Guided Meditation: The Pattern of Angels
“Sometimes the most meaningful journeys of your life are taken while being absolutely still.”
There are magical places that exist within each one of us, inside our minds, hearts, and souls. By visiting these places, we can tap into the infinite and bring peace and abundance into our lives.
Each journey will be unique, as we are unique, so you may want to have a notebook and pen nearby to record your experience afterward. You may choose to have another person read the meditation to you so you may experience it more fully.
Find a comfortable place, close your eyes, open your mind, and prepare yourself to travel within.
Let’s walk together and truly look at the people surrounding us. The media and our culture seem to spend so much time dwelling on the negative in the people every day that sometimes we forget the goodness they all around us are capable of.
So let’s focus this week on honoring the goodness in them and forgiving their imperfections. In the end, that is the only way we can truly honor and forgive ourselves as well.
You are in a familiar town, sitting at a bus stop. You aren’t waiting for a bus. You aren’t on your way to anywhere … for now. You are taking a respite from your inner journey to reconnect with the world that constantly whirs around you.
You’re just watching …
What you see dismays you. People don’t seem to respect each other much at all. They don’t seem to care about each other. They honk at each other, and run lights, and don’t seem to care who they may hurt.
This makes you sad … and a little angry. You don’t want to look anymore. You want to walk away.
Don’t give up yet, though. Look closer. Tilt your head at another angle.
You take a deep breath … and then you really begin to see.
Each person has an angel fluttering beside them. Some angels are pure white, some brightly colored, some appear as solid as reality, while others appear little more than transparent wisps.
These angels are talking to their people, whispering in their ears, their expressions that of perfect patience and perfect love.
No person before you walks alone. Each one of them has an angel as a guide … but some of them seem to have forgotten how to listen. Still, you see some who cock their heads to the side, and appear to hear their angel’s voice.
But the angels are not all you see. From each person passing you, you can see a thin, shining silver thread rising from them, high into the sky.
When you look up into the sky, you see a beautiful pattern made from the thousands, no, millions of individual silver threads. Some of them seem to be brighter and stronger than others … yet each thread contributes uniquely to the beauty of the scene.
You notice too that there is a silver thread emerging from you as well, and as you gaze at it, it grows even brighter and stronger than it was before.
It helps you realize how truly connected everyone is, including yourself. Even those who don’t listen to their guides, even those who don’t pay attention to others around them, are part of the pattern … and you realize that each person has the capacity to be a part of something truly beautiful - perhaps they aren’t ready yet, perhaps they must grow more on their journey, but the potential is always there.
An angel sits beside you, as well. You look at it and smile.
(How does your angel appear to you?)
The angel, who has a special message for you, leans over and whispers into your ear.
(What does the angel say?)
You thought you were not on a journey. You thought you were just watching. But now you know. Sometimes the most meaningful journeys of your life are taken while being absolutely still.
“Music is well said to be the speech of angels.”
-Thomas Carlyle
“We are like angels with just one wing. We can only fly by embracing each other.”
-Anon.
“The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they’re gone.”
-George Eliot
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