Angels on the Ladder of Heaven . . .

I imagined that when I should turn a page, or walk the next step in an ordinary day that I would come across something that would make it less ordinary and me more alive and awake to whatever was in the air . . .

I didn’t want much; just a glimpse of what was there that I couldn’t see with my normal eyes. It was always being offered: I knew there was always more: I had already found a host of lighted things. I think I was always looking . . . 

One thing led to another, and that would lead me on to find the next thing. And on this beautiful day as I was walking along the path past the house I turned the corner and there before me was a ladder . . .

And it was in my way. I looked at it. Suddenly I knew the ladder was in my inner way within me; and I stopped and listened. And I saw heaven open, and the angels of God which are always with us ascending and descending upon the ladder of heaven as we increase or decrease in the light . . . 

Joy in the light increased by degrees as I decreased . . .

Degrees of climbing down the Ladder of Knowing: losing more and more of my own tight-held opinions as I descended . . .

The less I had of my own, the more I had of his: there being more space in me the more I descended and decreased . . .

The rungs of the Ladder stepping down were decreasing barriers to my knowing more and increasing lifts to stepping up within the light . . .

The more I descended dying to myself, the more his light could enter my heart and ascend the stairway of heaven . . . 

It was shown me, also, that the angels moving up and down the stairway were the thoughts and intents of my heart;  or that they were the bearers and carriers of the thoughts and intents of my heart . . . in the light . . . that glorious beam of light that was the stairway and relationship with God who IS LOVE . . . it was the way of Life!

 

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