The Angel of the Yellow Ray is also connected to the Solar Plexus chakra point. Which is very important for emotional balance, stress and tiredness/apathy.

I have had this colour on mind for a while which is unusual for me since I really dislike yellow. A quick “scan” with the help of Reiki energy found imbalances both in my solar plexus and base chakra (the latter was way overactive).

This is what came of it when I put it on canvas

Yellow Ray

I also thought it formed a nice connection with my Phoenix…what do you think?



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 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.”

The Lightbringer

A dream I had quite a few days ago, I now feel comfortable to share it, during parts of it I was actually not in deep sleep as I kept waking and continuing it:

“I am in a building, with other people, it “feels” like a school, it is pleasant and light. I decide I want to exit and I go through 2 oakish doors. A voice says: if you leave you will not be able to get back in. I leave. To see pretty much Armageddon or “the floods”, hoards of people (souls wandering aimlessly in the water), some bathing in the street fountains…It feels eerie. I exit and slide down through the street level, sliding on the water-soaked pavement. On my right a tunnel under the road, more like a road tunnel, cement on both sides. I jump, down then remember I forgot my bag so go back up, as I grab the railing a spider, tiny, I remember thinking: good! The web-weaver will protect me. Back into the tunnel, it gets narrower as I go in almost squashing me. Then I am in huge mall like white building. I walk around and here he comes, a beautiful naked darkish skinned, long black-haired male. He says he is here to guide me. He puts his arm around me, all throughout the dream he holds me, nothing sexual about it though. As he walks me around I cannot remember our conversation but do remember the end. In the end he is clothed in a black suite, he tells me it is about HELIOR. He tells me he is here to collect souls and wants me to help/join. I wake. It’s 5 am. Some research got me as far as May is the month of Lucifer. I realized after a few minutes HELIOR is an anagram of HOLIER. I then set back to go to sleep and ask WHO ARE YOU REALLY? Then I dream of my room, I am asking this question, I look down at the corner of the bed on the floor. This huge moth flies towards me, it is massive. “This is who I am” came the answer.”

I am trying to find moth connections, and anything else, but it really felt weird. Any thoughts welcome, since my messages feature much lightbringers mentions…:)


Of a mind too busy…with messages coming through. What do you see? I kept seeing pink for days (in my mind lol) and so I had to give it a form ;). Letters are there too but what do they mean?

ramblingsPink is also a colour related to peace, harmony and love and Archangel Chamuel.

Channelled messages

Two messages, totally random but had to write them down since I kept getting it through the day and finally did when I had some time to sit down quietly. There is no reason, the “voice/writing” for both was from a male and very authoritative. A friend suggested she felt like Metatron voice was present. However I am only here to convey the messages and if they resonate with you that’s great if not that is great too :).

Message 1:

“Many will not have credit. Many will not be here. For I have seen. And many won’t last. The toll is high. But not for long. What we see is temporary. Do not doubt. Do not fear.  Do not wait for we are here. To help you and guide you. For you are lost. We see the tears and we feel the pain. Do not wait. Rest and belong. Tear apart what is not you and rest. For we are watching.”

Message 2

“The lands are gone. None left. For when we are ready a light will appear. Not near. Not for just when we are ready we will see the light for what it is. Not a poem not a lingering word. Just the act of one that has not been here. Facetious ends. The darkness has come and covered the deeds of many. The light will shine. above. Then we will be here.”
(second message felt like a different voice/entity): “I see oppression and disappointment. I see light I see the fruits of many trees, being destroyed. I see for and yet cannot see totally and I am blinded by fear. Not Not that fear. The Light blinded me. because past the Light is the answer. And it is not an easy one. Let the light be. For we are here.”