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“Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”  –William Shakespeare, Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5.


There are times when such grim and haunting words can seem like an accurate depiction of the futility of existence. But is life really this mean and meaningless?

Many people believe that we are all born with angels-in-waiting who attend us throughout our lifetime. Others believe that this is childish nonsense. However, there have been many credible accounts of angel sightings throughout history. And in 2011, in her autobiography, Angels in my Hair, Irish mystic Lorna Byrne describes how her family assumed she was of low intelligence since in infancy she looked beyond them rather than at them for she was so fascinated by the angelic beings that surrounded them all.

Of course the most persuasive testimony when it comes to angels is our own personal experience. And such experience is ours for the asking –– whether we can see our etheric guides and helpers or not.

Recently, in the unprecedented isolation that many of us are currently experiencing, I was engulfed with loneliness that evoked memories of my childhood and the perpetual hunger I felt for my mother’s unreachable affection and approval. So, I called to my angels –– whom I don’t know well enough to call by name –– and asked them to help me experience the healing and empowering energies of divine Mother Love.

Next time I sat down for meditation, a wave of such Love energy washed over me. And because I’m a compulsive writer, I was compelled to interrupt the experience to endeavor to describe it in words. Here’s what occurred to me (with slight editing):

Something greater than

the Mother Love I never received enough of …

Something sweeter than

honeysuckle nectar flowing through my veins

planting flowers of beauty and poetry deep inside my brain

Healing my heart with the ever-flowing reign

of this nectar of the gods –– so much

more potent than cocaine.

I asked my angels

And this was their refrain:

Just Love. Is there anything else

To live for –– or become more of?


After that, I decided to make it a regular practice to deepen my relationship with the angels –– not only as the best antidote to the misery that sometimes overtakes me (even in the company of others). But to use this time of prolonged aloneness to draw nearer to my angels and request that they draw nearer in partnership with me. So, this is how I edited Macbeth’s summary statement about the nature of life:

Life is a stage we go through –– with Angels waiting in the wings.

Laurel Airica

My abiding fascination with the English language has enabled me to develop great skill in using it to express ideas that make a positive difference in people’s lives.