his is a collection of people I consider friends, Earth Angels I know about whom I wanted to write.
Merge with Jesus by Allison L. Williams
are Earth Angels, relationships that were created in Spirit and
realized in life. Be grateful to those who have kept their appointments.
Whenever, wherever you have grown, be grateful.
The following is from a channeling:
Our hearts pour out to you in support of your work with humanity
It is deepening, quickening, a shower of energized power is being applied in various ways and intensifying to protect you, Our Beloved Messenger
Our wings send energy from the Right Hand of God to you
You have honored us.
We graciously, deeply honor you.
Call one who sees another and smiles, attempting to lift, to lighten the energy, a friend. No recognition is required. They are doing what they came here to do. There are more than you think. If half of the world were these friends, and they smiled at the other half, there would be a tremendous shift in energy! The numbers are working towards that mark, however. The more there are the more work is completed and...more people would realize they are actually friends as well.
"The World as A Whole, A Wider Outlook from the Hidden Side of Things by CW Leadbeater
WHEN we look upon the world around us, we cannot hide from ourselves the existence of a vast amount of sorrow and suffering. True, much of it is obviously the fault of the sufferers, and might easily be avoided by the exercise of a little self-control and common-sense; but there is also much which is not immediately self-induced, but undoubtedly comes from without. It often seems as though evil triumphs, as though justice fails in the midst of the storm and stress of the roaring confusion of life, and because of this many despair of the ultimate result, and doubt whether there is in truth any plan of definite progress behind all this bewildering chaos.
It is all a question of the point of view; the man who is himself in the thick of the fight cannot judge of the plan of the general or the progress of the conflict. To understand the battle as a whole, one must withdraw from the tumult and look down upon the field from above. In exactly the same way, to comprehend the plan of the battle of life we must withdraw ourselves from it for the time, and in thought look down upon it from above-- from the point of view not of the body which perishes but of the soul which lives for ever. We must take into account not only the small part of life which our physical eyes can see, but the vast totality of which at present so much is invisible to us.
has been done we are in the position of a man looking from beneath at the under
side of some huge piece of elaborate tapestry which is in process of being
woven. The whole thing is to us but a confused medley of varied colour, of
ragged hanging ends, without order or beauty, and we are unable to conceive
what all this mad clatter of machinery can be doing; but when through our
knowledge of the hidden side of nature we are able to look down from above, the
pattern begins to unfold itself before our eyes, and the apparent chaos shows
itself as orderly progress.
Merge with Krishna by Allison L. Williams Hill
A more forcible analogy may be obtained by contemplating in imagination the view of life which would present itself to some tiny microbe whirled down by a resistless flood, such as that which rushes through the gorge of Niagara. Boiling, foaming, swirling, the force of that stream is so tremendous that its centre is many feet higher than its sides. The microbe on the surface of such a torrent must be dashed hither and thither wildly amidst the foam, sometimes thrown high in air, sometimes whirled backwards in an eddy, unable to see the banks between which he is passing, having every sense occupied in the mad struggle to keep himself somehow above water. To him that strife and stress is all the world of which he knows; how can he tell whither the stream is going?
But the man who stands on the bank, looking down on it all, can see that all this bewildering tumult is merely superficial, and that the one fact of real importance is the steady onward sweep of those millions of tons of water downwards towards the sea. If we can furthermore suppose the microbe to have some idea of progress, and to identify it with forward motion, he might well be dismayed when he found himself hurled aside or borne backwards by an eddy; while the spectator could see that the apparent backward movement was but a delusion, since even the little eddies were all being swept onwards with the rest. It is no exaggeration to say that as is the knowledge of the microbe struggling in the stream to that of the man looking down upon it, so is the comprehension of life possessed by the man in the world to that of one who knows its hidden side.
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Best of all, though not so easy to follow because of the effort of imagination involved, is the parable offered to us by Mr. Hinton in his Scientific Romances. For purposes connected with his argument Mr. Hinton supposes the construction of a large vertical wooden frame, from top to bottom of which are tightly stretched a multitude of threads at all sorts of angles. If then a sheet of paper be inserted horizontally in the frame so that these threads pass through it, it is obvious that each thread will make a minute hole in the paper. If then the frame as a whole be moved slowly upwards, but the paper kept still, various effects will be produced. When a thread is perpendicular it will slip through its hole without difficulty, but when a thread is fixed at an angle it will cut a slit in the paper as the frame moves.
instead of a sheet of paper we have a thin sheet of wax, and let the
wax be sufficiently viscous to close up behind the moving thread. Then
instead of a number of slits we shall have a number of moving holes, and
to a sight which cannot see the threads that cause them, the movement
of these holes will necessarily appear irregular and inexplicable. Some
will approach one another, some will recede; various patterns and
combinations will be formed and dissolve; all depending upon the
arrangement of the invisible threads. Now, by a still more daring flight
of fancy, think not of the holes but of the minute sections of thread
for the moment filling them, and imagine those sections as conscious
atoms. They think of themselves as separate entities, they find
themselves moving without their own volition in what seems a maze of
inextricable confusion, and this bewildering dance is life as they know
it. Yet all this apparent complexity and aimless motion is in fact a
delusion caused by the limitation of the consciousness of those atoms,
for only one extremely simple movement is really taking place-- the
steady upward motion of the frame as a whole. But the atom can never
comprehend that until it realises that it is not a separated fragment,
but part of a thread.
Ascension by Allison L. Williams Hill
'Which things are an allegory,' and a very beautiful one; for the threads are ourselves-- our true selves, our souls-- and the atoms represent us in this earthly life. So long as we confine our consciousness to the atom, and look on life only from this earthly standpoint, we can never understand what is happening in the world. But if we will raise our consciousness to the point of view of the soul, the thread of which the bodily life is only a minute part and a temporary expression, we shall then see that there is a splendid simplicity at the back of all the complexity, a unity behind all the diversity. The complexity and the diversity are illusions produced by our limitations; the simplicity and the unity are real.
world in which we live has a hidden side to it, for the conception of
it in the mind of the ordinary man in the street is utterly imperfect
along three quite distinct lines. First, it has an extension at its own
level which he is at present quite incapable of appreciating; secondly,
it has a higher side which is too refined for his undeveloped
perceptions; thirdly, it has a meaning and a purpose of which he usually
has not the faintest glimpse. To say that we do not see the whole of
our world is to state the case far too feebly; what we see is an
absolutely insignificant part of it, beautiful though that part may be.
And just as the additional extension is infinite compared to our idea of
space, and cannot be expressed in its terms, so are the scope and the
splendour of the whole infinitely greater than any conception that can
possibly be formed of it here, and they cannot be expressed in any terms
of that part of the world which we know.
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Looking West on Drake's Highway, Tortola towards the Caribbean Sea by Allison L. Williams Hill
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