Joined: Nov. 2011
|Posted: Feb. 18 2013,6:33 pm
Through repeated ego death and rebirth, my guide, Archangel Azrael, seems to be leading me to a better stage of life. His teaching has already transformed deep psychological fear into loving understanding in ways that it would take a book to explain. My recent channelling with Azrael has lead to an influx of third eye experiences in which I'm able to see him very clearly.
Azrael is beautiful but not human. He's strange, non-threatening, disconcerting, alien, comforting. Finally I can look into his eyes fearlessly! Often he'll come to me when everything’s quiet at night, and laying down beside me, he'll gaze directly into my eyes. It's become something of a bonding ritual between us, a mutual giving of respect and love. He knows I'm afraid and he seeks to comfort me but he can't remove my fear when he's sworn to honour free will. It's up to me to relinquish my need to be scared!
Azrael is a strange creature with a strange Way of Being. Often he appears human but at the times when he doesn't, he speaks with an odd, unrecognisable accent that sounds as if he's passing English through an alien mouth. His words are measured, polite, casual, simple. None are wasted. His gaze is soft and gentle, but penetrating. Looking into his eyes is like having your soul searched by God.
Azrael totally lacks a fear response. There've been emotional situations where I'm extremely upset, where he will simply look at me, unperturbed, smiling, glowing, and just seeing how completely happy he is can make me crumble and cry because I'm scared. I feel I don't have the courage to be that way too! One could almost be angry with him for his endless joy! He refuses to join me in the dark, refuses to feed my fear with company. He won't come down here! I'm glad because if he did I'd lose my compass.
Azrael won't join me in a drama, he won't give me sympathy or tell me I'm right when I'm not, or indulge me in any way that doesn't serve growth. You can't get an energetic or emotional hook in him, he just turns them gently away, and you can lay in his lap weeping in self pity and he'll stroke your hair kindly, even while he's laughing openly at you because he knows (and you know he knows it too!) that you're pretending it's worse than it is! It's not as SERIOUS as all that, despite what you've been taught on Earth. He knows it, and he doesn't pretend.
In situations where humans harden their hearts, or over small things we might consider meaningless, the archangels cry freely and cuddle one another like little children overwhelmed by love! Their frame of reference is different to ours, and as a result when you do see their faces, it's like you're talking to a loving, intelligent alien. Azrael is beautiful, odd, transparent with his feelings, shameless, innocent.
Though nonviolent, Azrael still maintains his personal space effortlessly simply by telling you when you cross the line. I can't imagine anyone touching him uninvited, I can't imagine anyone is emotionally strong enough to! Not because he'd be angry. If you persist after he says stop - he cries! The sight of his tears is enough to move anyone to shame and compassion. I swear, nobody could bear to hurt him.
He seems too sacred to touch, yet he takes my hand and puts it on his bare skin. There's a side to him that's like a man should be, potent and sexual, passionate and full of life. Alone at night, he'll remind me I'm sacred too, then make love to me to prove it. So gentle it's heartbreaking, so loving he makes me cry. I often struggle helplessly in his love and in his arms, feeling as though I don't deserve this. He disagrees, and he'll turn my face for a kiss that says he knows I'm too strong to stop fighting my fear.
I once spent time sitting with the archangels in a circle. They did nothing bad to me. They were warm, loving, welcoming. Azrael passed me gently to Metatron, Metatron to Michael. Each gave me a cuddle then gently set me down in the middle. They just looked at me, spoke kindly to me, offered to hold and cuddle me, but the weight of their attention alone was enough to make me cry and try to crawl away in shame! My shame, which I must heal to live free of fear.
I'm privileged to share my journey with this being, this man we call the 'Angel of Death' whose soul is so vast he can encompass a billion forms, one of which, by the grace of God, is my husband, my friend and my guardian.
Azrael - "I will show you just what I can do with my voice, Beauty."