53063[ANGEL] 5 Aquarius, The Angels of Redemption and Mercy
- Jan 24, 2013
'Light Blossoms'Cynthia Rose Young Schlosser5 degrees Aquarius
The Angels of Redemption and Mercy
Also known as
The Angels of
We administer Divine Mercy.
It is our assignment to bring pleasantness to the children of God on Earth.
Regardless of the difficulty of karma, of mistakes and negative causes, we find a way to bring mercy that strengthens the legality of harmony.
We represent that aspect of Divine Mercy that allows lessons to be learned, whenever possible, in a pleasant way, thereby adding to the sum joy of the whole and blessing the unified field of all beings.
We teach, through the divine virtues of our name, to follow inner guidance and to create pleasant ways in feelings and sensations to rectify past mistakes.
The Divine Virtue of Harmony is the basis of legality and of justice, of The Law of One, the highest good of all concerned.
When one is harmed, all are harmed. This includes both self-inflicted harm to oneself or harm done to another. It is important that people understand that when harm is inflicted anywhere, self or other, near or far, the whole being of God, the whole Unified Field trembles. Any harm therefore breaks The Law of One, the highest good of all concerned, even karmic-return harm, brought on by past misdeeds, that exists to teach the lessons of harmlessness through reaping the results of cause and effect.
For God is aware of the least sparrow.
It is for this reason that we ameliorate negative karma with Mercy in a way that allows lessons to be learned and suffering to be minimized.
Listen to one of our stories about neutralizing negative karma through pleasantly learning the lessons of harmlessness.
The Street Fighter
Once upon a time, on a damp and gloomy night in London, an angry street fighter stood brooding in rage in the dim glow of a street light, deep in the poorest and oldest part of town.
Restless and homeless, he knew he was waiting for something, but he was not sure what it was. He had a homeless persons instinct, a kind of body feeling, that told him when a change was coming.
From the distance, he heard a girl calling for a lost pet. Soon he saw her wandering up the street, a young pretty innocent creature that seemed oblivious to any danger.
"Easy mark," he smirked as he sized up the situation.
Emilie was gifted, sensitive, and spiritually attuned. She had felt an ominous presence looming long before she saw him. Her inner guidance was strong, however, and her feelings of safety were sure. As she saw him standing there she was shocked at the immensity of his violent aura. She looked at him knowing who and what he was and pretty sure of what he was thinking.
Within her, fear knocked but faith answered.
Praying, she gave thanks to God for His Perfect Love, and felt the presence of Grace come over her and over him as she walked up. Deep in prayer, she heard herself asking him out loud, "I am looking for my dog Puffie. He is part yellow retriever with soft long hair. Have you seen him?"
He cringed at her trusting and friendly manner in disbelief.
Everyone was supposed to be afraid of him.
Shocked by her utter casualness, he was caught completely off guard.
For a brief moment, all of his dark plans escaped him and he felt naked and speechless.
Not knowing what to say, he paused; should he even answer her question?
In that eternal moment, Emilie quietly continued to trust God and affirm her oneness with all creation and to ask for the highest good of all concerned to happen.
Her inner guidance gave her this prayer, "I ask that this mans Christ Conscious Self from higher realms travel in consciousness to his personality now. I ask that his Divine Self enter into his body to heal, forgive and enlighten him."
She saw and felt The Pentecost coming upon them both. A loving powerful radiant presence of light descended around and through them.
Surrounded by angels and burning with spiritual fire, the homeless man closed his eyes and felt his heart explode in pain.
He remembered years ago when his Mother had last spoken to him in trust. It was in the same tone of voice that the young girl had just spoken.
He swayed and nearly lost his balance. The memory of his Mothers love engulfed him in rivers of wonderful flowing feelings.
Oh, his beloved wonderful Mother!
Oh, how she had loved him and given him confidence.
Then he remembered and relived her tragic death. It was a terrible night. He was eight years old when he watched his father kill her in an alcoholic rage.
That was the night when his heart locked down and he lost contact with his soul.
As he struggled with the memory, his tough psychological armor, toughened with many more years of shock and abuse, ripped open and split asunder.
He lost control.
Emilie watched as the power of Gods Love transformed the man under the street light in the falling rain.
She had felt such screams of a wounded heart before. She knew that a heart will cry as it remembers the time of a grave emotional wounding.
She had also seen the power of Grace and Mercy to heal it.
Tsunami waves of anger, fear, suffering, hopelessness and sadness crashed through and through him. He glanced at the girl through racking sobs and blinding tears.
Yes, something inside her had been expecting this.
Emilie sat down on the curb and pulled him by the hand to sit down with her.
He put his dirty shaven head on her shoulder, his tears mixing with the rain.
Her eyes closed, her arm around his shoulder, she visualized a glorious ending to all of this, a beautiful final outcome. She envisioned this man healed and radiant with joy and wisdom.
Holding him more tightly, she turned to look at him. The power of The Holy Spirit was washing through him. She gave silent thanks with beaming eyes of joy.
As he cried, held back tears of many years were released, sending waves of relief through his body.
The heaving sobs went on and on and on.
Eternity opened within him.
He kept on sobbing, more quietly now, tears of relief.
Emilie flashed back on her past and began to muse.
Over her years of living in poverty, in the dangerous inner city jungle, she had learned to ask God to call in His perfect divine blueprint, the blueprint of peoples Divine Selves. She had been amazed at the results and gained confidence in Gods reliable response.
When she calls, did the Divine Self come from the future back into the past, she wondered? Or from the past when the soul was first created into the future? Or did the Divine Self of a person just come down from Heavenly realms? Or all three?
She was not sure, but she did know that a persons higher self always came when she asked for it.
And it always worked in mysterious ways.
She remembered having a feeling from the very beginning, when Puffie mysteriously bolted, that she was on another mission of Divine Providence.
These divine missions had happened often to her, and in unexpected ways, ever since she was a little girl. That was how she had intuitively learned the power of calling in a persons Higher Self.
She had always kept this to herself. She had been glad that her parents had not had the worry of knowing about the dangerous and questionable people that she had met and prayed for over the years, using this technique.
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