YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE you’ll encounter an angel. When you do, you’ll never forget it.
It was a beautiful warm day in March 2001 and I was on vacation in Mazatlan, Mexico. It was about fun, partying and visiting old energy portals and beaches, yet, something was about to change my life forever and I didn’t see it coming.
We visited the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception in the historic downtown as we had done before in previous years and enjoyed the energy of the portal even as we were a city block away, walking towards it. I had forgotten that three years earlier an intuitive friend of mine had told me I would have an encounter with an angel after visiting a gray church featuring a skylight and angel statues all around. It didn’t happen that year, so I just dismissed her words as a nice thought. What would an angel want with me anyway, unless I was dying?
That evening as we were having dinner, I started receiving messages for my friend. I was conscious, but I didn’t have much recollection of what was said exactly, as the message wasn’t for me. This was to become my first channeling of the angels.
That night, what I now call a “happening” occurred. It’s when you know it’s not a dream, but it’s just too “real” for any other explanation. An angel appeared to me (I can still see his face and shoulder-length wavy hair). When he looked at me, he beamed beautiful white light into my eyes. It was so bright that my human self wanted to turn away, but it felt perfectly safe and I was surprisingly comfortable with it. Intuitively, I knew it was OK. It was amazing — and no words will ever convey the feeling. I’m not sure exactly how long it lasted as I quickly fell back to sleep.
The next morning, we were on our way to a beach excursion. My friend, who I had known since childhood, looked at me in awe saying, ‘What happened to you eyes? They are the most beautiful color, almost indescribable, kind of like a gun metal silver grey.
“What?” I thought, “that can’t be true. My eyes are hazel.” I found the nearest mirror and sure enough, they had changed. The grey color lasted all day, and by the end of the evening they had restored to their original hazel color. That night, the angel came back and beamed more light into my eyes — and again, my eye color changed and then returned to hazel the next afternoon.
I was a spiritual healer, but I didn’t know what this meant. A few years later, after I had long let go of trying to figure it out, I attended a gathering and was allowed to ask one question of the Akashic records. I wanted to be coy and not give anything away, so my question was, “Who was the being that came to me and beamed light into my eyes?” Before I could even finish the sentence, the answer was spoken.
“It was Archangel Raphael, the angel of healing, and he had come to change your internal optical vision so you may see inside the body, and the emotional body, and view the original trauma that causes the difficulty in a person or see what action might be suggested to help.”
Now it all made sense.
After the “happening,” I began seeing things in my clients and receiving messages for them or questions to ask. Angels supporting me and my clients began to guide me during sessions of healing. Since then, this process has become normal for me. I call upon the angels in a variety situations, such as helping to find a lost item, healing, and to help me handle a challenging situation. They are here to be of service — and you don’t have to wait until you’re in a life-or-death situation to ask for assistance. All you have to do is ask.
It is my hope that, in your own way, calling upon the angels can be normal for you, too.