Remember that book I told you about in my last post? Well, I've picked it up a few times in the past few days. Read some snippets and put it back down. It sits on my dresser next to my bed. I get up in the morning and look at it, maybe glare at it, like a petulant teenager with assigned reading from their English teacher.
Well, this morning I get up and I'm sitting on the edge of the bed and glance over to where the book is. I was shocked. It was open to the foreward page that I had never read. Not only was it open to that page, the book was held open by a piece of clothing that I had laid on my dresser the night before.
I knew that someone, something, wanted me to read the foreward. So I did. I get it now.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
Angels
A million years ago, I said this to a friend, "I don't think I belong here." We were at work and I wasn't talking about work. I was referring to life on this earth. I don't remember exactly the reason for my saying that, except that I must have seen or heard of yet another injustice done to a person or animal that had upset me. I am a highly sensitive person.
Flash forward. About five years ago I dreamed that I was in the shower and the glass enclosure was fogged up. I looked at the door of the shower and there was the name Alexis written on it. As if someone had written it with their finger in the fog. Then I heard a voice say, "I am your guardian angel." I've kept that dream tucked away.
After that dream, I started ever so slowly reading about angels and how they communicate to us. Number sequences is a specific way of theirs. I hadn't paid too much attention to it until one day I started seeing 11:11 when glancing at my clock. It didn't happen every day, just occasionally.
About two years later, Mr. QVC and my son were driving to the beach. I had planned on driving the entire trip, a long one, but on the last leg of it, my son offered to drive. I reluctantly gave up control. We were getting close to the last town before the beach, driving on a street named appropriately Church Street. This street is lined with churches, one right after another. I was looking out the window as we were passing a church named Ariel Baptist. I looked back at the clock to see how much longer we had until we reached our destination and it said, 11:11. Was an angel named Ariel communicating with me? I have a point, I promise.
After that, number sequences started appearing to me. Specifically, 333, 444 and the ever present 1111. I decided to buy a book on signs from angels. I was a little disappointed with the book as it chronicled a couple's encounters instead of the teaching material I was hoping for. Anyway, it did have a section that named the 72 angels that are traditionally studied. Ariel is one of them.
So began my spiritual journey. I have had several readings with a medium, which was quite enlightening. One in particular sent me reeling, as when I walked in the room she said, you've got a lot going on right now. I thought she was talking about my job. She went on to tell me that there were angels all around me and that I was given a gift to help others, that I could possibly become a guide. To this day, I'm not convinced of that, but is that why I'm here on this earth?
I'm beginning to find feathers. Little white feathers in my home. Mr. QVC threw away the first three I found. I had them laying on the coffee table, but the next two, I've kept from him, tucked away safely.
Flash forward. About five years ago I dreamed that I was in the shower and the glass enclosure was fogged up. I looked at the door of the shower and there was the name Alexis written on it. As if someone had written it with their finger in the fog. Then I heard a voice say, "I am your guardian angel." I've kept that dream tucked away.
After that dream, I started ever so slowly reading about angels and how they communicate to us. Number sequences is a specific way of theirs. I hadn't paid too much attention to it until one day I started seeing 11:11 when glancing at my clock. It didn't happen every day, just occasionally.
About two years later, Mr. QVC and my son were driving to the beach. I had planned on driving the entire trip, a long one, but on the last leg of it, my son offered to drive. I reluctantly gave up control. We were getting close to the last town before the beach, driving on a street named appropriately Church Street. This street is lined with churches, one right after another. I was looking out the window as we were passing a church named Ariel Baptist. I looked back at the clock to see how much longer we had until we reached our destination and it said, 11:11. Was an angel named Ariel communicating with me? I have a point, I promise.
After that, number sequences started appearing to me. Specifically, 333, 444 and the ever present 1111. I decided to buy a book on signs from angels. I was a little disappointed with the book as it chronicled a couple's encounters instead of the teaching material I was hoping for. Anyway, it did have a section that named the 72 angels that are traditionally studied. Ariel is one of them.
So began my spiritual journey. I have had several readings with a medium, which was quite enlightening. One in particular sent me reeling, as when I walked in the room she said, you've got a lot going on right now. I thought she was talking about my job. She went on to tell me that there were angels all around me and that I was given a gift to help others, that I could possibly become a guide. To this day, I'm not convinced of that, but is that why I'm here on this earth?
I'm beginning to find feathers. Little white feathers in my home. Mr. QVC threw away the first three I found. I had them laying on the coffee table, but the next two, I've kept from him, tucked away safely.
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