Beacons of Light, April 2025: The Ceramic Angel, Steve Rother, 18

Greetings from Home, dear humans.

I am Zandria and I wish to tell you a story. This is a story of a young girl growing up in today’s world.

Meet Skylar, a 9-year-old who has a bright energy and goes by the name Sky. Her name fits, as her big blue eyes light up the room when she enters. She’s the youngest of three children in the Redford family. Sky sparked a new light into this loving family, as she came in with a clear direction from her spirit as to what she hoped to accomplish in this incarnation. But, of course, she had no memory of this and was simply trying to find her way to fit into a 9-year-old world. Her two brothers are much older than Sky, they were separated by 11 and 9 years. Her parents thought their family was complete before she came along.

Sky’s mother always hoped for a girl but was very happy and quite busy with the two boys; she loved her family very much. Then, unexpectedly she found herself pregnant at the age of 41. Everyone, including her doctor, was deeply concerned because she had problems with the last pregnancy and was told she could not have any more children. That, however, did not stop Sky’s arrival.

From the very beginning of her life Sky was such a joyful child. She was always the one who could find the bright side of any situation, and her mother was so proud of her. Her mother was the one who really understood her and helped her through the tough times in her life. She shared stories of her life openly and gave Sky a strong sense of self-worth, confidence and pride. She was 11 when her mother became seriously ill. When she was only 12her mom passed away, and Sky lost her smile.

Sky felt hopeless and abandoned after that, and could not find any meaning in life. Although she did not blame her mother, Sky found it hard to smile. The bright side of life she had always found had dimmed. Her teachers were worried about her as they saw the drastic change. Even the counselor she saw was of little help. Her father tried to reach out to her, but he wasn’t much help either. He was going through his own grief at the loss of his wife and felt hollow inside. There was always a little distance between Sky and her father anyway. He was very controlling and she often rebelled against that. Sky’s life in the years that followed were like empty steps through the sands of time.

Four years passed by quickly and the dark clouds remained. Sky’s oldest brother moved out of the house and the family dynamic shifted again. He was the only one in the family that seemed to relate to her and understand her. After that Sky felt even emptier as she searched for meaning in her life. Now approaching 16 years of age, her friends were excited about life, boys and having fun. But she was just sort of there and very little seemed to ignite those beautiful blue eyes that once lit up the room.

One day her father gave Sky the job of clearing out old items from the garage. It was difficult for her, because her mother’s clothes were among the boxes she had to go through. Tears were shed as she remembered her mother’s favorite clothes and the old books she saved.  Some were textbooks from her college days, along with yearbooks from high school that showed how much Sky looked like her mother in her younger days. At times she felt her mother was looking over her shoulder and often turned around to see if she was there. Sky could still hear her mother’s voice as clearly as if it were yesterday.

As Sky was clearing up the remaining boxes to be donated, she heard her mother’s voice say:  “the small box”. Sky looked around but did not see anything like a small box, so she finished her works and went inside to prepare dinner. She thought that she must have imagined it. Later she went to bed only to awaken at 3am with the day’s events running through her head. And what about those words, “the small box?” She tried to go back to sleep but to no avail.

Finally, Sky got up, found a flashlight and went to the garage to look again for this mysterious small box that haunted her thoughts. Once again, she looked through the boxes of clothes and books her mother had left behind. They were all stacked near the garage door, ready for pick up by a local charity. After going through every one of them she found nothing. So, with that she was then ready to go back to bed. But as she was leaving the garage, she shone her flashlight on the now empty shelves where these boxes had been stored. And there in a corner Sky saw a scarf she had missed. She had to stand on a stool to reach it, as it was in the far corner of an upper shelf. She was going to place it in the boxes for donation when she noticed a small cardboard box beneath it.

Sky felt a shiver flow through her entire body. The tears started again as she balanced carefully on that stool reaching for the box. It almost felt like someone’s hands were steadying her. Climbing down, she sat on the floor staring at the box in anticipation. She felt her mother all around her. Although she was still a bit skeptical, Sky slowly opened the box. She saw nothing but balls of cotton. Disappointed, Sky pushed her fingers into the cotton and felt something beneath it. She then pulled out a beautiful, delicate, ceramic angel about two inches tall. The cotton was there to protect it.

She sat there for the longest time just looking at it, with tears flowing in full force now. Sky knew this was something special of her mother’s and was so happy to have found it.She used the scarf to wipe the tears that flowed. She would keep this forever as a reminder of her mother. Sky pulled out the cotton balls and placed them on the floor next to her, preparing to put the angel back in the box for safe keeping. That’s when she found the folded paper at the bottom of the box, it was a note in her mother’s handwriting.

The date at the top was eight years before Skylar was born, a year after her youngest brother was born. Sky was shaking as she read the note.

This is to my daughter. I always knew I would have a daughter and now I know that will not happen in this life time due to medical complications. This was an angel I saw and bought for her to remind her how special she is. I had hoped to give it to her on her 16th birthday as she became a woman. I can only hope that one day she may find her way into my life perhaps as a granddaughter or in another form. It is my hope that this angel will find its way to her at some point in her life. It will watch over her and will be a channel for all the love I would have liked to have given her. She should know that all the angels in heaven are as proud of her as I am.

It was signed by her mother. Sky carefully held the box as she ran into the house awakening her father from a deep sleep. Between her tears she showed him the angel and the note. Her father never knew his wife had done this. Sky never did get back to sleep that night, but it did not matter, as the light had magically returned to her eyes once again. She had found a new place for her mother to remain in her life. That night Sky learned the secret of grieving.

Sky kept that angel all of her life and even repaired it once when one of the wings broke off from a fall. Sky went on to become a renowned psychologist and author specializing in the area of grief.  With her gifts she touched the lives of many, young and old. When she finally graduated from the Earth plane at the age of 84, her last will and testament stated that the ceramic angel was to be passed on to her great-granddaughter on her 16th birthday.  What Sky did not know is that her great-granddaughter was the reincarnation of her mother, so the circle of love was now complete.

I, Zandria, watch over the feminine energy in all of you. I encourage that beautiful energy to flourish and bloom upon the Earth. Male or female, you all need to know how special you are and that the feminine is rising now on the Earth. Let the ceramic angel be a re-minder of our love for you.

Please remember to treat each other with respect, nurture one another and play well together.   

I love you,

Zandria

A note from Steve: Although Zandria reframed this story to talk about grief, it is a true story. The angel was left behind by my wife Barbara many years ago, in a small box with a note to her granddaughter. It was just recently found and passed onto its rightful heir. I am sure Barbara is smiling.

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