This article was previously published in Network News 2 Winter 1994

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One morning, about halfway through my stay here, I awoke to discover I was once more in contact with the Angel of Findhorn. It was very early, around 4 or 5 am, and I lay in bed just observing and appreciating the beautiful flow of energy in and around this beautiful being as it gathered in the energy from the rising sun and transmitted it as a spiritual light throughout a wide radius around this Centre. Then, there came an invitation and I found myself taken up into the Angel’s consciousness. From there I could look out and from a peculiar perspective see the entire world, drawing upon the reservoir of goodwill, love and peace generated by all the participants in this Community as you go about your daily work.

Also, I could see that where individuals consciously and deliberately aligned with the Angel and used their wills to focus that energy out in the world, this flow was intensified.

As I watched an interesting change occurred. The earth suddenly seemed covered with a brown crust underneath which I could see an intense, searing substance like lava. Here and there, this crust was broken by eruptions that in this perspective looked like volcanoes. A stream of silvery light swept out from the Angel, and I rode upon it far out and over one of these volcanoes .

Looking down, I could see straight into the crater and crown, into this molten mass, which radiated an intensity I could feel. I realised that what I was seeing was a representation of a psychic condition within humanity. The searing, seething, molten mass was a deep layer of fear, pain, hatred, frustration, suffering, and other negative emotions, much of it crusted over.

The volcanoes were places where this ancient stuff was erupting into manifestation, and I realised that the particular volcano over which I hovered was Rwanda. The volcanoes were horrible places. but they gave access to the deeper layer of human pain beneath the surface.

As I watched I saw countless silvery lights hovering about these volcanoes and plunging into them. right into the seething, molten stuff. I realised that these lights were individual beings, some discarnate, some non-human, some humans who were operating in their sleep state or through prayerful or meditative and prayerful projections. They would bathe in and connect with the many streams of light crisscrossing the landscape, including the one that I was in that was being radiated out from the Findhorn Angel, and as they did so. they would glow more brightly, like a light being charged up. Then they would dive into the volcano, into the midst of the suffering and pain.

To observe what was happening I felt compelled to dive into the volcano myself, which psychically felt much like it might feel to dive into a real pool of molten lava. I however, as I was about to hit the stuff, I was infused with a protective, cooling light, so that even though I was in the midst of this psychic material, I felt unharmed by it. I then could see all these light-filled beings radiating in a way that cooled, transformed, and released the ancient conditions of pain and anger, hatred and fear that form the substance of this mass.

I then found myself back in the body of the Angel, hovering over the Community. It was very clear that I had been shown one of the services that this Community provides, drawing upon the on-going inner and outer work of the Community, as well as upon its own spiritual connections with the sacred, to send streams of light into the world that served those on both inner and outer levels who work to heal humanity from its ancient wounds and their modern eruptions. Though the Angel did this work and drew upon the Community’s energy whether the Community consciously cooperated or not, it was evident that any and all acts of personal and collective cooperation with this process. as well as with the general acts of blessing and empowerment that flow out from this Angel to the larger world, would serve to enhance and intensify the various streams of light that are the Angel’s and your gifts to the planet.

David Spangler, August 1994.