Radio Angel
Comms with the angelic realm
If it was good enough for John Dee,
it’s good enough for me.
Time to tune into the angels.
Flick the transceiver to plasma.
Static.
Zone out.
I’m parked up on a lane in Suffolk,
about five miles out of Bury St Edmunds.
Sun shining.
Birds singing.
Crackling of radio static.
Now taking on form.
Drifting into the soporific slumber of vision.
Strange orbs and flashing lights.
An ancient voice flickers through the static.
This discarnate voice speaks:
Man standeth, one foot in the materium. The other in the noetic, or spiritual as mid-worlders say.
You stand at the boundary place, the middle-realm. The time cometh for some of you to take a step further into the noetic. To traverse intentionally between both realms. To mingle with angels and yet still bathe in the earth and clay.
We are formed of immaterial fire, incorporeal compared to mid-worlders. We have less density. We reveal ourselves to you in forms that you can comprehend. We stand outside your temporal streams and thus are eternal. Accordingly we have no need to marriage.
Like you we have free will. But that is a matter of habit according to the choices one makes. For us it is the first choice that determines us.
We can be in one place and two or more places at the same time.
Our message is to walk between the worlds. The time is nigh to traverse the moonbeam roads, while keeping one foot in earth and clay.
The static of the transceiver subsides.
I start to come round.
The sun has sunk low in the western sky.
Now a slight chill in the air.
Back to the materium.
Time to head home.