Saturday, December 20, 2008

Angels, Pt II

According to the Cosmology of Reya would have to be a very long book, maybe even a multi-volume set of books because this marvelous existence, at least for me, is so complicated that any attempt to describe it would go on and on. And on.

For instance: angels. I've been thinking about them a lot. What are angels, according to the cosmology of Reya? I think they come into being whenever the quality we call "kindness" organizes itself around sadness or despair. When kindness gathers itself into a concentrated mass, it becomes more than a sum of its parts. Kindness made manifest at unexpected moments feels a lot like angelic presence to me.

I don't think of angels as having personalities. They are more like a single note than a melody. I don't think of them as having once been human (like the ancestors) and I don't even think they are beings who are sent by God to help us. My sense of them is that they are forces of nature. Sadness and despair create energetic vacuums into which, sometimes, more sadness and despair flows. But sometimes, "for reasons not well understood" (as scientists always say about things they don't understand), kindness flows towards sadness, wraps itself around the sadness with a softness and clarity that turns everything around.

But what does that look like? Sometimes it looks like a woman in a Tigger sweatshirt who helps you push your stalled car off the road. Sometimes it's something that a total stranger says to you impulsively, just the thing you needed to hear. Sometimes it doesn't involve another person. Sometimes angelic presence is that experience of suddenly just feeling more hopeful. Hope from out of the nowhere. I know you know what I'm talking about, right?

The cosmology of Reya, I should say, includes the fact that my sense of angels and Barbara Martin's idea (that there are two for every person and that you can speak to them) as well as Gary's niece's sense, that they will tell you their names and protect you, and every other idea about angels are all simultaneously true.

See? My view of the world is like fly vision - lots of different truths all woven together into a tapestry of TRUTH, so complex it boggles our tiny human minds just trying to imagine. That said, I have to laugh thinking of all the arguments I've had with others, in which I'm sure I'm RIGHT and they are WRONG. Sometimes I am so silly.


tut-tut said...

Makes perfect sense to me.

Adrianne said...

OK, I'm going ahead and saying it: you have been an angel to me, at many moments and in many ways. Thank you, my Reya. (: )

ArtSparker said...

I love the phrase, "reasons not well understood", which implies a sort of grudging humility. Sometimes things conjoin in ways that are perfectly harmonious.

Perhaps there are moments,
when we see the academies
Like structures in a mist.

- Wallace Stevens

Reya Mellicker said...

Adrianne it blew me away to hear this (both when you told me in person, and reading it here.)

Never occurred to me that so much kindness could constellate within the package of my body.


willow said...

I've always thought of God as a force, so why not angels? Interesting "angel angle"...teehee.
I like it.

Gary said...

It seems to me from reading this that one could make the leap to say that angels are created by prayer. Whatever form prayers take or however one chooses to define prayer, it would seem that a 'sadness' or need brought up by a collective consciousness could inspire the birth or appearance of an angel.

The tapestry of TRUTH seems to be quite in line with my thoughts because we only 'know' what we feel to be true. And what is truth but a collective agreement, either physical or otherwise.

I love your writing Reya and the way you push my thoughts - or help clarify them. You rock sista!

Angela said...

I know that angels have appeared at my side many times when I was in despair, sometimes as a person (normal, suddenly incredibly helpful people) or as a thought! But at least once I think I must also have appeared to two scared little girls as an angel, when I was about 11 and for some reason visited their parents along with my grandmother. They said could I come along to walk past a house where their worst (boy) enemy lived. And I did, not only that but scaring this boy so much that they truly believed in a heavenly messenger, especially as I never returned (hehe). I guess you are very right, Reya. All is possible.

Reya Mellicker said...

I see you channeling that angel with the flaming sword, Michael is his name I think.

You were also an angel to that shy girl, encouraging her to speak up, and to the guy who was accused of murder, and ... and ... and ...

Your name, Angela ... your NAME says it all.

Barbara Martin said...

Reya, angels come in many forms to people. By writing about them you bring joy to the heavens and peace to your readers.

Reya Mellicker said...

Thanks Barbara! The angels bring the joy and peace. I'm just here to talk about it.