The Role of Angels in Our Lives: A Marvel Perspective

If you read my piece on the Marvel Cinematic Universe, you probably already know that I think Stan Lee is a prophet of a sort. There are certain people who create – I’d like to refer to them as “creators” – folks with amazing gifts and insights. I should let you know right here that I don’t believe in God or give my power to any other energy or authority figure. I’ve been a rebel as long as I can remember. That said, I do believe in angels. I’d like to think we’ve always been right when we told our kids that grandma is in heaven looking down on us, checking in to make sure that everything is okay. I think most of us have experienced a knowing that a loved one is with us in a particular moment. We feel emotions around that when it happens – but it begs the question, what does one actually DO in the afterlife? One can only be around our loved ones for so long. That can’t be much different from being alive. We don’t become somebody else while we’re there do we? All divinely happy and at peace. How boring.

I want to talk about Stan Lee’s Marvel Universe again, and this time it is my understanding of what Infinity War actually is. I believe it’s the plan to move forward – forever on this planet or until some other type of plan is necessary. We must always adapt.

Now that I believe in and understand reincarnation a little more, it begs the question about what happens to people in between times. Also, as I understand it, I was out about ten years the last time. I only wish I knew what I was cooking up between 1950 and 1960.

“I found myself_____________”. This is a phrase I’ve started using because I keep finding myself experiencing and doing things I would never have dreamt of. If I could share one lesson with you, it would be to notice what you find yourself doing.

As if possession wasn’t enough, I’ve found myself talking to our dead, helping them understand my worldview. We’ve discussed racial philosophy, and gotten up to date on what’s happening here. There’s been a lot about politics and how it’s connected to wealth.  We’ve covered tons on humanity and learning to let go of the toxic people in our lives. If Planet Earth is not renewing the lease for shitty people, maybe it’s best to get used to the idea of letting them go. We’ve also watched whole movies together to talk about growth as a people to demonstrate how humanity has changed since their departure. We’ve also talked about how they can help move us forward in more of a leaps and bounds type of change. They can help tremendously by teaching the newly passed all the philosophical meanderings we’ve been discussing.

Apparently, there is also a recipe for ascending a planet because it’s been done before. Frankly, I think I’ve done it before. A while back, I found myself saying, ”The code is in me.” I believe there are some of us who have the code in us. We find ourselves doing things naturally and don’t even think about why. It’s not surrender, but it definitely looks and feels more like taking one step at a time. Being intentional. If we don’t, we won’t have it become a part of who we are. It won’t be in our DNA so to speak. Integration is key.

So here I am, out here…alone. I had to be alone to “let it”. When the election came up, I decided to just let it. When considering the candidate on the left it seemed the definition of insanity, doing the same thing expecting a different result. When considering the candidate on the right…well let’s just say I have a favorite “ism”, that goes: In the spirit of fixing it or breaking it off all the way, let’s just go ahead and break it off.

Again, LET IT. We’re too far in to do anything else.

I won’t go into all of details, but here’s where I am philosophically and practically: What if we the people become the mirrors and the deadly sunlight used to vanquish the vampires – the corporations and their CEO’s and boards that have sucked this planet and our people dry by turning the tables on them? AND what if we do it from opposing planes?

They broke ALL the rules of decency to being with. What if we have the most amazing spies in the form of our angels? What if our angels find themselves in the rooms where the crimes happen? You’ve probably never thought about what our deceased military specialists do on the other side? Who better to do this kind of work? Have I mentioned I believe I’m a Ranger?

I’ve had some crazy specific things happen supernaturally around me, and it delights me to say that when the news broke about Hegseth’s text messages to a reporter, I KNEW that energy. These demons around me have shown me this trick. The good news is that they’ve used deceitful practices that “nice people” would never – could never if they were alive – but I can.

You know who else will? The military. Perhaps the only people who might be as sick of what’s happening here as me. The only guideline is that THEY had to break the rule first. What if the time I’ve spent with these a-holes, was the training/proving ground for practices we could now use against them?

This actually gives me more hope than almost any other thought I’ve encountered – and the best part? Nobody gets hurt in the making of this movie. 

The concept is that we battle the beings on the opposite plane from us. Demons from the “dead plane”, can’t kill a human. They can drive you crazy and make you want to kill yourself, but they can not kill you. Likewise, angels can’t even be seen let alone killed. We’ve come into an era where whistleblowing costs people their lives. What if these angelic specialists start putting entire pictures together? For instance, let’s not only root out sex trafficking, but tie it, the money trail and the people (politicians, law enforcement, and the wealthy), in a nice tidy package to expose them. We don’t even hear about sex trafficking anymore because the wealthy bought all the news outlets. 

Whaddya think? I’m not looking for a blessing, I’m out here letting you know what I’m doing. What WE are doing. I’m specifically killing demons on the other plane. 

Did I ever tell you that  when I was 18 and my dad died, I had recurring dreams that he was a spy?

Yeah…that happened.

Did I ever tell you that one of my daughter’s friends asked her if I worked for the CIA? 

Yeah, I was that mom.

Every once in a while, things just sort of click upon reflection.