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Community Angel
Keith Armstrong
Should I go to the meeting? The question had dogged me for an hour or two. In the end I decided to have a shower and an early night. I had watched the end of The Commitments and after turned to view a little of Moulin Rouge. Very bright and colourful. But that was enough.
I sat to meditate, a thing I had wanted to do since the shower. 'Take yourself to the meeting', I was told, 'In your spirit body.'
I found myself looking down into the upper CC (Findhorn Community Centre). Almost even before the comment was ended. I didn't take myself there. I was taken there. I looked down into the yellowish light. It must have been about 7.50. 'Invite the Angel of Findhorn.' 'Angel, please come and inspire this meeting. Lift the vision towards the greatness that can be.'
I found myself now looking up, holding an earthenware goblet containing the CC and all in it. I offered it to the angel and found myself walking, holding the goblet, beside the angel out across the Bay. Now my body was a hundred feet high and slender, every bit like the elven Prince Charming, dressed in silken raiment trailing, and carrying a chalice which was changing every bit as much as I.
Now we held the cup together, the hand of the angel crossing mine so that our arms formed a spiral. The coarse earthenware had fallen away to reveal a cup heavy with silver gilt, white gold and jewels.
The angel lifted us higher until we stood above the Bay, holding the cup with its surface still peeling, pouring light in every direction. It was blessing the city of Light and all around from Brodie and Nairn and further afield the towers and spires of churches and noble buildings shone back with the light of the future towards us.
Every time I tried to get closer to see more clearly or to go to some familiar place I was pulled back.' Too personal', it said, as if this was dragging the vision into the present instead of allowing it to stand into the future. And once more I would rise and stand above the Bay with the Light angel and the chalice of light pouring out to all around.
We stood together holding the goblet high and the spiral of our arms wound into the spiral of the cup and up through two or three more windings like a blazing sword of light woven from these spiral arms disappearing into a point.
The light spread out from the cup which now seemed to draw the energy from all around in a sort of dome into itself and then twisting a great blaze of light up into the heavens. I checked the clock. It was exactly 8.00 pm.
I thought you would like to share in this vision and my experience of the community meeting. Thank you all for being part of it.
Much love, Keith Armstrong, Rainbow Bridge 17 June 2011
