Tone Magazine – December 2007 Issue
Of all the workshops that I teach, the one on Angels has to be my all time favourite. That’s probably because it was the angels that got me into teaching in the first place. Back a few years ago, before I had ever dreamed of getting up in front of a group of people and teaching anything, the mere thought of speaking in public terrified me. My palms would get all sweaty, my heart would begin to skip beats as it raced faster and faster, and my head would begin to spin as panic would settle over me when I was asked to “put myself out there” and “speak my truth.” “What truth?” I would always ask myself. “What is my truth, and who wants to hear about it anyway?” was the constant message that I would give to myself. That little voice inside my head was insistent that I could not and would not ever get up and talk about anything that wasn’t based in fact or that I couldn’t somehow prove. Proof was my safety net, my back up just in case someone would get upset with anything I was saying. After all, if someone else had said it first, I could always blame them. Boy, did I have a lot to learn.
Angels have been a big part of my life for about the last 15 years or so. Being brought up a good Catholic girl, we were always taught about angelic beings that would fly around the sky, watching over humans, and maybe, just maybe, if you were good enough, you would actually get to see an angel, or maybe even get a message from one. A good Catholic girl I was, growing up through my teens, never getting into any trouble, never going against what I was taught, until, one day, when I was in my early thirties, my whole life fell apart. I hated everything about it, and wanted to create something else. Being as stuck as I was wasn’t fun. It actually brought me to the brink of ending it all. And on that day, I finally got my angel.
It was a voice that began inside of me and I could hear it in my head, sort of the same inner dialogue voice that we all have. It even kind of sounded like me, but I knew, deep inside of me, that it was different. The voice told me to get out of bed, to keep breathing, to keep going, because very soon, my whole life would be different. And I did. I kept going, kept breathing, and not 3 months later, my whole life changed. Things that I couldn’t have imagined began to happen. The inner voice that I had heard that day began to get stronger as I did my own healing work. There were a whole series of events that began to play themselves out to help me orchestrate my life to support the changes I needed to make on the outside as well. It was as if I had a team of unseen beings take over and bring me nothing but love and hope. Nine months later, I had gone from suicidal thoughts to loving myself and my whole life.
The unseen team of course, were my runner angels, who had simply responded to my cries for help. Very few people know about this angelic group, who are just waiting for you to give them permission to help you. Very few people also know that you are the commander and chief of all you create. You have a whole army of angelic beings just waiting for you to give them something to do. Many don’t know that you need to give them permission before they can begin their work with you.
My years of personal healing have taking me into many different modalities of healing, but the one that has never changed is my connection with the angels. My first encounter after “the voice” was during a very deep healing session that brought forward the 4 Archangels, Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael. Their initial messages many years ago are just starting to make sense to me now as I read back on them and realize how profound they really have been in my life since then. This group of 4 that I now fondly refer to as “The Guys” have stayed with me, helping me in my own healing process, as well as helping all those clients that come to me for their own healing issues.
So, how did they get me into teaching? Well, my love for these beautiful beings continued to grow over the years, and through the process of channeling their loving messages, I would come upon those who went into complete fear at the thought of getting a message from an angel. It seems that they were taught that it isn’t alright to “tap into those things we aren’t supposed to know”, and “it’s not OK to disturb heavenly beings”. Wow! I was taken aback. How these loving beings could be so misunderstood is beyond me. Trying to be a spiritual person is all great and wonderful, but my heart really ached for both the people in fear and for the angels, who’s job it is to deliver messages to all of mankind who ask for help in times of need. At the same time though, I need to honour where someone is and who may or may not be ready for this information.
It was Archangel Uriel who just dropped in one day, and basically told me to get my butt in gear. I had been going on for about a year about how much I wanted to put a workshop together that would teach people about who angels really are, and all the different ways they get their messages across. Uriel gave me the framework of a full day workshop in about half an hour, and told me to please face my fears and get myself out there. So, I did, and I’ve never regretted it. The information that I teach is amazing to most who attend our workshops and most have no idea how many ways angels will deliver a message. They have a job to do whether you believe in them or not, and they will always find a way to bring you love and hope.
My fears have subsided now to the point where I can sit in front of a group and simply allow the loving messages to flow through me. I’m no longer afraid of saying something that someone might disagree with. Actually, I welcome their questions and comments since that is what makes a workshop great. I no longer have to hide behind proving anything since the Angels will always find a way to make themselves known, no matter what. Yes, you are special enough to receive angelic messages. And you are, in every moment having messages whispered in your ear from these beings who only want you to experience joy. Wouldn’t it be nice to know what those messages are?