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Christmas Cards from the Angels
By Catherine Kasper

Summary: A Christmas reverie written by Catherine M. Kasper as she communes with the Angels of Abundance and learns how to hear them in a 'magical' way is shared with you here in its entirety.

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I took the stack of Christmas cards and my cup of coffee and climbed back into bed. I had a rare day off from work and the house was quiet. I wanted to open the cards slowly, savor the colors of the artwork, and take the time to linger over both the printed and hastily penned sentiments of the senders.

Weighing the substantial stack of cards in my hand, I felt comfy and Christmassy within the snuggle of warm blankets, cuddling cats and newly dawned light. I opened the first card. Magnificent artwork in rich blue and gold slid from the envelope. What would a Christmas card from the Angels look like? I mused, staring at the portrait of the heavenly messenger I held in my hands.

A flicker of light caught my eye. In the mirror that hangs across from my bed, I saw a shaft of light above my head on the wall behind me. The shade for the window does not touch the frame in places so the light escaped and came round to greet me through the space. It came from behind the tree in Mr. Rickling's yard next door and as the few remaining leaves fluttered, so too did the light.

It sneaked into my room through the lace-curtain filter to dance on the wall behind me, two feet tall, textured by the wallpaper, fluttered by the leaves. It lived and breathed in the space above my head, like a beacon that showed the path back to heaven. I could almost look within it. It moved, much like a flame, bound to its candle wall, fluttering with the same breath that moved the leaves outside.

The cats stared at the beam as though caught in it. The three of us sat, linked by the beguiling light, which narrowed at the top and reminded me of the way a path or road grows smaller as it winds its way from the foreground into the background of a piece of artwork.

I looked at the card again. The words of a carol were there; an obscure verse from "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear".

"For lo the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever circling years
Shall come the time foretold,
When peace shall over all the earth
It's ancient splendors fling
And all the world give back the song
Which now the Angels sing."

The world travels on its path towards peace. The Angel's message is always in the background, an illuminated, patterned path slipping through the veil, which grows more gossamer as time continues. The map is shown to us through things such as a piece of lace; the light and shadow making up the whole, dancing on the wall, illuminating the path, narrowing off into the background, always there, charming with its movement.

Light is found on the path to peace. "Fear not," the Angel said. Fear not the message when it appears on your wall, your mirror or in your mailbox. The Christmas cards of the Angels are everywhere. Their messages appear suddenly, festooning the empty tree branches and hiding in the hastily shoveled piles of snow. They sneak unbidden into rooms and onto walls, dancing in order to get our attention.

I think of the sentiments in the Christmas cards. They are small beams of light, clear in their meaning, sent from another's heart to mine.

The Angels sent their Christmas message to my heart, too. The beautiful light spoke volumes. I finished my coffee, satisfied by its richness, petted the sleeping cats and started my day. Did I notice a flicker of light on my shoulder in the mirrored reflection as I stood?

I blew a kiss to the Angels. "Merry Christmas," I whispered.

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