Wisdom comes to me when my heart is open and my mind is calm. I can tap into that quiet mind during meditation, walking in nature, and during the wee hours of the early morning. The time between dreaming and wakefulness is an ethereal time pregnant with possibilities. An otherworldly space that is delicate, light, and sacred. This morning I had this vision on forgiveness and letting go.
There was a slip of a girl
around the age of four or five.
She was clad in a simple white frock
and wearing red, rubber rainboots.
(She is always ready and willing to jump into puddles.)
She was sitting on top of a boulder
dangling her feet over the edge.
Waiting for something magical
to happen.
She had a fistful of daisies
she had picked and
was holding them in her right hand.
These daisies
were a special
gift for her guardian angel.
A thank you for always being with her.
She was smiling from ear to ear as
she waited in anticipation
for the Angel's arrival.
The glorious boulder in which she sat upon,
was covered in a beautiful,
light-green shade of moss.
Her favorite shade of green.
The bright green moss
was exactly like the new growth
on the evergreen trees in the spring
after a long winter's nap.
The boulder was perfectly placed
in the center of her
emerald green garden
of her heart.
The garden was surrounded
by a meadow
filled with wildflowers.
The smell wafting around her
from the flowers
was heavenly.
A fluttering began.
A whirling and swirling of enchanted energy
surrounded the wee girl
and started to rise up around her.
A ruby, white, with gold sparkles
vortex of energy
spun around her
in a clockwise direction
from the earth
towards heaven.
Angels
of singing
light and sound
engulfed her
and saturated her
in safety, security, acknowledgement, and
love.
Magnificent butterflies appeared and began
fluttering up and out of every cell of her.
They were painted in hues of
purple, violet, and lavender.
The magical colors of
transformation and
forgiveness.
Each butterfly carried words
away from this divine child.
Hurtful
words that had been
imprinted on her
that had caused
pain and suffering
over many lifetimes.
Words that had been
heard and spoken
and tucked into
the little places
around her heart,
hidden, and
out of sight.
The butterflies
freed her
by
spiriting away
and
transforming
all of the hurt
she carried.
They gave it
all
back to
God
to transform it
back into
love.
The Angels
sprinkled
this
divine child
with God's
love.
Angela O'Brien-Greywitt, Intuitive Mystic
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