Under this new label intends to collect the writings and thoughts on a subject that is dear to me: Angels. They have devoted a book which I published in 2000, entitled "Voices of Heaven." After a little over ten years I feel the need to return to talk about it, be closed for the season when I signed my literary works under a pseudonym. The truth is that I have never ceased to warn me about the mysterious stirrings of the wings that vibrate with the spirit and elevate it, so I want to share with my readers the joys that come from such intimacy. Friends, life is much more than what appears. Know invisible but real benefit of the gifts that Heaven grants to people who make your heart a cot.
The existence of angels is an axiom that can not be supported by the intellect. "The heart has reasons which reason knows not" warned Pascal. He was right, only with the heart we know the angels and rely on their help. I never doubted that angels exist, but rather have always been aware as I am aware of being alive. And if tomorrow you discovered that my life is just a dream made by someone else, do not stop believing in angels. It is so since childhood, although I confess that I had forgotten them for many years. I think I understood a lot of people. The truth is that as long as we use both hemispheres harmoniously of our brains see and hear things that otherwise we have no way of perceiving. The angels are a reality in stereo. If we use only the left hemisphere, the location of rationality and logical thought is formed, the angel comes to us highly damped vibration or comes to us all. The children, artists and psychics usually employ the right hemisphere, and therefore resort to analogical thinking. They open the energy channels and thus not have to struggle to capture the vibrations that run on the subtle plane of existence where the angels live. We are all strongly influenced by the law of polarity, to perceive reality in a dualistic way, that opposites. Life opposes death, the day or night, good to evil, and so on. It is significant that the respiration, a fundamental principle of life, is based on the alternation of two opposites: inhalation and exhalation. The heart alternating dilation and contraction. We are so conditioned by dualistic thinking that we immovably at the heart of much stronger faith: man is composed of body and soul. But not exactly. The man has a physical body or flesh - what we commonly call the body - and other subtle bodies. These bodies, which define the various esoteric schools in different ways, but for simplicity will make three calls to the etheric body, body astral and causal body, are as real as the physical body but much thinner. So are inaccessible to our senses, not visible or tangible. This is because our senses are not programmed to understand the reality when it vibrates at a frequency too high. It follows that the existence of these bodies remain invisible, for many, an assumption is unfounded. As the existence of angels. Even the angels are made of the same substance our bodies invisible, or more precisely of the same energy. They are as real as the living stream which regulates the activity of our body (the etheric body), as real as our emotions and our thoughts (according to some mental or astral body), I like our real (causal body or divine). All things are as real as the existence of which is not certified unless resorting to analogical thinking and employing the power of the spirit.
No one doubts the existence of the atom or electromagnetic waves, or doubts the existence of our thoughts and our emotions. Yet no one has ever seen an atom, or electromagnetic radio wave touched, smelled a mental reflection. So why is it so hard to believe in the existence of angels? I subscribe to the character of a play by GB Shaw, who exclaims: "I do not understand why people who believe the electrons we consider less credulous of men who believe in angels. " Yeah, why?
I repeat, only with the heart, a metaphor of cosmic consciousness that is in us, we can arrive at the realization that angels exist. But it is essential to abandon the classic and false position "seeing is believing" and adopt an open attitude, trusting your intuition. Not everything that exists is visible. Although invisible, the angels are more real atoms and even more accessible. The Indians say that the reality is thousands of years maya, that is illusion. It would be our mind to create it, so that the world we live in is reduced to a mirage. The paradox is that Einstein on the subatomic physics has come to the same conclusion: our mind affects and shapes the surrounding reality. In his Zibaldone , Giacomo Leopardi wrote: "it seems absurd, yet it is quite true that all of reality being nothing, there is no other real or anything else of substance in the world that the illusions." If angels were an illusion, as many still think they would be more real than matter, chaotic mixture of subatomic particles whose vibration is picked up by the antennas of our mind on a certain wavelength. One of the many existing, is not the only one.
goes without saying that it is easier to believe in angels when you had the opportunity to meet them. It happened to many people in the world, more than you think, and I am part of this class successful. Once, when a child was a tantrum you scolded lovingly, saying "if you behave badly you cry your guardian angel" or "not wanting to hurt your angel." I do not know if this kind of sentences are still in the repertoire of parents and grandparents, but if it did mean that the guardian angel is a universal archetype that can resist to fashion, materialism and the extinction of kindness in the human. My childhood memories are sharp and fervent. I loved my guardian angel and I turned to him as you go to an invisible friend. Every night before going to bed I recited one of the most beautiful and simple prayer of Christian liturgy ... angel of God who are my guardian, enlighten and guard, to rule and guide me who have been entrusted by the heavenly goodness. Amen. I must have done indigestion of this prayer because one day I stopped acting. I also stopped talking to my invisible friend. Having the desire to grow and to do I forgot him and I ended up forgetting the words of supplication. Inadvertently I had relegated my guardian angel in the attic, as you do with something old and useless. O better, I think I have put aside, but in reality he was always close to me and continues to protect.
The summer of 1988 was dramatic for me and my family. I remember that I went from joy to despair in a few hours. In fact, that happened five days after giving birth to Federico, our third daughter, my wife had a sudden seizure disorder and went into coma. He was immediately hospitalized in the neurological department of the hospital Sant'Anna di Como where doctors diagnosed a brain tumor and advised against surgery. His case was considered hopeless. I did not accept a verdict as unjust and moved my love at the Hospital of Bergamo, which then has an excellent department of neurosurgery. The primary was held in Clare observation rather urgent task and it proved providential. There was what doctors call "quantum healing" and believers define more candidly "miracle". Within a few days Chiara left the comatose state and the dark mass found in the brain regressed to disappear completely. These were days of hope and answered prayers. But the test was not over, nor the passion consumed entirely. My wife returned home in apparent confusion. Suffered physical and psychological stress, associated with heavy-based psychiatric treatment, forced her to a semi-vegetative life. In addition, the children were ill with pertussis. Rose related problems, especially Federica, who was struggling to breathe. I got an oxygen tank and vegliai night and day next to her, her sisters and my wife, speaking many times. I am a strong man and strong in those days but I passed the threshold of endurance. Exhausted, I succumbed to sleep one night. I do not know how long I slept but I know that I dreamed. Suddenly I saw an angel. Who can say, really, if you walked into my dream, or more likely in my bedroom? The fact is that I physically jerked and alerted me telling me firmly. "Get up!" Ordered "your daughter needs you ... now." I opened violently eyes, as if I was knocked off the bed. Fatigue clouded me and I struggled to comprehend the thoughts of my state, I was awake or dreaming? The doubt lasted a few seconds and I was assailed by a sudden shortness of breath, a panic fear. I got up and rushed into the next room where there was a cradle with Federica, who was sleeping. No, Federica not asleep. Federica was ... I turned on the light and I realized that my little girl was choking. He was cyanotic. Then I grabbed her and the spilled instinctively slid the mouthpiece of the oxygen tank, I acted as the instinct suggested to me and I had the feeling that an experienced hand guiding mine, who was trembling and uncertain. After a few seconds, which was endless, Federica erupted in a violent scream, a cry liberating. I had saved. God had given me a second time. Half an hour later the situation had returned to normal and I gave up a heartfelt prayer. I remember many years later I found myself repeating the words that I thought I had forgotten ... an angel of God who are my guardian, enlighten and guard, to rule and guide me who have been entrusted by the heavenly goodness. Amen. He was my guardian angel to tell me, was he torn from a heavy sleep, which otherwise would be turned into despair. I have no doubts: I saw and heard the voice. To this day I have before me a clear image of his face, his clothing, his wings. Moreover, the non- was the first time that my angel he assisted me. I want to tell at least one other episode, for anything extraordinary, but because of this paradigm. I imagine that many people could tell similar stories.
I was young and loved the sporty driving and speed. One day driving along the highway that connects the Versilia in Genoa in a car very powerful. Proceeded well beyond the 200 km / h when in proximity of a tunnel I felt sharp and peremptory an inner voice saying to me 'brakes. " I ordered to stop, rather than ask. I obeyed. The road in front of me was free but frenai thoroughly before me as if there was an unexpected obstacle or an accident. Instead there was nothing. When I entered the gallery in my speed had been reduced almost to the point of crashing. So, for no apparent reason. But there was a reason. A column of cars was parked in the tunnel due to a collision. If I had not braked in time I'd fallen onto the column as an explosive missile. Not only my life but probably also that of other people were swept away in an instant. The voice that had warned me that was my angel. And who knows how many angels were activated at that moment so that my unconscious would cause a tragedy. I think episodes like this are very common. The series on the "emergency" Angels and wide and would not be enough the shelves of the library of Alexandria to keep your records. Everyone is free to interpret as he wishes, but I think only a fool can be justified by appealing to chance. Unless - was the witty provocation by Anatole France - do not consider the "case" the pseudonym of God when you do not want to sign. Over time I became convinced that the Eternal Father has assigned to handle the case with the angels, executors of his will and signed.
"Down here we live in the company of angels," said St. Thomas Aquinas. And that angels are among us is also the argument of The Wings , the cinematic masterpiece Wenders. If necessary, the angels may fall into our dimension disguised as men, women, children or pets. In my lifetime I have had the good fortune to encounter and recognize more than one. It is the truth and not hide, as the people who profess it may inspire in me as a person 'serious' a bit of embarrassment and perhaps the question that I am mad. Patience. The real truth is always unlikely, as argued Stepan Trofimovich. In any case, I believe that an honest man has a duty to assist, especially when it is awkward or vulnerable. (continued)
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