Last week I was at this intense conference in Boulder, Colorado. Most of the attendees were physicists, doctors, researchers, scholars, and psychiatrists. They were all presenting in-depth research and scientific reports quantifying PSI and consciousness and all the stuff I live for in my work: the effects of energy healing, what parts of the brain activate to exhibit PK abilities, survival of consciousness, charging water and plants, changing the weather, and much, much more. It was incredible. I’m still processing it. These findings will hit the mainstream media in the next 5-10 years I’m sure, but for now, they’re presenting at conferences like this for a kind of “peer review” amongst like-minded people.
As a healer, I was fascinated by the subject matter. However, after hours and hours of slideshows and charts and graphs and scientific jargon, I found myself getting into “analysis paralysis” mode. I just want to feel to magic, to help people transform, to witness miracles firsthand. That’s why I do this work. Because to be “in” it every day is nothing short of remarkable.
So it was with a somewhat befuddled mind and craving for some real magic (and more FEMALE GODDESS energy as many of the people in attendance were men and I saw and felt for the first time ever really, how hard it is to be a woman in a field dominated by old white MEN!) that I headed home.
I hadn’t really meditated super intensely all week, so I felt kind of off-kilter. When the pilot on the plane said we’d be hitting some major turbulence for the first 45 minutes of the flight, I was like OMG I can’t handle this!
So I just started saying the names of the 4 major Archangels: Raphael, Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel. I believe in them, I work with them, I feel them and know them and have complete faith in them. I managed to remember that Raphael represents and controls the element of air, so I said his name a lot too (loudly inside my head, that is). I also just said “Help, help, help.” This became my mantra.
The turbulence wasn’t as horribly awful as it could have been, and when we leveled off above the tremendous clouds, I just happened to reach into the seat pocket in front of me and pull out this folded piece of paper. It was a boarding pass from a previous flight (not mine).
And guess what the name of the passenger was?
I was so amazed I showed the guy next to me (I told him I’d been praying to the angels). And he thought it was pretty cool too. I contemplated on it all, and then also realized that Angel’s originating flight had been La Guardia – which means “to guard.”
Now to a non-believer, this may sound like some whimsical tale, some random coincidence that my mind linked together to create something of meaning. However, to me, this was a sign. A pretty obvious one at that! There are no coincidences.
And Angels, when you pray to them, deliver signs like the gangbusters.
Try it! I guarantee you will see and feel them.
I love working with these beautiful, strong, powerful, loving light beings. They keep me centered and make me feel safe. I think a lot about things like this, and I also believe that if, worst case scenario, that plane fell out of the sky, I’d still have been OK, because my consciousness would have just sprung right out of my crown chakra and back home to the angels. Not to be morose, but it’s important to know that you can pray for an outcome, and/or you can just pray to get connected and to feel better. Either way is fine as long as you just let go and trust there is a higher order to everything and that you will be OK no matter what.
I know this was a long note, but I just had to share that amazing angel experience with you.