Balance of Light and Dark

If a room was totally in darkness we would not be able to see the Light in front of our faces. If only Light filled the room, we would be blinded. Keeping balance makes it possible for us to see. Then we can see color, depth, contour and beauty.

Our goal then it would seem is to find the balance of light and dark within our being. Consider this....Angels that take the shape of humans with wings often are depicted as sweet, loving and kind. Dragons are depicted as fierce and protective. Human minds are limited, so angels show themselves as we need to see them at the time...dragon form or winged human form. (There are of course many other forms they can take in order to get the messages you need to you…such as animal totems)

For the purpose of this blog, let us focus on the stereo-typical angel and dragon. Some of us in the past have allowed the ‘light’ to overtake us. We have shut down our communication and have allowed others to cross our boundaries. We have let others demean and abuse us. Because we wished to ‘be nice’ we never said a word.

After a period of time we discover something rising up within us. The ‘dark’ side wanted to bring back the balance. Sometimes when the dark comes on us, it is exhibited in nasty behavior (dragon spiting fire!). That is when we need to allow the light (gentle winged human) within to bring balance. Like the pendulum swinging…we must keep it from going too far in either direction.

It took my children being threatened before I allowed the darkness to bring balance back to my life. At first I was guilty to allow the dark too much free reign at times. A mother dragon protecting her young can be extremely fierce! However, since the Light is most powerful and I had devoted my life those energies when I was nine years of age, I quickly found the balance. Angel/dragon flew through my life giving me balance. I then found I was able to stand up for myself alone. That in itself became an example for others.

The most important thing is the Balance. Light and Dark. Loving and Protective. Heaven and Earth. We are the Balance. Archangel Anael took part in bringing Light to a world of Darkness before the creation of man. She now brings in the balance that each person needs in their life…dragon=dark, powerful, boundaries, protection…or winged human figure=light, loving, nurturing, gentle.

As long as your heart is pure and intent is to help others, the darkness will never take control or will the light blind you so you cannot see your way. Archangel Anael will support you as you find the balance that is right for you.

May you be richly blessed as you fly on the wings of an angel/dragon!

“Together we stand, United we FLY!!!”

“Consider for a moment the power of unity. Imagine that you are in a room full of people. Each person holds a feather. What can you do with your feather? You can put it in your hair or hat. You can attempt to use it as a fan, but the result will be minimal.

If you put your feather together with the person next to you, you might get a small breeze. If several of you united together, your feathers could become a nice fan. If everyone in the room came together you could create a wing or two in which to fly!

Only by uniting can this ‘miracle’ take place. As we fly, we give out feathers to others allowing them to create their united wings and fly with us.”

~Archangel Anael~

FREEDOM

I have freed myself from those chains that bind,
So Divine joy at last I can find,
As I've learned to go within,
Peeling darkness that made my light dim,

I'm lifted above on Angel Wings unfurled
Though turmoil still around me swirls
Life around us goes on as it must
As I learn the lesson of Divine trust.

Morgana Starr 2010

LIVING OUTSIDE THE BOX

I was born and raised in a box. For many years I did not realize it was a box. The box was one of my parents choosing. They felt it was best for me to stay in the box all my life. They had been raised in a box and thought it was the best place to be. They had never gotten out of their box, and believed only what other people in boxes told them.

They told me that if I stayed in the box all my life, that when I died the box would transport me to a beautiful place where I would be happy forever. If I got out of the box before I died, then when I did finally die, I would slip down to a terrible place where I would be tortured for eternity.
It did not matter if I was happy living in the box, because if I stayed there, eventually I would die and then would be happy forever.

I saw many other people living in their boxes in misery, but they too believed they would eventually die and be happy. At a young age I didn’t wonder why they never questioned their misery, as I never questioned mine. Many times, I just wanted to go ahead and die, so I could be happy. But I could not kill myself, as that would cause me to fall out of my box and go to the torturous place.

I was told to listen for God’s voice. I was to talk to God and tell him my troubles. He would understand. However, within the box, the only voices I was able to hear were of other people in boxes. The words were always the same. They said their voice was the voice of God.

They gave me a book to read that they told me was written by God. They said the book would help me learn how to live happily in my box. I read the book, but it seemed confusing. It said God was angry and mean, and also full of love. I didn’t understand how that could be. When I asked them about it, they told me to stop asking questions. They said to just accept the words as they only way God talks to us today.

Occasionally I would get glimpses of people living outside of boxes. Some seemed happy, some not. However, I knew they would all die and go to the torturous place, so I didn’t talk to them. Besides my parents and other box people told me that if those people living without boxes got too close to my box, they would poke holes in my box.

If too many people poked holes in my box, then my box would crumble and I would not have a safe place to live. Of course, then I would die without a box and go to the torturous place forever. So I only associated with other box people. However, I continued to be sad and wanted to hear God’s voice.

One day I was trying hard to hear only God’s voice, not those of others in boxes. A bird flew by and started chirping happily. It made me angry, because it was so noisy that I couldn’t hear God. I yelled for it to go away. Then a bee buzzed by. It made me angry, too. The buzzing was noisy and I was afraid it would sting me. I chased it off, wanting to kill it. I sat in my box and cried, because I couldn’t hear God.

Through my sadness came memories of when I was very young. I remembered that I used to get out of my box and play in the grass and sand. I would dance with the little animals, and sing with the birds. I also remembered that God and I talked when I was out of my box.

My parents would yell and tell me to get back into my box where it was safe. I wanted to make them happy, so I did. But when I was in my box, I couldn’t hear God’s voice properly. It was muffled and not clear like it was when I was outside, with my feet in the grass and the wind blowing in my hair.

Perhaps I had made my parents happy by staying in my box, but I was miserable. My legs were cramped and always ached. My back hurt from being scrunched up. My head hurt from crying so much. It was hard to breath in the box because the air was not pure and clean. I always felt tired because of my aches and pains.

I decided it was time for me to be happy now and if I could talk to God outside of my box, then I would ask him to keep me from going to the torturous place when I died. He was my friend, so I knew he would not let me be hurt.

It was hard stepping out of my box. My parents saw me, and though I was not a child, they still yelled for me to get back to my box and safety. I told them that I loved them and wanted to make them happy, but the box was killing me. I wanted to sing and talk to God again, like when I was little. I told them my friend God was outside the box for me. Perhaps he was inside their box for them.

As I stepped outside my box, God threw his arms around me and said he was glad I was back. I told him that I had listened for him in the box, but couldn’t hear him. He told me he had sent his bird and then his bee to talk to me, but I chased them off. I told him that I was sorry and had forgotten that we all were one with God. The box had kept me from him. The bird flew overhead singing with me, as the bumblebee flew up to me and gently kissed my face, then flew away.

Now I run happily, with no more leg or back pains. My feet skim over the soft grass as I dance with God. The animals and plants are my friends, and we celebrate our oneness with God everyday.

I go to visit my parents, living in their boxes. They still yell occasionally for me to return to the safety of my box. They worry because I opened my children’s boxes and they now run free outside. My children are happy and run and play with God, too. If they want to return to their boxes, that is okay. God says he wants us all to be happy and make our own choices. Some people need to live in a box to feel safe and he loves us all the same.

I would like for my parents to come out of their boxes and run and play with God and me. However, they have lived in their boxes for so long that they don’t know how to run and play. Their legs are crippled by being in the box for so long. I tell them I love them. I know someday that when they die they will go to the happy place and so will I.

The torturous place is only for people who don’t love God. I know this because my friend God told me. I don’t have to hear his words through other people or a book, because he runs and plays and talks to me every day.

I am not angry with my parents for putting me in a box. They did the best they knew how. I have forgiven them. Actually I really don’t have to forgive them. If I had never lived in a box, I would not know how wonderful it is to live outside running and playing with God.

As I live this happy life that I have chosen, I meet people living in boxes. Some remember me from when I was in a box. They are very confused how I can be so happy and healthy not living in a box. They don’t like to let me get very close, as they are afraid of me poking holes in their box.

So I just smile and send them love, like my friend God says to. The love pokes its own little hole, enough so they can breath better, but sometimes they don’t notice. My friend God says it is okay if they don’t notice, at least they are a little more comfortable. If they decide to peek out of their box it will be easier for them. My friend God is my best friend. I am so happy I finally stepped out of my box so I could spend all my time with him.

Morgana Starr 2003

HEALING RAIN

The rain hits the window flowing like a river of tears down the glass. I listen to the sound as it were beating out percussion in a song of my past. I am taken back to those years when the melody of my life was drowned by a river of tears. It has not been an easy journey to get where I am today.

I remember being made fun of and called stupid in front of my friends, by my spouse. In another relationship I sobbed out hysterically to a police officer that I was scared to go home. (I had been driving a few miles over the limit in a small hamlet that popped up on a highway…he only gave me a warning, as he was quite worried about me). I was reduced to a state of nervousness in yet another relationship over not getting the dishes clean enough or put back in their proper place.

Those times of pain compounded over time almost silenced the song of life within my heart. The Light had left my eyes. I was silently dying. That is when Archangel Anael began to send me the message of empowerment and forgiveness to me.

Before I could step out of the pattern of pain that I was re-introducing into my life, Anael said to let the tears wash over me one last time. I cried the tears of pain for each situation, knowing that now these were tears of release, not of desperation.

Then within each of those relationships, Anael helped me find a spark of joy to replace that time of pain. She assisted as I replaced the pain with that spark of joy, allowing space for it to grow. When I was finished, I allowed Archangel Anael to fan those sparks of joy to life! She sang the song of Light into my heart and soul.

From that time onwards I attracted people into my life that celebrated that song with me. My friends are positive and upbeat. The man I am sharing my life with is kind and considerate in every way. He encourages my independence while daily pampering me at the same time in many ways.

It has been through the pain of tears that I have become who I am today. However, I would do it all again to be in this time of my life, when the music around me is so powerful it is beginning to spread throughout the world.

This year when tears come to your eyes, welcome them. Cry, knowing that you never have to cry over that particular situation again, as you release it…filling it with a spark of joy. Invite Archangel Anael to ignite that spark until it consumes you with that joy.

Then together we will sing the song of Light loud enough to change our world!

Thank you, Archangel Anael!