I love my dear husband and son very much, and that is worth more than any present. Why do people even give presents, when love is the best thing in the world to receive? ...Although, someone anonymously paid for our mother-son breakfast today at a cafe. That was so sweet! And it was a very lovely Mother's Day gift. In enabled me to leave our adorable harried waitress a large tip...although he probably had already covered that too. I'm not above the sentimentality of the physical world. I wouldn't doubt that some angel was involved in making that happen.
Despite it being my profession, in my personal life I still have the occasional reservation about speaking about angels, because a common interpretation of people who do so is that they are being imaginative, cloying or sappy. My experience of the angels and those who make it to the other side where they become guardians or spirit guides, is that they have just as much texture in personality essence and diversity in their expression of self as do those who are living. Every angel isn't Glenda, the good witch. They empathically understand the ins and outs of what it is to be human, so they are instep with the egoic journeys of those whom they are assigned to assist. Some swear, cry, laugh, play, act headstrong, get frustrated, and some are mischievous.
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