Experiencing Awe

I was working with a client the other day, one I hadn’t seen in a while. Her mother, a brother, and a sister all came through from the spirit side, which was validating and lovely.

Suddenly, I felt a magnificent presence and I knew immediately that it was Archangel Michael.

I work with the archangels, and I typically sense that they’re with me when I call on them, but this was different. Tears sprang to my eyes. I felt humbled, like I should be kneeling. I had trouble finding words.

“Do you work with Archangel Michael?” I asked my client. “I mean, do you talk to him and pray to him?”

She smiled and said, “I talk to him and pray to him. I even get together with a couple of other people to work on chapters from a book of transmissions from him*. He’s the MacDaddy! He told me that once.”

I couldn’t believe she had just called Michael MacDaddy. What I was feeling could only be described as awe. There was nothing cute about it. MacDaddy seemed almost blasphemous, somehow even more disrespectful than calling God the Big Cheese or Top Banana.

I have experienced awe (with a small a) before, like when my children were born, or at the opera, or even working with clients when a dead loved one comes through with an uplifting message. But this was my first encounter with Awe. Awe (capital A) is reverential. It commands respect mixed with wonder and a touch of fear.

Dacher Keltner, a psychologist at the University of California, Berkeley, who has written a book on awe (aptly titled Awe), says, “Awe is the feeling of being in the presence of something vast that transcends your understanding of the world.

It’s vast, sure. But it can also be simple. Go out and look at the night sky, especially when there’s a full moon. Go to the zoo and watch the lions. Listen to an amazing piece of music. Deepen your spiritual practice.

I’m sure you have experienced awe with a small a. How about with a big A? Tell me about it.

*The book is Archangel Michael Speaks: 33 Living Transmissions from the Archangel of the Sun by Melanie Beckler 

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