Last night I was experiencing severe pain, the worst pain I’ve had for a while. I was having trouble sleeping, so I decided to put myself in a meditative state. At one point I felt a clear angelic presence. It radiated from a core — something like a body that was standing or hovering next to my bed. It felt slightly feminine — almost motherly. The energy washing over my bed was very sweet, loving, and powerful. Definitely palpable. It was intense; I forgot about my pain. And I could feel that presence coming closer as she leaned over to kiss my cheek. For a moment I was concerned that the energy would be too powerful for me to endure if she were to make contact. But she stopped short, perhaps 3 to 4 inches from my face, and I could feel a gesture that I imagined to be something like a kiss. I was blessed.
The feeling stayed with me for the rest of the night. Even though I had pain, lots of pain, it didn’t really bother me. I’m usually not very happy with nights like those, but this one turned out to be special. Being kissed by an angel — it’s a difficult thing to describe.
It just doesn’t matter what I call it — a compassionate spirit, an archetype of mercy, Soul, a configuration of concerned and caring ancestors, or an angel. I can still feel her looking over my shoulder from a distance.
Image from Facebook page Robert Moss Dreams; art by Karen Tarlton.