The other day an old classmate of mine re-posted a picture (none of these) of what appeared to be an angel in the clouds. As a sky-watcher, I love to look at clouds and see all kinds of things in them. These apparitions are a combination of ever shifting collections of water and dust in the atmosphere (clouds) and my own tendency to look for the familiar in chaos. Chaos is very familiar to me.
I saw the angel this friend wanted me to see. I don’t subscribe to the original poster’s belief that it was in fact a supernatural being or that there is an actual war raging between angels and demons above us. Recently, however, I was surprised to learn that there still exists today an entire body of literalist ‘Christians’ who believe thunder, lightning and unexplained lights in the sky are physical evidence of martial conflict. These believers even have their own talk shows on satellite radio. As a student of human behavior, it is fascinating to me to listen to them connect biblical passages, natural occurrences, and their own strained interpretations of things. It’s also a little sad.
Nonetheless, I too revel in watching the sky. I find a lot of things there, animals, people, fanciful beings, but mostly I find a reflection of me. Looking up makes me consider how I look at things here on the ground. I try hard to remember the limited life science I’ve learned, but often I simply marvel at the beauty and majesty of existence. Sometimes I am awestruck by the effect of Sunshine on the atmosphere (and on me). I love to lie on my back like a child and watch amazing creatures morph into and out of existence, and to share stories with whomever is there about what we see. Sometimes, I even see ominous things that remind me of how dark the world can be.
Sometimes the images are formed by the clouds themselves, sometimes by the light shining through, or the sun or moon, or even out of clear blue and what is not there. That too is a reflection of me. I’ve long-held that one should ‘seek your truth where you find it’. Like the ‘angel’ in the clouds teaches us though, truth isn’t always that which we think we see. When I lift my eyes and spirit to the heavens I find universal Love, Light, Unity, Infinity, …but that’s just me. I Am what I Am and it works for me. When you raise your mind’s eye, what do you see?