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Today I would like to talk about a happy vacation in the snow of the French Alps, several years ago, together with our eldest daughter, her husband and children, and a friend of the family.
Do I have to tell you in that respect about the caring of our then two little grandchildren, which was awesome in itself? No I do not. We became aware once more how lucky my wife and I are to be the grandparents of these grand little people who find themselves at the beginning of their paths on this Earth of the beloved Mother.
I would like to tell you about the following. 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 little cigar and overlooking the lights of the village below, every night 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 also was able to see the moving 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 stars 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, for the first time in my life I was able to observe the phenomenon of frozen fog particles. 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 building 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. Obviously I sent my wish along with it, and on the last night, while it was snowing heavily, a whitish fox ran across the road, less than 30 yards 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 and incarnations, I perhaps used to be a member of the Hopi people, my adult name being [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 then with Magdalena, one of my Spirit Guides. We mind-talked for a while and gradually it became clear that the both of them were seated next to me on the same broad bench I was sitting. Judith on the left and Magdalena to the right of me. It seemed I could hear their breathing. We continued our talking and it became overwhelmingly clear 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 I felt to have been engulfed in light, love, warmth and affection.
I looked up, and at that very moment I sensed this huge, more than three story-high Angel, standing in front of us! He had his enormous wings spread out and I realized that he reflected the Love we were radiating back to us, enhanced a thousand times. 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 Magdalena, and for some time I was not able to move.
I said to myself that I needed no confirmation at all of this, because the experience had been so overpowering and seemed so very real that there was not any doubt whatsoever as to all that had happened to me. Little did I know there was more to come.
About a quarter of an hour later a large fluorescent cloud appeared in the gap between the two mountains in front of me. This was extraordinary in itself, because it was a dark night with no moon and only a few streetlamps in the village. The cloud expanded though, and became clearer and almost white in the dark sky. I suddenly realized that this one represented the Angel who had been with me/us, only shortly before. Then, when the cloud was at its largest, two satellites appeared out of it, unmistakably representing Magdalena 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.
All I needed to do then was to send a warm thank you to the angel…
Copyright © 2014 Hans Brockhuis
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Hans Brockhuis is a Dutch lightworker, writer and translator. His bilingual website: Running Fox Pages features spiritual work of himself and others. Working as a translator and editor, he has been and is active in processing various publications, either in English, Dutch or German. See his portfolio here. If you are interested to follow what Running Fox is offering, you may subscribe to his newsflashes. Simply send an E-mail to this address mentioning: “subscribe Running Fox’”in the subject line.