How many of you are familiar with this unusual term? After running across it in the rich tome, Jewish Mysticism, by J. Abelson, I was compelled to research its meaning. Here is the quote that started my search: “Day by day ministering angels are created from the stream of fire. They sing a paeon (to God) and then pass away, as it is said, ‘They are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness.’” (Lamentations 3:23) I was fascinated with angels singing to God and then passing away, and this led me to return to an excerpt from a book that I had read ten years ago—Angel-Seeker: A Novel of Samaria by Sharon Shinn: “He flung himself aloft that afternoon, into the crystal air that even he found almost unendurably cold. When he was as high as he could stand, he dropped into a hover speed and sang again all the prayers he had offered to the god this morning. He could feel the words leave his mouth and careen upward, dodging through the weighted clouds and their unshed bounty, not stopping till they were clamoring at Jovah’s ear. He sang for an hour, supplicant and celebrant, remembering how much he loved this chilled, solitary communion with the god. The clouds bunched around him, drawn by the cadence of his voice, unaware that he was the siren who would lure them to their doom. Mesmerized by that soothing, beseeching tenor, they shivered around him and gave themselves up to dreaming. Once they slept, the god brushed them away with a sweep of his windy hand.” I was amazed at the similarities! Then a day or so later I read an article about the apostle Paul in the magazine, Science of Mind, July issue, and there were more clues: “The God-Mind, being infinite, contains not only everything in form, but everything in potential as well. Things come into form, linger there awhile, and then disintegrate back into formless possibility. When viewed from a cosmic perspective, this coming and going has a rhythm to it, even a pulse. Emerson said, ‘The Universe abhors a vacuum.’ It fills every vacuum it finds, and then empties those accumulations back into the thought-reservoir from whence they came. Gnostics of Paul’s time described the deity as Pleroma, or fullness. In mystical moments, we perceive the rhythmic swing of all time and events. This too shall pass, and this shall come again, though never identical to its previous form.” I could hardly believe I was reading the same philosophy from yet another angle. Just when I believed my stream of fire thought stream was coming to an end, Joseph Campbell came in to add more. In his Power of Myth, he explains the meaning of the Om (AUM) sound, the immortal sound of the universe, to Bill Moyers: “A-U-M. The birth, the coming into being, and the dissolution that cycles back. AUM is called the ‘four-element syllable.’ AUM and what is the fourth element? The silence out of which AUM arises and back into which it goes, and which underlies it. My life is the A-U-M, but there is a silence underlying it, too.” The messages coming to me so quickly and regularly really got my attention. Since the death of my father in April of 2015, I admit to spending some time contemplating his life, my relationship with him, and the meaning of all that transpired between us. I feel that I am being gifted with one potential answer to my question, “Where is he now?”—we come into this life and return to the existence we had before this life and he is experiencing that phase now. Nothing is ever lost or erased completely in this universe of Life.