A couple of weeks ago… I was having a conversation with some friends.   We were talking about our dogs and such.  And then.  And then…

As it went… one of them asked me if I believe in Angels.  I said, without hesitation…. “Well HECK yeah!”  Probably not the best response in reference to angels.  I should have said “Heavens, yes.”  At any rate.

It just so happens that I do believe in Angels.  Or whatever you want to call them.  Some people say they are “Spirit Guides” or “Spirits Passed” or “Ghosts” or “Otherworldly Beings.”  And on and on.

So… of course… I am not smart enough to know how all of this works.  While the human brain is quite an amazing structure, most of us mortals remain unaware of the larger universal occurrences.  We simply don’t know.

On the other hand, theories abound.  I feel pretty strongly that energy continues on.  Scientifically, this is proven.  It is constant.  Energy can be neither created nor destroyed, but can change form.  This is the Law of Conservation.

I think it flows all around us in all different forms.  We simply can’t see it.  Sort of like if you have a huge glass vat of light, fluffy, pinkish-white cotton candy, and you drop a pingpong ball in it . Then you seal the vat, and turn on the wind tunnel whip-digit-thing that makes it go around and around.  Now, you KNOW the pingpong ball is in the container, but it all spins around and around so fast.  Every once in a while, you get a glimpse of the ball.. ….. you may even hear it hit the sides of the glass…. but you can’t grab it, or touch it… nothing.

That  is sort of how the angel thing works… or spirits… or ghosts.  Like Cotton Candy and the PingPong Ball.   You see…. here lately… my Mom has been seeing a little girl standing in the corner of her room during the night.  And last night…. she said that my Dad was there with her too.

She really doesn’t have any reason to make this up.  In fact… I’m not even sure she could make it up.  So I believe her when she says she sees this. She knows it as plain as the nose on her face.

And just because WE can’t see it… doesn’t make it untrue.

But like the pingpong ball… others of us… only catch a glimpse…. IF anything at all.  The universe is cotton candy, I’ll tell you.  Cotton Candy.

By doubting we are led to question, by questioning we arrive at the truth.  — Peter Abelard