In Search of Angels
In Search of Angels, Introduction
I just found myself on another million mile journey, this one in search of angels. Do they still exist? Are they still real? Have they gone into exile? Are angels as ever-present today as the were at the dawn of creation? I have many questions pertaining to the subject of angels.
Every now and then I encounter of person of mystery. These people come in all shapes and colors and sizes. I find them in a variety of places along the ways of my journey through life on this wet rock called Earth. Were angels responsible for the construction of this planet? Did they give it its name, or is "Earth" a shortened version of a more geographic scientific designation shortened in a deterioration state?
Curiosity ensues. Should I approach such people, ask them what their story is, see if there is anything I can do for them? Or are they here to watch over me and just didn't do a good enough job keeping themselves hidden?
The weight of supernatural existences is heavy on me this very moment. Why? I feel it, the presence is strong. I have no need to fight it or ignore the feeling. I dare not call it a floating emotion that may have happen to just hook a stranded root on me. If that's the case it rooted and is growing.
Well, there went that. Got distracted from a Garmin map entry that I forgot to bypass. Don't you hate it went that happens? That's how fast the presence vanishes, only takes a slight distraction.
Speaking of Garmin, have you traveled the highways and interstates recently? Seen the state of seemingly neverending road construction? The widening of interstates that appears beyond necessity despite the activism to eradicate the use of fossil fuels and disturb the natural process of world warming? Oh yeah, the future. These warehouses, both existing and under construction, are massive! Gone are the days of Mimi's Cafe. Stand by for the Main Event, those are a lot of new boots to fill on those Boot Barn shelves.
What do I know, I'm just a carpenter driving the nation.
Angels as Objects
To say that angels only appear as a personification of a human form is extremely limiting. Who is to say that angels, like an unformable, omnipresent spirit God, are subject to a singular discriptive based on ancient manuscripts written and envisioned by mere human intelligence? I personally belief that such Higher power encompasses everything. Call it universal energy or miraculous spirit, it is what it is and I just simply don't know for certain. I believe in collections and collaborations of similarities and contrasts that combine to form more powerful elements than singularities, but I just don't know what the Grand eternal state is truly made of. That's just me on this present moment.
This truck is an example of one such object as an angel. As Loxi just said, "Oh, the maginficant angel this truck is that allows you to write such words." My, what limits I sure do possess!
The Number of an Angel
When it comes to superstition, spirituality, magik, Holy and unHoly ghosts and all that jazz and stuff, I stand on a firm ground of faith with a real sense of I don't know. I can only base my own personal beliefs and facts on my own life and near-death experiences. The magical aspect of my beliefs and opinions come from experiences in the days of my youth with a curiosity and awareness of illusion, trickery, slight of hand work and magic, the likes of Lance Burton, David Copperfield and the late Amazing Jonathan.
On the day of or day after (can't exactly remember which) that I wrote about my angelic experience in the first part of this writing, I began to think about the miracle work involved in my wife and I acquiring our second big truck, a custom Freightliner Cascadia straight truck purchased preowned from the owners before us who built the truck.
Our truck number is D10281. I began playing with number and came to begin reviewing a few images and potential breakdowns and possible meanings, all with the idea of being in search of angels. For whatever reason, I remembered a rock band from my teenage days called Dio, an American heavy metal band formed in 1982 and led by vocalist Ronnie James Dio. I broke down our truck number to show, DIO and 281. Dio, in Italian means "God."
Upon a visit to the search engine, the Great Google know-it-all, I found several reports on the subject and angels, angels numbers and potential meanings. One report intrigued me initially could be found here at Numerologist.org. The 281 angel number is said to be the number of guardian angels.
Angels Show Up When Least Expected
A few days have gone by since my last potent encounter with angelic presence, as I understood it to be. There feeling waned over the next few days, but did not vanish. We rolled into a truck stop last night. We parked in what appeared to be the last available space at the moment, directly opposite the blinding LED headlights in front of us that lined the fuel island. Thank goodness for blackout curtains!
I switched my HOS status (trucker talk) to On Duty with a Remark of Post-Trip Inspection. I exited my cab and made my way around the vehicle in search of any defects, real and potential. I search my vehicle in a preventative maintenance style as learned and adapted from my U. S. Marine Corps experience. Funny how how the words "White Glove" and "Inspection" connect the two worlds I live in at present.
Lights, check. Wheels, check. Leaks, none. All seemed clear. I made my way toward the back of the truck just past the third axle and squatted to study the landing gear and lift gate mechanisms and fluids.
Break for a moment. I am a hoarder thanks to those suggestions and experiences where holding onto a thing for years and having an eventual need to use it caused me to find reason to save nearly everything. In summary, my wife and I just recently cleared our lives of the mass debris and set ourselves off to more minimal living endeavors. But, of course a but, I have to hold onto something. So now I collect washers that I find on pavements across America. No worries, I have no intention of littering our land with hundreds of Whirlpools or GEs or Samsungs. I referring to the small type washers. The shapes, sizes and conditions come a plenty!
Understandably, I have programmed peripheral awareness with an alert status to find round, metal objects with holes punched in the center. As I was surveying, I noticed a small medallion shape on the ground. It looked about the size of a nickel after being squashed by a freight train on a railroad track, yet as thick as two quarters stacked one on the other.
The pewter metal was smooth with a linear rim and what I could see as an inscription on it that says, "Angel of Nurses." on the other side was a raised statue of an angel with raised wings, a long dress lined with hearts and flowers at the hem, holding up something in hand. What does it mean? Only an Angel of Nurses can truly say. I welcome your comment.
There ya have it, a tiny taste on a single human experience in a moment when angels showed up in his life for whatever reason(s). I am quite certain there will be future updates to this blog post, report, and experience. Your comments and experiences with angels are welcome. I would love to hear them.
Good Day for now,
Ryan
Nice read appreciate it