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Feeling very beaten up these days by Life and after the decades of wrenching I have endured, I had been feeling very much like taking to my bed, pulling the covers over my head, and sleeping for an eternity. Occasionally, I have actually tried to do this, with amusing results which indicate clearly that my mission is not to explore the insides of my eyelids, but to be awake and functioning.

In regard to the state of sleep, I have often tried to squeeze in some extra zzzzz time, to no avail. I have awakened, then attempt to sleep longer. After just a few moments, the sound of an actual alarm clock has gone off, usually up and to my left, so loud that I jump out of bed in a rush. “Ah, Angels,” I think, as I realize that I don’t even own an alarm clock. Then there is nothing for it but to get up and face that day. Another favorite sound for my Angels is the blare of the telephone, which rings loudly in my ear, usually up and to my left. Leaping out of bed I realize that no telephone is ringing in the real world, so again, I’m up and prepare to face the day. Sometimes I hear my name called, loudly, once, and with great effect. To this too, I leap up as if stung by yellow jackets only to find that I am all alone with my current mission, which won’t get done if I am lying like a lump in bed. More’s the pity….. For those times when nothing else seems to do the trick, the sound of a cannon going off guarantees results every time. Never mind leaping. This catapults me out of bed, and I get the message totally. You! Up! Now! Inventive little creatures aren’t they, those Angels?

Meditation has become a favorite time for me. A state unlike sleep and even more satisfying and relaxing, I have become reluctant to leave it, even when I am hovering over my body—especially at that time. I have found myself attempting to stay in the meditative state when it is clearly time to be up and at ‘em. If I persist in trying to stay in meditation, I have heard the most exquisite and lovely of chimes, tinkling and bonging just up and to my left. For some reason, I respond to this dutifully, returning to my body and getting on with my life.

These experiences beg several questions: why is it so important for me to be awake when I am usually alone in my house? What is so terribly important that I must be awake NOW and not a moment later? Is my pathetic little life so vital to the function of this earthly plane that Angels would go to this kind of trouble to awaken me? And why are the sounds so different, depending on whether I am in the sleep state or in meditation?

For now, my conclusions are few. Apparently, each one of us has some vital function in our own circles which relies on our being awake and either interacting with others in our vicinity, or, in my case, the work that I am doing in solitude, not the least of which is continuing these posts, dear Readers. As inconsequential as each of us might regard herself, despite not being in the news or in the gossip columns, each one of us is important in the universal scheme of things, while we are alive and breathing on this earth. Life can beat us down, but we are still important! So important that Angels send forth trumpets, cannons, chimes, alarm clocks, and telephones just to get our attention so that we will continue with our mission. Let us accept, then, the gentle urging of our Angels and continue with our own very important private Heavenly mission.

Many of us have heard the old saying, “I’ll believe it when I see it”. Not many know that things are really the other way around: you’ll see it when you believe it. This happens because thoughts are things. That bears repeating in caps: THOUGHTS ARE THINGS. What you believe you manifest; what you cannot believe will not come into your life. So, you will see what you believe. This was brought home to me not long ago after a purchase I made had gone awry.

Having moved recently to a much smaller dwelling, I found there was not enough room for my books. The thought occurred to me that I could buy an ornamental bookcase or cabinet to store my books that could be decorative as well as functional. Amazingly, I found a beautiful antique cabinet that would fit the bill. After careful measuring, looking, thinking, planning, and visualizing, I took the plunge and bought it. It was delivered to my house along with the key, and I turned the key to open the door. The key did not work. It would not unlock the cabinet. There I was, with a beautiful antique wooden cabinet that had just become useless. I cannot even begin to describe my emotions.

Finally taking control, I called the antique store, whose personnel had not been very friendly or helpful up until now. Nevertheless, one of the co-owners agreed to come to my house to unlock the door. She came quickly, and I stayed out of her way, as she tried repeatedly without success to unlock the door. Still staying out of her way, I began washing the dishes, taking my attention away from that blasted locked door. As my mind wandered, I recalled in times past how I had pictured something occurring and then having that thing actually happen in real life very soon after I began picturing it. So, I started picturing the door being open and how happy both of us would be as we viewed the open door. Within five minutes, she had the door open, when for the past 1/2 hour she had had no success whatsoever. We jumped around, shouted, whooped, and congratulated each other. I thanked her profusely for her help and vowed never to lock that door again.

Since THOUGHTS ARE THINGS, why wouldn’t everyone begin picturing abundance and happiness? Why not indeed? Keep your sunny side up, see, feel, and breathe your aspirations, then expect them to happen. You won’t even be able to recognize your life.

Lest you think that dreams are meaningless, dear Readers, allow me to share with you a most interesting “dream”. Having moved to North Carolina last autumn, I was desirous of securing a job so that I could keep living here. After many false starts, I was offered a job at the Medical Center in Greenville; a condition of hire was to pass a test measuring one’s physical capacity. This involved isometric measurements while straining against stationary weights. Despite my physically fit condition, I did not pass the test. I was offered a retake of the test, scheduled for five days later, again, though, with the understanding that passing the test was a condition of employment. All this transpired on a Friday, with the retake of the test to occur on the following Wednesday.

Distraught and confused, I called on my good friend, Jean, who obliged by showing me how to use the nautilus equipment in the gym. I spent two days alternating between worrying and straining, as I sought to strengthen muscles I had thought to be adequate for the tasks I was to perform. In a panic of cold sweat, I lay down to sleep on Sunday night, trying to picture my success. Very early Monday morning, I began drifting up from a very deep sleep. Still asleep, but being internally alert, my first thought was, “Oh, thank heavens. I’ve passed the test.” With this deep sense of “knowing” came a sense of relief, as well. As this thought penetrated, my relief became greater, knowing that I did not have to worry about the test anymore. Nearing the waking state even closer, I thought to myself, “Wait a minute. What day is this? Why, it’s only Monday. The test isn’t until Wednesday. What do you mean I passed the test?” Confused, I fell asleep again.

As I awoke on Monday morning, this dream stayed with me, but I was a little afraid that it might not be true, so I did not tell anybody about it. Still, whenever I thought about the upcoming test, the sense that I had already passed it was very strong in me. Just to be on the safe side, though, I spent a little time each day picturing success.

I retook the test on Wednesday, putting every ounce of my effort into it, dream or no dream. During the retake, there were two new parts to this test that had not been present in the original trial, which might account for my having failed it the first time. Yes, I did pass the test. Yes, I was exultant and exuberant, and thanked my Angels who had taken the trouble to give me a peek into the near future.

Dear Readers, I cannot encourage you strongly enough to begin to pay attention to your dreams and seemingly idle passing thoughts. These can contain valuable information for directions in your life, whether as encouragement (as was my dream) or warnings. In each case, know that your Angels are in your corner, if you would only listen to them.

Hello, dear Readers. On this day after Thanksgiving, I wish to share with you a story that started out in disaster and ended in gratitude, with much to be thankful for.

About a month ago, the Northeast was inundated with a snowstorm such as has not been seen in quite some time. It left nearly 31 inches of wet, sticky snow in some areas, felled trees, knocked out power lines, and gave some of a real run for our money, as we waited for 5 days, or more, for the power to came back on.

The story: I left work that night at 11:30 pm with high hopes that I would be able to beat the storm and arrive safely at home, 25 miles away from where I work. Although my Angels had been nudging me to have my snow tires put on before the end of October, I resisted, thinking that snow doesn’t usually fall much before the first days of December. So, no snow tires. And without snow tires, my car acts like it’s on a greased griddle when there’s so much as one flake on the road. With this handicap, I set off into the hills of central Massachusetts.

The going was terrible. It being a Saturday, no snow plows were out. I made it out of the city by the skin of my teeth, shouting at my Angels at each and every hill to help me get up them. Several cars and trucks tailgated me until I slid across the road, then, they all stayed far behind me, so I was not in danger of hitting them. By sheer will and adrenalin, I made it to within ten miles of where I live. Here, several police cars blocked the road. The police were waiting for the highway crews to cut through the trees that had fallen across the country road, so we waited while they cut. In speaking to the officers, they told me that going to my town would be “pretty rough” and that I would have been better staying in the city where I work. Argh! I couldn’t turn around because I’d never get back up those hills again, with the snow falling the way it was. There was nothing for it, but to forge ahead.

Forge ahead I did, taking all the roads that ran around the big hills. Then, I came to another stop. This time it was a pick-up truck in the road. I hopped out of the car and ran to see what was up. It was a tree, right across the road. So didn’t the driver jump out of his truck, take a chainsaw out of the truck bed, and proceed to cut up that tree! At this point, I began to see a pattern. As the man cut, I dragged branches off the road until it was cleared enough for one lane trafflic. By this time, there was a respectable line behind us, and don’t you know, my car started to spin because of not having snow tires. Several people behind me helped push my car back onto the road and we all went ahead until the next tree stopped us. This was no one-man, one-chainsaw tree. But, as luck would have it, the highway department guys were on the other side of that tree with BIG chainsaws and sawed us out in good time. Most of the cars were stopping in that town, but I still had ten miles to go. No one was hopeful, but they wished me luck.

With adroit maneuvering and hollering at my Angels, I made it to the base of the 2 1/2-mile tall hill that separated me from Home Sweet Home. First, I tried a side road around the hill, but the little incline was too much for my snow tireless car and I ended up sideways across the road. Again, with some kind of luck, I was able to turn around and head back to the tremendous hill. Gamely, I went for it. I made it around the U-curve and headed up, only to become stuck in a snowbank on a curve. Any car or snow plow coming by would not see me and just wipe out my car, so it was obvious that I couldn’t stay in it.

What to do? My intention was to leave the car there and walk up the 2 1/2 miles to my house in the raging snowstorm–this is what adrenalin can do for you. It gives you all kinds of superhuman strength, but not a lot of common sense. My iPhone was in my purse, and although I get no signal at the top of the hill, for some reason the bottom of the hill gave me 5 bars. Accessing the internet (thank you, Angels!), I googled the police dispatch phone number for my town and requested permission to leave my car where it was. Permission was denied, but they sent out an SUV with beautiful snow tires to help me out. The officer first tried to push my car out of the snow bank, but no go. He then called a tow truck that pulled me out, so all I had to do was back down the rest of the hill in the blinding snow to the parking lot at the bottom. Needless to say, I got stuck several times and had lots of trouble getting out, but finally made it to the parking lot. The police allowed me to park my car and they took me home.

When we reached my driveway, I realized that even if I had made it up that hill (which was impossible), I would not have been able to drive into my driveway because of the two feet of snow blocking it. The nice policeman walked with me to my door, made certain that I was safely in the house, then left. Although there was no snow inside my house, neither was there any electricity. That meant no lights, no heat, and no water. The temperature was 45 degrees inside, but at least there was no snow. While the storm raged outside, I was cuddled up under 15,000 blankets, thanking my lucky stars that I had made it home in one piece. What usually took 45 minutes, had taken 3 1/2 hours and all of the adrenalin I had stored for the next year.

So why is this story post-worthy? It is not a universal whine or even a “why me?” tale. After going over the events in my mind, I was aghast at all of the many places where divine intervention had mitigated a disastrous situation. First of all, so many people were on the road at that hour. Usually, I run into nearly no one at that hour of the night, but everywhere I turned, it seemed to be wall-to-wall people. Secondly, even though my car had no snow tires, I was able to go up hills that should have been impossible obstacles. Thirdly, wherever trees had fallen onto the road, someone with a chainsaw was present to cut a path. Even around here, people don’t usually have chainsaws in the backs of their pickup trucks, yet here was a lone driver who had his chainsaw, and he was there to help me. And when that really BIG tree was across the road, no less than the Highway Department (!) with BIG chain saws was on the other side, cutting a path on the road. Amazing. Fourthly, so many kind people were available to push me out of one snow bank and get me going. Fifthly, all alone at the bottom of that huge hill, with my car stuck in a snow bank, I was able to access the internet in my cell phone and summon help! Lastly, the kind, helpful policemen and one tow-truck saved my car and my bacon, because, looking back, I would never have been able to make it up that hill on foot. They would have found my lifeless body in the spring, frozen in a snow bank.

This kind of amazing heavenly supervision goes on all the time for each and every one of us. Of course, this kind of help also begs the question: why do we have to go through these kinds of experiences—but that is a post for another time. Suffice it to say that truly each hair on your head is counted by all of the Angels in heaven, who care for you as no other. Look around at your own lives, my dear Readers, to discover all the ways in which your own Angels care for you.

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.