Angels are not trillions of light years away; angels are right behind us, slightly above the shoulders. The Red Feather Man told me this when I first met him: “We have guides and spirit helpers with us always. They’re waiting to help; we only have to give them permission.” Many seek connection with the angelic realm but forget to do this. Angels won’t interfere with our free will, though they’ve been known to intervene in emergencies. There’s no limit on the number of requests we can make of our angelic messengers.
Sometimes while driving on the highway, I’ll ask for their intervention. I don’t abuse the privilege; yet, if I need to be on time, say for instance, to sing at a ceremony, I may need a little boost to get through a line of slow cars. I’ll connect with the angels through the heart and say softly aloud, “Angels, make a way for me, please.” Almost instantly, whatever bottleneck is occurring will magically ease and allow a safe passage.
The angels are beautiful beings, always ready to help us in our lives. We have to become as children in a sense, admitting to them that we need help. No request is too trivial or small for them, but I personally do not indulge strictly materialistic requests — unless having those handled would enable a larger, spiritual purpose. It’s like that old saying, “Be careful what you wish for; you may get it — but not in the form you expected.” The longing for material wish fulfillment feeds upon itself, ultimately without nourishing the spirit within.
Night is a vulnerable time for most of us. In addition to childhood fears we carry of what lurks in our room when the lights go out, there may also be superstitions we harbor from things our parents believed and shared. If I happen to feel apprehensive at night, I just pray for protection from the angels. I ask them to watch over me while I sleep and to surround me in their healing Light. This light is made of love, the strongest force in the Universe.
The Red Feather Man taught me, “The force of love is stronger than anything — even ignorance or hate. That’s why there is nothing to fear if you just stay in love and compassion.” So as the angels surround me and keep a vigilant watch, I am free to roam the astral and grow, even while sleeping.
Angels are not limited by gender, skin color or form. The dimension in which they dwell operates by universal principles that cause them to adapt to each particular situation. I grew up with the standard image we have of angels as these remote, perfect, white-and-gold unattainable female beings sporting lovely, flowing locks. Actually, angels can morph in appearance to accommodate the soul age of the person they’re asked to assist. These Beings of Light are so loving that they manifest in a form that will comfort, rather than frighten. If you expect a cherubic female in flowing crinoline with fluffy wings, that is what you will see.
To make my home more angel-friendly, I’ve added plenty of white candles everywhere. I have statues of angels that are white. I have a fountain of shells that is largely white. The white objects serve as a visual homage and reminder of the angelic realm. Their realm is swathed in white light.
Since the age of 18, I’ve been reading Tarot, and I routinely light a white candle and connect to the Beings of White Light in prayer before I do the reading. As an empath, I immediately sense their presence energetically. They gently whir at a higher frequency than we humans routinely generate. That’s likely why we hear their aural signal as a pleasant, high octave note.
None of us is more special than another to the angels. When you’re ready, go ahead and connect with them. You don’t need an intermediary or another’s permission. We are all equal and worthy in the eyes of the Beings of the White Light. As my friend Mary John (at Enchanted Rock Garden on Lyndale Avenue) extends in her loving mantra, “Guided and protected.”