If I could share 500 words to inspire, this is the important wisdom I'd want to pass along to others...
When I was a young girl, barely in my twenties, my grandmother (then eighty-nine) turned to me. I still remember the look in her haunted eyes: “I’m so afraid of dying,” she said. I didn’t know what to say. I fled. For years it lay on my conscious that I had let her down.
Today, years later, I’ve had so many personal experiences with angels and spirits and the invisible guardians that watch over us that I wish I had a second chance. I wish I’d said, “It’s all right. There is no death. You are eternal – even your personality survives. All you do is shed the physical shell.” The fact is, when you come to terms with your own death, everything else in life is easy.
You ask what I’d tell someone if I were lying on my deathbed. It would be this. Angels surround us, darling, guarding, guiding, helping. They come in any form in which they can be received: as dreams and intuition – the tap on the shoulder that says “Go there, not there!” They come as accidents and marvels of coincidence, as animals (especially dogs, it seems), and as other people. You will be walking down the street and hear just the words you need and sometimes YOU will act as an angel to someone else, often inadvertently, perhaps without even knowing you just saved a life or offered someone hope. Moreover, occasionally, rarely, they come in their own radiant and magnificent form, and when you see one you will never forget.
There are three marks of an angel, and everyone agrees on these. First, they come with warmth, safety, light. “Home!” cries your soul, slinging itself toward that divinity. Second they always say the same thing. “Don’t be afraid,” they say, “We’re here.” They never say, “Boy, what a mess you’ve made of things now.” And finally, you may not quite believe you saw it (was it your imagination?), but neither can you forget unlike dreams and normal memories, a visitation of an angel doesn’t fade with time. How can you learn to see them? You ask. You simply ask: “Show yourself,” you say. “I want to see you. Let me know that you are there.”
St. Gregory said, “In this visible world, all dispositions are executed through invisible creatures.”
Are our senses guided by angelic thought? The important thing to note is that some information transcends our routine levels – analysis, reasoning, logic, which we are taught to trust. Intuition, second sight, these unusual means of receiving information, are not open to us all the time, and some people have more access to these routes than others whether by practice or by accident, they become conduits through which special information may be passed. It is my belief that it has something to do with love.
We all are psychic. We all have paranormal and metaphysical experiences. We all have angels loving us, who want more and better for us than we can possibly conceive: a cavalry of angels riding to our aid.
We all have God hidden in the human heart, for we are made of “godness.” And when you touch that radiance within yourself, you are afire with unlimited joy, goodness, love. You are shining with inner light, and you have the power to change the world.