Pearls of Wisdom

Vol. 35 No. 45 - I AM the Witness - October 21, 1992

 

I AM the Witness

Saved Again by Archangel Michael!

 

Dear Mother,

I would like to witness to the loving protection of the angels and elementals.

Many times in my life when I was searching for that “missing something” I got myself into a lot of awkward and sometimes dangerous situations. The fact that I came through them all safely to find the Teachings is no doubt due to the protection and guidance of the angels and the joyous help of the elementals.

There are two special incidents I would like to share that happened after I found these Teachings. The first one happened when I was very new on the Path. Although there was a Teaching Center near where I lived, in Minneapolis, I didn’t know about it yet. So, after work several nights a week I would drive fifty miles to my sister’s house in Cottage Grove, where I would join her and her husband in giving decrees and listening to tape albums. To get there, I traveled on a busy three-lane highway in rush-hour traffic.

One evening, traffic was worse than usual, and a lot of semitrucks were mixed in the heavy, after-work rush. I was in the right-hand lane, preparing to exit after crossing the bridge over the river. Before me, behind me and to my left were three huge semis. Solid bumper-to-bumper traffic filled all three lanes. I was horrified to see another big truck coming up the entrance ramp to merge–right where I was, just before the bridge!  Looking frantically around, I realized there was no place for me to go to make room for him and he couldn’t stop either because of the stream of cars behind him. I knew I was seeing an accident unfold.

I took my hands off the steering wheel, covered my eyes and whispered a prayer to Archangel Michael and...nothing happened. I opened my eyes again, took hold of the steering wheel and drove on, exiting the freeway, wondering where that other semi had gone. (I never did find out!) With heart overflowing with love and gratitude, I praised the Lord all the way to my sister’s house.

The second incident took place several years later in California. I was a passenger in a van full of people going down Mulholland Highway to Camelot, the Church headquarters near Malibu. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and there were a lot of cars on the road.

As our van went around a curve, two cars, side by side, were coming straight toward us. Someone was trying to pass at high speed while going around a curve. Total silence fell over us as we just stared at the oncoming cars, each of us knowing we were about to get in a real smash-up.

At that portion of the highway, hills rose up abruptly right at the road’s edge. There was no shoulder to speak of. We could see no way to turn to avoid being hit. The passing car was less than a car-length away when my Holy Christ Self took over and I called out loudly and firmly:  “Archangel Michael, Take Command!”

Instantly, the car swerved and passed us on the right–I could have touched it as it moved past my window. It was just whisked right around us!  I have no doubt that Archangel Michael interceded. The other driver is probably still trying to figure out how he got out of that one!

I have one last little story about the helping hands of angels and elementals. When I was driving home with some fellow students after attending Summit University, my car developed a problem and began to seriously overheat. None of us had any money to spare and were going home “on a wing and a prayer”–literally.

Each time the needle started creeping up hotter and hotter, I would make fiery calls to the angels and elementals. I told them to hold the visualization and thoughtform of snow, of crystal clear, cold mountain streams and ice all around the whole engine. Then we would watch the needle immediately go right back down as the temperature dropped to normal. It was such a wonderful testimony to the power of the spoken Word and the intercession of heavenly helpers.

I am so very grateful that God brought me to the feet of the Masters early in my life. There is no other place on earth I would rather be than right here–a part of this Holy Community.

When tested or feeling the burden of energy, I recall the words of Peter when Jesus asked the twelve disciples:  “Will ye also go away?”  Peter said, “Lord, to whom shall we go?  Thou hast the words of eternal life” (John 6:67, 68).

I have found my home and my life in this Community.

With a heart full of loving gratitude,