As we travel, a group of us, I look to my left and can only see the faces of my fellow care givers, dimly lit by the distant star light. Ahead of us, a small planet on the physical level comes into our view, becoming larger by the second. We slow our approach and focus on an area where we have been called upon from.
Gently gliding down through clouds—brightened by a sun’s light reflecting off a nearby moon—I take another look to my friends. Their wings are outstretched; there is barely room for a cherub to pass between.
Coming to a stop above the solid ground of a mountain top, I notice the nature workers moving to the side to greet us and give us room. They are always so happy to see us, as we are happy to see them. I focus my attention to the matter at hand—and so do my fellow care givers—to the city below.
Such noise and discomfort has accumulated, yet the peoples sleep, as it is their time of rest. The workers have become silent and stationary as they watch the light descend from above us—as large as the area we have come to—along with golden flakes floating about in the air.
“A beautiful day approaches,” we whisper to the peoples floating in the light before they awaken. We complete our giving for this visit. We bow and say good bye to the workers, while the energy of love that surrounds the city begins to pull us back to where we had originally taken the call.
“Yes indeed,” I reply to a giver who comments on our mission… of giving well.