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Over many decades of experience, I have determined that our Angels take care of us in many unusual ways, many of which we don’t even know about until we take the time to pay attention. I’d like to share with you one way that my Angels take care of me: they always give me just enough money to live, making allowances for unexpected expenses. And that money comes in ways and through means that I never expect.

After having duly filed my income taxes for this year, my memory seemed to be that I had owed money to my state government, for which I sent the required check. Imagine my surprise when a notice came from my state government! Oh-oh, I thought. This is either very, very good or very, very bad. I opened the envelope to find a refund from these people with an explanation that line such and such did not agree with line so and so. Instructions were included, should I wish to file a disagreement. Ha! While I was thrilled to get this substantial refund, my mind went into muse mode: it remembered that every time I had an unexpected expense, money would appear in the mail from some obscure place–just enough money to pay a bill, with some left over for living. What kind of bill would require this extra money?

Putting the check away for the moment, I turned to balancing my checkbook and generally looking at my finances. Lo and behold, I found the mortgage payment due, but not enough money from my employment checks to cover the total. Adding the refund from the state government would allow me both to pay the mortgage and have a little left over for food or gas! Those foxy Angels had done it again, saving my little pink butt, as well as my credit rating.

With this gift from Heaven, I had to seriously rethink the pressures under which I am currently laboring and which I have repeatedly requested my Angels remove. Because things haven’t changed, I assumed that I was on my own in this regard. Not true. My Angels are truly watching over me, as evidenced by this unexpected infusion of cash. Something else must be in the works. Perhaps I have much to learn from the current untenable situation in which I find myself. Perhaps I am working out some serious past karma and so must live through this. Whatever the explanation, my Angels are truly working with me and are helping me out in every way that they can. Yours are doing the same, dear Readers. Keep listening. Pay attention. Slow down. Be vigilant. You will notice patterns and signs which will tell you how your Angels are working with you. Keep the faith and hang in there. Heaven cares.

Your Angels have had me on another assignment for some time, which explains my recent absence from these posts. They have given me leave, for the moment, to share with you another tidbit from their realm. This concerns the finding of lost articles. How many of us have lost keys, wallets, earrings, cell phones, glasses, and so on, then have spent valuable time searching for them, sometimes to no avail? Your Angels ask you, why do the hard work by yourselves? Why not ask for Heavenly aid, which is always at your fingertips, for the mere asking? They encourage you to seek their assistance, much as my Hungarian friend Béla did in the following three hand-picked-by-Angels examples. You may remember Béla from his earlier brush with Erzsébet:

August 22, 2010: Table Tilting
August 24, 2010: Experiments in Spirit Power
August 31, 2010: Erzsébet the Nutrition Angel
September 1, 2010: Erzsébet at Work

A few days ago, Béla called to chat. It seemed that his lawn sprinkler had stopped working. Feeling adventurous, he took the sprinkler apart, noted all the parts, then put it back together. When he tried it out, it didn’t work. Blessed with mechanical ability, Béla realized that an important gasket was missing, without which the sprinkler was dead in the water, so to speak. Fuming, he trooped out to the lawn to find it. He searched everywhere in the grass near to where the sprinkler had been, but found nothing. He searched the garage where he had disassembled and reassembled the sprinkler. Nothing. Becoming increasingly frustrated, he suddenly remembered Erzsébet. “Erzsébet, find that #&%@ gasket for me!” he said demurely. He felt a “zone” around him. He walked over to the reassembled but nonoperational sprinkler in a kind of trance. He picked it up. He turned it around. There, stuck to the side of the shaft was the missing gasket. Aghast, he chuckled aloud and thanked her for her assistance. Had he not found this gasket, it would have meant a trip to the hardware store and much time and energy in disassembly and again reassembly. Asking for help, he found that non-findable gasket within a few, extremely short minutes.

Flushed with success and basking in my encouragement, Béla related two instances in which his departed father, Béla, Sr., had directly helped him find important missing items. The first instance involved a key that was nowhere to be found. Béla, Sr. had been a carpenter and as such, had a completely stocked workshop. Being so stocked, articles were sometimes hard to find. Béla, Jr. needed a key that his father had kept down in the workshop, but where to look? There were benches, drawers, countertops, boxes, chests, barrels, toolboxes—the list of possibilities for the location of the key was endless. Somewhat exasperated, Béla said loudly, “Papa, where is the key??” Immediately, something turned him around 180 degrees so that he was now facing a small drawer in the shop. Again in a trance, he opened the drawer and there, inside, on the left was the key. Not given to rumination, Béla took the key and used it for its purpose.

Another time, Béla misplaced his glasses. He looked high. He looked low. He back-tracked. He searched. He hunted. Nothing. Exasperated, he hollered, “Papa, where are my glasses?!” Something turned him around and pushed him into the blue bedroom of his house and over to the middle bookshelf. There, on the shelf, were his glasses. Béla was in shock. As he told me the story, he said that he, himself, would never have thought to look there, since he had forgotten that he had been in the room earlier and had placed the glasses on the shelf.

Once again, these are seemingly extremely small examples of Angel power, yet how powerful they are. Items are lost. Items cannot be found. A cry for help is sent. Help is immediately given and the item is located. How cool is that? My own personal favorite request for aid is, “If it is findable, thank you for bringing it to me.” Never once has this failed me, if the item was findable. I used it to try to locate my lost cat, once, but she had been called to Heaven, so she was not findable on this earth. Consequently, my Angels could not bring her to me physically. But they allowed her to come to me and to purr in the middle of my chest while I was asleep. She purred so loudly and with such vigor that it felt almost like a million bumble-bees humming in my chest. The purr was so intense it was almost painful. In this way, though, my Angels both brought her to me and gave me reassurance that she was safe and happy. Happy? She was ecstatic and was overjoyed to share this with me.

Your Angels encourage you to talk to them, ask them, enlist them for aid. They understand that we all have come here with difficult assignments and even understand how trying our lives can be. They desire to be of assistance. Ask them for help. Request their aid. And listen to their soft, sweet murmurs of advice. They are on your side.

Once again your Angels have given me interesting information to share with you, the purpose of which I do not know, but those of you who read this post will know that it is for you. In my line of work, I daily come into contact with life and death, whether from my patients or from stories told to me by their family members. For their own reasons, something about me instills confidence in them. Feeling that they will receive a fair hearing, they then tell me the most amazing things, things that, by their own admission, they are unwilling to share with others for fear of being thought “odd”, “unusual”, or the dreaded “c” word: crazy.

One of my patients had had routine surgery and was recuperating before being transferred to a rehabilitation center for further work. His wife was visiting him; both were sitting in chairs, comfortably ensconced. As I chatted with them, the patient mentioned (for some unknown reason; straight out of the blue), that his wife had been in a coma for some weeks and had now recovered. In fact, she seemed perfectly fine, with no hint of aftereffects from such a lengthy period of unconsciousness. Looking at her with great interest, I gently asked a few searching questions. This was all she needed and she proceeded to tell me the story:

For several weeks she apparently had been unconscious in a hospital. She had no recollection of much of this time. Near the end of the coma—she did not know at the time that the coma was about to end—she became aware of floating above her body, which was in the hospital bed below her. She saw her father, mother, nurses, other hospital personnel, all around her bed. In adjacent corridors and rooms she saw other people, although she was not present in those areas. Her father was speaking to her. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she noticed a hollow tube that appeared in the air around her. Somewhere far down the tube she saw a light, which was bright, but did not hurt her eyes.

At this point, she interrupted her narrative to tell me that she had bargained with the Being in the Light to come back to the earth. I asked her what the Being had said to her and how she came to feel that she was bargaining with It. With that question, she continued her narrative. She said that as she moved through the tube and went into the Light, she knew that this was it, that she was leaving her body, her family, and her life on earth. Upon acknowledging this realization, she told the Being, “Oh, no. I can’t leave. I have little children. There’s no one who can take care of them!” With these words, she immediately found herself back in the hospital bed to horrible pain, which has now passed. Since that time, she has much peace, knowing that “death” is not the dreaded bogeyman under the bed, but a peaceful, beautiful floating toward an amazing Light of pure and unconditional Love.

On ending her narrative, I thanked her profusely for sharing this incredible story with me, which has the same elements of near-death experiences (NDE), as reported by Dr. Moody (see Reading). She also thanked me, saying that she was relieved that I believed her story. She said that initially she had only told her mother, who, thank the Angels, listened and believed her. Since having had this NDE, she is less reluctant to share, although she is still reticent to some extent—all the more amazing that she shared it with me, a total stranger. The peace and joy on her face is unmistakable and she exudes a calmness that only a profound experience such as this can impart.

This kind of experience, willingly shared, can uplift us all as we struggle with our little daily grind. For me, it reaffirms my commitment to staying open to guidance, to staying open to the experiences dictated by my own Angels (even though these experiences may not be very pleasant nor do they always make sense to my logical, rational mind), and to keeping the lines of communication to our Angels open by continually listening to Them. This I do through stilling my mind, stilling my thoughts, avoiding the temptation to judge and criticize others, and to roll with whatever comes my way. Some days I even succeed with all of these; some days I have to try again. My hope is that those of you reading this interesting story will find the inspiration to continue to stay in touch with your Angels.

Last week the Angels sent a blithe spirit my way who had such wonders to tell that I must share them with you. Some of them may sound unusual, but I am only the typist, writing what my Angels dictate, sometimes through the words of our fellow human beings.

As always, this encounter began innocuously enough. Having had lunch with a good friend, let us call her Joan, we went to her house to retrieve a book. Her mother, Louise, was visiting. We were introduced, and, within a few sentences, the conversation turned to the extraordinary. Louise began by hesitantly hinting that she had experienced two unusual occurrences in her life. That was all I needed. With gentle encouragement, she told us of the following:

As a younger woman, she was driving along a road in Connecticut, in broad daylight. As she drove, she happened to look toward her left, at a large, open field. Still driving, she suddenly became aware of a saucer-shaped object descending toward the ground, gently drifting. She said that it made no sound, just drifted down gently, touched down, then just as gently, drifted up and away. The craft was approximately 20 feet in diameter, silver, rounded, with flashing lights near the top. There was absolutely no sound. Other drivers on that same highway also saw the craft, but no one stopped; all continued on their way, as did Louise. She never doubted that she was awake and in full possession of her senses. For quite a while, Louise scanned the newspaper to see whether anyone had reported this sighting. She also wondered whether she might meet some of the other travelers on that highway to speak to them about this unusual sighting. After telling me this story, she looked at me to see whether or not I thought she was crazy. I assured her that I look for UFOs nightly and we all laughed.

At a later time in her life, Louise’s mother lay dying. Louise was at her side at the moment of departure. Louise turned her head slightly, looking away from her mother, and just then, she saw a silvery substance drift out of her mother’s body and dissolve gently into the air. Turning to look at her mother squarely, Louise saw nothing out of the ordinary, aside from her mother’s body. This memory had remained with her for all of this time. As she told me the story, she said in wonder, “I saw my mother’s spirit leave her body!”

After Louise told us of these wonders—seeming grateful that we did not think her demented, she haltingly mentioned that she had yet one more incredible tale to tell. Finding approval on our faces, she told us that at one point in her life, she needed to have a spinal tap while in the hospital. The doctor prepared her back, then inserted the needle into her spinal cavity. Immediately, she found herself floating above her body, watching the people below her beginning to realize that there was a problem. Quickly reacting, they began CPR, and Louise saw them pushing on her chest. She, herself, knew that she was fine and wondered what all the fuss was about. Watching them work on her body, she began to feel a tug, a pull, away from the hospital scene. Looking up, she saw in the distance a tunnel, the edges of which were coming closer. She watched this tunnel growing larger, coming closer, and feeling the tug growing stronger. Suddenly she decided that she was not ready to go just yet and poof! she found herself back in her body, this time wracked with pain. Such pain! She said it took a long time for the pain to go away.

Questioning her closely about her decision to stay behind, Louise said that she just felt that she was not ready to leave, that she still had business connected with her body, so the decision to stay was quite natural. As to a Spiritual Being, which some people report encountering, Louise said she did not see one, although she did see a light that was beginning to gleam in the tunnel as it came closer to her.

As she told us this last and final occurrence, she seemed satisfied with having given out this important information that she had been carrying within herself for all of these years. She was calm, composed, serene. As for me, I was aghast. Here was a person I had only just met, sharing with me vitally important information that corroborates nearly everything that I have read and researched for over 40 years: UFOs, the existence of the Spirit, and a classic NDE, all in the space of 20 minutes. Despite skepticism and cynicism in some people, everyday wonders like these told by Louise actually happen and actually are true. There is a life and existence beyond the one we have in our bodies and it behooves us to keep our eyes, ears, and, particularly our minds, open. Peeps, you never know from whence your education will come or how your Angels will present it, so stay open to those everyday wonders.

Yesterday’s post (February 27, 2011 Heaven knows best) gave us an excellent example of the experience of someone whose path had changed from her old job. It showed how her Angels had tried to alert her to her new position and what had happened when she made the decision not to accept their direction. Today’s post continues that same thought, again bringing home how much we can get in our own way when it comes to Angelic messages.

Another friend, Paula, like Daphne, had received a sweet, sweet job offer at another company. At her old company, which she frankly described as dysfunctional, Paula was well-regarded, but, as with many companies, had interpersonal and financial challenges. In this new company, Paula, as with Daphne, was offered more money—$100/week more; a kindly, fair, considerate supervisor; a congenial work environment; less stress. In addition, the person presenting the offer told her that Paula had been specifically chosen because of her maturity and experience, which would be an asset to the corporation.

Wouldn’t anyone accept such Heaven on earth? Not Paula. She interviewed, then went into intellectual mode, in a clear quandary as to her next step, apparently unable or unwilling to hear or accept her Angels’ crystal clear message. She talked with some of her friends and solicited their opinion. She said that she prayed and fasted, asking to be shown the path when it was glaringly apparent before her. In the end, after much tortured soul-searching, she declined Heaven’s offer.

In hearing of this, her Angels went into commando mode, setting me on her with a vengeance. I was pushed to call her and then they talked to her through me. Instead of listening, she threw words at me, seeming to have come to a conclusion that her Angels wished her to stay in her old position. They tried to explain through me that her work was done at her old job and new people were waiting for her to interact with them for their continued growth. This made no impression on her. I actually apologized for being so forceful, letting her know that these words were only coming through me and were not my own. For me, I fully realize that people’s lives are theirs to live and their decisions are theirs to make, without my interference. In every way, I tried to convince her that it was her very interested Angels who prompted me to contact her and who were now literally haranguing her.

Her Angels tried every tack they could to help her understand the importance of her decision. They spoke sweetly to her. They spoke sharply to her. They employed her own scriptural words with her. They sat quietly and listened while she rambled on, but they were unremitting in their insistence that she move to her new position. After nearly an hour, her solid veneer began to crack. She finally admitted the real reasons why she had declined the offer. First, she was afraid that she had been chosen for the position to serve as a mentor in an area in which she was not comfortable. She was afraid that she would be found wanting and so be judged harshly by her fellow employees. Secondly, she admitted to me and to herself that, exactly like Daphne, she was comfortable in her old job, despite the dysfunctionality, and did not want to start something new. She, like Daphne, looked only to her own wants and desires and did not consider that she has a larger role to play than to comfortably amble through life, collecting a paycheck and avoiding perceived unpleasantness.

With these admissions out in the open, for her to plainly see, speak, and feel, the Angels lightened up. They discussed with her the baselessnes of her fears. They sought to give her personal strength in speaking to her in phrases and images with which she was comfortable, telling her to “put on the armor of God”, to be invincible to the slights of others. Again they sought to appeal to her higher Self, pointing out to her the importance to the world of her accepting this new position. In the end, she was still not as convinced as was Daphne, but she was listening. Since this story has not yet been resolved, I only pray that Heaven does not bring out the stick, because it will be a complete shock to poor Paula.

Looking to what we can learn for our own lives from this example, we can clearly see that fear and the “comfort factor” are large factors in decision-making. We are afraid to trust our Angels to our future, thinking that if we do not control it and cannot see down the road, the future will not go well. We are uncomfortable with not knowing, when all is on a “need to know” basis. Our Angels will keep us safe and let us know all we need to know as we need to know it.

Also very much to the point, it is all too easy to become comfortable with our routines, no matter how deleterious and stultifying to our personal growth. Ignoring our Angels’ clearly transmitted messages, we look to our own petty wants and desires, allowing vast riches in all areas to pass us by. If we could only look up from our tiny opinions for a brief second and attempt to look at a bigger picture, we would clearly see that Heaven’s wishes are exactly our wishes. If we could look just a little farther up the road, we would see that the one we are on either comes to a complete dead-end in a filthy garbage heap or drops off sheerly into depths of despair and hopelessness. If we could pry our fingers off our own personal opinions and listen to a wiser voice, we would agree wholeheartedly that our present course is complete and a new road awaits us.

Luckily, the situation is not hopeless. We can train ourselves to rise above ourselves by diligent effort. Our Angels are always available for help and guidance as they speak to us directly or through others. Practice listening to a voice other than your own. Practice following those little hunches and gut feelings that seem so trivial and inconsequential. Practice getting out of your way by saying, “Your will be done; make my will yours”, then acting as if you actually believed this statement. Practice every day at every opportunity so that you may find your true path to the Light.