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Angels and Oracles
by Tim ThompsonAngels - the word brings visions of beautiful winged beings floating and soaring between earth and the heavens. Angels have been with us as long as religion. Most modern religions mention them in one form or another, and their popularity is greater than ever. We see them in art, read about them in literature and hear about them in music. In the middle ages, theologians and philosophers spent years trying to figure out how many angels could fit on the head of a pin. One has to wonder, why? They are fascinating beings who somehow bridge the world of the spirit and the physical world, being a little bit of both. They have the aura of the miraculous. What are they, are they male or female or both or neither? Are they young or old, childlike or adult? There are Archangels-- Michael with his sword and Gabriel and his trumpet, Seraphim and Cherubim-- cupid is often depicted as an Angel with his arrows of love.
The word - Angel - means messenger, and it is a part of our language. We use it all the time. How many times have you heard the sentence: "You're an angel."? In show business, an "angel" is someone who finds the money to back a show, and often show biz folks will say "We need to find an angel." There are guardian angels, messenger angels, and of course, the famous "Angel of Death". They are spiritual guardians and spiritual guides, dispensers of wisdom and protectors.
They seem to come in many forms, both supernatural and natural. People sometimes refer to each other as angels or even to their pets as angels. One popular saying among cat lovers is that cats are angels with fur for wings. They have been the subject of movies and TV shows, depicted anywhere from gentle guides to warriors in the endless battle between good and evil.
And then there are Oracles, mysterious people who seem to "know" something. Oracles are spoken of in our modern language, but far less so than the angels. Their role has been switched to that of "seer" or clairvoyant, someone who somehow knows something, speaks in riddles, yet dispenses wisdom. And there are Oracular systems, cards and crystals that help us see when we feel blinded or confused. Oracles can also be voices in our heads. Where there is an Oracle, an Angel is somewhere nearby. Oracles live a lot in dreams and use dreams as powerful guides and messengers.
I think Angels and Oracles come in many forms and we all get to "play" them many times in our lives. The stranger who appears on the dark and lonely road when your car has broken down, the passer-by who gives a direction when you are lost, the man or woman who appears at just the right moment when you are in need, and then is gone, never to be seen or heard from again-- these are angels and oracles of a sort.
I will tell in this article of two experiences with Angels and Oracles. Perhaps they will inspire you, or act as food for thought. Two experiences in my life stand out among many I have had and clearly indicate to me that I am not alone on this journey of life-- help is never far away.
The Confused Dream Warrior
Many years ago, I worked in an Advertising firm and had made friends with the receptionist, Carol. She had a great sense of humor and we enjoyed little pun fests and jokes together. It was a temporary job for me, so when it was over, I went along my way, never expecting to see her, or anyone else from the firm again. I was going back to school to pursue a Master's Degree.
It was during this time in school that it happened. One morning, I awoke quite suddenly from a dream with a tremendous feeling of danger and risk of a break-in to my apartment. The feeling was chilling, and although nothing had happened, I felt I had received some type of message, a warning. During the day, I could not shake the feeling and decided I should get an alarm system for the front door. I vaguely remembered seeing such a device at a local department store in the downtown area of my city. So, that evening, after work, on a bright and beautiful spring day, I went looking for the alarm system.
When I got to the department store, I discovered that the section where they were selling the alarm system was being changed to something else, and the alarm system was no longer available. I asked where I might find it elsewhere, and one person, a complete stranger who was also shopping, suggested a hardware store nearby. I left, intending to go to that store, but something distracted me and I wandered about the rest of the store looking at other items. I found two business suits on sale at an incredibly low price, so I bought them. I went on my way with my purchases, now tired and intending to return home. I had to cross a large city plaza , and I knew that if I took a left turn, I could try the hardware store mentioned by the stranger in the store. But I was tired and simply wanted to go home and relax.
A discussion seemed to take place in my mind, and some "voice" kept saying "Oh, go on to the hardware store, you're so close." I argued with myself that I was tired and the "voice" argued, "You'll be glad you did try the store, really." and so on. People argue with themselves all the time. I'm no different. Only, as it turned out, I wasn't arguing with myself, I was getting a message.
I reluctantly gave in, and said to myself "I bet they don't have the alarm system, this is a waste of time!" As I turned left, I noticed that the plaza was almost entirely deserted, which was rather odd, as it was a type of crossroads in the middle of the city. I proceeded on my way when I saw someone in the distance jumping up and down, waving. I looked around, but I was the only one in the place that I could see. So, feeling like an idiot, I waved back, and for some reason hurried my step. I could not make out who the person was, only that it was a woman and she seemed very excited.
As I got closer and closer, I saw it was-- Carol-- the receptionist I knew years earlier. She was bouncing up and down, motioning me to hurry. I thought it odd, but Carol was full of fun. So I hurried along and when I got to her side, she shouted "Honey, where have you been! I've been waiting here for hours!" kissed and embraced me, practically strangling me and then whispered quickly in my ear "Play along with me, please don't question. You're my husband."
I knew Carol as being a "wise guy" and assumed this was some sort of prank or joke, but I went along, totally confused and played my part. I said in a loud voice, "Sweetie, I thought we were going to meet over there. I went shopping, want to see what I bought?" and whispered in her ear, "What is going on!?" She replied, "Don't turn around, but there is a man in a white suit who has been stalking me all day!"
I was so shocked that I had to turn, and there I saw, not far off, a giant of a man, very athletically built in a pristine white suit watching us, but not moving. I think he was suddenly as confused as I. I said in a loud voice, "Is this the man?" and took a step towards him while Carol tried to stop me. He looked absolutely terrified and turned on his heel and hurried away. I was going to pursue him, but Carol pulled me back. I was amazed, the man was much bigger than I was and apparently, I had scared him off. I never thought of myself as being intimidating to anyone.
In a moment, he was gone and Carol broke down in sobs, clutching me. "Oh, thank God, thank God. You're an angel! How did you know, how did you KNOW?"
I was completely confused, and we found a place to sit down while Carol explained. The stranger in the white suit had accosted her early that morning on the trolley. She got off and hurried to work, he pursued. At work she phoned the police and they came to check, but he was gone. Then, when she went to lunch with some coworkers, he appeared again and followed. Again she called the police and again, the man eluded them. When the work day was over, she decided not to take the trolley but to walk in crowded places to go home. Everyone from work had already left, so she was alone. At first she didn't see him, but then, suddenly, he appeared behind her and followed her. She wound up in the almost deserted plaza when he caught up with her, grabbing her arm and saying "You are coming with me!". She screamed and was running away when she turned and saw me in the distance. As she described it, "..although you were far away, I could clearly see it was you and I waved to you. Oh my God, you have no idea what I was going through. I was desperately praying to God to send someone to help me!"
"And God sent me?" I replied, "Where are the police, this place is usually crawling with them!" It was very strange that the plaza, so popular a place, was so deserted. I asked Carol if she wanted to find a police station and file a report, this was very serious. She was too scared and shaken, she just wanted to go home. I offered to accompany her, but she said no, she would take a taxi. Then she asked me what I was doing there, and I told her about my dream and the quest for the alarm system and the suits. She had to laugh. "Only you would find two three piece suits at such a bargain price-- and in that store, of all places!"
We were right across the street from the hardware store that had originally been my goal. She said, "Let's go there, in case that creep is lurking somewhere in the shadows."
So we went to the hardware store, and as I expected, they did not have the alarm system, in fact, they had no idea what I was talking about. We lingered in the store until closing, just in case, and then left. The street was clear, and again, I offered to take Carol home. But she said she was fine now, and would take a taxi home, and to work the next day to be safe. She didn't want to go get a drink or anything, just go on home and, she said "Stop by the church on the corner and offer a prayer of thanks. I feel a renewal of faith!" Her last words to me were "You have no idea what a miraculous angel you are! I was so terrified and I prayed for a miracle. Then you showed up with your strange bargain suits."
I saw her safely to a taxi and she rode off into the sunset. I never saw or heard from Carol again. No one ever broke into my apartment and I never again felt in danger.
And as to the suits, here's the kicker.
The next day, I told a friend at work about my adventure. He was interested in the bargain priced suits and we went that evening back to the department store so he could get one. When we got to the clothing department, there were no suits. The rack was filled with causal clothes, sweatshirts and pants and so on. My friend was skeptical of me, and I said, "I swear I got the suits here, from this rack, yesterday!" He said "Oh, I believe you, I guess." I went to the counter and asked the sales clerk about the suits, where they had moved them.
She replied, "We don't sell suits here. We carry casual clothes." I protested, "I bought two three piece suits here yesterday, look, I have my receipt." and I showed it to her. She replied, "This is no good, all it says is 'clothing', nothing about suits. And I have worked here for three years. We have never carried three piece suits! You must be confused." I was stunned, and simply told my friend "They must be sold out".
The suits fit me like a glove, and I wore one to my dissertation of my Masters Thesis. I won and got my degree that June. I wound up working for the college as a teacher of computer science.
One day, I was walking to work, again on a bright spring day, when I came across a homeless man lying against a building. He called out to me "Hey, professor, nice suit!" He was down and out, scruffy, yet oddly had a type of glow about him. He was, under all the dishevelment, even handsome.
I said, "Thank you. Why did you call me professor?"
"You're a teacher, anyone can see that! And I bet you're a good one." He replied. Then he asked me if I had any money for him.
"Sure," I said absently, and reached into my wallet. I remembered filling it with three dollars for lunch (teacher's budget) and I meant to give him a dollar. When I looked in the wallet, there were three ten dollar bills. So I placed a ten dollar bill in his hand. I will never forget the feel of his hand, it was other-worldly. Never have I felt the touch of a human being, let alone another male, as gentle and soft. It was more like the profound touch of a baby reaching out to the world.
His eyes sparkled and he said "Thank you. You have no idea what this means!"
I smiled as I replied, "Well, I'm often confused." and left. He called after me "Tell your boss to give you a raise."
I turned and laughed "Yeah, right!" then went on my way. My boss was notoriously frugal, I was lucky to be getting the salary I had.
As I reached the corner, I turned to look again at the strange man. He was gone. I never saw him again.
That afternoon I had a conference with my boss over a syllabus, and he spoke of salary. I suddenly blurted out "You should give me a raise."
He looked rather stunned, and said "How much do you want?"
Now I was stunned, and I said "Ten dollars."
He replied with almost no interest, "Okay."
Eventually, I gained weight (as happens) and the suit no longer fit. I gave it to a Good Will store, perhaps I was able to pass the magic along. But the greatest magic of all was my memory and feelings.
For whatever reason, I had been chosen to play the role of an Angel, I had saved someone's life without planning or knowing what I was doing. God works in mysterious ways, especially if He chose me as an agent! Yet it is a wonderful feeling to think that "everyone counts", even "the least of these," which I often felt myself to be.
The Oracular Advice from a Dream
I had a cat, Clyde Big Paws, star of ClydeSight2.0!, the world famous award winning Web site. I created it around Clyde because I loved him so very much.
How I "got" Clyde was rather unusual.
I had been taking a class in Shamanism with my friend, Linda. As were were coming home from class one day, she asked me if I wanted a cat. She had come into a situation where she was trying to find homes for seven abandoned animals. At the time, I lived in an apartment which did not allow pets, and told her so. Yet I added, "But if I did get a cat, my ideal cat would be a double paw male tiger tabby with golden eyes." Linda was a bit irritated and said "Come on, where am I supposed to find a cat like that!" I answered, "I didn't mean you had to have one, I can't have a cat anyway. I was just saying what my ideal cat would be like." She answered, "Yeah, and I've been looking for Prince Charming all my life. Never found him!"
We let the matter go until a few weeks later when I was visiting her home for a Shamanism project. I asked if I could visit the cats. She had them in one room of her condo and said "Sure".
I went into the room and was immediately set upon by six very affectionate animals, all wanting attention and pats and rubs. What sweet animals they were! Then, I saw in the corner of the room, a kitten lounging on top of a TV box. He was a tiger tabby cat, with double paws, and when I looked into his face, I saw he had golden eyes.
I immediately asked Linda about him. She said, "Oh, that's just Clyde. He's the most laid back cat I've ever seen."
"But Linda, he's the cat I was talking about in the car!"
She shrugged it off, especially since I could not have a cat.
I wound up talking my landlord into letting me have Clyde, and he became a part of my life. We were "best buddies" for seven years, and he was a "miracle cat", opening doors of opportunity for me just at the mention of his name. Then, suddenly, he contracted kidney failure and within a week, he died. I was devastated and heartbroken. The event was traumatic and wounded my spirit tremendously.
After that experience, I vowed I would not have another cat (although now I had my own home and could have a pile of them if I wanted!), for I would never again go through such pain as I did at Clyde's passing. At first, this seemed just fine, and I spent many lonely hours, days, weeks. The memory of Clyde never faded, and often, I saw his "ghost". little shadows of him dashing by from the corner of my eye. These passed and things seem to quiet down until about 9 months later.
For some reason I cannot explain, the cable TV was running a marathon of shows about domestic cats. It seemed like every channel was running a cat themed program. I would quickly turn the channel, only to find another cat show. I wondered "What is going on here? I am NOT getting another cat!" I almost gave up watching TV! Then, as suddenly as the shows appeared, they stopped. And things seemed to be back to normal.
A colleague at work had gotten a calendar from a local pet shelter featuring cats. The picture of the month was a beautiful tiger tabby with white chest and paws. I was really taken by that picture and thought it was a beautiful cat, I'd love to have a cat like that.. I caught myself at the thought and determined "NO CATS!" But I knew, something was up.
Finally, on a Monday morning, I was suddenly awakened by a voice. I live alone, and the TV and radio were off. Yet I heard the voice very clearly. It said only two words: "It's time."
I was shaken by the experience and as I prepared for work, I knew what it meant. My mind was flooded with thoughts of cats. I wanted to resist, I wanted to refuse, to master my determination. I had no will to do so anymore. I had been given a command I could not resist.
So I began to look for shelters and cats. That evening, I got in contact with the Melrose Humane Society. I told the kind women, Claire and Rosanne, my sad tale of Clyde. It turned out that they had two tiger tabby kittens, Gertrude and Eddie, siblings, with white chests and paws that they wanted to keep together in an adopted home. They were concerned because they had someone interested in one of them, but would not take both, and they felt the two should stay together. They were concerned that they'd have to break the team up-- an adoption is an adoption. Until I came along. I said I would take them both, but ONLY if they asked me to-- the cats, not Claire or Rosanne. They laughed "You ARE a cat person!"
So I went to visit the kittens. As Claire got the adoption papers, Gertrude climbed into my lap and purred herself into a stupor, while Eddie crawled and wriggled himself behind me under my rain coat and purred "where the sun don't shine."
Gertrude and Eddie came to stay and have been the new masters of ClydeSight. I often thought of them as angels with fur for wings. Gertrude grew up into a beautiful lady cat who looked exactly like the cat in the calendar picture.
I was so impressed with Melrose Humane Society that I created a Web site and maintain it for them for free, and thanks to the Web site, we have found homes for hundreds of cats. I made friends at the Society and it changed my life and continues to do so, for eight years and counting.
Angels Among Us
We never know what life has in store, or where our next opportunity will arise. Often, when things seem darkest, a ray of light and hope will shine. When we are in danger, a champion appears to save the day. Sometimes, we get to be that champion!
I have learned many things in my life and of all the lessons, the most dear are these:
Always listen to the still small voice.
Do what the voice tells you.
We have many blessings in our lives, good friends, loving families, good jobs and so on. And among the blessings is something truly special. At times, we will be called upon to act when it makes no sense to do so. We will be asked to do the craziest thing that makes no sense. The still small voice will speak, and if we listen and comply, we become part of a miracle that changes another's life, and sometimes our own.
We all get to come to the table of the feast of life, and we all get to "partner" with the divine. God works in mysterious ways. Being open to mystery sometimes gets us a little job, and the outcome is amazing for everyone concerned, for God is generous. But most of all is the wonderful feeling of being a part of something so vastly beyond knowing, something that says "You have a place and a purpose." Nothing can match that. It's a miracle.
Angels and Oracles abound.
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