Who knows the rudiments of the scheme, the pawns moved in the Field.

For us to meet like this and yield a bountiful yield.



For planning and commitment over ages have gone before

Through fire and sins and thick and thin

Our paths were meant to cross

Exchanges of information, a nod, a wink, a move.



And yet there’s no-one else around who would notice such a move.



I just called to see you friend, Hi there what's your name?

For we are players in the field of a very important game

By chance we come to some decision, we turn a corner or two

By chance the world should benefit, by us meeting anew.



But because of this small action, untold reaction occurs

The ripples there uncountable, caused when something stirs.

From this a friendship may ensue, it matters not

An exchange has happened and lasting matters not one jot.



Through aeons it has been mastered, caused and planned, agreed.

For us to meet this way for the greater need

Small pieces in a greater plan that for now we cannot see

And tho' we may not meet again, trust it, we have sown the seed.



From it goodness and struggle ensue, making use of a greater you

We don't need to understand the cause, the why's, the plans.



It just needs the players and yes, their agreement from the start

For though it may go unnoticed, the plan itself begun

There shall be many heroes, for the most part unsung

The world shall keep turning with its millions here intertwined

But because of these meetings, arranged at a table where both have dined



All these pieces join, and linking with a cosmic mind

Can influence all evil



And banish it.



Leo Bonomo.

The above poem is given in explanation of those "chance" meetings that all of us have, especially those who are spiritually aware, during our lives.



Some times the influence is small negotiating those obstacles around us.

Sometimes the influence is very great. Like the two meetings a certain person had with two mediums on separate occasions.



This led to that person being directly influenced by Spirit.



What ensued was the formulation of the emancipation of the slaves.

That person was Abraham Lincoln.