Legions of Angels: Voices of the Divine That I Found Online

By Carmen Lytle

Legions of Angels is a compilation of 'heart scriptures' by everyday Earth angels that I found online after a long mental and emotional breakdown. May this book give hope and restore sacredness and sanity to whoever finds it. Illustrated by Chad Glass.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carmen Lytle
• Release date: Jun 21, 2015

Carmen Lytle

Carmen was born in San Diego, CA in 1964 and is at the tail-end of the Baby Boomer generation. She is a co-contributor in "Being You: How to Live Authentically" [Gerard Doyle] as Magena Fawn, and a co-contributor in a college textbook for a prison initiative: "Communication in Society" [Jess K. Alberts, Judith N. Martin, Thomas K. Nakayama]. She lives at the top of Bent Mountain in Virginia with her fun-loving mate, Roger, and enjoys expressing herself through writing, gardening, singing, massage, dream work, musing, bird-watching and trying her hand at cooking foreign dishes.

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FOREWORD

Bittersweet goodbyes were said to our cabin home in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia in 2011. The grand maple tree that held me up just weeks and months prior when the devastation started—a piece of her bark like a treasured lock of hair in my pocket. A quick longing-for-more glance of the bush that I brushed with my fingers during every pass up the mountain, while playfully channeling the now deceased actor, Trip Fisk.

Swords…swords will….swords will f#@king….swords will f#@king cut you in half!

A saying he ridiculously repeated on one of his YouTube videos where he was acting as a hilarious advocate for sword safety. In that moment I was saying goodbye to all the special places, fun rituals and heading somewhere that did not feel like home.

The maple tree offered her support when there were no words of comfort to be found inside. She comforted me as I hugged her about a month earlier during a spiritual crisis. My heart was broken and my ‘spiritual’ identity shattered to pieces. I had been holding on, weeping, sobbing to the core. No words, just flooding emotions, overwhelmed by sorrow and grief. After releasing my grip and pulling back, I saw that she supported the life of a newly born cicada as it emerged from its exoskeleton on her trunk. The wonder of a child was still there with me. The innocent spark that I had buried deeply. Yet, so was a mother lode of sorrow that I’d been carrying for decades.

We were moving far, far away--Life interrupted, major depression, nervous breakdown with tremendous loads of shame over the life I’d created--to stay with a psychologically abusive family member while I went back to school. We had to leave our dog, a black Labrador, Bessie behind with our neighbor. Just as we shut the door to our fully-packed moving van, Bessie arrived to say goodbye. The way she approached us that afternoon was so deliberate and tender, it was as if she knew that this would be our last goodbye and that we were all raw and hurting. I watched my teen son, Jordan, drop his head as he wept against her neck. He didn’t want to move to Texas and was bitter about leaving his amazing friends behind in Roanoke, Virginia. His body shook as he hung his head on his beloved pet for one extremely tender and final moment. I watched through tear-filled eyes.

My appointment with the Divine in 2011 was not appearing as I had expected. It was a windstorm, a deconstructive process, so that these weak branches on my tree could, at last, fall to the ground--and through that storm I could find my God-given strengths, and become a care-giver, a loving guide and a parent to my broken and bewildered inner-child.

To recognize what was never broken in the first place… Draw near to me and I will draw near to you. The Divine was always there just awaiting my recognition.

"If you can see it, you are it." ~Owen Fox, Ireland

Beautiful words spoken to me by one of the first divine angels I found online. Owen made videos on YouTube of his everyday walks and skates in his neighborhood and in his living room and yard. Yes, he probably skated in his living room but I don’t recall seeing it. Wherever Owen was he would turn on the camera and let us see him in his natural state. He was playful like a child, not standing behind a pulpit as an authority on spiritual matters. Living his truth and speaking from his heart, not reading prepared notes or rehearsed speeches or talking in preachy-uh style-uh. Not a healer who would shy away from things like yeast infections and hemorrhoids.

I had begun seeking out teachers, mentors and healers and I found them everywhere. They all helped me reconnect to my own inner sage and physician.

Even the ones who walked away helped me find what truly resonated. And I found the resonant ones. Like a guitar being played next to another guitar that was ‘out of play’, the sound from the guitar being played causes the same string to vibrate on the nearby guitar.

Meeting my true divine nature for the first time. Even though I had been talking the talk for several years. Now, with a softer, gentler gaze and curious playfulness, I began to take baby steps back to the light.

Once you realize that the road is the goal and that you are always on the road, not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be a task and becomes natural and simple, in itself an ecstasy. ~Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

I saw that in awakening to my Divine nature and its stillness, everything would transform!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Tareesh (Heather Ellis Drake) and Dr. Nicky Hamid, both from the other side of the world in New Zealand.