Introduction to Bethel’s Crystal Corridor of Light.
Words have always been important to me, beginning in my school years. Writing an essay was far more interesting and rewarding than trying to solve a math problem.
I love the way words can be put together to make sense of something; they are magical and powerful. The “power of the pen” should never be discounted. Short stories, blogs, and essays are easy to write—but a book? That’s a very different endeavor.
I never consciously aspired to write a book. However, one bright and beautiful day, I realized that writing a book, this book, was part of my life plan. And so, here I am.
The path to enlightenment has taken me through many years and countless experiences, and those wonderful, rich experiences are contained within this book to assist other Seekers on their path of adventure. The love and commitment I feel for this planet and humanity is deep and enduring, which is why I am putting these words together now. I am in service to the Mother, to those souls who are struggling with their own journey, to humanity and beyond.
When I first learned that writing was a huge part of my mission, I was stunned. What did I know about writ- ing a book? I was advised to “come from the heart.” So I did, so I am, and so I will continue to do so.
I was born near the end of WWII and spent my childhood and teenage years in a remote area of the province of Saskatchewan, Canada. Our family was not rich in money, but we had much more than material things. We had safety, security, and love from parents and siblings. Healthy, wholesome food was plentiful, and we relished the simplicity of life in those long-ago days.
During childhood, we were gifted with the wonderful phenomena of nature, partly due to the abundance of natural beauty surrounding us. It was not unusual to witness the splendor of the aurora borealis as the blue, green and crimson lights danced across the indigo sky. (1)
There were times when Dad would call us to come and watch from a safe vantage point as storm clouds billowed and swirled in the distance. Perhaps he would show us a particular spring waterfall or bird’s nest that we were told not to interfere with. Nature was a learning paradise and ever present.
We grew up listening to the whisper of the wind as it blew through the top branches of the mighty pine trees that were so plentiful in our area. We huddled down in bed, pulled our blankets closer around us, and listened to the eerie howl of the timber wolf as it called to its mate on a moonlit night.
Running barefoot in the yard in summer, maybe chasing the chickens when Mom wasn’t looking, creating our own fun, and being inventive with toys, since store-bought ones were nonexistent, were all part of daily life. The great outdoors was our playground, and running unfettered, free, innocent, and feeling at one with nature was our life.
When autumn arrived, we enjoyed the abundance of the vegetable garden, the exciting times of grain har- vesting, and the generous Thanksgiving meals and family gatherings.
Winters were harsh in that area of the world, so we settled indoors, enjoyed the warmth of a woodstove and heater, and made our own entertainment by playing card games as a family and listening to my father play his vio- lin. Occasionally while he played, my mother would teach us the rudiments of old-time dance steps.
We made good use of what we had to play with during the winter—snow and lots of it. Snow tunnels, sledding, ice-skating, and more family gatherings.
Springtime brought new growth, new challenges, and more work. Life was simple but not very easy, and the demands were often strenuous and involved a lot of hard work for everyone, for it meant our very survival. We learned that if we wanted to eat, we had to work, from weeding the large garden to walking for hours in search of a few wild berries for Mom to preserve in jars for the next winter.
My life learning began early. I learned that when times are challenging, it is best to work together as a family toward the greater good of all. Although humble, life was rich in what truly mattered: love, safety, and good health.
One day while outdoors playing in the woods, I saw something flitting from tree to tree. It presented itself as a dense shadow, dark gray, adult-sized, but indistinct. I watched it curiously, wondering what it was that I was seeing. I’ll ask Mom, I thought. Mom knows everything.
Well, my mom was a very busy farm lady, too busy to listen to the prattle of what she assumed was a child’s imagination, and she told me to run and play. I did what she said, but I never forgot what I saw that lovely, sunny, summer day so long ago.
Many years later, I learned that dense shadow was my very own guardian angel, and the experience of the moment was planned preincarnate. I also learned that Spirit has countless ways to get our attention and communicate with us.
(Concluded in Part 2, tomorrow.)
(1) Michael created the Aurora Borealis:
Stephen Cook: Now, we were just talking about moments in time. The other week on An Hour with an Angel you mentioned to Geoffrey West, who was hosting that week, that you created the Aurora Borealis. And what I’d like to know is, firstly, how you did it and why you did it.
Archangel Michael: I did it for fun. You’ve heard of fun?
SC: Yes. [laughing] And so have you!
AAM: You know, I love to play! That is why I love to gallop around the universe with my galactic friends. I love to play! Now, let me tell you, at heart I am an artist and a musician. And in concert with Gaia — because I would never do anything that was not in agreement with her — we wanted to pretty up things!
And what is more beautiful than painting with light? And having the painting constantly change and challenge and morph? It is a visual. It is your earliest movie. And it is your earliest light movie. So that you could look at it and say, “Look how the energy can morph and transform! This is the coolest planet to be on! This is the best place in the universe to hang out. Look at this beauty! I will never hurt her, or maybe she’ll stop the show.”
So I did it as a gift to humans, but also to Gaia. Not that she is not magnificent enough, but her field is quite magnificent, you know. And it is radiant. But there are times when you want just a little more. And so I painted it for her.
I added a little color to the Grand Canyon as well. (“Transcript: Archangel Michael – The Light Agenda, December 19 2012, Final Episode,” Dec. 20, 2012, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2012/12/20/transcript-archangel-michael-the-light-agenda-december-19-2012-final-episode/.)