Here is a sampling of some of my favorite experiences and messages from the Angels. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do and find them helpful to you on your journey to healing!
February 2020: What is Healing?
During the course of a recent conversation, a colleague posed an interesting question… What is healing? A bit later, having a quiet moment to ponder how I would respond to that question, the AA Raphael provided the following: “Healing is a state of freedom in the mind that allows (us) to move forward”. Such a perfect response from The Divine Healer! I gave thought to how that applied in my own mind / experiences, and continue to be mindful of this powerful message.
September 2017: Dwell in the Light
From AA Gabriel the evening of 9-22-17:
In a moment of need, the AA Gabriel rushed to my side. He said, “I will pray (for peace) with you.”
From the AA Gabriel the morning of 9-23-17:
“No matter the darkness that surrounds us, the Light will always prevail. Understand what is happening, but dwell in the Light.”
February 2016: Doors
I have been “Hosting the Archangels” since 6:22 AM on February 24, 2016. (There is a page on the website dedicated to this lovely ritual.) It has been a memorable and love filled experience. No amount of preparation nor prior experience communicating with them could have prepared me for what would unfold during these five days, and certainly not for what would happen today as I prepared for them to ‘leave’. They asked me to write about the experience even though it was so personal, explaining that their message to me, as I opened the door this morning “would resonate with others on many levels”.
Today, February 29, 2016, at 6:22 AM was the scheduled “departure” of the Archangels. I planned to walk through the ceremonial steps of the departure even though they would continue to be a guiding force in the Reiki Practice. Sitting in meditation with them prior to departure time, they reminded me of three things – to “write from the heart”; as we had done for five days “make the most of each moment”; and “trust”. As we walked to the front door (it is to be physically opened for them to ‘leave’), a wave of emotion came over me. As I opened the door crying, their message was “someone may walk out a door (and leave), but they don’t leave (you) in their heart”. During what could have only been seconds, I was a child again and my Father had just left the family. I knew what was happening, and a part of me left through that door with him… My thoughts were then brought back to last night’s dream with him, and a second later, I was standing at my front door again feeling as if a great (resolution) had just occurred. There really are no words to describe the feeling at that moment; so many things simply seemed to fall into place.
We sat in meditation again, and it was at that time they asked me to write about this experience. They continued to explain “despite how someone ‘leaves’ – in death, in anger/separation, emotionally, or through their behavior, it doesn’t mean they’ve left in their heart. We assure you they have not. See through the (actions) to the core, to the source of the love that is there. See it and you will know how to respond from a place of love.” A few moments later they said, “A great light, the great love, is in (everyone’s) heart.
I hope that in some small way this is helpful to you.
September 2016: The Unexpected Gift
We’ve all experienced it… the time when something incredible happens and we know that had there been the slightest change in events or decisions, we would not have experienced the moment. I feel certain that my grandson and I met an Angel this week, and in an unlikely place.
Earlier this week, my daughter asked me if I could bring Brandon for a haircut after school, as my Son-in-Law wouldn’t be home in time and school pictures were the next day. Not one to miss an opportunity to be with them, the day’s schedule was altered and I drove to their home. Jacki messaged me during the trip, but after a time when I didn’t respond, she called with the news that while all the kids were waiting to see me, Len was home and could take Brandon. Also, the Barber Shop they intended to use was closed, so it would be another barber a bit farther away. Arriving at their home, we decided I would still take him and was given the directions to the shop, which apparently was not easy to find.
We found the Barber Shop located in the back of a mall; there were no other store fronts in that part of the building. While waiting, I joined in a conversation with the barber and another customer whose son was getting his hair cut. I mentioned meditation and the barber relayed a wonderful story about a school replacing punishment with meditation and the results were astonishing. During this conversation another (older) barber walked in the door, brought his packages to the back of the shop and came back out to cut Brandon’s hair. Shortly, the other child’s haircut was finished and within minutes of each other, the father and son, then the other barber left the shop.
Moments later, the barber mentioned that he heard us talking about meditation when he came in. He tells Brandon and I the story of how a very long time ago, he was befriended by someone from a (wellness center) who introduced him to meditation. He quickly connected to the practice, and after a time, amazing things began to happen. Suddenly he put the scissors down, went to the back of the shop, and returned with what appeared to be an old hardcover book. Handing it to me, he told me it was ok to look inside. As I sat initially just holding the book, a feeling of peacefulness came over me; the edges were frayed and worn, but I knew that this was something very special he was willing to share with us. I was stunned by what I read on the pages, beautiful handwritten poem, after beautiful poem! I began reading them aloud to Brandon, explaining to him that these were poems to God; Brandon loved each one. The barber then explained that when he meditates the words just flow from him and he writes on whatever is handy. That was why there were many slips of paper tucked within the journal. I asked if he ever thought of publishing them; no, he replied, they were for his children to have when he is gone. As I continued to read, he spoke to Brandon of how he learned that even though people don’t always understand some of these things he talks to them about, it is very important that he, that we all, be true to who we are; meditation helped him connect to that.
I continued to read through the journal. Throughout there were drawings by his daughter when she was young, and she also wrote sweet notes to her Dad. In between his conversation with Brandon, I’d stand by them and read the poems, as if they were a guided meditation; the barber was moved hearing them that way. At that point I asked if I could share some of them in the Reiki practice and was thrilled when he said yes; the only condition was that I not use his name. Honoring that, I can’t share the synchronicity of his name, but there is one!
On a day that at any point could have been different, Brandon and I met a complete stranger who shared his deepest feelings with us – his poems to God. We walked into a Barber Shop expecting just a haircut… and we left with a gift.
The Gift
To be able to see,
to hear,
to feel,
to smell,
to breathe,
to reason,
to talk,
to cry,
to love.
Without it, none of this is possible.
Anonymous