A BUNCH OF RECKLESS ANGELS

A bunch of reckless Angels.

At the feet of Jesus were always some Angels, not only glorifying Him, but together with Him gazing to the world. He was also listening in to the prayers, but they often only listened half, for they could not imagine the sorrows of a not perfect world like Heaven was.
And while He had not only time to help those, who needed Him most, He also had time to welcome the souls, that came back home.
That little bunch of Angels did not feel spoiled by being in His presents, no, it was the most normal to be so in Heaven, and what is normal, seldom is appreciated.
So one of the Angels got fascinated by the glitter and glance of the big city’s, the casino’s, the dancing girls and sighed: “Oh, I would like to experience a life like that!”
Another of them was fascinated by the work, a woman did by helping those, that had the most urgent prayers, but did not like the solitude of a convent. So she sighed: “Oh, how I would like to experience a life like that, it would feel like Heaven for me.”
A third of the bunch said: “No, I do see on the other side of this world a lot of pristine land, with plenty of room to roam free, work with the nature, I would be more happy there!”
Yet another and another did see places, their heart yearned to be on thatr places, and Jesus, in His wisdom said: “Did I not teach you, that each and all have its destined place in My plans? That some people have to learn from an experience. That other people do need many life’s to come to the wisdom, that their soul has been given by My Fathers Creation of the universe?”
The bunch of Angels, always sticking together and chatting, when Jesus was busy with something else, nodded yes, but the words did not fall in rich soil, so half of the meaning was lost.
The next time they spoke words like this, Jesus sais: “My lovely praising Angels, My Father did create you to sing His glory in Heaven, be satisfied with what He gave you. And remind yourself to be sure what you do ask for. You even can get it, and when it is not, what you thought it was, you stuck with it.”
The Angels again nodded yes, but had no idea, what Jesus was talking about, while looking at the outside was something different from seeing the inside of a humans mind and soul.
And they were not created as guardian Angels, so they did not got the wisdom. That does fit that job.
The third time Jesus said: “I did warn you, my lovely ones. There is only one cure to heal your yearning: I will send you to live a life on Earth. But nobody of you will meet each other, before you do recognize a kindred soul in the other. All of you will experience the troubles, you did overlook between all the beauty life also gives. Your life’s will be rough and hard ones. The troubles, you did overlook, when we together did look ate the world, you also will experience. All of you will keep the spark of recollection, how Heaven is, and have the urge to make life on Earth just like that.
I keep you Savior and hold my eyes on you, but you will have free will, like all humankind, so I cannot predict, when we are together here again. Do you still wish to go to Earth?”
Only one Angel did see, that the Creator placed her in the right place, the other ones were to curious and all said, they wanted to go.
So each of them got a different place of birth, a different fait to live through, according to their desires in Heaven. But each also was given a task to fulfill before their life should end and the lessons were learned.
Some, who did have the desire to help humankind, without being in a convent, got very hard lives, for they did need a sturdy base in their soul, from where they could do the job, they were yearning for.
For them the memory of Heaven was the only thing, that sometimes could help them through very hard times, and often the were on their knees, asking the Lord: “Why does this all happen to me Lord?”
They had to remember to be faithful, see how their experience could help others, before there was peace able in their hearts. Others had different, but equal hard life’s, sometimes by their own eagerness to live in glitter and glory going through the opposite: from the outside glorious, from the inside empty and hard.
They had to learn, that love is found in your own heart and multiplies by giving.
And there also were those, that did not loose their faith, they kept searching for the others to give them the love, they had still in their soul. Now a few of them have met, they only do not realize….
Lets keep in touch until our time to sit on His feet again!
© Nan van Daalen.

Mermaid's dreams.

Mermaid’s dreams.

In the sparkling, colourful waters of the warmer spots of our endless oceans she could float. The only visible movement was a soft up and down movement of her tail, and every now and than her hands made an elegant movement to counter balance an unexpected movement of the tides.

Of all the colourful fishes, the elegant weeds, the coral with the endless variation of form and community she did see nothing today. Not even the interwoven paterns, the sea did make between the species, that normally could hold her attention endlessly, now could not keep her attention going.

Why this all?
What could have disturbed her normal happy sea-life, where always was a playmate, merman or woman or the other species she communicated with. 

Was it the call for help of the great whale, that nearly suffocated in a mountain of whatever it was?
Was is the echo of the dolphin, who’s flipper was tangled in the line of a fisherman, who carelessly did cut it of, when tired of fishing, without thinking about the consequences?

Or was it the strange mountain of rubble, just above her favourite spot on the Great Ocean, where normally the currants made such wonderful round patterns, she could play her favourite game: just floating and dreaming, listening to the endless songs of the creatures around her.

Today she went there again.
But there was even less space to float as the last time.

And if things went further as they were before, tomorrow there would even be less space, would this mountain even be bigger than before.

She had to think about her great, great, great aunt, who once did pay the ultimate price for the transformation from mermaid to human.
She did know, that her story was written down, whatever that did mean, in the tales of a mister Anderson, but they themselves kept doing it like always: tell from mother to daughter and never forget about it.

And now she was thinking of paying that price herself.
Even when she did know, there was no real return possible to her free, and normally happy life in the Ocean.

But she could not longer listen to the unhappy sound, the cries for help of her fellow sea creatures. 
Sounds, that had their origin in what she wanted to oppose, make the land dwellers aware of: the slowly dying of her friends, of the whole environment of the ocean.
And one had to do so. But the price she had to pay...

Not only the pain with each step she was going to put on the ground, no, also the years of life, who were very long in the sea, than were going to be short lived.

And would anybody believe her, when she did not have her tail anymore?

What would happen to her fellow mermaids when she let herself be kept and learn the normal way to speak? Would it be gone with their peace and quiet, like the big beasts of Loch Ness and the Big lakes?

She still could not decide, what was the best option.  
But also she could not longer close her ears for the cries for help, for the mountain of waste, polluting more and more of their sea, by mankind, who without any consideration was busy to empty this anyway.

All she could wish was: waking up and finding this was a dream, not a reality.
But she had been woken up so many time, she had to admit it was no dream.
So there hád to come a decision.

And perhaps she finally had to admit, it was her, who had to pay the price, while she was the oldest and could tell, how it should be.

She had to leave it to the younger generation, to bring order in the ocean, when her mission had been successfully ended.
So she prayed to the God of land and water, swam up and...