My dear ones, come to me in your times of sorrow.
Come to me in your times of joy. Come to me in your
times of lacking. Come to me when you know abundance.
Come to me when you think you’ve finished. Come to me
when you know you’re not. Come to me when you ask for
guidance. Come to me and I’ll show you what you
often have you entrusted a friend with your darkest
deepest secrets only to find that they’ve been
scattered to the wind? How many times have you found a
dear sweet sparrow and chased away the creature that
would devour it? How many times have you cast caution to
the wind, and then found it to come back to you again
with a miracle cast on its wings?
is the game of life, my dear ones, and though I,
Archangel Michael have longed to see you back here in
heaven wearing your wings of gossamer gold, I have known
that your path has taken you far away while never
leaving the fireside of The Creator.
are home as always in the love that I carry for you. You
are home in the compassion that the assembly of angels
on high carries for you through all that you endure. We
are your brothers and sisters, and through all that you
create for yourselves you do feel our love for you, and
you do hear our song as the tinkle of the bells in the
wee hours of morn.
are our wonders to behold, and we carry your message to
the stars. We grab onto the tears that you shed, and we
cast them to the winds of change, as you look upward and
smile your beautiful smile. You feel our coming when we
rest our bodies in your arms. You feel the love as it
emanates from our hearts to yours. We soften the blow of
rejection as you flee from the cloud that engulfs you.
We watch as the cloud dissipates and leaves you once
again bathed in the glow of your Parents love.
these truths to your bosom and know that they are with
you always. Know that in the light of day or the dark of
night, there is always a beam of radiance shining forth
from your very essence. You are our beacon, for without
you our purpose would falter and fade into another. You
give us the hope for a brand new day, for we see what we
are not and we see that you are what we promise for you.
upon a time long, long ago there was a kingdom, and it
was full of bright shining stars. Within this kingdom a
few chosen ones took flight with a promise to play away
from the stars of home and send back a message of love.
Within this message there would be many diversions and
much chaos. This was to be the example of what we were
not, and you have played this so very well.
it is time for all of those ones of that kingdom to
return and lay down your burdens. The Light of home is
shining brightly, and we have left the door open and
beckoning for your return. We are watching your journey,
and speeding you on your way back to our loving arms.
The adventure is ongoing, and we are ready for the
picture to begin of the mighty return of the wayfarers
and the promise of fulfillment.
now, for the trip has been weary. Gather your strength
for this last step to the promise of home. Upon that
return is the bundle of miracles that is even now being
opened and disbursed to all of you. It is the final hour
and you are in your finest performance. We wipe the
tears of love and joy from our eyes to see all the
better your shining faces and the love and recognition
that you are on the last stretch to the gates of heaven,
where you will find many joyful surprises.
and go with us to the love of the Creator and wash away
the troubles of the never-ending song.
you dear Archangel Michael,