The origins of ants don't believe in fish

A few years ago when I was still a toddler on the spiritual path I threw my teddy out of the pram. In a metaphorical sense of course. It wasn’t the first time and it certainly was not nor will be the last.

I suppose that I expected life to somehow get easier as I welcomed Angels and other beings of light into my life, it seemed that the challenges just kept on coming at me and if anything the lessons seemed to be getting harder. Various aspects of my life weren’t taking shape the way I wanted them to at the time, with that beautiful gift called hindsight it’s easy now to understand why not, but at the time it’s hard to grasp and accept that so I did as I often do – dug in my heels, waved an angry fist at the sky and demanded to know what they were playing at.

Maybe I was just imagining everything I was experiencing, deluding myself that there were really angels out there and faeries in the garden, which is where I was at the time and maybe there really was nothing beyond this reality.

“Ants don’t believe in fish, but they exist” was the patient and gentle response to my tantrum.

What on earth was that supposed to mean?

It was a statement far too ambiguous and random to have been produced by my own mind, although I admit I am capable taking some huge mental leaps to other tangents. As I continued working in the garden I acknowledged the comment in a grumpy kind of fashion and probably a ‘Whatever!’

It took a couple of days before I grasped the meaning behind their message and when the penny dropped it was so obvious. Ants and fish live in completely different realms and have no knowledge or experience of each other so why should they believe in one another; it doesn’t mean that they are not there though. Point taken.

Me and a friend were once discussing the mysteries of the universe and spiritual realms and she said that when an ant walks across our toe it has no concept of what the toe is, what it’s attached to or the world that the owner of the toe inhabits. In the scheme of the universe we are but ants and there is so much more beyond what we perceive around us.

Archangel Michael’s assistance

I was once the gleeful owner of a Honda CRM 250 motorbike which was the kind of bike for tearing along muddy trails and narrow country lanes or in steadier moments just poddling and taking in the scenery. It didn't actually like steadier moments too much and it was so happy at full throttle, preferably with the front wheel in the air. I swear I didn't do it purposefully; it really did have an aversion to keeping contact between the front wheel and the road surface.

It developed an annoying fault after a while which meant it kept cutting out every few minutes; my right thigh was becoming disproportionate to my left with kick starting it repeatedly. It transpired that the errant part was a piece of metal called a regulator/rectifier that would prove to be extremely elusive due to the age of the bike and it being a grey import. I searched the internet, motorcycle breakers and even bike auto-jumbles in search of this part to no avail for around 2 months which was depressing because I was missing time riding my hooligan bike. 

Around that time I went to a Mind, Body and Spirit event in London and was fortunate enough to attend a talk given by Doreen Virtue to mark the launch of her book Archangels and Ascended Masters. The thing that stood out most in the talk was the intervention of Archangel Michael who announced his presence by tampering with the sound system for a few minutes and that's when I learned that Michael likes technology and gadgets.

That gave me an idea.

I decided to try this out for myself and to see if Michael could actually fix this annoying piece of metal. So one day I sat down with said piece of metal and a pendulum and I asked Michael if he would help me fix my bike. I felt that little fizz of energy that I experience when I know Angels are present and my pendulum began to spin over the part for a few minutes and eventually came to a stand still. I was so excited and full of anticipation as I went and reconnected the part to my bike. Did it work? NO!

This left me a tad disappointed to say the least so I asked what I was supposed to do next. The advice that came through was to take the part to Pit Stop, a local bike breaker, and ask them if they had one. Sulkily I pointed out that I had already tried them and they hadn't had one, apparently my bike was a rare as rocking horse manure. Michael's response was 'Trust me'. 

So I took my piece of metal to Pit Stop and wandered into the seeming chaos of motorbike carcasses. Where does on start! Needles and haystacks were two words that sprung to mind. However, all I had to do was dangle the part at the guy in the shop and ask with wide innocent eyes and batting lids "have you got one of these please?"

He knew instantly what it was and to my complete astonishment told me they'd just had a bike like mine in for breaking for spares and it had the part I needed. I could not believe my luck and a big mental thank you went to Michael.

The solutions the angelic realms come up with for our problems are sometimes not as straightforward or obvious as we expect them to be. They can be extremely imaginative, but what I've found is that they need us to meet them halfway in some manner and often it requires us to display our trust in them. If Michael had just fixed the part as it lay on my knee it wouldn't have required any acknowledgement or effort on my part and maybe there was a chance I would have dismissed it as a fluke. Listening to that guidance demonstrated my faith in Michael. 

This reminds me of a joke where a guy has been praying to God to allow him to win the jackpot on the lottery, but each time the lottery is drawn the guy doesn't win and eventually he asks God why he hasn't helped him win the lottery. God replies "You have to meet me halfway! At least buy a ticket!"

The replacement part did work and I was able to spend many more hours hurtling around on that bike giggling like a lunatic with or head butting walls on country lanes when it spat me off! Thank you Michael! Luv ya dude!

 

My re-introduction to Angels

In 2002 a conversation with a stranger raised the question “Did I talk to angels?”

Angels! I don’t think so. I may actually have snorted in response to that question. They were connected with religion and the ‘G’ word which I hated because it was the embodiment of religion. Me and religion had been at odds for many years and I will admit to being angry at God for a multitude of reasons for years. So why on earth would I talk to Angels?

But this question did, however, ignite something inside my soul because it set me off on a journey of discovery that has been quite amazing and yes, sometimes a little frustrating.

I soon found myself in the Mind, Body, and Spirit section of the largest book store in town looking for books on Angels. One immediately presented itself to me with that little “buy me, pick me” voice that is normally reserved for delectable pairs of shoes; it was Messages from Your Angels by Doreen Virtue. As I opened the book and flicked through it I remember feeling faintly stunned; it was as though what was there on the page in front of me had been written especially for me. It was so relevant and applicable and I was astonished. I listened to the book’s voice and it became the first of many angel books to occupy my bookshelves over the years.

Why do I say re-introduction? Well, whether we choose to acknowledge them or not they are there with us throughout our lives, watching over us, waiting for the chance to help us. Just because I had my own issues with religion and the ‘G’ word and was closed off to sensing their presence, they never abandoned me; they waited patiently for me to get over myself and wake up to them.

The thing is with Angels that they are not allowed to interfere or take direct action with us unless our life is threatened so for the most part they are silent companions until we ask for their help. So we get to hurtle through our lives making all sorts of mistakes and getting into all sorts of mischief and they can’t do anything because we haven’t invited them in. It must be very frustrating for them and the image that always springs to mind is of them sitting in the back seat of the car behind a wall of sound proof toughened glass whilst that car is being driven oh so erratically by a learner driver who thinks they know how to drive and what the rules of the road are.  They can only sit in mute horror or amusement as we choose the wrong job or the wrong partner or pick a shirt in the sale that we will never wear in a million years but have to have because it’s a BARGAIN!. Again and again. Yes I have a wardrobe full of those shirts and skirts.

 It doesn’t mean that we wont continue to make these mistakes once we have sought their help, after all from our mistakes come our greatest lessons, but maybe they can help us to realize what we are meant to be learning and to ease some of the pain that accompanies those lessons.

They are there for the fun stuff too and they love to share it with us and their sense of humour can at times be downright wicked if you will forgive the pun. They want to be involved and when we trust them the colour of life takes on a different hue.

The Angels, the washing line and the greengrocers

One Saturday afternoon in late autumn it was a really blustery day. Actually blustery is a bit of an understatement; it was really, really windy, bordering on a hurrigale. I had numerous things to do that afternoon, paint the bathroom, hang out the bed linen to dry and I wanted to go to the local greengrocers shop.

Painting the bathroom was the most straightforward of those tasks; I’m not particularly good at decorating but I enjoy the mindlessness of it, which is probably why I always end up wearing so much paint in the process. I don’t think there are many who can claim to be successful in getting paint on the back of their thighs. (I wear shorts) I’m sure a skilled painter would be quick to retort that it’s not supposed to be mindless at all.

You would think hanging the bed linen on the whirligig washing line would be straightforward to wouldn’t you really? How hard can that be? It was exceptionally windy and as I battled with the duvet cover to get it onto the line I heard that voice in my head that offers me pearls of wisdom and guidance from time to time, gently tell me that I really didn’t want to do that, it was far too windy and it was going to be a wasted effort. You know, sometimes I like the voice and I pay attention to it, but sometimes I just think they’re having me on and that I know better. So I ignored it, won the battle with the duvet cover and returned indoors to carry on painting.

All the while my mind was also on the fact that I need to go to the greengrocers, but again that voice was there only this time it’s telling me that there was no point, the shop was shut. Grrr!

I’m busy brandishing my paint brush when I heard a very loud and puzzling crashing sound from the garden. As the bathroom overlooked garden I opened the window to ascertain the source of the noise. I’m greeted by the sight of my washing line bent over at a 45° angle, its complete descent downwards halted by the presence of the conifer trees. The duvet cover, however, hadn’t been so lucky and was trailing in the muddy grass and would need to be rewashed; the pole of the whirligig was also bent beyond repair, the force of the wind battering my duvet cover had just been too much. I can sense the Angels standing over my shoulder shaking their heads with that ‘told you so’ expression on their faces.

I decided to put the painting on hold after having been interrupted and decided that I would pay my visit to the greengrocers shop. I got my car keys and my purse and got into the car and tried to start it; normally it started first time. Not that day! And there again was the voice telling me I really don’t need the car right now anyway because the greengrocers really were shut. Again I don’t want to listen to or trust it so I persevere, finally get the car started and I’m able to make my journey.

Guess what? Yes, the shop was shut and that time I did hear a resounding ‘We told you so’ from them.

I suppose sometimes there a perversity about going against their advice because we want to see if they really are right. It’s a little like touching the plate to see if it really is hot even though we’ve just been told it is. It can be difficult to trust that guidance and sometimes we just need proof that what the Angels are telling us really is genuine. They probably know we’ll do that anyway and that’s why they choose the small stuff to allow us to test them so that when something big comes along and they warn us we’ll pay attention because our experience with them has proved that they do know what they are talking about.