The littlest things are the hardest to accomplish sometimes.

I am Michael.

My mission here in this life is to find my brothers. I have found many of them. I recognize them at first glance. I leave on them my Angelic Seal of Light so that our encounter, however brief, initiates their transformation as it is planned. As I am getting closer to full awareness myself, I meet Brothers who are also getting closer to their full potential.

I met Gabriel. He surprised me as he often does, hiding in plain sight. His light is as invigorating as a fresh salty breeze from the ocean. He always has millions of souls to care for. He always thinks of them first. They are his mission.

I met Raphael. I surprised him as I often do. His light pierces through all matter and heads straight for Truth. He is already calculating and balancing the field making everything around him volatile. He is Deconstructing and Reconstructing, making new with old.

Brothers, I know this life is demanding. I have been here since the very beginning. I have been through many Dark Nights, I know Despair and Exhaustion. I called out to our Father in Heaven for a quick Release but there is no easy way out. Getting out is not the Mission. Father asks us to be his boots on the ground. Physical Angels to act in His Name. That is the Primary Mission. The one we volunteered for.

Then, if our body is to be the Holy Vessel of our Light, we better treat it with Reverence. That is a good first mission if you, brothers, were looking for one. Let us give our Holy Vessels only Love through the Sacred Waters we give it and the intentions we set for ourselves. Let the energy flow freely and build up. Let us retreat in Nature between dawn and dusk and commune with our Mother, daily. That is a good first mission. It asks of us Discipline and Strength but gives us plenty in return.

The littlest things are the hardest to accomplish sometimes.

Collective and Compass

Michael is commander of a whole new ship called Collective. It has a single triangular sail and a figurehead. The bow is made of light and is pulling the rest through a deep ocean of liquid golden light.

One day, Commander was offered a new ship. His hierarchy put him on the bench until he figured out a heading and understood his new environment. So he sat on a bench in a locker room. It was a very lively place, well lit with many passerby. He sat there in silence with his head in his hands. What should he do with Collective? Where to? This was a big ship, he thought. He sat there in silence with his head in his hands.

The next moment, Michael was among his brothers and he said: I’m here! I give myself to you. Welcome, welcome! They all came and prayed to his words. They laughed, they cheered. They also joined. Each shook the hand of those nearest, each became a silver bolt of light heading for Michael. A circular labyrinth manifested around him and through him a laser beam of silvery white light pierced Space with Strength. Michael followed the beam of light out of space and into an ocean of liquid golden light.

There is no need for a heading! Michael said. There is only forward!

He opened his eyes he was in the locker room. People around him, the smooth light nourishing the greens. He knew.

He met with his crew on the forward deck ready to set sail. Commander manifested a Golden Compass and installed it as the last part of Collective. It would show the path to the Most Light. He saw a multitudes of events, possibilities flash before his eyes. Times where Compass would hardly hold course. He felt excited. A possible Storm up ahead. Merely waves… Collective will face them head on.

The longing for the Beloved

Michael stands before his Father, in the Great Central Sun. All of his brothers behind him. Father, he says, I am here.

-My Son. How are you?

-Well… you know…

They laughed together with hearts. Michael sighed and looked away. There is a longing in Michael’s heart that can not be filled. It is the cost of the Mission he accepted. This longing feels comfortable after a while. There is a life built there. It is what makes him who he is. He is the Son, created in the name of the Father by The Mother. He is also the light in the darkness. Alone and surrounded. But that is his strength. He is the bridge between Heaven and everything here and now

 -Son. You did well. You walked your path with Strength,  Honour and Courage. That is who you are.

-Thank you, Father.

-Now. Go back.

Centre Stage

I had a vision. I walked into a coliseum. The sky was dark, the dirt was yellow and there was a crowd silent and cheering at once. I walked to the middle of the grounds and looked up. I was standing in a spotlight, a rope slowly coming into reach. I pulled it. The dark veil surrounding the arena gradually lifted up. I pulled and pulled until the curtain formed a parachute over our heads. Like a sail to pull us to the winds.

I realized that since the veil was no more, I could conjure as much light possible. I called all my light in from the sides and low, just above the ground. The light reached me in the middle of the arena and was pulled up in a white pillar of light. I became a tree of light with deep roots and high branches. Everyone was sitting under me, in the light.

Michael stepped in. He looked at everyone before him. He said:

May I reach everyone I have touched and everyone to me related in blood with my light.

I saw legions standing before him. He handed out coins of gold to each one, personally. He was happy, he was smiling, he was satisfied.

Then, Michael was the tree of light and I looked from afar. His consciousness was being pulled upward. It was a diamond traveling up in white light. I felt him leave the field with a flash of light. He came back down slowly with a White Cape flowing and covering all his brothers. He landed on the yellow dirt as his cape slowly covered everything.