Integration through Panacea
My companion angel Joy is in the habit of offering me remarkably down-to-earth advice. The most striking instance of this occurred some months ago. After my evening meal, I sat down for a session of meditation. Predictably, it was not long before Joy appeared for a talk. What surprised me, however, was that she immediately said, "Fly with the angels, but don't forget to floss your teeth." I realized that I had indeed forgotten to floss my teeth after dinner. Smiling, I slowly opened my eyes to half-see the angel seated before me, her face a mask of humorous reprimand.
"Why, this is the sort of rebuke I've come to expect from my dentist!" I cried.