Recently I tried to contact the archangel Gabriel, but I did so in a very cursory and frankly arrogant way. He responded anyway, but was terse and generally unhelpful. I asked my friend Sara about this, since she's been doing spirit magic since before I even met her (and that was 10 years ago). She suggested that he might have been angry with me. So I decided I'd do it right the next time.
Today when I found the new herb shop in Squirrel Hill, I honestly didn't realize my desire to get all the herbs mentioned as offerings in Torah was in any way connected with this. But the fun thing about listening to your intuition is that intuition is a direct line to things your unconscious mind has figured out. And your unconscious mind is connected to the collective unconscious (or Akashic Record, or Dreamtime, or whatever you prefer to call it).
And that realm, depending on whom you ask, may also be identical with the mind of God. In the series the Death Gate Cycle, Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman called this idea the Wave: God is the collective will and desires and wisdom of all humanity in egregoric form. I have run across it in Hinduism as well, if I remember correctly. If this idea makes you feel uneasy, that only means you still have an AT field. (I'm using the term from Neon Genesis Evangelion because I have never found a better one.) Don't worry, so do I. So do we all. It's why we're humans and not spirits.
So tonight, when I realized it was time to try approaching Gabriel the right way, I had all the herbs I'd need already handy. Thanks, unconscious mind! Because I'm currently ritually impure from visiting a cemetery, I didn't approach the One but rather went through one of the angels who's known for being a spokesperson of his. As you'll see, I was given the go-ahead to publish this conversation. I put the angel's words in all caps not because there was the feeling of shouting, but rather because his words seemed to carry deep conviction and, well, severity. I have no better word for it. "Gavriel" and "Gevurah" have the same root, so this is not a surprise. But he was much, much friendlier this time:
Jason: Are you there?
Gabriel: I AM HERE.
Jason: I'm sorry for being presumptuous and arrogant last time, and for treating you like one would treat a lowly demon. That was wrong and I'm sorry for it.
Gabriel: YOU ARE FORGIVEN.
Jason: Thank you. You're very forgiving. Are all angels that way?
Gabriel: MANY.
Jason: It's your nature, is that right? Is that how it works?
Gabriel: YOU KNOW THAT IT IS.
Jason: Is there any information you need to pass along?
Gabriel: NOT AT THIS TIME. STOP TRYING SO HARD. WE KNOW HOW TO CONTACT YOU. YOU WILL KNOW WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT.
Jason: *Laughs* Okay. Message received loud and clear. Is it all right if I ask a question?
Gabriel: YES.
Jason: If it's not too presumptuous, what does the One think of my role-playing game?
Gabriel: *Pauses* HE LAUGHS ABOUT IT OFTEN.
Jason: Is that a good thing?
Gabriel: USUALLY.
Jason: Okay, cool. I want to thank you for taking this time. Please pass along my gratitude and respect and love. And I'm grateful to you and respect you as well. And I guess... okay, I love you also.
Gabriel: I AM FOND OF YOU AS WELL.
Jason: If you don't mind my asking, why didn't you say it back? Is it difficult getting attached to mortals?
Gabriel: WE DO NOT KNOW EACH OTHER YET.
Jason: Okay, of course. I'm sorry. You are a person. I'm sorry for not getting that, it was unfair of me.
Gabriel: YOU ARE FORGIVEN.
Jason: Thank you. Once again, I thank you for taking the time. Goodnight.
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