Uriel's Gift

<p>"I died on the seventeenth of July 1996 - Life became very interesting after that."</p><p>Suddenly I found myself with Jesus Archangel Uriel and a third spiritual presence looking down at my body still strapped inside the wreck of my car.</p><p>They showed me why I was here in this life and where I was up to with my life's purpose.</p><p>They showed me how this life connects to both past and future lives. Then they gave me a choice: stay with them or come back and fulfill that purpose.</p><p>The price for choosing to return was to forfiet most of the details they had shown me although I would be allowed to remember some from time to time as my life progressed. And I was allowed to remember that they had shown me.</p><p>I woke back in my body to pain a vision of my lifeline and a promise.</p><p>The lifeline vision told me that my life would take a completely different direction.</p><p>That vision was the first of many and many of them are part of Uriel's Gift.</p><p>The promise wasn't like<em> </em><em>I promise not to eat the last piece of cake or I promise to clean my room.</em></p><p>It was more a promise like the first blush of crimson on the horizon is the promise of a new dawn and that new dawn promises a new day full of wonder and love and fun. It promised something magical and it promised something new and different in a way that felt like a smile.</p><p>Several months after the accident in a personal developement class the facilitator Jayson conducted a guided meditation that was specifically designed to meet and recieve a gift from our sponsoring archangel.</p><p>While in meditation a figure appeared before me and identified himself as Archangel Uriel. He was a little taller than I was wore a robe like a monk's and his wings were not showing. He held something out to me with both hands: a gift.</p><p>I looked down to see a leather-bound book the colour of blood.</p><p>Tentatively I took the book from his hands and opened it every page was blank.</p><p>I asked Uriel <em>What's supposed to go in the book?</em></p><p><em>Your experiences. Fill the pages with the things you see on your journey.</em></p><p>Totally confused I closed the book and thanked him for his gift. I asked <em>Who would want to read about me? I'm just a bricklayer.</em></p><p>He just smiled. <em>It's your book. Fill the pages. Write what you see.</em></p><p>And then he was gone.</p><p>Two weeks later and again in meditation I was guided to a clearing in a forest where I was told if I was ready one of my guides would come.</p><p>Jason was good at taking people through guided meditations. I enjoyed the feel and smell of the forest while wondering what sort of experiences the other class members were having. As I wondered about theirs I felt sure I wouldn't experience anything worth discussing.</p><p>I entered the forest clearing and found Jesus sitting on a log waiting for me. He was dressed in a long sleeved off white robe belted at the waist. I didn't know how but I knew that his robe was made from woven goat hair that it was a workingman's robe. He wore leather sandals that wrapped several times around his ankles and calves; and I wore exactly the same robe and sandals as Jesus. Only I was a small child maybe six years old standing as high as the middle of his thigh; and I looked like a child playing dress-up wearing his much-too-big father's clothes.</p><p>I sat down beside him on the log in the middle of the forest clearing. I looked up and asked <em>Why are you here?</em></p><p>He looked down at me with laughter in his eyes. <em>Write your book. All the answers are in it.</em></p><p>He let me think about that for a bit and then said. <em>I will teach you through visions and dreams through meditation and astral travel put the things you see into your book.</em></p>