Melding with Angels

September 22, 2025

On this day of the autumnal equinox, balancing the before and the after, I’m considering spiritual words of wisdom, and wondering how genuinely helpful they are. Perhaps—heretical thought—we’re inundated with “truisms” so that we don’t question too deeply.

One such bit of advice is: Don’t tell yourself that if things were different, it would be better. That mindset only leads to dissatisfaction! There’ll always be something you want to change, so you’d only create an endless loop of unfulfillable wishes by wanting things to be better. Instead, if you don’t like something, work upon your acceptance of that which is (especially if it appears immutable). This encourages a more content, less stressed way of being.

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Where is my reduced stress and increased happiness? Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough to accept unacceptable things, like extended “anomalous warm and humid” weather in Santa Barbara. Long-term forecasts show the potential for widespread drought. Nobody in California wants drought, heat, and high fire danger. I doubt that Gaia wants it either. Dark-Hat weather manipulation seems the likely culprit, and “accepting” such purely nasty manipulation is not in my bailiwick.

There’s a lot that I fervently wish to be different, but which appears unchangeable from my perspective. Spiritual wisdom would have me say, Oh well, better to just accept it and go with the flow, no matter how bumpy the ride. 

I’m not sure if I’m progressing in whatever spiritual enlightenment I’m supposedly attaining, or if I’ve plummeted back to the bottom of the ladder. Because I don’t buy that approach. I never really did, but I sometimes gave it lip service. 

I no longer want to give any service to that which feels like a condescending pat. Don’t worry your little head about that, Missy.

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Somewhere in my gripe, there must be a kernel of…acknowledgment? Trust that Spirit doesn’t lie? All those channels can’t be wrong. Acceptance is one of the highest virtues! I imagine its deification is not meant to be condescending, but to help us live more comfortably amid trauma and uncertainty. 

There’s also the possibility that I’m just not astute enough to grasp the perfection of acceptance as a way of life. I lack the imagination or faith of spiritual devotees who take “acceptance is always highly beneficial,” if not as gospel, then as a livable tenet. Perhaps such people wholly trust the source of, and motivation behind, what boils down to “don’t make waves and all will be well.” Perhaps it concurs with their own inner wisdom. More power to them, I say.

But the feisty core of my inner, truthful being pipes up here. Acceptance of all, just because it is as it is, is a virtue we must cultivate…according to whom? According to genuine spiritual masters? Or according to channels who got their wires crossed, who were unknowingly interfered with by the architects of the Matrix?

Somebody wants us compliant, complacent, accepting. 

For our benefit? Or for some other reason? 

I feel like we need to break the spell of the Archons, and any other inimical beings who trowel half-truths and platitudes upon us. Spiritual advice that subtly demands unquestioning acceptance keeps people docile, supporting the rule of the Dark Ones while keeping human magnificence so thoroughly in check, our tarnish runs seven layers deep.

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A well-known prayer says in part, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. Fortunately, the writer continued, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.

It’s a venerable prayer, one that I’ve said countless times, finding cautious comfort in it. But I feel like the wisdom of that prayer is becoming fractured. Aren’t we budding fifth-dimensional manifestors? Aren’t we encouraged to believe we can change anything? 

Granted, given the deep density of our Earth operating system, change is unlikely to show up in a grand flash as we utter the words. But if we track the things we’ve sincerely and consistently endeavored to change, over months and years, we’ll oftentimes find that exactly the shifts we requested – or “something better” – have occurred. If we’d taken the advice of acceptance, languishing in the trough of discomfort (or worse), what would our lives look like now?

We certainly won’t uplevel anything if we believe we should accept “what is” so that our hearts can supposedly be at peace with our circumstances. We end up thinking, Why bother manifesting anything? Why indulge in longing, or reaching toward radiance, elevation, the Fifth Dimension?

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I wonder if there’s a wild rebellion stirring in the collective. Maybe I’m not the only one inwardly chanting, We shall not accept! We shall not settle for less than the best, for anything that falls short of the highest communal vision of what we can be.

Angels on Earth? Radiant beings wearing seven-league boots who can cross worlds and dimensions in a few casual strides?

A budding Angel or galactic explorer isn’t telling itself, It’s useless to wish for better things. I should accept that my wings haven’t shown up. Maybe they’ll never show up. How dare I dream?

I’m going to keep peeking over my shoulder to see if a luminous sparkle of Angel wing has begun to materialize. How does that happen? Do I need to leave this body? Or will this body meld with its Angel-self, fit itself into the welcoming frequency of Higher-Being while still existing here, with two legs and two arms and all that our human Earth suits comprise?

I’ll take Door Number Two, Bob. And I’ll see you on the other side…even though we are all still right here.