GABRIEL

Angelgirl

I’ve never been one for angels, I’ve got to be honest. I think it has something to do with the packaging, it all seems a bit… girly. There’s something sugary about the way angels are presented to us, kind of like variations on Barbie with wings, pink and sticky like strawberry bon-bons. At least that’s been my perception of angels up until quite recently.
About a year ago, a friend of a friend was introduced to me as a talented clairvoyant. I’ve always consulted with trusted seers over the years, cross-referencing and double-checking that my own intuitions are in alignment, while taking the opportunity to cast light on any impending blind spots. This practice has stood me in excellent stead over the years, and has given me the courage to make great leaps of faith when necessary.
My life came to a major cross-roads in May 2008, a kind of mid-life crisis come early, and I could summon just about enough clarity to know that it was time to face my demons. Enter Angelgirl. This friend of a friend, trained by Doreen Virtue, turned out to be a very talented seer by way of channeling angelic energies.
I was used to the celtic cross of tarot, and have learned to read them over the years, so being presented with a spread of angels was weird, I didn’t know my way round the images, anxiety was high, I was not in control, someone get me a Valerian… eek. I stopped sweating roughly about half way through the reading, enough to realize that I was being encouraged to take a new direction that would ultimately be more rewarding. I found the experience so uplifting that I requested a second reading over the summer, the catalyst to my stepping off the self-created and self-perpetuating treadmill to go get me a real life.
While the last fourteen or so months have not been without their challenges, I have somewhat regained parts of myself that had been scattered on the wind for some time.

There's an angel on my tail!

So somewhere around mid August, Angelgirl pops into my head. I’ve learned to pay attention to thoughts that seemingly arrive from nowhere, especially when they reoccur, which Angelgirl did, twice. The thought of another holy communion with the angels floated about me for a few days, should I… shouldn’t I…? Until about two weeks went by, and an email arrives in my inbox from, yep, Angelgirl. Spooky huh?
I was oblivious to the fact that in the meantime Angelgirl had moved from London to LA, and was back on a flying visit, with a ‘see me‘ message from the angels. I wasn’t about to argue with The Messengers, I’d already been given a head’s up, right? Synchronicity-Flow-Let’s go…

(Sorry).

So I booked myself in for what now seems to be my annual angel check-in.
OK. I have to explain something before I go any further. I have this thing about my nano, I re-shuffle it every time I go out because it sync’s itself to what’s going on for me, energetically speaking. I don’t know how it works, but it does, (Apple, are you aware of this?) Does anyone else play shuffle-sync with their iPod?

Never mind.
I re-shuffle, and the first tune that plays as I step out the door (on my way to see Angelgirl) is Gabriel 1 by Robert Haig Coxon. Now, I’ve got a real mish-mash of tunes on my nano, I mean anything and everything from Alison Moyet to The Gyuto Monks, like an 80’s Tibetan fusion, and the Coxon track is the only one that remotely references angels. (Told you…girly, not into angels). I started to get a sense that maybe more was going on for me at that particular moment… I felt like I had company.
By the time I met with Angelgirl, I was well up for my MOT, and indeed, the check-up confirmed much of my own sense of rhythm and resonance. What was extraordinary, however, were the two Gabriel cards that appeared in my spread, highlighting art and the written word; according to Angelgirl, Gabriel is the energy most influential on me at this time.
I must admit, that got my attention.

Synchronicity was stacking up. I thank Angelgirl until next time, and hop on the tube back to north London, relaxed, pondering the meaning of Gabriel’s presence in my life, while at the same time carefully placing the angel-thing back in the bottom draw of my sub-conscious until this time next year. I then open my book (still on the tube), to page 205 of Secrets In The Fields by Freddy Silva, and read the following;

Leonardo Da Vinci

‘…emerging from the one tone of creation were seven gods, such as the Biblical Elohim, each of whom was associated with a specific task in the creation of the Universe.* These gods were often depicted as rays emanating from a triangle of white light… where the threefold nature of white light gives birth to the seven colors of the visible spectrum and the notes of the diatonic music scale… * El is a general Phoenician term for a god; Elohim are best described as ‘light gods’. There are many Els, each associated with a particular creative principle. For instance, the four guardian angels of Earth are Uri-el (earth/humanity), Mika-el (fire/strength/protection), Rafa-el (air/healing), Gabri-el (water/communication).’

And do you know what? Not a Barbie in sight.

Spooky.

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Food for thought: Archangel Gabriel is often depicted holding a jasper mirror with an X in the left hand. Jasper is known as the Warrior Stone, with properties of power and protection, giving courage to defenders of justice and freedom. The X signifies Christ (greek: Χριστος). Why would Gabriel offer us a mirror? To gaze upon our own reflection, for what purpose? What do we see in this mirror? Our very own image where X marks the spot, the mark of Christ. Might make us wonder… who are we, really?