We are armed with human brains, which can only see what the human brain has been developed to see.
We cannot see ultraviolet like bees can, or infrared like a python; we cannot see the earth’s magnetic field as a turtle does, or electrical fields like a shark uses to detect its prey. Yet, we are more than we think and more than we know.
Some of us are more ready to accept the existence of things that we cannot prove than others.
Life is full of layers of comprehension, instinct and magic: we touch the consciousness of others and are touched ourselves in mysterious ways. Angels visit us often and sometimes we are the angels. If you have been an angel, you will not know about it, for this is the way of angels.
Be open to the brief and beautiful visits of angels. There in the uplift of your soul at a difficult time, in a shaft of yellow sunshine on an otherwise grey day, a whisper of love from deep within your grief, or the arms of joy that come unbidden and hold you aloft for a while. They are there inside moments of quiet beauty, indefinable gifts, words that explain you to yourself. Sometimes they come from deep within your own tears.
Know that you too have been one and will be again. That the paths of the living and not living, known and not-known cross over and over again and our brains know nothing of it, even as our hearts sing to feel it.