Finding my angel wasn't something I actually set out to do. It just sort of happened as I was going about my life, learning to listen to the energies that surround me. To say it totally changed my perceptions and even my way of life is an understatement.
My first awareness of his presence came as I was walking my sister through an exercise I used to tap into the wisdom of the heart. We were at her home in the South Carolina mountains, sitting outside on a lovely spring day. As we sat there in the space that comes from an open heart, I sensed a presence I had not been aware of before. It felt somewhat like a person--there was a definite intelligence behind it, but when I turned around no one was there. I also felt the presence of a different intelligence near my sister, but as I instinctively recognized it was her angel and not mine I payed little attention to that one. The presence stayed behind me and somewhat on my left side. It did feel very protective and loving, and I relaxed in the thought it was there to help me. It also felt male, although I'm not sure why. I have always believed in angels and have reason to believe they saved me when I was much younger.
After that, I felt drawn to that energy. I wanted to know more about him--to connect with him on some conscious level. Somehow, I felt he wanted that also. I began to use quiet times of the day to still my thoughts enough to focus on that energy. I knew the energy now--had always known it--although I had never acknowledged it in the past.
Some of my best times of the day were at my job. I was working as a daycare teacher in a class full of two year olds. Naptime, which lasted several hours, was a time to do light cleaning and paperwork. It was also very quiet and I was free to focus on my own thoughts. For several days, I focused on the energy I now understood was my angel, and I began asking him questions. I also took to calling him "Bob" as I didn't really know his name. I could tell he found my nickname amusing as I could feel laughter and humor welling up from him when I used the name.
Several days into this communication time with my angel, I was once again calling him "Bob". All of a sudden, very distinct words formed in my head. "My name is Saul." I was quite stunned. I hadn't even asked the question. "Really?" I felt a warm reassurance that I had indeed gotten it right. My angel had a name! His name was Saul!
The whole experience in some ways was very surreal for me. After all, I was conservative Christian at the time. Talking with spiritual entities is just not something that is done in that community! After all, you might just get led astray by some demon entity masquerading as an angel of light! (At least that is the prevailing wisdom!) I understood, however, this was someone I already knew. I was learning how he talked to me. As I became more familiar with Saul's voice, I realized he had been talking to me for years and I had even heard him and understood him. I had been protected by him and given valuable insights on more than one occasion. I just never knew the voice/intelligence had a name.
My first awareness of his presence came as I was walking my sister through an exercise I used to tap into the wisdom of the heart. We were at her home in the South Carolina mountains, sitting outside on a lovely spring day. As we sat there in the space that comes from an open heart, I sensed a presence I had not been aware of before. It felt somewhat like a person--there was a definite intelligence behind it, but when I turned around no one was there. I also felt the presence of a different intelligence near my sister, but as I instinctively recognized it was her angel and not mine I payed little attention to that one. The presence stayed behind me and somewhat on my left side. It did feel very protective and loving, and I relaxed in the thought it was there to help me. It also felt male, although I'm not sure why. I have always believed in angels and have reason to believe they saved me when I was much younger.
After that, I felt drawn to that energy. I wanted to know more about him--to connect with him on some conscious level. Somehow, I felt he wanted that also. I began to use quiet times of the day to still my thoughts enough to focus on that energy. I knew the energy now--had always known it--although I had never acknowledged it in the past.
Some of my best times of the day were at my job. I was working as a daycare teacher in a class full of two year olds. Naptime, which lasted several hours, was a time to do light cleaning and paperwork. It was also very quiet and I was free to focus on my own thoughts. For several days, I focused on the energy I now understood was my angel, and I began asking him questions. I also took to calling him "Bob" as I didn't really know his name. I could tell he found my nickname amusing as I could feel laughter and humor welling up from him when I used the name.
Several days into this communication time with my angel, I was once again calling him "Bob". All of a sudden, very distinct words formed in my head. "My name is Saul." I was quite stunned. I hadn't even asked the question. "Really?" I felt a warm reassurance that I had indeed gotten it right. My angel had a name! His name was Saul!
The whole experience in some ways was very surreal for me. After all, I was conservative Christian at the time. Talking with spiritual entities is just not something that is done in that community! After all, you might just get led astray by some demon entity masquerading as an angel of light! (At least that is the prevailing wisdom!) I understood, however, this was someone I already knew. I was learning how he talked to me. As I became more familiar with Saul's voice, I realized he had been talking to me for years and I had even heard him and understood him. I had been protected by him and given valuable insights on more than one occasion. I just never knew the voice/intelligence had a name.
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