Archive for July, 2011

My Angels have given me important information in the form of an allegory, which needs to be shared with all of you who might be suffering in areas that don’t seem to change. Not to bore you with the details of my sometimes pathetic life, I will only say that it has two amazingly stuck places. Think miles of tangled string. Think boulders that won’t budge. Think frustration to the max. Since learning about Ho o’ponopono (see Links, Dr. Hew Len) last October (2010), I have faithfully been practicing this mantra to no apparent avail, thus far. Yet, the message from Heaven was clear: persist in this direction for positive resolution of those stuck places. How was the allegory presented? Read on, dear Readers. This might speak to you as well.

Last August, I purchased a pendulum-driven banjo clock that chimes on the half-hour and on the hour. It has two places to wind it, one for the clock and one for the chimes. The chimes winder is finicky and requires some care in order for it to work. Not long ago, I would the chimes up too tightly and it wouldn’t chime at all. Usually when this is the case, the clock must be taken to a repair shop because a spring wound too tight will not unwind by itself—it just stays wound. Not having a clock repair shop even remotely close by, I decided to apply to Angelic aid, instructing my Angels to fix the chimes. Surprisingly (?!), the chimes worked for a few hours, then again stopped. I had the impression that I should let the clock wind down over a week, then rewind only the clock portion, not even inserting the key into the chimes winder. This I did, and noticed that the chimes worked again for a short while. Emboldened, I gingerly tried the chimes winder and got it too tight again. Drats. You would think that I would learn. But noooooooo.

Again I instructed my Angels to fix the chimes. Again, the clock chimed for a few hours, after which it stopped chiming. Again, I let the clock run down all the way, then rewound it, this time not touching the chimes winder at all. The chimes did not work at all, no way, no how.

Even though it seemed that I was having no success with this clock at all, I nevertheless had a totally positive feeling that at some point in time, the chimes would again work. With this expectation (see also June 5, 2010 Seek with Expectation), I decided that this week I would again just wind up the clock, leave the chimes winder alone, and once again instruct my Angels to fix the chimes so that they will work. I did as I had planned. In the process of winding the clock, the chimes began to fitfully sound, bonging out 11 o’clock. I was in shock. These chimes hadn’t sounded in more than a week, and to my knowledge, they were still wound too tightly. They have been bonging for two days so far, unwinding themselves to the point where they will be fully operational very soon.

Living through this, I realized that my Angels were giving me information about those two huge stuck areas in my life. The message I got was that those places would slowly unravel and smooth out with patience, persistence, and the expectation of a positive outcome. Beyond having the expectation that they will be ironed out, I must also stop visiting them (i.e., stop fiddling with the chimes winder), stop looking and listening to see whether they are fixed yet, and occupy myself with seemingly unrelated matters (i.e., wind the clock only). These seemingly unrelated matters are somehow connected with the stuck places and will allow them to be resolved. The message is really clear that by following these instructions, my stuck places will be history—possibly in the near future. Now comes my challenge: practicing not visiting them, moving away from them toward seemingly unrelated matters—which, nevertheless, will bring about resolution of the stuck places. Sure, I’ll do it. I have nothing to lose except the tangled mess of these two areas. I’ll let you know how things work out.

Your Angels have had me on another assignment for some time, which explains my recent absence from these posts. They have given me leave, for the moment, to share with you another tidbit from their realm. This concerns the finding of lost articles. How many of us have lost keys, wallets, earrings, cell phones, glasses, and so on, then have spent valuable time searching for them, sometimes to no avail? Your Angels ask you, why do the hard work by yourselves? Why not ask for Heavenly aid, which is always at your fingertips, for the mere asking? They encourage you to seek their assistance, much as my Hungarian friend Béla did in the following three hand-picked-by-Angels examples. You may remember Béla from his earlier brush with Erzsébet:

August 22, 2010: Table Tilting
August 24, 2010: Experiments in Spirit Power
August 31, 2010: Erzsébet the Nutrition Angel
September 1, 2010: Erzsébet at Work

A few days ago, Béla called to chat. It seemed that his lawn sprinkler had stopped working. Feeling adventurous, he took the sprinkler apart, noted all the parts, then put it back together. When he tried it out, it didn’t work. Blessed with mechanical ability, Béla realized that an important gasket was missing, without which the sprinkler was dead in the water, so to speak. Fuming, he trooped out to the lawn to find it. He searched everywhere in the grass near to where the sprinkler had been, but found nothing. He searched the garage where he had disassembled and reassembled the sprinkler. Nothing. Becoming increasingly frustrated, he suddenly remembered Erzsébet. “Erzsébet, find that #&%@ gasket for me!” he said demurely. He felt a “zone” around him. He walked over to the reassembled but nonoperational sprinkler in a kind of trance. He picked it up. He turned it around. There, stuck to the side of the shaft was the missing gasket. Aghast, he chuckled aloud and thanked her for her assistance. Had he not found this gasket, it would have meant a trip to the hardware store and much time and energy in disassembly and again reassembly. Asking for help, he found that non-findable gasket within a few, extremely short minutes.

Flushed with success and basking in my encouragement, Béla related two instances in which his departed father, Béla, Sr., had directly helped him find important missing items. The first instance involved a key that was nowhere to be found. Béla, Sr. had been a carpenter and as such, had a completely stocked workshop. Being so stocked, articles were sometimes hard to find. Béla, Jr. needed a key that his father had kept down in the workshop, but where to look? There were benches, drawers, countertops, boxes, chests, barrels, toolboxes—the list of possibilities for the location of the key was endless. Somewhat exasperated, Béla said loudly, “Papa, where is the key??” Immediately, something turned him around 180 degrees so that he was now facing a small drawer in the shop. Again in a trance, he opened the drawer and there, inside, on the left was the key. Not given to rumination, Béla took the key and used it for its purpose.

Another time, Béla misplaced his glasses. He looked high. He looked low. He back-tracked. He searched. He hunted. Nothing. Exasperated, he hollered, “Papa, where are my glasses?!” Something turned him around and pushed him into the blue bedroom of his house and over to the middle bookshelf. There, on the shelf, were his glasses. Béla was in shock. As he told me the story, he said that he, himself, would never have thought to look there, since he had forgotten that he had been in the room earlier and had placed the glasses on the shelf.

Once again, these are seemingly extremely small examples of Angel power, yet how powerful they are. Items are lost. Items cannot be found. A cry for help is sent. Help is immediately given and the item is located. How cool is that? My own personal favorite request for aid is, “If it is findable, thank you for bringing it to me.” Never once has this failed me, if the item was findable. I used it to try to locate my lost cat, once, but she had been called to Heaven, so she was not findable on this earth. Consequently, my Angels could not bring her to me physically. But they allowed her to come to me and to purr in the middle of my chest while I was asleep. She purred so loudly and with such vigor that it felt almost like a million bumble-bees humming in my chest. The purr was so intense it was almost painful. In this way, though, my Angels both brought her to me and gave me reassurance that she was safe and happy. Happy? She was ecstatic and was overjoyed to share this with me.

Your Angels encourage you to talk to them, ask them, enlist them for aid. They understand that we all have come here with difficult assignments and even understand how trying our lives can be. They desire to be of assistance. Ask them for help. Request their aid. And listen to their soft, sweet murmurs of advice. They are on your side.