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10 degrees Gemini
The Angels of Analogy
Also known as the Angels of Golemi
Beloved,
Beloved, we are very similar to the Angels of Golema, 8 degrees Gemini.
We infuse the mind with wisdom to evaluate all people and beings accurately by shape, color, tone, and all other aspects of outward appearance.
The range of effectiveness of any person or being is clearly known through the laws of analogy.
"As above, so below."
The true state of will, mind, emotion, and form is reflected in the details of appearance and energy vibration of all beings. We inspire the use of analogy in all kingdoms and worlds.
Now Divine Providence has ordained that the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and end of time, meet and become one on earth, so that heaven manifests upon earth in all of its perfection.
As this happens, the sons and daughters of God shine forth resplendent outwardly in ways that are analogous to the splendor of their wills, thoughts, and feelings. Their outward appearance manifests the splendor and majesty of Divine Virtues within.
Here is one of our stories:
A dangerous battle was being fought and Natasha had to escape tonight. Her uncle and aunt were being held as prisoners, and if she stayed even a few more hours in their house she would loose her freedom and perhaps her life. She grabbed her old coat and scarf, stuffed a few things and what little money she could find in a shoulder bag, and walked out the door never to return to the place of her childhood.
She had never been on her own before. She had always been protected. Now she had to rely on God and her own judgement to get her safely across the border.
Her greatest asset was also her greatest liability. She was beautiful. Her beauty was more than skin deep, she was an incarnation of purity and love. Her kindness and her devotion to all that is noble had etched itself in every nuance of her facial expressions and bodily movements. Every man who had ever looked upon her had been rendered transfixed by her energy.
Who could she trust? She had no gun, or fighting skills. She was utterly defenseless.
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Confused and frightened people were running everywhere she looked.
She prayed to the Angels of Golemi, the angels of analogy, to help her understand who she could trust and guide her.
Her prayer was answered.
Within moments of praying, her head cleared. It felt to her like a cold clear stream of water washed away the fog and the fear.
A keen sharp penetrating awareness became stronger with each breath. Her emotions cleared so completely that she was filled with the most deep and penetrating love and gratitude to God.
She took some more deep breaths, feeling absolutely safe and excited. For the first time in her entire life, she was on her own! Oh how she had always longed for complete freedom! All of her life she had been restrained and secluded away by the customs of her middle class society. She had always had to answer to outer authority.
This was truly a miraculous time for her.
She pulled her scarf over her face, she did not want to draw attention to her beauty. Hunching over like an old woman, she blended in with the crowd. Her long plain everyday coat covered the rest of her completely. No one could see who she was.
She headed toward the train depot.
Soldiers were everywhere checking passengers. They were tense and demanding.
She lo oked at their faces, their uniforms, their guns and saw an aura of cruelty, fanaticism, and revenge emanating from them. She couldn’t risk this. They would not help her, they would only do harm.
Still filled with a deep inner silence and peace, she ran away.
Inwardly she felt the protecting presence of the heavenly hosts, and telepathically she heard a clear voice telling her which direction to take at every turn.
Natasha found herself that evening in the poorest slums on the outskirts of the most humble ghettos far away from the inner city. She had always heard terrible stories of what went on out here. =0 A
Her inner voice told her not to be afraid. Here she would find sanctuary.
She wandered slowly down the poorly lit and crowded dirt streets lined by ragged tents and shacks. Surrounded by her protecting angels, she noticed a stange feeling of kinship growing within her for the people she saw. She felt curiously at home here, there was something about these people that felt familiar.
As she looked among them, she felt a=2 0strange nobility and kindness coming from them instead of the dark grim evil that she had always been told that she would find.
With shock she realized that severe hardship and danger had forged a society here more human, honest and deeply spiritual than any she had ever seen in the middle classes. The angels inwardly told her that the middle class had been more concerned with materiality and status whereas these people had been faced with daily issues of life and death.
Concerned with pure survival, they had only succeeded by trusting God and helping each other.
She straightened up and walked among them in wonder. Her scarf fell from off her beautiful face. She walked as a queen among peers. Her inner guidance had served her well.
She saw signs of courage, faith, goodwill, and intelligence. As people saw her, their attitude showed that they seemed to have been expecting her. Each eye contact brought a nod of recognition, respect and familiarity.
She saw a woman cooking bread on a makeshift oven and approached to offer what little money she had for something to eat.
The woman looked at her knowingly, and sighed. "Sit down my dear, I can see y ou just escaped from the city. You are tired and we must quickly change the clothes that you are wearing. They make you stand out in case any soldiers come here and besides, they are not comfortable for you to sleep in and you will need better protection from the rain.”
An hour later, a well fed Natasha emerged from Farishta’s humble tent looking like a nomad. She wore an old but well-made long flowing cape that was warm, water resistant, lined with deep hidden pockets and extremely comfortable to sleep in.
She looked closely at Farishta, "Farishta," she said, "How can I take this from you? I don’t have the money to pay you!"
"Hush now," Farishta said shakin g her head, "The only way any of us make it around here is through helping each other."
I can not count the times when people I have never known have given me a helping hand.” Farishta smiled a huge smile, showing a few missing teeth, and winked at her, “Besides," she said, “We are sisters, you and I. I can feel it in my heart. I love you as if I had known you all my life.”
Natasha noticed Farishta’s kind eyes, the deep wrinkles across her forehead, her callused hands. Farishta looked old enough to be her mother, but in truth she was almost the same age. Her life had been hard. Natasha knew she was standing in the presence of a spiritual teacher.
She remained for a few weeks, learning from Farishta and meeting other survivors.
She spent evenings around warm fires listening to stories of miraculous interventions and survival. Her heart grew and grew until it felt as if it would burst with all the love that she was feeling.
One night Natasha was smuggled across the border by a motley crew of friends. They took her down to the water’s edge and packed her among wooden crates on an old shipping barge heading for a foreign port.
A few weeks later Natasha found herself downriver standing in the bright sunlight of the foreign city. She was amazed at how drastically her world had changed.
She realized that the authorities that she had been taught as a child to look up to and respect had turned out to be her true enemies, and the poor and downtrodden that she had been taught to fear had turned out to be her true friends!
With the help from the Angels of Golemi, she wandered as a beggar safely for a long time, judging each person accurately, finding friends and staying out of danger. She became an important link in an underground network that smuggled children, refugees, and animals to safety.
One day, as peace returned to the region, a strange man appeared before Natasha.
"Natasha," he said, "I am aware of you since I have watched over you for many lifetimes. I come to invite you to a secret place, a high mountain retreat far away, where you can study with the masters for a while. In this way, when you return to the highways and the byways of the world, you can be of greater service. You will be a healer and you will also be in a position to teach others who are ready of the Ancient Wisdom." He held out his hand.
Looking closely at him, Natasha saw clearly the vitality of immortality, and the beauty of enlightenment. She knew she could trust him. She knew that he was speaking the truth. Taking his hand, she looked him deep in the eye. Then she gathered Farishta’s beloved cape about her and they both disappeared out of sight.
For years stories were reverantly told around campfires and hearths of a strange and lovely lady who appeared when people prayed for help. Children listened breathlessly to tale after tale about people and animals who were rescued when all thought of hope had left.
Wanderers from lonely and forgotten places would arrive and relate wondrous accounts of how they were not only saved and healed, but how they were taught the most marvelous truths about God’s love and the amazing powers of Divine redemption and truth from a beautiful lady named Natasha.
G-O-L-E-M-I
G…The virtue of divine peace and blessing
O…and the ability to have impeccable judgement
L…brings perfect vitality, beauty, and harmony.
E…The presence of God in all beings allows the miracle of materialization and dematerialization, clairaudience, and the ability to transfer consciousness.
M…With the power of great emotional feeling
I…the laws of cause and effect are mastered on the material plane.
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