Healing with Archangel Michael


A few days ago I participated in a shamanic group clearing to bid farewell to 2013 and welcome 2014, this year for me has been one of the worst, one thing after another…so I decided clearing would be a good idea and I love shamanic drumming anyway.

 AA Michael appeared while during a healing in a shamanic journey I was performing for the person I was partnered with (we both worked alone and in pairs), the focus was to ask what this person needed healing with or rid of. When it was my turn to journey for him I just kept seeing this Royal Blue light and was told I had to “shroud” this person in it and help heal. Then, after a while, this bright red orb appeared over his solar plexus chakra and stayed there. Then a voice suggested I tell him to keep healing he had to remember “Blue” and “Healing Words”. After I told him, he said he had issues with communication and had been meaning to “write” a book about his healing experiences for a while and was told so a few times but never summoned up the courage. He also said this will help a lot in deciding how to move forward 🙂 . I mentioned AA Michael presence and he was comforted, I also told him to keep protected and grounded, for I felt that was also part of the message.

Very grateful 😀

My ex husband came back to me…


This encounter, although not of the Angelic kind, was kindly shared by Nancy :):

“In April my ex husband who died 20 years ago appeared to me. I was sound asleep when suddenly I woke up and he was sitting on my bed. I hadn’t seen him in 40 years but he looked the same except his hair was longer, to his shoulders and his face was fuller. He had  medium grey or black with grey streaks running through it, and a T-shirt on. He was adamantly trying to tell me something. After what seemed like forever he reached over and gently rubbed the left side of my face with his right hand and disappeared. I still don’t know what he wanted me to know”…

 

Angel Encounters (part 2)


Here is another short story of an Angelic encounter. This one was kindly shared by Bernadette:

Night Angel

“The one and only encounter I’ve had in my waking life was an Angel in my living room, I was up to go to the rest room about 3:15 am, I see a light on in the living room and I thought my husband was up watching television and was about to get up to check on him when I discovered he was still sleeping in bed, as I look back into the living room, the light is gone, the light was bright white so I wasn’t concerned about it being anything negative, my chihuahua also never barked and she was on the couch in the same room. I’ve had them visit in my dreams as most of us do, but this was the first time I was blessed enough to catch their light.”

Angel Encounters (Part 1)


I am going to post several true life Angel encounters and experiences, stories that friends have kindly “donated” and given me permission to post. Some I will keep anonymous, some not, but they all are lovely :). Oh and by the way, if anyone reading this has any Angel story to share please free to contact me with it. The first story was shared with me by my lovely friend Nefer and it’s about Archangel Michael, so here goes:

Nefer encounter with Archangel Michael

“It was a dark & stormy night – really it was. My family & I were driving back home from my husband’s grandfather’s funeral. It was in Hobbs, New Mexico & we had to drive all the way back to Corpus Christi, and it’s around a 14-hour drive. We were out in the middle of nowhere & it was raining terribly & at night. Visibility was at a minimum, when I noticed the gas gauge was dangerously low. I prayed to AA Michael to get us to the next gas station safely & without having to push the car. We just made it & as we pulled up to a pump the car stopped dead. PERFECT!

Stuart was out in the rain pumping the gas while Ariel & I were in the car. I saw this very tall man approach Stuart & start chatting to him. Now, both men were standing IN THE POURING RAIN. It was coming down fairly hard & Stuart was already soaked, but then I noticed something very strange. No rain was hitting the man. He was DRY! I thought no, must be our window is dirty or something. It bothered me so much that I rolled down my window to be sure. No, the man was PERFECTLY 100% DRY! He then leaned over to look in at me.

He was so tall, around 7 ft (Stuart is 6 ft & this man was markedly taller than Stuart). He smiled at me & said, “good thing you noticed the gas gauge, right?” I smiled up at him & said “yes,” then he said to me, “it’s also a very good thing you asked for help.” So I just figured Stuart told him I had prayed to Michael & I told the man I always have faith that help will be there. The man then nods in agreement & says, “yeah, I know.”

Well, I think nothing of it. The inside of the car was getting wet & I forgot all about that man staying perfectly dry as rain was falling all around us. He walks off into the darkness, NOT toward the gas station, and NOT toward another car. He walked off toward a small clump of trees to the right of the gas station. As Stuart was getting in the car I grabbed his arm & said, “where do you think that man is going?” Stuart looked over at him & said, “hmm, that’s weird.” We had to then drive past those trees to get back onto the main road, as we did so Stuart flashed our brights & the man was NOWHERE. He had simply walked into the few trees that were there & he was GONE.

I then told Stuart how the man had mentioned the gas gauge & asking for help. Well, Stuart about had a STROKE! He said there was NO WAY the man would have known about the gas gauge & my noticing it was dangerously low without him saying something to him. Stuart said he didn’t say a word about that or about me always praying to AA Michael for help. Well, we then looked at each other. Said nothing. We looked at each other again. Then he said, “You don’t think …” and his voice trailed off. Gosh, I still get chills ALL OVER & this happened 12 years ago! I then said, “well, didn’t you notice something weird about him? He wasn’t wet! It rained all over, but he was DRY.” Stuart’s mouth worked, but no words came out. We drove on & I said to him, “Stuart, that must have been Michael. Who else would have known about the gas gauge & my asking for help? He’s the only one I prayed to!”

To this day I firmly believe it was Michael or at the very least another angel sent by him to help us. And for the record, if this was Michael, he’s damn good-looking! Curly short brown hair, vivid greenish bluish eyes, & a smile that would knock your socks off! High cheek bones, very nice manly chin. Just perfection.”

A paranormal investigation


Hear hear! After years of watching them on TV I finally got to participate in one. Now since it was a Sunday evening and due to licensing reasons the evening had to end at around 10.30, however we got a good few hours in this very beautiful pub called The Mitre in Lancaster gate, London. The story goes the building is haunted, the most famous ghost is that of “Old Mary” a scullery servant girl who had the misfortune to have an affair with the Lord owner. When the wife found out she knifed her to death (yes in the scullery itself).

There are rumours that the ghost of a coachman also haunts the venue. But back to the investigation. From the start we got lots of small activity. Orbs were roaming about in abundance. I could sit in the scullery watching the tv monitor flicking from room to room and see orbs going by at lightning speed! Also most of the pictures I took look like we were sitting in a smoking room. While some of it might be the mild effect of the low lights, some were so hazy that in one I took of my friend (and co-organizer Jon) his lower body could hardly be seen.

The first picture someone took of me had what looked like a white mist above my head, by the shelf corner. As we were split in 2 groups we regrouped at the end to swap experiences and it was amazing to find that both groups had similar experiences. Even when both tried to contact spirits it appeared they both got the same letters and codes and numbers, as I said we were separated in different rooms so hardly any contact (also if you wonder why I am relating this like an observer is because I was one, if you go back to my previous post about Ouija boards you will know I do not play with them).

I am really looking forward to all the evidence being reviewed and posted, all I have is what I took which, considering the circumstances, was pretty good!

Oh! And regarding the smokey pictures…I was advised afterwards that Lord Craven owned a huge tobacco and cigars firm, it is apparently still operating somewhere in Asia.

This is the location of the investigation : The Mitre

The organizing group you can find them here London Haunts & Horrors

If anything else comes up from the recordings taken I will post again.

And here are a couple of pictures 🙂

The Scullery

Scullery

White mist

White mist

 

My first (and only) O.B.E. (Out of Body Experience)


Many years ago (18 or so) I was entering a darker and challenging period in my life. It wasn’t unhappy per se but some events and choices I made triggered more events and even more consequences that eventually led to some not very pleasant experiences. I wasn’t doing Tarot then (although I had been a few years previously) and consciously stepped out of anything “psychic” due to a previous series of events that had upset me.

One night I got back late from work I was very tired and had a few drinks so decided I would just go to sleep. At some point before dawn I woke up, what woke me up were voices and screaming. As I looked around what would have been my bedroom I saw I was standing somewhere fairly dark, the terrain brown and muddy and curved…like on a very steep slope. It was very cold and, ahead of me pitch black darkness. Behind me, light but very far away. And as I became aware of being in a “different place”, of the cold and the vacuum surrounding me I also suddenly became aware of a very palpable sense of fear, anguish, dread and pain. I switched my awareness to the voices and I “saw” all around me people. Well they looked like people and there was no mistaking that they were absolutely terrified and in pain. I got scared and started panicking and then I realized I wanted to go back to my room…as I thought that I literally *whooshed* (that is how it felt like) back to the room (through the light that was behind me) but then I was on the room ceiling, looking down at my body and desperately wanting to get to it but not quite succeeding. I kept looking at the familiar things in there my clothes, wardrobes etc thinking what the heck, am I dead? Then once more I thought I needed to go back down and back into my body I was. It felt like I landed from a great height, almost like a thud. I did not manage to go back to sleep that night.

To this day I don’t know if that place was what we called “limbo” or what but it certainly was not a place of happiness. Also I have thought to myself after reading more on the subject that my experience resembled more an NDE than a OBE, however I did not have any health related issues at the time and think I would have noticed if I had suffered a heart attack or something similar during sleep. I also wonder if I still have a connection because now that I actively do work with spirit I still occasionally get very unhappy/terrified souls coming through. This has never happened again to me since. From time to time I think of this place and why I was led there, perhaps it was a roundabout message for the healing work that I was meant to start years later. Or perhaps it was just a reflection of the darkness I was going through at the time.

A ghostly house sitting part 2


Well this time I was there only for a week (for part 1 click HERE ) but on arriving things were quiet. The cat did her usual thing of chasing shadows but hey, she’s a cat and only she can see so I was not too worried about it, although the hallway (where the previous apparition occurred) seemed to be her particular focus of shadow chasing. The first night went ok beside some banging which again woke me up in the early hours of the morning. So, on the second day, I decided to smudge. I did not wish to be awake most of the night when, this time, I actually needed to get up to go to work the next day. And smudge I did. Thoroughly. That night I slept through.

In fact after that pretty much the whole week went quietly, I took loads of pictures this time with no significant result and the only incident of note was the one I reported in this POST which had to do with waking up in the middle of the night with a floating white orb in front of my face.

I guess the smudging worked then 🙂 (I do really dislike the smell of sage but hey it’s for good cause). The only other “incident” worthy of note was on the following saturday whilst doing some Tarot readings online I suddenly saw a woman standing beside me in the little office and I jumped! However this was related to that particular reading I think and not to the house.

I still think for some reason this is a very active location (at least for me) and am very curious to perhaps give it another try in the future to see if any of the energies have changed or perhaps even lessened.

On coming back to my house a week later though it was a totally different story….