DISCOVERING ANGELS

01.23.2016

Angels. I believe they’ve always been around me, but when did I actually become aware of them? Actually communicate with them? Use their guidance in my life?

I began working with the angels not long after my nephew’s death. It was gradual for me. I found myself having the urge to read about them, to research and study and explore, not only the angels but all of Spirit. I’m not sure what I was looking for. I just knew I needed something more.

I read various books by different authors with varied perspectives on life and death. I did what we should all do when growing and learning, takes what’s true for you, absorb what resonates in your heart and gut, and discard the rest. Everyone is different. Everyone absorbs in their own way. Everyone sees things from their own perspective.

Once you ask for help from spirit, be ready to receive their guidance in all the various ways and signs it comes through. Visualize, imagine, what your angel looks like to you? Do you see him, or her, in a physical form? Or perhaps a subtle shift in your thinking and you just know the angel is there? It could be a soft warm light, or a special feeling of light and love in your heart? They are your angels, and they will come through in whatever way you’re most comfortable with. Whatever way you allow yourself to see, hear, feel, or know them.

I first became aware of Dagan, one of the many angels I communicate with on a regular basis on a Halloween night more than twelve years before, just before six in the evening. I had just shut down my computer at work preparing to leave for the day when the phone rang. I didn’t want to answer but the boss was still there, so I picked up the phone. It was a man wanting to make an appointment to bring his car in for service. I booted back up the computer, made the appointment and left the shop a few minutes later. On my normal route home, a bad accident had just happened, the intersection crowded with police and first responders. I knew I’d be smack in the middle of that accident if not for that phone call. It was a deep knowing in my gut. I pulled over to the side of the road and cried. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for Mr. Dagan Fluke calling to schedule an oil change on his car. I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t show up for his appointment the next day. It was no coincidence his calling at that particular time. I knew it. I couldn't ignore the knowledge I now had that my angels were here to help me.

ANGELS II

During my next meditation, as I got relaxed and into my space, I simply asked God, the Universe, whoever was listening if Dagan was an angel. Was he my angel?

He appeared, in my mind, in my imagination, in my thoughts, who knows? But I felt him there. More of a feeling at first, a soft glow in the distance. I noticed how warm I felt, how peaceful this presence felt. As I relaxed and allowed myself to get to know an angel, Dagan felt more real. I imagined rich, dark blond wavy hair down to his shoulders. Eyes a deep warm brown. I could see him wearing a long light brown robe, sleeves to the elbows and trimmed with a green the color of spring leaves. His wings were colored with variegated browns, edged with that same green from tips to crown. He was beautiful.

I met with Dagan many times over the years. And got to know many others since I began to interact with my angels more than 18 years ago.