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Angels Amongst Us

Earthly beings are thought to be Angels among us. How do I know about this? Our Grossmama Lapse A very gifted individual. Her Thoughts about them are spoken from Earth. Sparkling eyes look about several at a time. In-flight behind gleaming eyes wings a large wing span.
When at first come across Angel's eyes, you instantly step back to get a better look to undertake it all. I mean really this is something you are not able to comprehend or understand
When you do.
They fly at at glance sideways, then straightforward in flight. Big cerebrum gray eyes, and lashes blink at you. All the while reading your spirit. All the while visiting to figure out what God sees you need from prayers prayed during prayer hour. Definitely, a change coming down to earth helping restore laughter, fair share of others, whimsical, the marriage of opposite which are good. Male to female.
Every kind of Angel became available to observe if you were a writer of Angels living in higher realms of powers of the influential structure of laws of karma. Each realm one enters gives us pleasure in receiving the gift experience at the level reached by your good deeds on the earthly plane.
You see as we live each day a natural auric counter of reflection worn around your head's heavenly armor which calculates by karmic law your life's achievements. Naturally one can be in heavenly comfort daily. Winding down realms or satires leading to different trails. Leading to your door at the time of your crisis, good luck, married, having children. Death of loved ones, and trials of nature.
     Gathering together to preach out in the open, in schools, public affairs. We have prayed for this for so long to bring prayer back to us and not the atheist.
      The earth's core has changed going backwards. Still going fast yet has slowed down a bit. Reflection a day may last longer. Indeed, a sense of a new earth has revolved back to us again.
      What will it bring? Only time knows except scholars from God say happier, more prosperous times again. With heaven part of earth and Angels so close to earth living upon it
Unknown to anyone they are here except a pattern of good a soft touch on your hand from
Someone unknown.
      Finding a feather-specific white, to a penny from heaven. A soul departed from us special to my heart whispered in the wind. Something prayed so long appeared and mine.
     The slumber of things from past life appears again. Many times over the cell survived repeating in a certain particular Prairie grass found once more, a cow mutates back around again. One which has fluffy curly fur.
       An old way of farming was brought back and used for efficiency. Using irrigation, and windmills made larger than life. Instead of wooden ones from the past. Thankful for the farmers so intrigued by the plow planting seed.
Always able to recognize Angels singing in a choir from heaven. A high-pitched sound like unforgettable. In high-pitched sounds brought together out of love of one's soul. Deities are made from a collection of bronze and bone.
Cerebim and cherubim all together sing away from beginning to end in very high octaves. Recognized from the beginning of time. Heaven always existed to calm, be at peace, birthing souls to enter bodies on earth.
Often times the soul-picking its parents ahead of time. Waiting for a perfect chance to come down to earth being born to live a long life. Intended to be recognized as part of a family last name. Carried over from cells prior from death to heaven.
        Death us do part, our Mother thought as the priest married her and Daddy. Only to find it went quickly being happily married. And biological and adopted alike stay in cell formation. Its a sign of love to each other.
     The family crest is set on each person's cell grouping, directing them to be able to get the parents through the seroget mother. Opting to live as the adoptive parent's true one to the child.
     Finding Angels hidden among us isn't easy. First off it's almost like goodwill hunting. For certain you may be approached by an Angel and realize after you're done talking and say I think I was talking to an Angel. So it seemed.
     Hither, tither, among the trees as they etch themselves in among the leaves, branches, and twigs. Kneeling, standing wings drawn into their sides. I look forward to seeing them hiding. As my eyes trace them here, there, everywhere.
      There is a ball of bright light, sometimes known to follow the ancient Angel. Sure enough, its soul generates by its side, appearing almost Angelic-like. To take part in their spirit self to display for those who have been working on spiritual consciousness.
     Being a relationship between Them and God. A true religion of sorts meant to labor us into a gifted soul of light. Where it started in the first place. Let it be a niche,
      In a cataclysmic force, as God made clear with his wife was able to become a force of significance and essence of pureness, to unfold in the heavens. For reality has concurred great things among us.
      This Angel takes on a liking to any human being. Replicating as if it was meant to be here always. Much to everyone's surprise the id and ego arrive at the cataclysmic union of the soul with wings.
     Often than not it will never be a human, born to be Angelic form forever. Likewise, Guard God and Jesus.
     Another level of Angels meant only to be your Guardian Angel from birth. That's right to honor rule and guide Amen.
    We will need to be in promising, vowing, to pray and adore to thee continuously forever. For that's why Heaven Angels are ongoing, never ending, with no-stop to it and undivided attention going on all the time always.