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.