I’d like to know at last
Why are the clouds that fast?
It’s a lesson to hue-mans maybe
That teaches them how fictive a boundary can be
Or maybe it’s just angels that cast
That’s why the clouds are that fast
song by Jules de Korte came to me while walking the dog. It
was freezing cold and suddenly the wind driven clouds drew my
attention. It had been snowing and the light of the full moon
reflected by the snow shone upon the clouds. A magnificent dim-white
glow gave the racing clouds – it had just stormed – a very special
quality. For a long time I stared to heaven, touched and moved
by this view.
I also saw the stars that
could be seen between the holes in the blanket of clouds; there
were not many, but some planets sparkled in all their magnificence.
My attention was drawn to a special formation of three stars
that were standing close together. By the speed of the racing
clouds it looked like they moved, but compared to a few high
trees nearby the threesome – as stars do – were standing still
at the firmament.
While I was thinking all
that it seemed like a cloud was getting in front of the formation,
but to my utter astonishment that was not the case. They were
still clearly visible while the cloud was moving on. ‘Maybe
a plane?’, was my rational approach; after all I was standing
close to the airport. But no, my thoughts were disproved, because
at that moment the three starts parted with an enormous speed,
all in another direction. Do you know what it was? I don’t and
it is still a mystery to me what could have caused this appearance.
But that is not what I
wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about a vacation in the
snow of the French Alpes, two years ago, together with our children,
grandchildren and a friend of the family.
Do I have to tell you about the caring for our two little grandchildren,
which was awesome in it self? No I do not. We became aware once
more how lucky we are to be the grandparents of these grand
little people who are at the beginning of their paths on this
Earth of the beloved Mother.
In order to have a moment
for myself every evening, I used to sit in the dark of the veranda,
looking out over the valley. While smoking my cigar and overlooking
the lights of the village below, I was able to become silent,
to meditate and to reflect on everything occurring in our lives.
There were also the little lights on the slopes of the mountains
on the other side of the valley. I saw the lights of the machines
preparing the ski slopes and there was the always-changing weather.
Sometimes the stars were out and then Orion blazed its brilliant
starts towards me and I felt very special. Sometimes it was
dark and foggy and not very much could be seen. On one occasion
all the lights and the stars and the mountains even seemed to
have been turned off because of the fog.
While the temperature was
below zero that first day, I experienced the phenomenon of the
frozen fog particles. For the first time in my life, I saw them
forming these very small little slivers, looking silvery in
the streetlamp to the left and golden in the yellow one to the
right of the apartment where we stayed. It was at that moment
I re-membered what these usually unseen particles look like,
every time the Angels are present! Overwhelming indeed.
On another night, a bright
shooting star shot by. Naturally I sent my wish along with it,
and on the last night, while it was snowing strongly, a whitish
fox ran across the road, only 30 meters away. In this respect
it is good to tell you that the Fox happens to be my Totem Animal
and that, way back in time, I used to be a member of the Hopi
people, and my adult name was [translated] “Running Fox”. No
idea though what that would be in the Hopi language. Maybe one
of the readers knows a member of the Hopi and can tell me?
The most profound experience though, took place on Thursday
night. While meditating, I came into contact at first with Judith,
my passed away daughter, and later with Magda, one of my Guides,
as well. We mind-talked for a while and gradually it became
clear that both sat down next to me on the same broad bench
I was sitting on. Judith was there on the left and Magda to
the right of me. We continued our talking and it became overwhelming
how the Love and the Warmth and the Compassion engulfed us and
it was very clear that the three of us were bathing in that
Love and it was impossible for me to keep my eyes dry. Both
women sat there with their arms around my shoulders and I can
assure you that on that very moment I was engulfed in Light,
Love and Warmth.
I looked up, and then sensed
this huge more than three story-high Angel, standing there in
front of us! He had his enormous wings spread out and reflected
the Love we were radiating back to us. There were no more words
left and gradually it all faded away and I seemed to be alone
again. And I thanked the Angel and I thanked Judith and I thanked
Magda, and for some time I was not able to move.
I said to myself that I
needed no confirmation of all this, because the experience had
been so overpowering and so very real that there was not any
doubt whatsoever as to all that had happened to me. Little did
I know that there was more to come. About a quarter of an hour
later a cloud appeared in the gap between two mountains in front
of me, which was extraordinary in it self, because it was a
dark night with no moon and only a few streetlamps in the village.
It expanded though, and became clearer and almost white in the
dark sky. I suddenly realised that this one represented the
Angel who was with me only shortly before. Then, when the cloud
was at its largest, two satellites formed out of it, representing
Magda and Judith. A bit later, all of it reconnected again,
showing the unity, the one-ness of everything. After that, the
cloud gradually became dark again and disappeared, and I was
alone again with the stars.