Topic: Guardian Angels

[Endless Whisper]

I dont think Lori will mind if I talk about this, but we did some good work yesterday, and she helped me out realizing 'why' maybe, someone showed up, two nights in a row with Heath Ledger's face.

So im in the room, and this woman is saying something which I dont remember now, and he gives me this big hug, and I felt squeezed. I felt his arms and they were really strong. But he had like, no fat on his arms. I couldnt feel any fat. So he still had some kind of form, he was still alive, but like no fat. Muscle, but no fat. But I wonder if it meant he was stronger, not being weighed down by fat, tho muscle is denser than fat, its healthier.

Then per another dream I had about not being able to read? I found this,

“Read,” said the angel.

                        Muhammad was stunned.  “I cannot read!”

                        The angel squeezed Muhammad, and then released him.  “Read” he       commanded.

                        “I cannot read” Muhammad said, a little louder this time.

                        The angel squeezed him again, tighter than before. “Read.

                        “I cannot read?” Muhammad said, even louder.  He was now rather      afraid of being squeezed again.

                        “Read” said the angel “in the name of thy Lord who created man from   a drop of blood: read in the name of the Almighty God who taught man the use of the pen and taught him what he knew not before...”

I dont know much about the koran, but I do know that Muhammad didnt like being 'squeezed' by Gabriel. The other thing is, per the Heath and apparently, Guardian Angel encounter, being squeezed, I remember feeling his arms, I said no 'fat,' but I think I should've said he seemed like he didnt have any 'skin.' His arms just, didnt feel, like there was skin on them. But his 'muscle' didnt feel like bared muscle tho. But felt incredibly strong.

Of course, angels are known for their awesome strength. So last night, tried to think more and more, putting aside more of the movies Heath did, tho they have relevance, 'what' was this 'angel' trying to get through to me.

The other scary thing is, Muhammad was my age, 39, when he began to go through his own experiences. Weird ones.

wiki:

"When Muhammad was nearly 40, he had been wont to pass long hours in retirement meditating and speculating over all aspects of creation around him.

This meditative temperament helped to widen the mental gap between him and his compatriots. He used to provide himself with simple food and water and then directly head for the hills and ravines in the neighborhood of Makkah. One of these in particular was his favorite resort — a cave named Hira, in the Mount An-Nur. It was only 2 miles from Makkah, a small cave 4 yards long and 1.75 yard wide. He would always go there and invite wayfarers to share his modest provision. He used to devote most of his time, and Ramadan in particular, to worship and meditation on the universe around him. His heart was restless about what he considered to be the moral evils and idolatry that were rampant among his people; he was as yet helpless because no definite course, or specific approach had been available for him to change the practices around him."

I certainly dont think im restless about moral stuff. But I would say am restless about other things - like what the heck spirit has been wanting from me and so forth.

But in narrowing it down, getting 'squeezed' and luckily not as distressing as Muhammad had it, just tried to think of the 'message' of the whole thing. An angel using the face of someone, who died young, time ended, almost before time really. And things ive been seeing as of late. Just showing me, and I suppose revealing more and more that, time must be now. Thats another reason I guess. I dont know if guardian may be the best word.

I guess as well, that Muhammad didnt feel comfort from meeting the angel, but felt fear. I think some of that, was to deal with the fear of all that was surrounding him. But evenso, I think his getting squeezed, was more a 'wake up call' than anything else.

Then the other thing which was odd about my dream, I was asking him what it was like to be dead. But yet, he never said, he was dead, either.

More are coming... at that one place. Gathering. The whole light and shadow place.

But yeah, I think the main thing, my whole 'message' in it, is realizing time, cant be wasted on anything. I need to change course, cause something in me, whatever im doing, is shortening my chances of 'getting it.' Anyone tells me 'wait,' I cant. Im getting squeezed, so I cant.

[littlefeather]

Cassidee also helped too.  She was talking about Gabriel in the living room while we were discussing this.  She doesn't even know who he is.  Just said his name.  And then asked me about it.

Kids
 

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Cassidee also helped too.  She was talking about Gabriel in the living room while we were discussing this.  She doesn't even know who he is.  Just said his name.  And then asked me about it.

Kids
 

She just brought him up randomly?

I know that my son, when he was little, there was this one kid, for a couple years, was the only kid he played with for so long, and his name was Gabriel, too. They were inseparable. They were both very shy kids (which my son has totally grown out of that). He had glasses, Gabriel did. But they only hung out with each other for two years solid.

[littlefeather]

 

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That is really freaky the age tho. Some things say he was forty, others about forty when he met Gabriel:

You know, the more I read about Muhammad and his time in Hira? That as he was rich (which im not), his main trouble, looks like was that, other people weren't helping other people. He was seeing poverty and suffering, but other people who could help others, weren't doing, shitola about it, too. I found this on some Islam for kids site:

"Muhammad Peace Be Upon Him knew very well why this was so, for he had long been troubled by the situation that existed in Makkah: They don’t help the poor. They do not bother about caring for orphans or nursing the sick back to health. People in Makkah seem to be interested only in having a lot of money and when they have that, they want even more! These thoughts troubled Muhammad Peace Be Upon Him for many years."

Thats not much different from Buddha. He too, was wealthy, and he saw suffering. Im sure it had to bother him, maybe even make him feel a little guilty when he went on tour outside the city, knowing how wealthy he was, he had it all, and then saw other people, suffering, poor, dying, disease. But looks like Muhammad saw desire, wanting 'more and more,' the cup with the hole in it, that desire cant quench, so people want 'more and more' but dont want to share and stuff.

Gas prices go up, cause greedy gas companies want to drain us. There are people who cannot even afford to drive right now. its so sad.

Apparently too, Muhammad thot he was going mad. Thats understandable. I guess its not his fault though.

And the other thing is, maybe the whole meeting deal is just saying "God has a plan." I mean, seems like there's usually some odd 'plan' for us. I was even thinking on how he said more were 'coming.' Like at that place, in the shadow and light, another reminder about more and more, coming. Dying all the time. Gathering up souls or something.

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Yeah she called him  Leonardo Gabriel at first.  The name just popped out of her mouth.  I thought was weird concerning the whole leo son topic too.

Then she said Gabriel a few more times.  "Gabriel, Gabriel, mom who is Gabriel?"
 

Really? It sounds like little one has your gift! Plus shes got an interesting birthday too!!

Yeah, I wonder if Heath ever played an angel or something. I know he did a movie where he was a priest, im gonna look at that hmmm.

[Endless Whisper]

OMG Lori! Remember I was talking about the movie The Patriot and your wooden chair and how Mel Gibson kept trying to put together a wooden rocking chair which kept crashing?

Heath's name in the movie, was Gabriel Martin

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0187393/

[littlefeather]

weird!

[Endless Whisper]

weird!

Well I suppose this is summing things up - I wonder now if he'll show up again! Odd!

Another thing too, I just found that Angel Gabriel, is known as "Of the Golden Locks," ie: his hair. Course Heath was blond too.

I remember feeling his hair too, cause of it being longish like the movie - but hair is technically dead cells and stuff. He still had his hair.

I was feeling his hair - that was another point in the dream. Just running my hands through his hair, for some reason. And in his title some reference his hair, "Golden Locks."

[littlefeather]

 

[Endless Whisper]

Oh I know this song too! Its really pretty! And this too:

so when I’m lying in my bed

thoughts running through my head

and I feel that love is dead

I’m loving angels instead

yeah like I was laying in that bed talking to him, about what it was like to 'be dead.' Yet I was in some land of the dead in the prior dream. Odd!

[Endless Whisper]

At every instant and from every side, resounds the call of Love:
We are going to sky, who wants to come with us?
We have gone to heaven, we have been the friends of the angels,
And now we will go back there, for there is our country.
We are higher than heaven, more noble than the angels:
Why not go beyond them? Our goal is the Supreme Majesty.
What has the fine pearl to do with the world of dust?
Why have you come down here? Take your baggage back. What is this place?
Luck is with us, to us is the sacrifice!...
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
No, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell:
Otherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul?
The wave named 'Am I not your Lord' has come, it has broken the vessel of the body;
And when the vessel is broken, the vision comes back, and the union with Him.

~Rumi

[Endless Whisper]

Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean--the ocean of the soul.
How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
No, we are the pearls from the bosom of the sea, it is there that we dwell:
Otherwise how could the wave succeed to the wave that comes from the soul?

Some people come out and say the pool is open. Its nighttime, pitch black out, dark as hell. I thought, they must be crazy to go swimming at night when its so dark out, I wasnt really interested.....

... Heath asks if I want to take a walk with, since I didnt want to swim, and I said sure. I think strangely, I knew Id met up with him the night before. I know before when thinking about the prior dream upon awakening, I wondered if that was some odd purgatory state, or bardo deal. it was odd.

[Endless Whisper]

Rumi and the Pool

A Meeting of Minds

In November 1244 Rumi had an encounter that was to change his life completely. There are different stories of what happened. One tells of how Rumi was sitting by the side of a pool, surrounded by his students, when a wandering dervish dressed in a dark wool coat roughly pushed his way to the front and seizing Rumi’s books and precious scrolls, threw them into the water. Appalled, Rumi cried out: “What are you doing?”  The stranger replied, “What are you doing?” and, reaching into the water retrieved the manuscripts. Not one of them was wet.

This stranger was Shams I Tabriz, a fierce, uncompromising teacher whom few could endure. Shams is reported to have said, “I have nothing to do with mundane affairs. I have come to put my fingers on the nerves of the ones who lead others to God.”

Rumi took the stranger home, spending the next 40 days in ‘sohbet’ or ‘mystical conversation.’ At the end of this time Rumi gave up his teaching position to learn from this great master.

The two of them became inseparable. Their intense recognition of the presence of the Divine in each other gave rise to an even Greater Presence, something that Rumi refers to in his work as the ‘Beloved,’ the ‘Friend,’ the ‘Silent One’ and even ‘A New Christ.’

Their friendship was a great mystery. They were together for months on end, without any human needs, transported into a realm of pure conversation. But this ecstatic connection caused jealousies in the religious community. Rumi’s students felt neglected. Sensing trouble, Shams disappeared. Rumi was distraught and searched for him everywhere.

At last word came that Shams had been seen in Damascus. Rumi sent for him and when the two men met a second time, they fell at each others feet and it is said that ‘no one could tell who was the lover and who the beloved.’ Shams stayed in Rumi’s house and married a young girl whom Rumi had adopted. Again the conversations began; so too were old jealousies awakened.

One night, December 5th 1248, as Shams and Rumi were talking, Shams was called to the door. He went out, never to be seen again. He was most likely murdered.

Rumi was shattered. He searched for him again, trawling the streets of Damascus and finding consolation only in the company of poets and musicians and by whirling round and round hour upon hour in his grief and longing. Finally he came to a realisation:

“Why should I seek? I am the same as he.
His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself.”