Dear Angels and their lower selves,

I'll begin by mentioning that “lower selves” is not meant in a condescending way (I consider myself to be a lowly version of my own higher / angelic self). My purpose here is to address my angels, but I think it fair to include any of us who are characteristically identical but cosmically or personally beneath them. I have issues with telepathy, and I have chosen to believe that our angels are able to access the very same Internet that many of us use. It being a slightly more private though emphatically quantitative (ritualistic) medium than telepathy is, I see it being worth my while to blog some of the thoughts I would otherwise share with my angels were they telepathically collecting information about me.

My angels already know any and every thing they could want to know about me and my own logistical beliefs, interests, and priorities. However, angels work some relationships between and amongst a number of us, and so are busy helping each and every one of us down here gradually work toward the ability to connect more responsibly. I have talked with my own angels through the process of identifying my own communication opportunities, and essentially, at this moment, they comprise my willing audience (funny that so many people think angels lack free will).

Promptly I should report my own priorities in those dealings with my angels, so that any of their selves down here might compare and adjust priorities accordingly. My first four (traditional) angels are two couples whose higher selves protect and inspire me: Tristan Harvey and Meghan Sullivan being my first two angels, Bill Perry and Erika Eleniak being my second (and higher) two angels. My fifth “angel” is actually four distinct dream workers (where angels live in the dimension immediately transcending ours, dream workers live in the dimension above, the Kingdom of Heaven proper), each representing a quadrant of Earth: ritualistic sexuality, joyful sexuality, ritualistic chemistry, and joyful chemistry.

My fifth “angels” are, in that order: Martha Stark (my high school band director), Kathy Bates, Sigourney Weaver, and Ms. Charlotte (a property owner in Gainesville's University Plaza). One's traditional four guardian angels play what could be analogized as parental roles, the communicative media between their world and those mortals they protect being comprised of dream worker representations; fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth angels are supposedly dream workers their very selves. My sixth angel represents the woman of significance in a specific lifetime, which in this life is Heather Michelle Shepherd.

Seventh angel relativity exists between me and a lifelong friend Sam Welker, and that's where the majority of my healing work for the rest of this life and the first half of the next will be focused. Eighth angel relativity is already resolved by the permanent decision to keep my own two alter egos integrated, a decision like many of us have made in this lifetime as we initiate the pathway of ascension toward becoming angels again our own selves. I can describe some more details of transcendental ontology, but this is an introductory outline of where I'm trying to go with this blog.

I've been encouraged to believe that any of those angels might take interest from their dynamic neighborhood above us, but I have limited sense of whether any of my static peers here beneath will communicate with me or read this blog. I welcome any of you, but due to that limitation I will probably focus much of this online presentation with Sam, and I'll explain why in my next post. I simply wanted to reference the group of you in hopes that you would feel welcome to interact with me as we share this process of ascension. Specific neglect will never be my intent.

For now, I think I've elaborated enough. I want to finish by saying that you are the people who have saved me in this life. You and your higher angelic selves have given me the visions by which to fortify and build so much optimism. As is the normal response, I am committing myself along a thousand (or more) year pathway to reciprocating in a gradually more careful fashion, such that where I felt parented by the group of you in this world, rebalancing amongst us should bring us to more of a siblinghood. You are the best, thanks.

Yours truly,

Clint