A Note from Afar

Dear Shaumbra,

We just got your message and are returning the call. We’ve been waiting for ages to hear from you, we even wondered sometimes if you’d forgotten about us. Then, not very long ago, you sent a telegram via Angel Express that said, “Good news – we finally did it!” and we’ve been celebrating ever since! Now we’d like to send a message back to you:

From: Your Angel Families
To: Each One of Our Dear Divine Humans

Re: Your Mission

It was half past forever when you left. We didn’t really want you to go, but of course you insisted. After playing so long together we knew you were the ones always running ahead, always playing the fastest games, always getting into the biggest mischief – so it was pointless to try to talk you out of it. And as much as we hated to see you go, we all knew that if somebody didn’t figure it out, none of us would survive. So you left us to go off on this crazy adventure that would take you to some far away place called Earth.

Occasionally you’d send us back a celestial postcard with an update on your progress, and you often sounded pretty miserable. But you’d always sign it “Stay tuned, I’m not done yet.” So we kept waiting. And waiting. Sometimes we’d hear on the Angel News Network about things you’d done – crazy, outrageous stunts you pulled or impossibly difficult circumstances you’d gotten into – and we wondered if it was really true. In a way, it sounded just like you, busting out like you always did. But we also wondered how you could possibly forget yourself like that. Didn’t you remember where you came from? Who you were? Wasn’t it obvious that you were the most amazing creator? How could you get so lost? What an amazing creation it must be.

So we’d watch the reports and marvel at your choices. What adventures you’ve had! Sometimes there would be a personal story, really highlighting your grit and stamina. Sometimes the report would be global, and we’d see the impact that you were having, amazed that you couldn’t see it yourself. We wept as we saw you crash and burn, and then watch in awe as you picked yourself up, over and over, and kept going.

Sometimes when one particularly intense game was done, you’d let go of your body and just fade away, so tired and lost. Other times you couldn’t wait to get back in and play another round. Those times when you seemed so lost we dearly wanted to come running, wake you up, and remind you that it was just a game. But you made us promise never to do that. You had picked some very special angels to stay at your side and whisper into your heart, but even they were required to keep their distance.

Ah, dear one, you’ve always been so determined to do it on your own, to prove to yourself that it was possible to forget, get lost, and then find your way out, because you felt that’s how you’d find your answer. Personally, we couldn’t imagine having to forget ourselves. It would hurt too much. But you did, and now you’ve finally remembered – and you DID find the answer! So yeah, we’ve been partying like crazy, celebrating YOU.

But here’s what we really wanted to tell you, so listen very carefully: Now that you have done this, now that you have found your way out, now that you’re really truly conscious creators, WE know it’s possible. You see, we’re really like little kids. We don’t know half of what you know, we haven’t seen one tenth of what you’ve seen, or done even a fragment of what you’ve done. We’ve just been sitting back here waiting while you’ve been LIVING! So now it’s our turn. We’re following in your footsteps, coming up behind you because it’s time for us to grow up too. One by one we’re working up our nerve and diving in.

Time and space – what an incredible creation! As we get closer and peek over the edge, getting ready to take the plunge, we want you to know that your heart is glowing like the brightest beacon we’ve ever seen. Dear Shaumbra, when you cry your tears and sing your song and dance your own life, the rhythm rumbles through the corridors of every realm. And WE are dancing to it now, clapping in celebration for your graduation, bowing in gratitude as you don the crimson robes of victory.

You won – over your doubt, your forgetting, your blindness, and all the other obstacles you set up. You did it, Shaumbra. Can you hear the roar of love as we cheer?

So now, we’ll send YOU the postcards to let you know how we’re doing. We know you won’t come save us, but now, because of you, we know we’ll make it. None of us would be here if not for what you’ve done. None of us would know of life if not for who you are. The universe is lit by the radiance of your hearts.

See you on the other side, dear angel humans. Mission accomplished.