I will be there upon the wintry frost,
Ice beneath my soles,
I will be there in your gale,
A secret garden winds cannot touch,
Come the springtime blossom,
I remain,
A happy warmth and smile,
Come summer's bonny days,
I remain,
For we enjoy best with one another,
In the autumn listen for my song,
I will be there,
Sending you sweet words of love,
And come turning of the full circle,
I will be there,
For there are many seasons ahead unseen,
On that, my loves, you have my word.
Once you can take full light, your guardian angels plug you in fully to their energy stream and keep you there forever. That's how we stay connected in the reality level that supports this one, we are a network.
The Guardian Angel is a warrior and a witch of the good, of love, a protector of creation and the angels sent to fix worlds. It is a job, a task, one done with a serious and devoted love. There is duty, there is repetition, there are long periods of work to achieve what some may percieve as small effects. Yet these effects are well planned as the ones that will ripple out and rip evil from its rotten root. They are intellectuals, lovers, soldiers of the divine universe. Moreover, if they come to recruit you, say yes. It's worth it.
It was a brilliantly sunny day, the day I met an angel. He was poor, disabled and collecting for a charity - despite his own woes he was still thinking of others. He was dressed in shabby clothes, there was stubble on his chin, and he sat there patiently with kindly eyes waiting for the charity of his fellow man. I dug my hands into my pocket and pulled out a dollar and half and went to put it in his tin. He started telling me about Egypt and I smiled back. I like stories and other cultures. He said they cure skin problems like acne by rubbing urine into the face before a shower, that the acid was good for the skin. Then he told me I'd have to tell people one day, tell them what I did. I knew what he meant but it made no sense that he should know. I'm shy, I prefer anonymity, so that isn't easy, maybe it's my last fear.
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