And may the sea of greatness press against my willingness to surrender...
Angela’s relationship with God has been a sacred one. At the age of 8 she experienced a miracle. On a sunny afternoon, to show God exists to her best friend, Angela asked God to make it rain. As soon as she had finished her request, the rain came flooding down from the blue sky. When Angela asked God to stop the rain, it completely stopped. She would again experience this power of oneness later in life. It was later in life that the word of God began to unfold in her. In meditation, When Angela asked how she could serve God she received a vision of a female Christ. Unaware of its full meaning, she painted this vision. To follow, she painted another vision from her aboriginal ancestors. These ancestral spirits laid down a baby, wrapped in a dove, on ceremonial blankets in front of Angela. The ancestors spoke and asked if she would do this for them. Angela said yes to their request, again not fully aware of what was being asked of her. It was after she completed both art pieces, she began to experience her own crucifixion, metaphorically. Her world as she understood it started to 'die' away. She recalls this as being one of the most painful events of her life. "There was so much grief and darkness at that time." What followed after this symbolic death was a rebirth. Angela’s deceased uncle, who she had never met, stood before her. This uncle died as a young man, a year before she was born. He was holding a baby wrapped in the color of dawn. He was smiling and pointing at Angela and pointing at the baby. “This is you.” He told her.
Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ John 3:5-7
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 2 Corinthians 5:17
The bible has become a living document for Angela. Many of its stories are unfolding metaphorically and with synchronicity within her world. Noah’s Ark, Moses’ Birth, Exodus and the Burning Bush are to name a few. Angela experiences of the scriptures unfolding within is not a new concept. The mystic, Neville Goddard has experienced and lectured on such an event. Angela has come to understand that the stories unfold according to your uniqueness because God awakens in you. The Christ is in you. You are the word that is made real.
Many of these stories can be found in Angela’s poetry. One of Angela’s favorite poets, that she feels may have experienced this same phenomenon, is Kahlil Gibran. It is his works that is inspiring her to write her own poetry book. Angela is in continual awe in her awakened state. She confesses that her life can still have very painful times, but now she is aware that such times have purpose and meaning. This higher perception makes all the difference for Angela. For she has become deeply passionate towards all people and made the world her home.
Today, Angela continues to live her life in this unfolding way. As she lives the stories she shares the stories, hoping to awaken others by the light of Christ that is in all of us. She does this as a teacher, poet, artist, healer and child of God.
"According to the Scriptures, we sleep with Adam and wake with Christ. That is, we sleep collectively and wake individually." Neville Goddard
The Christ in Me
He walks towards me on a dirt road.
A road that loses itself in his footsteps and I in his eyes.
He unfolds in me.
In that moment before moments, he unfolds in me.
It is with this desire to seek self in all,
I am truly opened.
I am revealed for the first time.
For the first time I am fully seen and I am in him, as he is in me.
With new eyes, I behold his light.
And the 'sun' among 'suns' releases my mind, flooding my heart and soul.
I am baptised.
And my desert is no desert, but a container for which this ocean was destined.
My reach to taste the bread and drink the wine,
Sets free a thousand ships towards one star.
And there is no other way, but this way.
The same cloth that wrapped his death is the same cloth that waves to the stars as I sail.
With these wings I surrender in my own silence, which too has a song.
A song that sings its faith to another shore.
As sure as the tide that feeds the living,
We learn through each other as he unfolds in us.
And there is no other way.
Aguenus, November, 2014
ONE WHO KNOWS
When I asked God, "How Do I Serve You?" This was the vision I recieved.
One Who Knows
Child of God.
Daughter of the Earth.
You have moved silently among us.
Your song is the voice of many.
To hear you sing is to listen to life.
The heartbeat of the people is your rhythmn.
Reaching for heaven,
You allow the earth to pull you near.
Bringing life to stillness and peace to choas,
We are forever changed.
Your sacrafice was to learn among us.
To walk our walk.
To cry our tears.
To hold our joys.
It is through this embrace,
That two worlds are met,
And the power of one,
Is the strength of many.
Aguenus, December 20 2009
Note: I sign my art work Aguenus. This was the name given to me when I asked the universe, Who Am I? I have since learned that it means water and earth. Therefore, my gift is to bring the reflection of heaven to the earth. My paintings and poetry are a reflection of our Godly essence.
We are never too far behind ourselves,
From who we are...from who we are becoming.
It is our inheritance.