Some people think that having conversations or discussions
about the angelic realm is idiotic and serves no viable purpose. Well, It seems to me that only one part of my “Divine Life Purpose” is to continue to introduce the idea, how important it is for us to know who
is helping to keep our planet buoyant. The old folks use to drum it into our
heads that we need to remember who we are, but most of use either were never
told of the people who came before us, or we think it has no place in modern
times and it actually will serve no viable purpose for us to know or learn
about them.
Didn’t your grand or great grandparents ever tell you about
the stories they were told when they were young? Well, mine did! Some of it is
a bit hard to remember, but I can still recall some of it, and it was about the
angles who would come to the slaves when they were escaping from their master’s
plantation and they were going the wrong way. There appeared a man, and
sometimes a woman who just appeared in the middle of the tall grass field, and
told them that they were going the wrong way. Only the moonlight was there with
them, and not knowing whether or not to trust this person, they were too afraid
of getting caught; they knew that they weren’t sure there they were in all that
tall grass, so they took the strangers advice. Luckily they ended up on the
plantation of someone who would help them, and they eventually reached north
effortlessly, and told others of the way to travel once reaching the tall
grass.
My grandmother told me many such stories of “angles” helping
to guide the slaves to the “freedom land”. But still somehow the stories
weren’t told once they reached up north. Otherwise, how come we forgot who we
were and the help many so called (magically appearing) strangers gave us to maneuver
our way to freedom? The only thing that rings loudly in my mind about the whole
story; was that they had to be angles. Some of the runaways looked back to
thank those people, but they weren’t there. I neglected to add that these men
and women were very tall. Higher than the tall grass itself and were wearing
white. This is what was told to my grandmother and yet they weren’t seen by
anyone else except they person they approached; when pointing out the way
home. 
I honestly believe that if “angels” came to help us then,
and even helped most (if not all) of the conscientious, God fearing, folks who
sheltered us too; then why is it so hard to believe that they are here now. If
your faith is strong, and you remain brave and steadfast, the quicker your desires
will be made manifest. I enjoy sharing what I read about the angelic realm with
others. I enjoy reading “Angel Numbers”
and “Archangels & Ascended Master”
by; Doreen Virtue, Ph.D. Her books
help me to remember the stories I was told long ago. I bet that more people
remember stories like that, than care to admit it.Come visit me, and let's chat...
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