The Angels Came For Gramma

I have a confession. For a long time, I had an image in my mind of what spiritual people looked and acted like.

I also thought spiritual people had a mystical aura about them that set them apart from ordinary people like me.

I'm not talking about Jesus, St. Germaine, Buddha, and so many other ascended masters.

When I say mystical, I mean people who I thought must be almost unapproachable because they walked a much higher path.

Before I realized I was on my way forward to spiritual awakening, I had the crazy idea that spiritually developed people couldn't live life like I do.

Surely, someone who is highly advanced in the realm of spirituality didn’t do mundane tasks like doing laundry, scrubbing the toilet, grocery shopping, cleaning the pellet stove, or washing the car.

Indeed, I was confident that these individuals' thought processes and spiritual practices were so mysteriously complex that they couldn't possibly lead a typical daily life.

Would any of them be comfortable using the five-second rule to consume a piece of banana snatched from a carpet that had not been vacuumed in a week?

How do they feel about some of the things that I like, such as Herman and Lillian Munster, cold spaghetti, cheap wine, or gel pens with sparkly purple ink?

What are their thoughts about Indiana Jones and Dumbledore? Does anyone on an advanced spiritual path know about deep-fried turkey? What do they even eat?

I admit that my perspective of people walking the path of spirituality was beyond embarrassingly ludicrous.

However, that skewed perspective was, as I said, before I realized I was on an eye-opening journey to my own spiritual wake-up.

I was on that journey all my life, but I didn't know it. However, over the past four years, this awakening adventure to spiritual freedom has accelerated significantly.

For the record, the undeniable understanding I have reached at this stage in my awakening, which is of vital importance to me, is twofold: one, I made my way back to God; and two, it is a pathway to healing my body, heart, and mind, my soul growth, which raises my energy vibration.

There is something I should also note: I cannot recall a time in my life when I didn’t have a connection to the spiritual realm on different levels.

I'm only beginning to perceive now how strong that connection was and how deeply it has permeated my life.

I also know now that I have always been heading in the direction of spiritual awakening; I simply took some detours along the way.

I'm not talking about quick detours that took me off track for a few days or a week. Oh, no, that would be far too easy-peasy.

I'm talking about serious detours, some of which lasted over a decade. But I understand now that you can't rush an awakening.

There is no fast lane, no express line, nor a drive-thru to get there faster. It is all divine timing.

I believe it is fair to say that people will have a wide range of concepts about what they consider to be spiritual in and of itself, or spirituality as a way of life.

For me it is impossible to think about the spiritual side of life if I don't believe in the supernatural.

I also like to refer to the supernatural as the unseen.

Although it doesn't bother me, I think it might be a tad easier for some people to have a go at the idea of something unseen rather than something supernatural.

A quick side note: Some things are unseen but not supernatural, though.

Like ETs and UFOs/UAPs. People think they exist, but many people have never seen them. Some of my future posts will delve deeper into that subject.

Anyway, my certainty about all the things I couldn't see or touch but sensed real has shaped much of my life.

I have held an overall trust in the unseen since I was a young child.

But to be honest, I can only recall one experience from my very early childhood that substantiates this belief.

At least I don't remember if there were other things in my little kid years. In any case, I haven't had the opportunity to remember them yet.

But the following experience remains fixed in my heart:

My maternal grandmother, Hazel, was very ill.

I was so young, only four years old. All I remember about her is that she was a serene and kind woman.

Children never forget the essence of a soul who is warm, gentle, and loving, with a big heart.

I don't recall the actual details of how I came to be sleeping at her house that night or whether my older brothers and younger sister were there too.

What I vividly recall from that night is that my mother was holding my hand, and she was walking me down the hallway upstairs to go to the bathroom.

There was no light on, and it was dark outside. I was barefoot and wearing a nightgown.

On the hall's hardwood floor, my feet barely made any noise.

The hallway led directly into the back bedroom, which housed the bathroom. Because she was ill, that was the bedroom where my grandmother stayed.

My mother and I entered the dark bedroom. My mother let go of my hand so she could turn on the light and open the bathroom door.

As soon as the door opened, the light lit up my grandmother's bed. I noticed that she was not there.

I asked, “Where is Gramma?” My mother said, “The angels came for her tonight.”

I said, “OK.”

That’s it. I didn’t cry. I don't remember feeling sad. I just knew it was OK. There was nothing more to think about.

But as I grew older, the memory of that night, evidently preserved in my heart, returned.

Out of the blue, when I was in my thirties, it came back to me, and I recalled the experience.

But now, in my mind and my heart, I processed the four-year-old me saying, “OK,” as an unambiguous sign of just knowing, somehow, that something unseen, outside of my little girl tangible world, existed.

The angels came for my grandmother.

And it was OK.

To be fair, when that memory came forth, because I was older now, I did wonder if it was simply a dream. Was I even there?

That thought lasted only a minute, though.

You see, this is one of the most magnificent, magical, and dazzling parts of walking outside the tangible side of life...to have faith and just know.

“That is the definition of faith – acceptance of that which we imagine to be true, that which we cannot prove.” Dan Brown—The Da Vinci Code

Until next time...

Stay fearless, divine souls.