THE ANGELS SCRIBE AND INSIGHT

THE ANGELS SCRIBE AND INSIGHT

These two angels were revealed eleven years ago. They have been extremely helpful to me… and, I am sure, helpful to all who climb Prayer Mountain. I have received more instruction from these two angels than any others.

I am daily thankful to the Lord for each of the angels He has allowed me to know. They have enriched my life through their dedication to the Lord. They have blessed me with their instruction and – if I may say so – their friendship.

How can we not but rejoice exceedingly having the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit with us at all times, the bonus of being assisted by the angels He has assigned to us, and special instruction given by angels sent to augment our understanding.

Dear children of the living God you may not see these angels (as yet…just give it time) but let me assure you, they are hard at work in your behalf.


JULY 12, 2006: PRAYER MOUNTAIN

When we arrived at the gazebo, an angel appeared to my left side across the path. He was seated on a high stool before a high slanted desk (the type seen in Dickens’ times). At the top to the right side of the desk was a hole that held an ink well. Beneath the writing surface a book rested on a shelf. He was writing on a sheet of paper – probably a page that would be inserted into the book. He wrote with a white feather quill. I could not see the ink because it was beneath my view. However, when he dipped the quill into the inkwell, the ink shone as he moved it to the page to write.

His garment was a deep blue with symbols woven deep within the fabric. He had flaming red hair braided at the back hanging down to his waist (to keep it out of his work, I suppose).

Since he was seated sideways to us in the gazebo, the angel turned his head slightly to address me. “You have asked that a book of the Holy One’s deeds and promises be written concerning this ridge. He has answered your request.” He indicated the book beneath the writing surface. I have much to do to record for you the happenings since the beginning of time until now.”

“Goodness,” I said, “I didn’t mean to record from the beginning of time. I meant now – during this time.”

“The Holy One has a history here before you came and will continue to have a history. You who have come at this propitious time are now woven into the fabric of His purposes and of His promises. His history is forever. But in order that you may recall your portion in His mighty history (I felt that he meant concerning this ridge) He has authorized a Book of Remembrance to be written. You have requested that you would bring the Holy One and all that He is doing to remembrance. He is granting you your request.”

He continued: “I am a SCRIBE sent to record for you this history – as you have said – lest you forget.”

Another angel appeared. He had an easel. On this was a cork bulletin board (well it looked like cork.) His clothes would flash ever so often with intense light. When the bright flash would come it would cover his entire body.

The red headed angel spoke: “This is INSIGHT. His skills bring forth knowledge through remembrance. Remembrance not only deepens appreciation (for what is and has already occurred) it brings forth insight leading to knowledge of the Holy One and His ways.”

The angel INSIGHT removed a line from the book and placed it on the board. Then he brought forth a magnifying glass and held it in front of that particular line of writing. The glass made the writing larger – but it was in a language I did not understand. INSIGHT turned to me, smiling – as if to say: ‘do you see with a clearer eye?’

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t understand the language.”

The angel snapped his head back to look at the board. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Now,” he continued, turning back to me. The writing changed to English. It was the account of our walk up to the ridge that very morning.

“My word,” I said, “you ARE writing a BOOK OF REMEMBRANCE.”

“And the Holy One will give insight,” INSIGHT said. His garment flashed a brilliant light. (“Flashes of insight,” I chuckled to myself.)

“Thank you – both of you – and thank You, Lord.” I said.