As is typical for a workshop icebreaker, our facilitator asked what brought us to the workshop. Hmm, where to begin. I've had four distinct experiences. They remain etched in my memory. With my foggy memory, I'd prefer to go backwards in time, rather than starting from the beginning.
According to our presenter, specific colors are used for communication by archangels. A couple of weeks before the workshop, I had an amazingly colorful dream. My dear departed mother appeared. I was shocked to see her, as I would be now, since I have accepted her passing. She and I were on a bustling street. I don't know what city we were in. It seemed far away.
I followed her, though it was difficult. In a bazaar atmosphere, we quickly became a part of the group movement, jostling others as we pressed forward. She moved quickly through and past shops with me in pursuit. It wasn't like I was chasing her, as it may sound. It seemed as though this was a perfectly natural way for her to move. As her daughter, I knew I must respect her mode of traveling.
Finally, things slowed down. We entered a shop but just when I thought we might have meaningful contact, she disappeared. Looking for her frantically, I came to a halt. I could move no further. I bumped into an amazing array of ultramarine blue feathers. I was stunned by their beauty and wanted to reach out for a touch. Attached to them, I saw a gold-tinged figure.
Sometimes in our dreams we lose all sense of reality. This dream was different. I'd call it a vision.
When I awakened I was still spellbound. Though my eyes were open and seeing my bedroom, I longed to return to that place where the angel and my mom resided. I believe in many things but not coincidence. There was no mistaking the feeling. My mother had led me towards an angel.
One of the reasons I was drawn to the workshop was to learn more about this blue-winged angel in my vision and angels generally.
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