Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
The Angel Directory: September 11th-Remember the Power of Love: Today is the 10th anniversary of September 11th. I want us all to take a moment to send healing prayers out into this world for those who lo...
Friday, September 9, 2011
Music Of The Ethers
Occasionally I have a very good dream that seems more real than life. It seems as if I have gone to another dimension, and it has a great effect on me. I never forget these specific dreams, and I always wish that I would have more of them. There is one that stands out in my mind.
Years ago when I was sleeping I dreamed that I was on the beach at night with several other young women. These women were my best friends in the dream but not in waking life. We had a very strong attachment, and we were swimming and splashing in the ocean and walking together on the beach. We were laughing and talking, and we were saying that we wished that it was Friday night instead of Saturday night because we didn’t want to leave the beach or each other. We wanted it to last longer.
It was dark outside except for the natural light of the moon, stars, and phosphorescence, but in the distance there was one extremely bright light shining. I saw this light as the light coming from our beach house and guiding us home.
We slowly began walking down the beach towards the light of our house. I walked alone in front of the other girls, and they began to sing. The song that they were singing was a repetitive chant. They were saying words that I have never heard before, but it was the same sounds over and over. The chant was hauntingly beautiful, and they were harmonizing perfectly. It had a tune that I have not been able to reproduce in my waking life, but I can still hear it in my mind but only faintly.
As they sang their song began to stir something within me. It was moving me deeply and starting to make me cry, but I would not surrender to it. I held back my tears with all of my strength. I did not look back at them but just continued walking steadily towards the light.
As they continued to sing I realized that the song that they were singing was harmonizing with everything around us. The ocean, the breeze, the moon, the sky, the stars, the sand, my soul, their souls, and their voices were all in complete harmony. And this song was filling everything. It was filling all of the space around us and within us, and it was as if everything in nature was singing this beautiful and ethereal song together. It seemed as if the actual breeze was blowing this chant along with the voices of my beloved friends. In my mind I thought, “I know this song! This is the song of the beach at night.”
There are no real words to describe how something so bizarre and other worldly could seem so familiar to me. There are no words to describe how this simple chant could be so beautiful and so complex that I honestly cannot sing it in real life…..I tried.
We continued to walk, and I continued to hold out from allowing myself to surrender to this song, but it was moving my soul. The complete harmony of this song seemed to be harmonizing with the actual cells in my body. Everything in me wanted to let go, but for some reason I would not. I would not even turn around and look at the girls because I knew that I would be forced to let go if I turned back. I just kept walking forward to the light of the house.
When we reached the beach house the light was so bright that I could not even see the house at all, but I knew we were there. I could see the step up to the door. I stepped up onto the entrance in front of the opened doorway which had light pouring out of it………and I finally turned around to face the singing girls who were still on the beach.
They were hugging each other and crying. When I saw this I just wanted to be with them. I wanted to surrender.
I tried to step back down from the doorway to walk over to them with my arms wide open, but before I could make it down the step two big hands came from inside the bright light of the house and grabbed me. The hands were so strong that there was no way for me to get back to the singing girls. I could not see who the hands were coming from. All I could see was light, but the hands pulled me in and hugged me so tightly so that I could not get back to the beach or my friends. The hands and the light that they were coming from were loving me, but they were making it clear that there was no turning back for me, and that I could not stay in this place with these girls that I loved. I was not allowed to totally surrender to this experience.
The whole thing had been so soul-stirring and moving that I was finally crying in the arms of whoever was in the bright light hugging me.
Then I heard my husband’s voice saying, “What’s wrong?”
In reality he was in the bed beside me and heard me crying in my sleep. Hearing his voice brought me back a little, but I was still in the twilight between asleep and awake, and I was crying. I said through the tears, “I just heard the most beautiful song that I have ever heard in my life.” But I immediately realized that I could not reproduce this song for him. I tried, but I could not. It was from some other dimension. I have never heard anything like it again.
I hesitate to write about things like this because I have a feeling that many people will not really get it. It is actually frustrating to try to write about it or tell someone about it because there really are no words to do this justice. Yes….dreams are weird, but this one was weird in a way that stands out from other dreams.
I do not know why I had this dream, but it was more than a dream. It was an experience that is beyond words. It was one of the fullest, richest and most real experiences that I have ever had. It had a major effect on me and in shaping who I am. I wish that I could go there and experience the music of the ethers and the love of those who sing it again, but I cannot do it at will.
I do not know why my dream life can be so intense in various ways, but it has honestly been that way for as long as I can remember. Many times my dreams are boring and normal or non-existent too.
But I always remember the amazing glimpses that I get into a larger, fuller, more complexly beautiful dimension of reality, and I pray for more and more.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
An Angel Helping An Angel
Christine M. Forlini
Christine M. Forlini
In 1981 I worked as a nurse in a home for children. One day my administrator (Kerry) called me into her office to show me a thank you letter from a doctor. She explained that a week before she had seen a car pulled over on the highway. She pulled over to assist but was afraid to open her door. These were the days before cell phones. She cracked her window and yelled to the man if he needed help. He said yes, he was a doctor going to a local hospital to give a lecture. Kerry proceeded to call from a phone booth for police help. She then returned to the scene until the police responded. No names were exchanged that day. A week later here is this thank you letter. The doctor had gotten her address via her license plate. The letter thanked her for her kindness and had explained the situation. He added that if anyone should need his services as an OB/GYN oncologist she should not hesitate to contact him. I remember reading the letter and thinking it was nice. But I left the office and wondered why did she share this with me? Other than an act of kindness why was my busy nursing schedule that day interrupted with this?
A few weeks after the letter Kerry learned her sister needed the services of a doctor such as this one. And he proceeded to help the sister and thankfully she was nurtured to good health. We thought that was the reason for this mysterious meeting.
A year later, I got a phone call from my doctor at my work, of all places, who told me that I had Stage 3 cancer and I was going to die if I didn't do something immediately. I followed up with chief of Gynecology in RI, but when I mentioned I had the opportunity to see the doctor in Boston who is in the story above, he insisted by all means go there to see the man. This doctor proceeded to show me a textbook the doctor in Boston had contributed to for the med students.
One week later, I was having an eight hour surgery for this cancer which had gone undetected despite my constant complaints. The doctor (who is the one from the highway) who preformed my surgery had just perfected the procedure he was performing -- the very procedure he was traveling to RI to teach the med students at the local hospital.
The chances were grim that I would do well as the cancer was already spread to Stage 3. Well, no chemo was needed, and no organs surrounded by the cancer had been invaded. It is now 28 years later and I am well but I can speak of this as if it had just happened yesterday.
Dr. James Nelson Jr, is my angel. He is now retired, and I will never forget him. Nor will I forget my angel Kerry for her angelic way with this doctor on the highway that very cold morning.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
When my son, Sai Krishan, was 9 months old, he experienced his first febrile seizure caused by a sudden fever. It was also the first seizure I had witnessed, and as you can imagine, I was greatly distressed. As my husband attempted to cool Sai's body down, I phoned 9-1-1 for an ambulance, which arrived some ~5 minutes later. I joined Sai in the back of the ambulance; and although it was heart-wrenching to see my beautiful baby in such a state, I offered him soothing words of reassurance. As we traveled to the nearest hospital, Sai was now about 9 minutes into his seizure; and the EMT asked me for his body weight, so that he could calculate a proper dosage of phenobarbital to administer. As the EMT was filling the syringe, I realized that while I reassured Sai that I was with him, I had not yet invoked his angels. At the very instant that I reminded Sai that his angels were protecting him, and before any injection was given, his seizure suddenly stopped. Some may call it coincidence, but for me it was a wonderful reassurance that our angels are ever present in our lives. Namaste.
I have always believed in Angels...and all through my life there have been experiences that can only be explained as Angels helping, guiding and healing as I learn the lessons that I have chosen for this lifetime.
People who have come into my life and re-awakened the knowledge and Purpose.....reaffirming the reasons that we choose to come back to Earth.....to learn the lessons that we cannot learn elsewhere.
I thank Spirit for all my blessings and I thank all the Angels for their daily guidance and abundant blessings......some days I am just sooooo overwhelmed by it all and the beauty that I experience and the Earth Angels that bless my
life along the way.
All the answers are there......just ask for divine guidance...you'll be pleasantly surprised!
Bev van Vuuren
in Uvongo, South Africa
in Uvongo, South Africa
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