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And so it began.
I started to receive messages from beings that were more powerful than ever before. I connected with them through meditation. And the universe wanted me to meditate for an hour every other day. And I refused. It was too much — more than I was ready or willing to give in my new role… as… something.
The first time I sat down to meditate with the intent of answering the call of the universe, an overwhelming light entered my mind’s eye. I was told that the one that had come to me is an Archangel.
“Michael?,” I questioned.
“Are you sure?”
“I am Gabriel, the Archangel,” the light said to me.
“Ga…briel? Not Michael?,” I thought. Honestly, I don’t know why Michael’s name was stuck in my head — maybe it’s because his name is the one that is most often associated with the term Archangel.
“I. Am. Gabriel. The Archangel.” the light said.
Gabriel asked that I do something in its honor. A ceremony. And that I would know how and when and why and what. And that was the beginning.
I went down a rabbit hole of mobile research trying to understand this message. And I learned that Gabriel, a Saint, used to have a Feast Day that was dedicated solely the the Archangel’s honor, which had been changed to a shared Feast Day with Raphael and Michael.
It was coming. This sole Feast Day for Gabriel was coming. March 24. That was the day I had to do… something. It also turned out that it was Easter weekend, and so I felt in my heart that as long as I did the thing by Easter, I would do right.
Long story short, I went to Savers, felt compelled to thrust my hand into a shelf of brick-a-brack, and came upon a wooden piece of art. It was a painting on wood of the Mother Mary holding baby Jesus, adorned in gold leaf and etching. I bought it. I wish that I had taken a picture of it; it was creepy, but beautiful.
And after much deliberation about the where, in the middle of the night, I eventually ended up going with Lahi to Our Lady of Good Counsel, just up the street from my house. You’ll notice that their logo depicts exactly what was shown in the piece of art that I bought: Mother Mary holding baby Jesus.
Everything was strangely locked up because it was Easter weekend, but we found ourselves at an outdoor altar of the Mother Mary holding baby Jesus. Again, just like in the piece of art. I prayed, presented the gift of painted and gold adorned wood, and made an offering of water to the potted Easter lilies that surrounded the statue.
And it was right.
And Gabriel was satisfied.
And I didn’t understand it, but this was very clearly in line with what would become my role in life. My job description was becoming clearer.
I sent a text message to Leah a few weeks later.
Originally written on June 11, 2017.
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