Ephemeral Epiphanies

The Miraculous Power Prayer & God’s Angelic Servants

The Seed:

Facebook post by Jean Sheldon:

“I am asking everyone to say a prayer for “Darkhorse” 3rd Battalion 5th Marines and their families. They are fighting it out in Afghanistan & they have lost many in 4 days. IT WOULD BE NICE TO SEE the message spread if more could pass it on.
Nothing in the media about these guys because no one seems to care:
Justin Allen, 23, Brett Linley, 29, Matthew Weikert, 29, Justus Bartett, 27,
Dave Santos, 21, Chase Stanley, 21, Jesse Reed, 26, Matthew Johnson, 21,
Zachary Fisher, 24, Brandon King, 23, Christopher Goeke, 23, Sheldon Tate, 27.
All are American soldiers that gave their lives for YOU this week.

Please Honor them by re-posting this.”

The Epiphany: 

For sharing convenience content has been posted as JPG images, immediately followed by full text.




…Even if you have never prayed in your life, just call on him.

HE WILL come to your aid and PROTECT YOU WITH HIS POWER!

A Prayer for “Darkhorse” 3rd Battalion 5th Marines

O Glorious Prince, St. Michael the Archangel, 

Defend us in battle 

And in the fearful warfare that we are waging 

Against the principalities and powers, 

Against the rulers of this world of darkness, 

Against Evil.


Archangel Michael,

Come to the assistance of your Human Soldiers, 

Incarnate Souls manifested by The Supreme Creator, 

formed through The Divine Energy that is Immanent in All Beings.


Archangel Michael,

Fight these days the battle of The Lord with The Legions of Holy Angels, 

even as the time you fought against

The Original Challenger of The Divine, known by many names:

Abaddon, Apollyon, Deceiver, Leviathan, Lucifer, Satan, Thief, Wicked One, 

Leader of The Proud Spirits and All The Rebel Angels. 

They are powerless to stand against you! 

No more is their place found in your presence!


 Transformed by darkness, The Original Challenger of The Divine

continues to creep about in the realm of humankind.

Still guised as an angel of light, he has regained his confidence,

and together with his multitude of wicked followers, he moves across the land,

attempting to invade our hearts and shatter our connection to The Divine Creator.


In The Name of The Supreme, 

And In The Name of The Christ,

Make haste, therefore, Archangel Michael, Invincible Prince. 

Bring victory to us—who are connected to Supreme Spirit—over these crafty enemies of humankind.


For we are protected by that which our enemies cannot know:

The Giver of Life,

Divine Love—Perfect Peace—Eternal Bliss,

The Infinite, The Omnipresent, The Intellect in Action, The Manifesting Power,

The Pure Consciousness,

The Great Experience,

The Profound State of Ecstasy,

The Supreme Universal Spirit.


As humble servants and faithful soldiers,

We acknowledge and seek these aspects, this presence, and its guidance in our lives at all times.


Archangel Michael, GRANT US VICTORY!


In gratitude,


The Indulgence of Leo XIII, 25 September 1888: A Modern Rewriting, by Amanda Sheldon 21 September 2012



…Even if you have never prayed in your life, just call on him.

HE WILL come to your aid and PROTECT YOU WITH HIS POWER!

A Letter from Michael.
There’s a story about a young Marine named Michael who wrote a letter home to his mother while he was in the hospital after having been wounded in Korea in 1950.  A Navy Chaplain named Father Walter Muldy apparently was given the letter, checked the facts and concluded what was in the letter was true. A year later he read the letter in public for the first time, to a gathering of some 5,000 Marines at the Naval Base in San Diego.

Dear Mom,

I wouldn’t dare write this letter to anyone but you because no one else would believe it. Maybe even you will find it hard but I have got to tell somebody. First off, I am in a hospital. Now don’t worry, ya hear me, don’t worry. I was wounded but I’m okay you understand. Okay. The doctor says that I will be up and around in a month.

But that’s not what I want to tell you.

Remember when I joined the Marines last year; remember when I left, how you told me to say a prayer to St. Michael every day. You really didn’t have to tell me that. Ever since I can remember you always told me to pray to St. Michael the Archangel. You even named me after him. Well I always have.

When I got to Korea, I prayed even harder. Remember the prayer that you taught me? “Michael, Michael of the morning, fresh chord of Heaven adorning,” you know the rest of it. Well I said it everyday. Sometimes when I was marching or sometimes resting. But always before I went to sleep. I even got some of the other fellas to say it.

Well, one day I was with an advance detail way up over the front lines. We were scouting for the Commies. I was plodding along in the bitter cold, my breath was like cigar smoke.

I thought I knew every guy in the patrol, when along side of me comes another Marine I never met before. He was bigger than any other Marine I’d ever seen. He must have been 6’4″ and built in proportion. It gave me a feeling of security to have such a body near.

Anyway, there we were trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start conversation I said, “Cold ain’t it.” And then I laughed. Here I was with a good chance of getting killed any minute and I am talking about the weather.

My companion seemed to understand. I heard him laugh softly. I looked at him, “I have never seen you before, I thought I knew every man in the outfit.”

“I just joined at the last minute”, he replied. “The name is Michael.”

“Is that so,” I said surprised. “That is my name too.”

“I know,” he said and then went on, “Michael, Michael of the morning …”

I was too amazed to say anything for a minute. How did he know my name, and a prayer that you had taught me? Then I smiled to myself, every guy in the outfit knew about me. Hadn’t I taught the prayer to anybody who would listen. Why now and then, they even referred to me as St. Michael. Neither of us spoke for a time and then he broke the silence.

“We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”

He must have been in fine physical shape or he was breathing so lightly I couldn’t see his breath. Mine poured out in great clouds. There was no smile on his face now. Trouble ahead, I thought to myself, well with the Commies all around us, that is no great revelation. Snow began to fall in great thick globs. In a brief moment the whole countryside was blotted out. And I was marching in a white fog of sticky particles. My companion disappeared.

“Michael,” I shouted in sudden alarm.

I felt his hand on my arm, his voice was rich and strong, “This will stop shortly.”

His prophecy proved to be correct. In a few minutes the snow stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The sun was a hard shining disc. I looked back for the rest of the patrol, there was no one in sight. We lost them in that heavy fall of snow. I looked ahead as we came over a little rise.

Mom, my heart stopped. There were seven of them. Seven Commies in their padded pants and jackets and their funny hats. Only there wasn’t anything funny about them now. Seven rifles were aimed at us.

“Down Michael,” I screamed and hit the frozen earth.

I heard those rifles fire almost as one. I heard the bullets. There was Michael still standing. Mom, those guys couldn’t have missed, not at that range. I expected to see him literally blown to bits. But there he stood, making no effort to fire himself. He was paralyzed with fear. It happens sometimes, Mom, even to the bravest. He was like a bird fascinated by a snake. At least, that was what I thought then. I jumped up to pull him down and that was when I got mine I felt a sudden flame in my chest. I often wondered what it felt like to be hit, now I know..

I remember feeling strong arms around me, arms that laid me ever so gently on a pillow of snow. I opened my eyes, for one last look. I was dying. Maybe I was even dead, I remember thinking well, this is not so bad. Maybe I was looking into the sun. Maybe I was in shock. But it seemed I saw Michael standing erect again only this time his face was shining with a terrible splendor. As I say, maybe it was the sun in my eyes, but he seemed to change as I watched him. He grew bigger, his arms stretched out wide, maybe it was the snow falling again, but there was a brightness around him like the wings of an angel. In his hands was a sword. A sword that flashed with a million lights. Well, that is the last thing I remember until the rest of the fellas came up and found me. I do not know how much time had passed. Now and then I had but a moment’s rest from the pain and fever. I remember telling them of the enemy just ahead.

“Where is Michael,” I asked.

I saw them look at one another. “Where’s who?” asked one.

“Michael, Michael the big Marine I was walking with just before the snow squall hit us.”

“Kid,” said the sergeant, “You weren’t walking with anyone. I had my eyes on you the whole time. You were getting too far out. I was just going to call you in when you disappeared in the snow.”

He looked at me, curiously. “How did you do it kid?”

“How’d I do what?” I asked half angry despite my wound. “This marine named Michael and I were just …”

“Son,” said the sergeant kindly, ” I picked out this outfit myself and there just ain’t another Michael in it. You are the only Mike in it.”

He paused for a minute, “Just how did you do it kid? We heard shots. There hasn’t been a shot fired from your rifle. And there isn’t a bit of lead in them seven bodies over the hill there.”

I didn’t say anything, what could I say. I could only look open-mouthed with amazement.

It was then the sergeant spoke again, “Kid,” he said gently,

“every one of those seven Commies was killed by a sword stroke.”

That is all I can tell you Mom.

As I say, it may have been the sun in my eyes, it may have been the cold or the pain, but that is what happened.



The prayer which Marine soldier named Michael’s said every morning, remained a mystery until an a saintly elderly priest, Fr. Joseph Reitz, was found:

Michael, Michael, of the morning,
Fresh chord of Heaven adorning,
Keep me safe today
And in time of temptation,
Drive the devil away.


A Letter from Michael     http://www.tldm.org/News10/MarineNamedMichael.htm

Ephemeral Epiphanies

The “I am” Paradox

The Seed:

An excerpt from “Our Divine Birthright and the power of I Am” by Cinnamon Crow

Link: Our Divine Birthright and the power of I Am     http://mysticlivingtoday.com/view_page.php?ID=483

When on the mountain, Moses asked for the name of God.  He was told “I AM THAT I AM.” (Exodus 3:14)  Later, when given the Ten Commandments, the third stated “You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain… Contrary to popular belief, using God’s name in vain does not mean damning God.  How can you damn an eternal Being, The Creator of The Universe?  The answer is that you can’t.  What that commandment really means is to not use the words I Am, God’s name, in a negative way.  This is the misuse that God warned against.  Those who misuse I Am will suffer the consequences.  Likewise, those who use it wisely will reap the rewards…

When you use negative I Am statements, you actually create these things, grounding them into physical reality.  This is the warning God gave Moses… We create through low self-esteem and negative thoughts.  Pay attention to the casual way you use I Am.  You will be surprised at just how carelessly you speak.  When you find yourself using a negative I Am statement, make it a point to immediately change it to a positive.

Epiphany (first experienced in 1999):

Thank you, Cinnamon, for your eloquent & profound expression of the undeniable logic that “I AM.” The fact I was directed to your blog (via the purchase of The Chakra Zodiac Healing Oracle) is fitting, as I now receive very prompt & constant feedback/confirmation from The Universe when I am walking on “My Path.”

Just days ago, I was talking to a life-long friend who is in deep turmoil & pain…

  • torn between answering the call of her “Inner Divine”

  • and years of conditioning in religious dogma.

In our conversation, I shared a similar epiphany which came to me many years ago.

I call it the “I am [X-Y-Z] Paradox.”

When this concept* first took root in my Mind, Body & Spirit, the rug was simultaneously & gently pulled out from under the vicious (self-obsessive, self-loathing, negative-self-talking) cycle I was caught in, and it goes like this: 

I love [My Creator**] Isis!

Isis loves ME!

I AM of Isis!

Therefore, I love ME!

*Requisite Tenet: I believe that I AM manifest from a Divine Source which is nonjudgmental, wants the best for me, and loves me unconditionally.
**e.g. [My Creator], any Name or Concept of the Divine may be substituted here…whatever works. My journey was such that Isis manifested in my life, at that time, to help me re-connect to my belief in a loving Creator (…but that’s another story, for another time).
So, if I believe these statements, then by default, it would be a PARADOX for me to think or say anything [X-Y-Z], which contradicts them.
Likewise, Cinnamon, you have perfectly elaborated this same idea, but in a way that allows traditional Christians to embrace their Inner Divine without having to abandon many long-held core principles of FAITH. Thank you again, and I will pass the beautiful truth of your message along to my friend.

…awakening to Inner Divinity:

My “awakening to Inner Divinity”—steadily stirring throughout my life’s journey, even when I was not aware of it—began “Ascending” at a glorious, light-propelled, exponential pace just about one-year ago. It will be of no surprise that—in my Chakra Life-Cycle—I am very near to completing my Third-Eye (Anja) Year of my Third-Eye Cycle. (i.e. The 6th Annum of The 6th Heptade; I will be 41.) With every thought I have, emotion I feel, and action I take… within a matter of days, if not hours or minutes and whether I look for it or not …I receive some form of confirmation from The Universe that with every step I am more deeply entrenched in the path to fulfilling my “Life’s Purpose.” With each successive confirmation, my self-doubt fades farther into darkness and my inner-knowing extends forward into the light.
Although the healthy development & activity of my chakras were significantly blocked, during most of my Sacral & Solar-Plexus (Svadithana & Manipura) Cycles, due to my gluttonous abuse of drugs & alcohol; in the middle of the Third-Eye Year of my Solar Plexus Cycle, The Universe gifted me a narrow (and perhaps ultimate) window of opportunity to LIVE. Obviously, I am here writing this today because I accepted.

In the wake of sharing this contextual tidbit, however, I would be remiss if I did not mention that my 1999-epiphany did not occur until the following Crown (Sahasrara) Year and not without 

  • help from countless other people & resources..
  • daily prayer & meditation…
  • & rigorous self-examination along the way.
That is to say, these epiphanies did not always occur instantaneously or effortlessly, nor while I was passively sitting back waiting for them to happen. I had to stop being a victim and start becoming a master of my own life & circumstances. The difference? Today I feel the LOVE, JOY, BLISS & PERFECT-PEACE or “Ananda Shanti” of (dancing, skipping, meandering or sitting-quietly along) THE JOURNEY, rather than the FEAR, MISERY, FRAGMENTATION & ANXIETY of (slipping, sliding, stumbling or racing-blindly towards) THE DESTINATION.


“I am” is the fundament of connectedness to

The Base Chakra, Muladhara.

How cool is that?

Astrology, Spirit

Cosmic Hug

The Seed:
Leaving home this morning, I looked up and was embraced in peace—a cosmic group hug—


at the site of The Moon (Thoth), Venus (Hathor), Sirius (Isis) & Orion (Osiris) all together within the periphery of a single gaze. I imagined a grand meeting in the heavens of the Highest Aspects of The Supreme Consiousness. All waiting together for the Rising of The Sun (Ra), who supports them and raises them up to an even higher vibrational energy.

The Epiphany:

I thought of the souls whose incarnate form was sacrificed so many years ago today, on September 11, 2001. The innermost part of my being knows that they have returned to The Great Universal Source and are working, right now, to help raise the consciousness of mankind on earth. By their memory alone (i.e. even if you do not see things quite the way I do), each of us are compelled to pause and take some lesson from the tragedy that befell this day eleven years ago.

Although, there surely are many more…

Today, I will dwell on the lesson that I must live each moment as if it were my last…

…knowing that my loving Creator cradles me in safety at all times.

I will ask myself:

What kind of testament would my life have been to The Creator if I left this plane today?

Have I worked each day, in the here & now, to send out light & love to all my fellow beings?

Would I walk worthily into the next realm—practiced & prepared—to continue making a contribution to the elevation of Universal Consiousness?

As I conclude these thoughts here in the Fitness Studio this morning—as always and without fail—

Ra rises before me in the East.

Amun! Ashé! Namaha! Amen!