Imagine for a moment a homogeneous blue/white light. This illumination has an allure, enveloping and inviting. You feel a rightness, a belonging, and a connection as this radiating energy enfolds your being. You’re not cold or warm, just divine. As your sense of self is assimilated into a wonderful inclusion, you realize that this glow is not burning logs or a search beacon, but a numinous presence, your bliss, the bliss, it doesn’t matter. It’s a place from where everything originates and will ultimately return. There are no questions and no answers. Simply universal understanding and harmony. Nothing needs to be said. Be here now, here now be, now be here. The kingdom, the power, and the glory for ever and ever. You realize you are not only an individual part of this connection, you are at your core, one with this radiance. You are home, everything in balance, consciousness is reality. We are all one. Your learned sense of time dissolves into the eternal now.
That’s my vision of our life source. This numinous light is always present, but mostly unrecognized. However, we can see it represented in media, art, and religions. We all have an equal opportunity to access and be a conscious part of it. I don’t believe it’s a reward for good behavior in an afterlife. It’s not something for a special few, you simply have to make yourself available. We can all use it to be creators.
Of course, the ya-buts abound. Discussions, pontifications, arguments or edicts about what this numinous light is, continues to cause and validate much of the pain, strife, and war in the world. I’m not here to fix that or tell anybody what to believe. This is only my point of view rendered from my real life experiences.
In my mind, our individual lives track an elliptical orbit around that light and our nearness to the light can change with, and by, our life experiences, actions, dreams and supplications . I have lived through situations where the right individuals and or circumstances have shown up in my life when I absolutely needed them and dreams have come to fruition. I have felt numinous presence in natural settings and have been given physical power beyond my abilities while clowning and trekking around the world. To me, these are confirmations that I’m doing what the universe has in mind. Bliss moments like these, especially clowning, have left me humbled and unsure of my worthiness in receiving such a gift.
In some cases, even though I had visualized an outcome, the people that have manifested to assist me have had no idea they were doing angle business. Not just a wish mind you, you visualize and celebrate the outcome already completed. In other words, you pray believing. Angels and circumstances arrive in unexpected places and help to produce your outcome.
This conspicuous example took years to gestate.
Alcoholism shadowed my father throughout his life. I recognized as a young boy that his happy place was his library of mountaineering exploration books. When he was in the grips of his disease, imagining him safely surrounded by the Himalaya on the summit of Mt. Everest was my coping mechanism. Much of this was subconscious, but good work can be done in this subliminal and intuitive world.
2010 in my late 50’s I had the desire, the time and the means to trek to Everest Base Camp with some of his ashes. My belief held fast I would discover the sympathetic soul to enable my dream. The soul would be there, I just had to hike to 17,500 feet above sea level and make myself available. I would not ask anyone to do this for me. I would share my story with the knowledge that someone would concretize to assist me… and that is exactly what happened.
On the fifth day as we entered the Khumbu Valley, I could see Mt Everest and the surrounding peaks that create the Western Cum. The high bowl-shaped valley that climbers use from the southside of the mountain. I had a cathartic episode on the trail as I realized my dream of reaching base camp would come true. At the lunch break our team doctor noticed I was marginalized with a headache and zero appetite. We were also trekking at 16,000 feet. She administered medications for both symptoms. Then, told me to go slow in the afternoon and get to our evening stop last. I knew one of the guides was always the sweeper. Someone to make sure all the cows got to the barn. All our guides were outstanding and I wondered who my companion would be.
Woody, one of the high-altitude guides from New Zealand (Nine Everest summits) and I became friends during our stroll into the highest reaches of the world. I told him I was on this journey to bury my father. I knew in my heart that afternoon, he would be the one to assist me. Five days later, the day I began my return home from Everest Base Camp, I had the little bottle of ashes in my hand when I approached Woody to say goodbye. He asked me what I was going to do with the ashes. I did have a plan B and shared it with him. I would climb to Kala Patthar a spectacular vista point for viewing Mt Everest on the way down from base camp. Then, he says, “How about I take them to the summit for you, Mate?”
Twelve years after his death, a symbol of my father’s spirit would find its way to the summit of Mt. Everest. It took fifty years for the little boy to deliver his father to his happy place.
Upon my return home, I set about writing a book about this incredible story called, My Father’s Keep. Additional angels, Judy and Kim, would appear to assist in that task. I was not a writer, I had gone to Art School and blown off the academics on my way to a satisfying Industrial Design career. Such was the power, desire and need to share the tale in celebration. My book would earn four self-publishing awards.
In 2024 Woody and his wife Rochelle stayed in my Wisconsin home. They’d come from New Zealand to explore the United States on a motorcycle journey through all 48 states, a robust couple to say the least. I told Rochelle see married an angel and see looked warmly skeptical. I shared that I knew Woody would help me five days before he asked to take the ashes to the summit. Woody, sitting right there, said he didn’t even think about it until the day I left base camp. Regardless, I knew it was angel business.
We don’t often realize it, but each day, even in the small things as we navigate our lives, we could be doing angel business. Helping a friend in need, opening a door for somebody or smiling at the checkout person that could be having a bad day, and thanking them for helping you. We can inspire and help others by simply living our lives and doing good work.
Angel business is not about detached heavenly beings with wings donning white to bestow your wishes. It’s about mindfulness, faith, and dreaming big. Living one’s life in the spirit that reflects the teachings common in all the great books. We are not little islands of separateness. We all have the ability to tap into our life source and be our own creator.
Perhaps we are destined to save a life, perhaps we already have.
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