There is nothing as intriguing as synchronicity. I will share several vignettes with you that have occurred in the past two weeks.
We’ve all heard about “raw foods”. As a lifelong vegetarian but reluctant pre-vegan, I have had a slight interest in the concept of raw food. I’ve seen lots of ads and promos, and casually looked at recipes.
Now the little stories. At the I Can Do It conference in Vancouver earlier this month, my husband and I took a nice evening stroll before dinner on Saturday. I had my camera with me, as usual. We passed a building that had an eye-catching logo, plus the name Chopra. As Deepak is one of the spiritual teachers I have seen a couple of times, I was curious about this building and took a picture.
The next day, I went for lunch with my sister’s friend. She was going for raw food, and I thought I would give it a try. I followed her mindlessly, enjoying the sunny day and soon found myself back in front of the Chopra building! It was a yoga studio with a small raw foods cafe inside, one of her favourite eateries. I enjoyed the vegan riceless sushi immensely.
The following Monday, we met hubby’s brother for a visit and snack. He took us to - you guessed it - a raw foods restaurant. My carnivorous hubby looked like a fish out of water but we all had vegan smoothies. Even he could enjoy that!
Later that week, I had a conversation with someone who had a friend who’d had rampant cancer throughout her body. This lady was now in remission, and credited it, at least in part, with adopting a raw diet for three months.
I can’t ignore these events. I never intended to be a raw foods proponent, but I did buy a juicer recently. I haven’t used my stove in two weeks, other than boiling water for tea. I find myself frequently turning to a handful of nuts for a snack.
Does this confirm that my reluctance and discomfort in the kitchen is actually a pre-programmed path to raw foods and healthy living? Well, that’s taking it a bit too far. I’d attribute at least part of it to laziness!
I don’t want to make it sound like I am suddenly a shining example of a raw foods, vegan or even health-conscious consumer. I have tried almond milk, soy milk, rice milk and coconut milk, but still prefer cow’s milk, skim, on my cereal. I enjoy a latte every day, once again, with cow’s milk. I am trying raw sugar and stevia as sweeteners rather than white sugar, but I still use store-bought syrups. I have incorporated dark chocolate into my diet and am acquiring a taste for it, but still indulge in milk chocolate when it presents itself. And I do like potato chips.
Yet the signs are all around me that I am on the right track. I eat completely different foods than I did even ten years ago. I see that I am slowly but naturally leaning toward more healthful foods, without feeling like I am giving anything up or compromising.
One additional piece of information: Doreen Virtue teaches that things like alcohol, sugar, caffeine and other “unhealthful” substances stand in the way of our natural communication with the angels. She often mentions that many people are now being guided to be more careful about what they put into their bodies, not just for better health, but for clearer channels to the metaphysical.
All of this makes sense to me. Do you have a similar story? Share it with me while I dig into these dark chocolate almonds!
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If you lived through the 1970’s or even read about them, you may be familiar with the cheesiest pick-up line ever: “Hey, baby. What’s your sign?” This implies that if he knows my astrological sign, he has a good idea about our compatibility.
Well, baby, I’m a Gemini. How do you classify yourself? I know, I know, we aren’t supposed to limit ourselves with labels, but we still do. I don’t see it as a negative thing; just a tool to help us to understand ourselves.
Besides the zodiac, there are archetypes and psychological, social and personality models. Myers Briggs. The Big Five. Zamora personality test. Chinese horoscope. Chinese medicine. Maybe even the DSM-5.
I find all of these interesting, and they give me some comfort when I need to know I am connected and share similar traits with others. There are many of us who feel like aliens, like we don’t quite belong and are “different”. This may apply to every single one of us, for all I know.
So when I went to Angel Camp in Kona, Hawaii last June, I shouldn’t have been surprised to find yet another classification system: Realms of Earth Angels. I had already identified myself as a Lightworker light years ago, someone who had my own personal mission but felt a larger mission to contribute to the world as well. In Hawaii, I got to explore this deeper.
Doreen Virtue has a system for classifying Lightworkers that is continuously evolving, as new information comes forth. At Angel Camp, we had a delightful introduction to each realm that Doreen has currently identified, and we were asked to figure out to which realm we belonged.
There were the Incarnated Angels, with their sweet, compassionate personalities. There were the Elementals: playful fairies, pixies, gnomes and the like. There were the Wise Ones, solemn and deep. Mermaids, Knights, Star People. Hybrids and blends.
I thought about it and wasn’t sure which group I resonated with the most. I decided to approach the Fairies first. I have a history of deep, serious traits since infanthood so I knew I had some Wise One energy, but I have also been called a pixie and fairy many times throughout my life. Just look at my picture and I think you’ll see why!
A friend and I approached the Fairy station with a hesitant smile and shrug. The lead Fairy took a quick look at me and without any acknowledgment, turned her back on me and busied herself. I looked at my friend incredulously and said aloud, “Well, obviously I don’t belong here!”
Next, I wandered over to the Mystic Angels. This is a blend of Wise Ones and Angels. As I listened to the lead Mystic Angel speak, I became more and more comfortable. This group had many traits of Angels, but in addition, had both a serious side and a bawdy side. These could work in jails and institutions that would be too heartbreaking for sensitive Angels. They made good hospice workers and grief counsellors. Many of the people I’d already connected with were also drawn to this realm.
Mystic Angels might also have a naughty side that would make a card-carrying Angel blush. Some liked to drink, smoke, swear, (not me, of course!) or tell off-colour jokes. I internalized all this information and knew this was my realm. I knew I was finally Home.
At the end of this exercise, I walked away and was suddenly swept up in an unfamiliar energy. I began to sob and became so light-headed and tingly that I had to hold onto a table. I felt conspicuous and a little embarrassed, so I headed to a corner until this wave of weeping subsided. Another Mystic Angel came to check on me. I was able to choke out, “I’m okay. This is joy!” She wisely left me alone.
This was such a profound experience for me. It was amazing for me to feel so deeply that I belonged. When I came home, I identified myself as a Mystic Angel, but soon, I felt something was missing. What was it?
I was aware of it when I looked in a mirror. I was aware of it when my heart soared at the sight of the river or a tree or some beautiful flowers. I was aware of it when I made a funny face guaranteed to make water come out of my husband’s nose while he was brushing his teeth. I was aware of it when I gathered my cloth grocery bags and reusable coffee cup and went out to do errands.
I realized that my heart knew what it was doing when it first headed over to the Fairy realm in Kona. A piece of me is Fairy. I may be 90% Mystic Angel but there is soft, twinkling Fairy blood flowing through me as well. What to do! Well, as I’ve always had a rather complex personality, the only thing to do was to create a new classification for myself.
So how do I classify myself? Trust me, I’ve imagined all sorts of variations of potential names. Mystic Angel-Fairy? Wise Pixie-Angel? I settled on the name that settles most comfortably and easily within me. I am a Mystic Fairy-Angel.
And Baby, I’m curious. What’s your realm?
If you would like to discover your realm, go to Angelic Realms. You can also try this Questionnaire.
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This is the sixth in a "Getting to Know the Archangels" series. There will be a total of fifteen.
I feel compassion for Archangel Azrael, being misrepresented in pop culture as the dark Angel of Death or worse yet, the Grim Reaper... not good for the reputation! Instead of being someone to fear, Azrael is our daily companion, as the sun dies to the night, as the flowers die to the winter, as our loved ones die to the next phase in their existence.
I had an unusual synchronistic experience recently that brought Azrael to my side. This is a story of Divine Timing and an abrupt farewell to a friend. I had been going through some deep, troubling personal issues, and decided to walk away from as many obligations and circumstances in my life as I could.
One thing that was difficult to put aside was my visits to the hospital. Anne-Marie had been my friend for over fifteen years. Sometimes we socialized and spent time together; sometimes we would go months without communicating. That never stood in the way of our friendship. She had been in and out of the hospital for years with a serious illness.
One night I was doing some work on my computer and I had to check my old email account. I had stopped using it last year in favour of a different account. There were many old messages, most of them advertising and such, but among them was a message from Anne-Marie’s husband. It informed me that Anne-Marie was in Hospice!
The bottom dropped out of my stomach. I visited my friend as soon as I could. She was awake and lucid. I sat with her and held her hand, as was our habit. We talked; she asked about the issues that she knew were going on in my life. She became tired and her speech began to wander. Her eyes fluttered and she dozed, occasionally mumbling and sighing. I prayed, I hummed, I talked to angels: Archangel Azrael, of course, who guides and comforts souls as they make their transition, and healing angel Raphael.
I connect with angels through colour, and I see Azrael as a beautiful creamy-white feather, and Raphael as a sparkling emerald green light. As I held Anne-Marie’s hand, I visualized these colours around her, with comfort and love from these angels. In my mind, the two colours blended into a soothing mint green.
I had a restless sleep that night and kept half-dreaming about mint green. I had to go to a course the next day, so I shut my phone off. When I checked it after lunch, I saw I’d missed a call. I was shaking as I listened to the message: Anne-Marie had passed earlier that morning.
I was slightly shocked as I reviewed the events in my mind. From getting the misplaced email, to visiting Hospice, to finding out Anne-Marie was gone, all in the space of about 33 hours.
I am humbled by Divine Timing. It allowed me to have one last visit with my friend before she moved on. Anne-Marie knew how to live and she knew how to die. She was optimistic and inspirational during her illness. She took charge of her own destiny by directing all medical procedures and decisions. She was unafraid and ready to go in whatever direction life led her. I am still amazed by how these events unfolded. I am so grateful for the entire experience, and the connection with Archangel Azrael, certain that his presence helped to ease and erase pain and fear.
Later that week, I did an Angel Therapy session for someone I met at a course we were both taking. She had some issues with grief, loss and fear. Two of the three cards I drew for her reading were messages from Azrael.
It was so timely, as this person had been receiving visitations from relatives beyond the veil. She was also having a lot of feelings about a change in her role and self-image as she retired from work. How perfect that Azrael let her know that he was present to assist her.
Azrael is there for us during any difficult time, dealing with the little deaths we experience each day. He assists those making their transition as well as those of us left behind. He is an unseen guardian and guide for grief counsellors.
Death, transition, grief, loss... these are the domains of the loving and comforting presence of Azrael. Invite him in with love and without fear.
Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the
next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.
- Mahatma Gandhi
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I am a Mystic Angel with some Fairy energy whose Life Purpose is to learn, teach and share the esoteric and mysterious.