ANGELS ON THE CEILING
When I was thirteen-years-old, I awoke to the one of the most awesome apparitions I’d ever encountered in my short life span. There were two beautiful angels floating above me, just below the ceiling. They were both very interested in me going someplace with them. One offered me (what seemed to me) anything I desired in the world. Riches beyond belief and every material “thing” I’d ever dreamed about. The other angel offered me nothing but love and his compassion. I remember I kept waiting for him to offer more, but he didn’t.
Then it came time to choose between the two. Which one would I choose to follow? Which potential would I follow? Again the one angel offered me riches beyond anything I could imagine, while the other offered me love, wholeness, and compassion. I’ve got to say at this point, I didn’t choose either one of them. Not because I had made up my mind, but because my mother returned from work at 1 a.m. and interrupted my strange visitation. She walked into the living room where I was sitting wide-awake, staring at the ceiling in awe. I turned to her and said, “Hey, can you see the angels? They want me to choose one of them to follow.” She looked at me as if I’d lost my mind, shaking her head in wonder and dismay at my insistence that the angels are “right there”. I got agitated and yelled, “Look, look! They’re right there!” (pointing at the ceiling in frustration). She looked up at the ceiling and in her practical no-nonsense way said, “I don’t see any angels. Now, go to bed.”
I saw angels while I was wide-awake with my mom in the room, and I’ve never gotten over it. They seemed to fade slowly from the ceiling, but not before I glimpsed each of their faces once again. Before I forgot, I wrote a poem about the experience the next morning. My mother still . . . to this day . . . shares the story with friends and family about my angels on the ceiling experience. Here are the words written while the experience moved me to write the feelings down. . .
In a deep and restless sleep
an image took its form
Two angels clothed in pulsing light
appeared from a cosmic storm
Above my head they soared in flight
I read their every thought
One was Temptation, the other Love
I was the prize they sought
Anyone else ever had a visitation by angels offering you the power to choose your path in life? I’d love to hear about the experience if you did.