My Connection To Angels
Ever since I was a little girl, like 4 or 5 years old, I felt a strong connection to God. And I knew I was different. I felt chosen, if that makes any sense. And please note, I am not boasting. I truly know I am not the only one in the world that feels this. It's not MY GIFT, It's A GIFT. That being said, I always knew God had a plan for me. He has a plan for everyone but it was that sense of KNOWING at a very young age. When we are children there is an innocence about us. We are not left-brain thinkers at that age. We do not care about logic. We see things and feel things and believe them. Why wouldn't we?
I remember being in first grade, I attended Catholic school, and my class was preparing to put on a play. The play was about the birth of Jesus and they needed someone to play the role of Mary. I didn't say anything, I just sat there in class as the teacher was trying to figure out which one of us girls would be best for the role. I remember just knowing that she was going to pick me. It was as if God whispered in my ear. Just a knowing. The teacher looked around the class and chose a girl, her name was Marilyn. My heart sank. I kept my feelings to myself and no one knew my secret of just knowing, so I was safe from embarrassment. Then out of nowhere, Marilyn said she didn't want to do it. She was crying and told the teacher she didn't want to play Mary. Miss Elia had to make another choice and she looked across the classroom directly at me and asked if I would play the role of Mary. I said yes, and went home to tell my Mother. I was beaming. I felt so close to God. I would hold long conversations with him daily. I felt like he was talking to me. Not in an audible voice, but just a knowing. At this age I had no idea I could talk to spirits. That came later.
Fast forward to adulthood. You can gather what happened in between from my other blogs. I don't want to be repetitive. I was 41 years old and my life was a mess. I was going through a really bad breakup and was very depressed. I felt lost and desperate. My family would not leave me alone for their own fear of me doing something drastic. Although I did have suicidal thoughts, I would never have taken my own life. I'm not that selfish and I have a son to live for. Nonetheless, it was a rough time. For about 10 months, I was so depressed I don't remember going to work, showering, eating...normal daily routine things, I have no recollection of. Thank God for my family being there to make sure my son was cared for. Although they tell me I took care of him like normal, he was 9 years old and not a baby, but I still don't remember. Basically I was on auto-pilot. One morning I woke up around 6 AM and was just laying there staring at the ceiling in my bedroom. The sun was just about to come up and my blinds were closed so it was still pretty dark in my room. I saw an orb on the ceiling. It was about the size of a baseball and clear with a slight green color to it. I stared at it and was not afraid. More curious than anything. After all, I see spirits every day so this was just something different. The orb started to move slowly along the ceiling towards my bed. I followed it with my eyes as it reached the wall behind my bed. Then it moved more forward so it could be directly over me. It started to lower itself toward me, but now it was much bigger. I truly wasn't afraid, I swear. I just closed my eyes and let the tears fall down my cheeks as I knew something was about to happen that had never happened before. As I lay there with my eyes closed, I remember it was very dark, like pitch black, and there was a white spark, like a flickering spark of light, and it spoke to me! It was very short and to the point, and all it said was " Take care of your son, and everything will be okay ". That was it!! Nothing more. And I opened my eyes and got out of bed and have never been the same since. Now I live life, not just exist. And I refuse to squander my precious time on people who don't love me, or at least genuinely like me. I won't bother to be around people who do not respect me. I don't care if it's a holiday and we are invited to your house. If you have disrespected me, talked behind my back, and are disingenuous, I won't be there. I will be spending time with the people who love me.
Since that day I was touched by an Angel, as I like to call it, I now see angels in clouds and around people. I took the picture of the one above with my phone. I see them daily and it makes me beyond happy.
Thank you for reading my story. When life gets you down, don't wait 10 precious months to hopefully be visited by the divine. Be smart and proactive and just ASK for help. We all have angels around us. They are part of our spiritual team. And they are just waiting for you to ask for help. Don't believe me? Start with something small like a close parking spot at the mall or supermarket, and watch what happens!