You might be surprised to learn that I haven’t always believed in angels.
In fact for much of my career as an intuitive reader, I didn’t give them even the slightest thought. They just weren’t real for me. Of all the mind-bending experiences I’d had (and trust me, there were a lot), none of them — or so I thought — had ever included angels. How could they be real?
I’ve come to learn that Spirit loves to take my unbelief as a kind of challenge. An invitation to crack open my awareness and show me exactly how many extraordinary things are truly possible, that I am refusing to see.
Which is exactly what happened with the angels and I. Spirit kicked down the door of my unbelief, and in an epic display I will never forget, showed me in no uncertain terms that yes, oh yes, angels are real.
Of course I saw none of it coming. Apparently Spirit loves that, too.
Several years ago I agreed to take an angel class with one of my best friends. I must admit, however, that I was dubious and largely uninterested. I figured it would be a class about cute angel mythology and then boom, we could go to lunch. Unsurprisingly, Spirit had other plans.
The teacher of the class was incredible. Not her style of teaching, but her, herself. She was large, well over six feet tall, with a booming voice and a strong and commanding energy. When she spoke people listened. There was something different and even unsettling about her, and I spent a good amount of time trying to figure out what it was.
About halfway through the class she revealed that she was also a channel for Archangel Raphael, and that he was present in the room with her, and with us. Hm, I couldn’t help but think. Maybe it wasn’t her energy I’d been feeling — maybe all along it had been Archangel Raphael. Could that be it?
But I didn’t believe in angels! So of course not.
Shortly after announcing that bit of information she told us that we would be doing a group meditation in which we’d all get to meet our personal angels. She informed us that Archangel Raphael would be facilitating, which all but guaranteed that we would indeed meet our angels. I tried to be open to the idea.
I entered into the group meditation with the other students, about 30 of us all together. It didn’t take long before I felt the same commanding energy I’d felt before, only now it was magnified. There was also a strange rhythm to it, like it was traveling around the meditation circle from person to person, increasing in speed until it became one long, amazingly powerful stream of energy.
I felt my breathing start to change. It was coming harder and faster, just like the energy looping around the circle. I also felt strange vibrations gather in my chest, near my heart, and also in my throat. Immediately after noticing that, something else caught my attention. It felt like an energetic tug, a magnetic prompt that caused me to open my eyes in the middle of the meditation and look across the room, to the southwest corner.
That’s when I saw it.
It was an energy spiral, spinning fluidly at the corner of the ceiling. White-gold, unmistakable, I watched as the spiral grew in size and then began to elongate … in my direction.
I followed as it got longer and longer, and then as it began to change, slowly morphing out of the spiral and into the form of a human man. The man continued spinning in the same spiral formation, traveling across the room and landing directly in front of my feet, one knee to the ground and his fist pressed under his chin. He looked up at me and smiled.
Which is when I seized. As in, I literally and physically seized.
I have only felt that kind of shock one other time in my life, and I haven’t felt it since (thank God). It rocked me to my core and it also deeply scared me.
I don’t know how many seconds went by, probably not many, but the encounter seemed timeless, like it was happening inside a golden bubble of thick, waving energy. Finally the shocking sensation stopped, and with it so did my seizing. I looked down at the man with wide eyes, no idea what to do and wanting badly to run right out of that class.
He was still smiling.
He was handsome, actually. He wore old fashioned brown pants and a brown vest with a green shirt, and the first thing I thought was that he looked like some kind of etheric Robin Hood. His hair was golden brown and his eyes were coppery-gold. If I’d met him on the street — without the huge shock of course — I wouldn’t have looked twice. He seemed as normal as anybody: no halo, no harp, no wings, just a man.
I did what I had done a million times with all sorts of other light beings: I asked him — telepathically — who he was.
Gabriel, he answered. In fact the answer resounded in my awareness before I was finished asking the question. Lightning fast.
I’m sure I made a face. As in, Archangel Gabriel?
And then I did something which I later realized I actually do far too often: I doubted.
Yes, doubted, if you can believe that. I had just seen a white gold angel-spiral spin out from the ceiling and then morph into a man who then twirled his way across the room and landed right in front of me …
…and still I doubted.
It’s not like I haven’t seen spirits before. I have. All sorts. Faeries, tree people, dead people, ancestors, animal spirits, and, as my last blog post articulated, even aliens. You name it and I’ve probably not just seen it, but interacted with it. Nonetheless, I couldn’t bring myself to accept what was actually happening right before my eyes.
For the sake of time let me just say that we continued to have a telepathic exchange in which he assured me that he was who he said he was. Even so, and because I’m a stereotypical stubborn Taurean, I told him I needed proof. What proof? he wanted to know.
We negotiated a bit, finally agreeing that he would leave his name in my environment three times over the next week. That meant I would specifically hear the word GABRIEL, maybe on the television, maybe in a conversation, maybe on the radio. All I needed was to hear his name three times and I told him I’d believe. He agreed.
It took less than three days.
The first evidence came the very next morning. I received an email from someone I knew who I hadn’t heard from in quite some time. Excited to open the email and see how he was doing, I was shocked to see one word and one word only: GABRIEL.
The next day I was visiting with a friend when he said (and I paraphrase), Oh! By the way, I was visited last night by two beings, and one of them was the Archangel Gabriel. He said that he’s working with you now, and then he left.
I hadn’t mentioned anything to my friend about the angel class, or my experience. I knew however that he was a channel and a psychic, so it didn’t surprise me he’d have such an encounter.
And then, the next day, I met someone who introduced himself as Gabriel.
Three evidences in three days.
To be honest, I was a believer after that first mysterious email. I was also thrilled to realize that there was an entire magical world I had yet to explore, that I was now, for whatever reason, being invited into. What could I learn? What did the angels want to tell me? What kind of work could we do together?
The very next night I would have my answer.
I was reading in bed late at night, ever the insomniac, when suddenly Gabriel popped through the bedroom door. I looked up, startled, to see him towering there with a strange shiny black astronaut helmet on. He looked ridiculous and I may have even laughed.
He then walked to the side of my bed, took the helmet off of himself and put it onto me. Instantly I heard loud multi-layered ringing in both of my ears and felt another, smaller shock. There were numbers and other sounds and a variety of sensations — and then he was gone.
From that night on I have been able to communicate with, hear, and channel angels. The channeling that’s come through, by the way, is nothing short of mind-blowing, covering Ascension advice, dimensionality, the nature of God and the Archangels, interdimensional travel, and much much more. I don’t just channel Gabriel, either. I work with Metatron, Michael, and other Archangels. I also have a host of my own angels — just as you do, as well. Every day, all day, I interact with them. I’ve truly grown to love them.
So my question to you is: Do you believe in angels? Have you ever had an angel encounter? Do strange things happen to you that make you wonder if your angels are around? Do you want to meet your angels?
Please leave your answers in the comment section below. I would love to hear your angel stories. Also let me know if you — like me, all those years ago — are finally ready for your own personal angel encounter. Because honestly, once you’re ready, put the astronaut helmet on. Things are about to get weird.
Are you interested in learning more about angels? If so, check out my new class, All About Angels, starting on September 16th. In it I’ll teach you who the angels really are and how you can use a specific angel protocol that will give your angels what they need to work on your behalf. I’ll also teach you to channel angels so that you can hear from them directly, just as I do. Space is limited, so sign up if you’re interested. I hope to see you in class!
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