This is a gift from a reader, Agnieska from Poland it is the painting of my guardian angel.
I wrote a book about angels I believe in angels. The book is called The Valkyries, it takes place in the Mojave Desert and there (and not only there) I had a very strong experience with angels.
Having said that: I want you to share in this forum your experience with angels.
Meaning, moments that you know that your angel is taking you out of trouble; moments that you know that your angel is helping you to get the things that you want.
And of course I want you to discuss with us your beliefs in angels. This very important because even though people talk a lot about angels, they are not truly paying attention. Normally because they dont notice that angels use other people to talk, to act for us.
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Maybe we are all fallen angels on the way to be angels.
I agree with you we all can be angels!!
I too believe in angels, some of my encounters; i woke one night to find a glorious white female angel with a lasso, cowboy fashion, rounding up some of the black energy that was on top of me as I slept. I have a male angel that’s with me alot, He spreads his full wing span over me at night, I woke one night to see him, his color is more of sienna, like an old photograph, I think I was able to see him because his vibrational energy was so relaxed, because I was relaxed and in a deep sleep. I remember his wings in great depth.
One Sunday afternoon in spring of this year, I was walking my dog and I felt someone grab my hand, at that moment I heard a rumble and looked up and a swarm of bees moving very fast were right in front of me, someone pulled me and my dog out of their path.
I am always in awe and deeply grateful for all the amazing connections that I am able to experience with my angels.
I have a regular meditation practice and for a while had lots of communication with a young male angel, I may have been interested in him, lots of attraction to him.
Dear Mr. Paulo
Hi
I’ve read “as valkirias”. Fortunately I’ve imagined my angel. I hope my heart will be opened to her.
Thanks for all your mysterious words
Com amor
Uniquedream
بامدادان
چهره های آن فرشتگان می خندد
فرشتگانی که دیرزمانی دوستشان می داشتم و
مدتی است آنها را گم کرده ام
And with the morn,
Those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since,
And lost awhile
ANGELS
Do you believe in angels? I do. I can say that I am an “angel fan” 0:)since the very moment I found myself able to walk and talk in this life.
God granted the human being with the chance of getting help from the higher spirits who do not possess the quality of selfishness or sensation of bias or prejudgment in reference to the life itself. These are the creatures who have clear notion of how skillfully was life created indeed, and they are able to see the true price for all. There is only one way to learn wisdom: through the purity of your heart, even if the world does not accept it, as the world is not ready yet.. the world still vibrates mostly on much lowers energy levels..like judgement, pride, envy, prejudice, hatred, etc
What if to accept things not from the position of ego but from the position of love, care,etc.
The main difference between these two worlds is: in angel world they create, in human one they are supposed to “fight”..in order to go on.
Still, there are so many wonders to be treasured and nurtured! Its good to be able to listen to that inner voice inside of you from time to time- quiet, whispering, guiding , protective.
If life profits spiritually, it will definitely be projected onto the material side instantly! ..including perception of your individuality will be much more advanced in the righteous direction ;)
angel….what a beautiful concept 2 feel that you are not alone…
n that you are cared for , no matter what , you will be taken out of the problem when its high time n you are incapable of handeling on your own…………….
i dont belive in angels…coz i have never confronted them….
ALSO
i deny there existence..so that they come to me n prove that they are there..n are listening to me…. n my denial of their existence..i say i dnt belive in them coz i actually want to belive that they are there……
i eagerly want to redefine my belief….i want to belive that angels do exist n that angels are not jst a concept..that makes us feel good…but angels are for real……n every thing said bout them is real…..
I don’t call them angels, i think i prefer the term superior spirits, that are sent in our paths to guide us. Depends on us if we recognize them, if we accept them in our lives, if we listen them…or if we reject them; they appear as simple people, anybody can be one. I met several, my father, my sister, my husband, a colleague from work, who, by the way, put in my hands Paulo’s book, The Alchemist; she told me i should read it, not for a special reason, but she thought i might like it; and from then on, his books open my mind, made me see all my mistakes, and most important, gave me hope; it helped me a lot; not any church, nor any priest did that for me; so i come to believe that god works in different ways for each of us, that church and priests are not the only way.
Also, Angels can be those who left us,who are dead, and who are watching over us from wherever they are. I am lucky enough to have several angels here in this world, and in the other world, and god to help me through life. I am not a religious person at all, but i believe in this people that protect us with their love, and in the love of those who left us, that protect us from far away. And i have to thank god for sending them to me.
This is what i believe.
Will soon read The Valkyries!
Found this song today. I Believe!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7HpkTEUMPw&NR=1&feature=fvwp
Thank You Paulo, Much Love to All : ) xo
Es cierto, es él.
I have yet to read the Valkaries, but I am currently reading the Fifth Mountain, which discusses angels as well. I began looking at people as angels or at least their tools when I read the Gospel of Thomas. In there, Christ says that Angels are passersby and later bids his followers to be passersby. To me, this meant Christ wanted his followers to be as Angels.
Given this instruction, I went on my merry way for some time. I found that a great deal of kindness was done by those who never stop to ask for thanks. I saw these as Angelic works. They teach behavior by example. I know harm is done as well in the name of righting the path, but I don’t know another’s path, so find it hard to recognize those as easily.
One such angel which I recognized was a Catholic priest from Ghana who served in our church for two years. His favorite song was “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” My autistic son was in transition from being nonverbal to verbal, and I needed patience more than anything. His “Thy Will Be Done” attitude was exactly what I needed at that difficult stage. When this priest, Fr. Jamie, left, his echo remained for some time. He was a passerby.
I know that I have some mystical talents, but I am trying to develop them on my own. I know no teacher. I listen and thoughts pour into my mind offering me direction. I guess these are more in line with the idea of angels that I read from books. I’ve never had a vision, but I daydream a lot. Wisdom comes to me sometimes through those.
I believe I have more contact with angels than I realize. I am learning how to identify these contacts.
Dear Elaine
You wrote your post a long time ago but I just read it.
I also try to find and develop my gifts without an explicit teacher. It is not always easy and sometimes one needs to be careful in order to avoid heading of in the wrong direction. As long as my heart is open I feel that I get all the guidance that I need, in a similar way as you do: By listening carefully, having “spontanous” thoughts and insights and through daydreaming. And your last sentence touched me in a special way. I understand that this means it is true for me as well, that I have more contact with angels than I realize.
Thank you for sharing your experiences!
Love and Light,
Petra
Paulo, eu também sempre acreditei nos anjos.
Creio que eles se fazem mais presentes na nossa vida através de nossa intuicao.
Sigo sempre a minha e nunca a desprezo.
Sao sinais de alerta.
Meu conceito é que vivemos em uma dimensao terrena e compartimos espaco com outra dimensao, que nao podemos ver com nossos olhos, mas de outras maneiras: sonhos, intuicao, visoes, premonicoes, etc.
Todas essas coisas que nao nos dao uma explicacao cientifica…
Interagimos com isso todos os dias e nao podemos desconsiderar.
Talvez isso e o que nos faca mais mortais.
Ja dizia a mitologia grega que os os deuses gostariam de ser mortais.
Isso tem um certo atrativo…
Os anjos estao para nos proteger, guiando-nos por um caminho mais seguro.
As visoes e premonicoes, para que estejamos atentos.
Os sonhos para que descansemos todas as noites.
E a intuicao, para que liberemos a nossa criatividade rumo aos nossos objetivos na vida.
Bom fim de semana.
Fernanda
How can one find their teacher? How to learn what you say in your books? How does one begin? Because power is present in all entities, only the right guide can lead the power. There are so many gurus who would tell you that magic/out of body travel/communicating with your Angel is possible, but there are no steps to the ladder.
A couple of years ago I was working on a research at the airport. I was feeling quite down, but still making surveys to people around…
It was late, and I saw an old man with a serious look sitting. I wasn’t sure if to approach, but at the end I did….. I asked him the questions I needed for the survey, and then he started to talk about other things…..Then he asked me if I was okay, a stranger asking me that….but for some reason he projected me something that made me speak to him. He started to talk to me about PEACE, and took a small book with few pages about a women walking for PEACE. After we spoke for a little while, he told me to keep the small book, and that if I could, spread the message of PEACE.
Then he had to leave to take his flight, he was carrying this two small stones he found down the beach, and wanted to give them to me as well, but I couldn’t accept any other free gift :P
And then this stranger left…..
I don’t even know his name, I just know this person appeared and brought a little peace to me.
I read this small blue book a few times…. After sometime a relative of my best friend was very sick at the hospital. I gave her the book so she can read it to his relative…..
I don’t know where is the book at this point, but hope someone is getting touched by it’s peaceful message.
I believe in Angels, no doubt. Though I do not recall having a particular stand out moment where I felt their presence, I just have faith that they are around and looking out for me. Possibly it was an angel that helped me when I was lost trying to find my way to a job interview, a person turned up almost out of nowhere and guided me towards where I needed to go, talking to me and telling me how nice I looked…once I arrived I turned around to try and thank them but the person was gone…I do not think too much into this, it could have been anyone, just a kind stranger…either way, I just didn’t know where this lady had gone and it’s just something that sticks in my head as a sort of bizaar moment. I am a shy person and find it hard to make friends and talk to people. I seriously would have been lost without this lady, I would not have gone to the interview and to me, it just seemed like she honestly turned up out of nowhere. Maybe she was just acting through an angel somehow, even small things like this that happen can be significant somehow. I thank God and my Angel every night for their guidance. Whatever happens in our life, good or bad I believe it is meant to happen so we can become better people or get to where we want to go. No matter what happens we must remember that our guardian angels are looking out for us. Having faith is what should bring us hope each day.
People need to be a little more compassionate. There comes a time even in an Angels life when it has reached it’s point to stop being an angel and LIVE. And that time has come! So stop it, and start living your life!
^*
I believe in Angels. I commune with them, speak to them, along with Divine Spirits of Love. I practice what I call a Quantum Entanglement with them. I am to understand that I have 10 thousand legions of Angels at my side, and to me, that is a big responsibility.
Like King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, I have a Trinity Table of Glass, where I communicate the Lifesituations of the present. We develop a plan, a spiritual contract, and once thought out and plotted, I say to my legions of Angels “Go Ye then, and Prepare the Way” I understand that is what Angels like to do….”Prepare the Way” and they do it well. No Matter how many Moons should pass, I always Know that they are Doing their job.
Then I confer to the Divine Spirits of Love and ask them to keep the Energies that we don’t need at present, at Bay; shelve them for later perhaps, and to allow the Energies that are well suited for the moment to flow in the environment so as to bring on harmonious vibrations that raise my existence up, and also for Mother Earth.
As I continue my Ascension, and by Ascension, I define merely as a movement upward in Consciousness. I too, am becoming an Angel. An EarthAngel, who currently is cast in a comedy show of life that is a Journey to my TrueAuthenticSelf.
As an EarthAngel, I’m clumsy, always tend to have my wings on backwards; which makes me loose my direction. I have trouble hearing sometimes, so my assistants and comrades, set up events to tell me in other ways, which makes me behind the gun, by the time I get the Message. I can only see close-up, so the far-away picture is blurry, and the roads tend to look the same when I come to the Fork. The Angels, have left a sign for me, that I can see, pointing the way.
The bond of love and friendship of other EarthAngels is overwhelming to my Heart. Now we have a past, that makes its way to the present, a morphic resonance, that changes the future. I Continue the Journey to my TrueAuthenticSelf with confidence and Love for I know, the Angels of Heaven have already prepared the way.
It is a well thought plan you have, may I have a copy of it please?
The concept of angel was so locked up with ancient traditions that I never really associated them with my lived reality in the present day.
over the years though, I have come to approach the ‘new realm’ of angels in my life.
Being named Angela, I started looking for angels at a very young age. I found them, I recognized them, and they have and continue to help me see more of the world around me. They have guided me through hard times, saved me from danger, and truthfully, gifted me with strength to help the people in my life. Sometimes, it feels as if wings I cannot see are tired, and ache as they hang from my own back – like a phantom limb. But then I feel a strength I cannot explain and carry forth. I know angels heal through me in ways subtle and powerful. They bring me dreams when I need them. My sisters and I know the power of the angels around us.
All of us should believe and work with our angels.
Angels are messengers and the best friends ever. They want us to feel joy and are happy entities. I simply adore them!…
Angels, is such a beautiful topic. To better understanding in every religion you can find much information about them.(Islam, Christianity, Jewish, also in, Kabbalah, Zoroastrianism…) It even gives you a peek of their hierarchy organization, I mean I think there is no standard organization, nevertheless, just by knowing that they have a hierarchy organization, that is much more than just saying that they are angels everywhere..
The belief in angels is very important since even if we can’t see them, they are around us, taking care of us, guiding us with the help of God, they are always there. They take care of infinite things, have jobs and are assigned in different tasks…from The first sphere, carers of the throne, the holy spirit, to Angels that take care of Animals (thank God) and all living things, to Our Guardian Angels (or Honored writers)
There are many examples in my life of angels, one normal example is when one day I was driving and just as I crossed a light I felt something telling me to turn my head to the left, and that’s when in a matter of seconds I saw a SUV coming into my lane without even looking and I had time to make a quick move to avoid an accident, thank God nothing happened, but I know that hey are always there looking out for us. I think believing in them is very important, since is part of your faith to God.
There are also, Angels who are in charge of coming to mankind with blessings and returning with news of mankind works. Also, Angels who visit assemblies where man remembers the name of God, The Archangels who are: Gabriel, Michael, Raphael and Angel of Death to the angels who ask forgiveness to everyone on earth, because they saw the burden of mankind.
I Things these is a beautiful things to share, and hope you like it.
Unfortunately, I haven’t read The Valkyries yet. I have had many interesting experiences too. But my belief about angels is, they are the beings that guides you through your own journey and lessons. Sometimes they appear as spiritual guides during meditation, some try to tell us messages through creativity, some show signs in your daily life, or some communicate through pets or people…etc. I think they are helping us to become our own angels in this physical life.
Thank you so much for the interesting forum!
Yoshika
Olá Paulo!
sim , eu acredito em anjos já me aconteceram várias coisas em minha vida e associu à eles.Como em 1990, quando muito irritada, tomada pela cólera atravessei a via ferrea vagarosamente, quase que me arrastando, vi o trem, vi ele vindo, vi o soar da buzina, mas ñ tava nen ai, queria mais que ele me alcançasse. E derrepente ñ ouvia mais o pessoal que esperava gritar, nem tão pouco o barulho do trem, nada
e senti em minhas costas um empurrão, como se alguem me empurrasse mesmo.Quando minha perna atravessou a linha senti otrem passar veloz, minha roupa vôou, meus cabelos tb. Caramba!!! Olhei pra trás
ninguem…O maquinista olhou pra ver se tinha me atingido, o pesoal :”Ficou louca garota?” E eu ali parada não entendia nada.
Bem um anjo salvou a minha vida…..
E o mais recente…quando me sentia agoniada, sem querer ir ao aniversario do filho de minha melhor amiga, ñ entendia porque não queria ir.Mas eu tinha que ir afinal era minha melhor amiga… e que pela manhã, minutos antes de acordar ouvi…uma voz doce…amiga..meio infantil..falar pausadamente: não..vá..ao..aniversario…de…iuri.Abri os olhos, assustei-me e resolvi não ir. À noite a noticia minha amiga tinha sido assassinada, por um assaltante.
Nossa!!!!Me diz quem sussurrou em meu ouvido?
Rhó-Rio de janeiro
I respect you and need you to read a blog that I posted. It has to do with the US and Political aspects…I hope it is not a bother to a person such as yourself. So much Drama…why? The blogs name. nsprdwmn is the composer…Can you find it. and email me your response. Sometimes I get carried away with rality. Could it be to harsh.
Back in ’96, we were doing a group meditation around a campfire late at night. There were eight of us, staring across from us in an excercise. I can remember the woman across from me blinking in and out of view. To my left, Randy sat, having described to us some kind of haunting that followed him. It stomped around his bedroom at night, making a racket and scaring him. Toward the end of the exercise, I noticed something, and looking over at him, saw what looked like a small gargoyle perched on the back of his neck. I was taken back, and unsure of what to say, joined everyone in a silent prayer for Randy. I told my friend Helen, who was at my right, and she said that she had seen a little girl peering out from behind me, hiding. I like to think that this girl is my companion, that keeps me in and out of trouble.
Every workplace has an angel.
In my workplace, our angel is Berni.
I m working in healthcare, in a hospital, and, like it is so well described in the Winner Stands Alone ( I didn t know it is such an international problem, i.e., that it is the same elsewhere in the world too, in national institutions….), there is an important word:
Paper.
: )
Now, Berni is our administrator. She is working in a spearate room, a it apart from the daily hustle. We go to see her whenever we need to finish the final administration.
In her room she discretely listens metal music. She is dressed in pink and black.
Always when you enter her room she is ready do the admnistration in an extremely fast and precise way.
So seldom she complains.
Always she serves.
And in all the monotony and hurry of the everydays she arrives to keep her intact universe.
Berni, you are one of the most precious angels of our ward.
Angels are fighting, as above so below.
Saint Michael give us strength
Protect us in Battle
Amen
If you cut off your right arm
Do you grow another?
If you were starving and saw a thief stealing your dinner
Do you give it to him/her?
If you saw a beautiful rose covered in parasites
Do you watch the destruction without action?
Angels are not complacent. This is my experience. Complacency is an human condition.
Angels are fighting for humanity, for love, they are the ultimate Warriors of Light.
In the last hundred years mankind has wreaked destruction on this planet, our home, the tide is turning but the battle has not been won yet.
As Above, So Below and may God have mercy on our souls.
ingerii sunt viziunea noastra asupra perfectiunii..ei sunt creatia oamenilor ..ei,ingerii,sunt dovada clara a existentei sperantei in sufletele noastre…
I had begun my fourth student-year by in the same time studying
full time in one town and part-time distance in another town. I was let in on a reserveplace for the fulltime education and the late move and the stress had given me severe stomachproblems.
One of the people who started on the distance-course together with me (in fact we drove together in his car to and fro the town) became a good friend. He had earlier told me he was able to see spirits/ghosts and he told me about it in a way that I believed in his gift.
At one moment we were sitting together opposite of each other and for some reason I opened my heart to him. I told him about my fear and my agony, my wish to get a calm inner life – not when I had my own appartement, not when I had got myself a cat – not from all things you find outside of yourself, but I wanted to get peace inside of my heart no matter of the circumstances outside of myself.
I was on the border of screaming this, inside of myself it was a scream. In my eyes and my tears he could read my fear of falling into the chaos once more.
At that moment he told me: “Wait I see something I think you need to hear: I see on your left shoulder an angel dressed in white.”
I was all surprised and all I could think of was that it should not be dressed in white… my soul is not white… in the same time I was pleased. Never before had anyone told me something similar and being interested in the paranormal I found it very exciting.
The years that came, came with many changes, but what he told me I always carry in my heart. Knowing that an angel once was sitting on my shoulder and might still do gives me comfort and hope. I regularly remember to thank it for the hard work I might give it and try not to give it even more work.
Your angel is ALWAYS with you : )
Ho dato una sbirciata alle tavole angeliche (e anche al tuo tema natale!), alcune si contraddicono ma l’angelo di Agnieska dovrebbe essere LECABEL, l’angelo del talento.
L’esortazione:
‘Che sia la verità
ad illuminare la ragione
a versare linfa immortale
ad incidere
su pietra
parole eterne di luce’
L’ invocazione:
‘Immagini arcane
celate da secoli
nel seno dell’invisibile
svelami, Lecabel.
Ne fluiranno sommessi
profondi fermenti’
Paulo, il tuo tema natale dice che possiedi doti telepatiche oltre che medianiche!
:)
Love
Muy buen post gracias!
Diego
Interesting post as ever! You are my hero!
Thanks a lot!
Max
hi, i’m late!! there are many post about this topic, i hope i could read them to understand…because,as i don’t know my angel yet, in fact i don’t know how i could hear him, this is really special, i mean to be sure it’s his words, his signs ect…and not just my mind.
I lost my mother 14 years ago when I was 13. Last year I really missed her presence at my birthday .I had a little party on open air. It was a sunny day. No clouds. The next day after I downloaded the pictures in my computer I saw that I had a rainbow over my head in all my pictures! It was a very special moment for me…
Reading the responses of others, I realize that I MUST read “The Valkyries.”
As for my general thoughts about angels, I probably summed those up in response to Sido’s post about angels several days ago. The link to that post: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2009/06/25/your-space-in-my-blog-25th-june-of-2009/#comments
Now, as for the experiences I have had with angels, where could I even begin…? How can you describe something which is and yet is not of this world – something that you can see with your eyes and hear with your ears, and yet which you can sense very clearly is NOT a part of what we would call normal “reality.” For me, this is an angel – this being standing in front of me, seemingly just as solid and tangible as everything else, and yet which I know (I just sense) in that moment, is existing outside of time and space.
I can’t even really describe that feeling. In many ways, it is the same sort of feeling that overtakes in the moment that I encounter these things that refer to as “signs.” Time stops. Suddenly, time and space simply do not exist, and I am faced with only this that is before me. The world might be out there somewhere, and in that world things are still happening, but from where I stand, in my perception at that moment, nothing is “happening.” Everything has stopped. There is just this that is in front of me. If it is an angel, then it may well take the form of an “ordinary” person, speaking “ordinary” words, in just “ordinary” language. I don’t see wings, I don’t see auras, I don’t experience any peculiar sensory phenomenon, and yet I just KNOW (sense), beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this experience that I am having, this encounter or conversation, is absolutely EXTRAordinary. In those moments, all of my senses, my whole existence in fact, becomes focused on what is unfolding right before my eyes, and I am in absolute awe of it. How can it be?! And yet there it is, right in front of me! This thing is really happening! This being is really speaking to me!
How do I know it is an angel? I just “see” it! I see it as clearly as I am seeing this computer screen in front of me right now. But I don’t see it with my eyes. I “see” it with some other sense altogether.
Oh, this is impossible to describe! I can’t! Not with words. Not in language. It is an experience beyond language.
So, examples, maybe that would help. I’ll give a few:
One morning – this was in Mexico, a number of years ago – I woke up, opened my eyes, and there was an angel sitting in the hammock that was hung right next to mine. My “dwelling” (if it can be called that) was a sort of small palapa perched on a ledge on the side of a high cliff, overlooking the ocean straight down below. There was no one else there with me. That ledge was my private room (sort of like renting a hotel room – well, I rented that ledge on the side of that cliff). And I woke up, and there was an angel sitting up in that hammock, just sort of swinging back and forth, casually waiting for me to wake up. The moment that I laid eyes on it (which appeared in the form of a “he”), I knew that I was looking at something that very clearly was not of this world. I didn’t even have the sense that it was a man, though it did take that form. It seemed to me more of an androgynous being – pure spirit. The body seemed of very little significance – irrelevant, incidental – almost like it wasn’t even there at all. This thing that I was looking at with some sense other than just my eyes was spirit stripped bare. My eyes saw the form of a young man (almost a boy), but some other part of me was seeing the true essence of this being, which was ANYTHING BUT HUMAN.
We then had a conversation, which was equally surreal. This spirit ( this angel) said that he was there to tell me to go to a city called Oaxaca. He said that he was going to go on ahead of me and that I should meet him there. Then he was gone, and that was it. So, although I hadn’t been planning to go anywhere – I had been in this one place for several months – I packed my bag, finished my business there and, within a few days, headed out to this place called Oaxaca. The next few months, for me, were like something taking place on another planet, something over which this thing we know as “reality” had no bearing whatsoever. I was literally “in another world.” During the time that I was in this city, I continued to know this angel, and we had numerous conversations, in which he told me many amazing things – about the world, about life in general, about my life specifically, about my future…. Nothing that took place during that time, especially during those conversations, was “real” in any way, and yet I know that it took place, and everything that I gained from that series of encounters is with me to this day.
That “person” – what appeared to be a person, what walked like a person, talked like a person – was not, in fact, a human being, at least not in any ordinary sense. I met and, over a period of several months, conversed with an angel, who imparted to me a great wealth of knowledge. And more than that, he led me, step by step, into what I am today. My life could almost be divided in half, right at that point. Nothing has ever been the same since. That meeting completely changed in every way who I am. That was the moment when I stepped onto my own true path. Before that, I didn’t even know what a path was. I didn’t know what I was.
There is no way that I can possibly describe what that angel did for me or to me. And he (it) was not alone. There were others there too. I speak only, or primarily, of him only because he was the one nearest to me, the one that was by my side every step of the way. When I look back on it now, I would almost say that he was the one “responsible” for me – the one who would be held ultimately accountable for the work that was to be done on me. The others came and went. Some were nearer, others more on the periphery, but he (it) was the central column around which all the others spun and twirled. They all came with their messages, but it was his job to see to it that the work was carried out – that I absorbed and understood each and every one of those messages clearly. It was his job also to hold me together, in a sense, to insure that this fragile human psyche did not fly apart into a million tiny fragments under the stress of this transformation. The human consciousness can only bear just so much weight before it collapses – the human mind can only bear just so much “unreality.” It was his job, among other things, to be sure that I did not shatter into a million tiny fragments – that I did not go completely crazy.
The things which I encountered during that period are beyond what is “real.” They were truly SURreal (above and beyond, outside of, the “reality” that we have been taught and have thus come to accept since birth). On a psychological level, it would have been very easy for me never to have returned from that experience in one piece. I could have so easily been rendered a “raving lunatic” for the rest of my life, due to what I experienced in those few months. But I didn’t lose my sanity (although some who are now reading this might argue with that claim), and I know that the reason I didn’t was solely because this angel was right there with me all the while, right by my side, guiding me through it all.
Okay, that is one example of an encounter with an angel. I thought I would give several examples, but, having said all that, it somehow doesn’t seem necessary to say any more.
I would like to know if anyone out there – someone, anyone – has had a similar experience or “encounter(s).” I know I didn’t describe it very well, but I also know that, if you’ve had that sort of experience, you will recognize it, even in the convoluted description I just gave. I don’t know why I want to know this. What does it matter to me? It changes nothing. I know what I experienced, and nothing could ever cause me to doubt that – nothing can take that experience away from me. But still I feel some need to know – a need to know the person who has, likewise, had this experience. All these years I have waited to meet this person, and yet that meeting has never come, though I am certain that I am not alone in having had this sort of experience. I am not the only one.
With Deepest Sincerity,
And Much Love,
Savita
My grandfather have seen angels dancing…so you are not alone, my Savita. I love the film you sent with the girl painting!
Savita, I know exactly what you mean. I also get that feeling when coming face to face with an angel. There is a certain light emanating from them, a certain energy and I can always feel and see that.
I’ve also experienced certain people are here on this earth as angels, but they don’t always behave as ones. It’s like they will go in and out of being an angel. I’ve experienced this quite a few times. I feel that even being bad sometimes is their mission.
I have a few angels around me in my life, I am blessed to be amongst angels.
love
Amy
I was wondering about the chances of you coming to the United States, especially Illinois, for a book signing? Someone I am very close with adores The Alchemist. He has re-read the book at least 30 times, if not more. Thank you.
Sorry about writing this message here, I could not get the “Message the Author” option to work off of your website.
Yes, I second that motion! The US – anywhere – somehow I would get there. Well, maybe not Alaska.
This is the thing about the US – so sprawled out! In Europe, so easy to hop from country to country. Here, I leave my house at 6:00am, headed west, and stopping only for gas, I don’t even arrive in another state until 8:00pm.
When you say that people sometimes don’t notice that angels sometimes use other people to talk or act for us… Such a familiar thought to me. I often feel like I find the right words or knowledge to help someone at a very difficult point. I consider it a gift. I don’t think it comes really from me (I’m sometimes surprised at what comes out of my mouth!); it think it’s channelled trought me. I know this happens to many, but I don’t think they understand what really happened…
It’s a gift to be used in such a great way, to be able to make a difference in a friend’s life or a co-worker… Your few words have made me think and process alot, as they always do and for that I thank you.
Paulo, I have to say that you have made such a big impression in my life! I believe that I am who I am today just because of you!. and I thank you for that.
My mother in law is battling with cancer and I went to visit her this morning. Its hard to talk to her because sometimes it feels like no matter what you say things are not going to change…however she said to me that she only wanted to get back on her feet after 14 rounds of chemo and radiation and that she just wanted to feel that she could just walk without the fear of falling down…Here’s what I said to her: Mom, when I was 3 and a half years old, I had reumatic fever. It started one afternoon (and I remember as if it was yesterday) with a very sharp pain in my right elbow. My mom thought it was nothing but the next day I had a sharp pain in my right groin and she took me to the doctor. They gave me a shot a penicilin and the doctor said that we got there on time because it could ‘ve got into my heart… I was under treatment but still having arthritis pain in each diferent joint everyday. The next day was the right knee and then my right ankle….that day in my bed I looked into my moms eyes and naively said: “tomorrow is going to hurt my toe and then the pain will be gone forever” thinking that my toes was the last stop of the traveling pain….
I said to my mother in law: Mom, please do not ever let die the child that lives inside of everyone of us. When you believe with the innocence of a child, you can make miracles. Just believe that tomorrow all the pain will be gone.
I came home and I read the WOL # 201. that I had sitting in my inbox for a couple of days….If I am not mistaken it was and excerpt from By the River Piedra I sat down and wept….my favorite of all and all….
“Remember that the wisdom of men is madness before God. If we listen to the child we bear in our soul, our eyes will shine once more. If we don’t lose contact with this child, we won’t lose contact with life.”
I believe I was that angel today for my mother in law. I believe in angels. No doubt about that!
Love always,
Flavs
and. .
i believe in angels
and. . .
My brother Bill is the sibling closes to me in age. He is a good person and brother and i have always called him the “brother with the tarnish proof halo”.
He was married and had three young daughters at the time. He was and is a Deacon in a fundamentalist church and was rejecting of what might be called angel encounters.
He is a manager for a Texas rural electric company. One weekend they had a bad storm and transformers were knocked out in the county. So early on a Saturday morning he went to repair a transformer and his wife Karen decided to go with him and the youngest daughter went along. Karen was pregnant. They had decided to have another baby, because Bill wanted a son to play sports.
Bill drove his truck into the remote county road. He got in the bucket and lifted himself up to the electrical pole. Karen and Kandis were just sitting in the truck. Bill make the mistake of putting the high voltage power lines together, one was in the right hand and the other in the left. The charge went from finger tip to finger tip burning a deep two inch strip from finger tip to finger tip and the charge meet in his heart. He slumped down in the bucket, and went into a dark tunnel.
Karen heard the crackle of electricity and realized what had happened. She did not know how to get the bucket down and just collapsed and started praying. She said, a man in a red truck drove up, instantly went to the truck and knew the levers to bring Bill down.
Bill in the meantime had a near death experience and was communicating to what he thought was Jesus. A brilliant glory of light. Bill said, ” I am not suppose to be here,” Bill said, Jesus threw his head back and laughed, then said, ” Bill, your right you are not suppose to be here, you have three beautiful daughter that are going to need a father, and you have a son on the way, and your life purpose is not complete. Bill did not know the sex of the child that Karen was carrying.
The man in the red truck got Bill from the bucket and Karen and him helped Bill to revive. The first thing Bill said was, ” we are going to have a baby body.”
The man in the red truck drove away and Karen took Bill to the hospital.
Neither Karen or Bill have been able to find out the identity of the man in the red truck. It is a isolated rural county where every one knows one another.
Karen and Bill had a baby boy. The experience was deeply tranformative for Bill and his family.
Beautiful story, ordinary sparrow! A great testimony.
and. . .
Then two weeks later after the Mugabee ralley, i was at a wild life reserve. and saw some elephants and like a “tourist”, decided i would get out and take pictures. It was a herd of about 6, and there was a BABY elephant. Cool! The big elephant started flapping its ears and i thought that was really cool. And got some neat pictures. I did not know that when an African elephant is flapping its ears that it is signaling that it is preparing to charge. The elephant charged. I ran to the little car that was a least twice as small as the elephant. The elephant was trumpeting and when i got into the car my knee was shaking so much that i could not put pressure on the clutch to make the get a way. I saw a golden angelic presence sitting in the passenger seat and he said, “Calm, take your hands and push your knee down”. I tried but was unable to, then felt a hand push my leg down on the clutch, and was able to get away just in the nick of time.
and. . .
In Zimbabwe Africa i got caught in a political rally. The country was in revolution and there was much racial tension. The tension had escalated in the country and i was not suppose to go to the townships based on my supervisors request. It was Sunday morning and i decided to chance it and go to the Children’s Church Camp. On Sunday’s i would go out to the Townships and would run with the children. Turned a corner in my little Renault car, there were thousands of protesters for who is now President Mugabee. They had sticks and were shouting and i could not turn around and the crowd turned in and surrounded the car. A man jumped up on the hood of car with a brick in his hand and started shouting with great anger. I felt a presence in the car with me, and heard a voice say, ” Just smile, wave, and act like you are in a parade.” So I did, and acted like a little princess, just smiling and waving. The men started laughing, the man on the car jumped down, and started parting the crowd so my car could drive through. He assisted me all the way down the block until i was in a clearing. There was the presence of golden light in the car.
and. . .
In college went to the Gulf of Mexico with friends in our Student Center group. We were swimming and playing out in the ocean, and i got caught in a under tow. I was a poor swimmer and it took me under. I knew i was going to die, my life passed before my eyes, just like when people say they get an instant life review. I heard a voice shout, ” reach out your hand “, then felt a strong hand take my arm and pull it a short distance and place it into another hand. The hand was Rick a friend, and he said that he heard the same instruction, and had just instantly obeyed the powerful command. His hand was connected to my hand just as my hand was connected to his hand, and he said he felt a strong force move with him to me from the under tow.
When i was around 11, was out early one morning training a Thoroughbred horse named Sugar for barrel racing. She was a large horse and had the temperament of many Thoroughbreds, high strung and spirited. Sugar would anticipate the barrels,she would often rear up on her hind legs at the start line. She was very agile and balanced and i would just hold on and allow her to express her anticipation. It was fun. On this summer morning, like most before she reared up, and just as she was at the height of her stance a deafening sonic boom went off. It greatly frightened her, and she proceeded to fall over backwards. Right behind us were heavy duty farm equipment, with plows, blades and discs.
As we fell backwards it was like a huge down comforter wrapped around me. I fell on top of the farm equipment and Sugar fell on top of me. It was like being on a feather bed, and then Sugar just laid very still. This is a horse that was was very high strung and she was just laying very calm and contained on top of heavy iron farm equipment. Both of us were enveloped in the essence of peace and tranquility. We both laid perfectly still for what seemed to be minutes, then i felt like two huge arms came out of the down comforter and place its hands on Sugar’s neck and with one smooth heave sat Sugar upright on all fours. My body went with her, and i was sandwiched between Sugar and the presence. For several minutes after getting upright both Sugar and myself were held in the energy of peace, golden light and love. The light sparkled all around us. then gradually began to dissolve. I knew i had been spared severe injury by a Divine Source. That evening at the supper table i told my seven older siblings and parents, ” I was saved my by something big like God today.” They all started laughing, so i did not tell about the angel that saved my life from severe injury or death. . .
I just discovered a wonderful new term; ‘the Angel of Light’ reading your latest novel, The Winner Stands Alone. ‘…the Angel of Light that had lit her path began to waver.’ For me, I have never quite been able to identify with ‘the Warrior of Light’, as I find it is a too masculine term for me. The Angel of Light sounds much more feminine. Of course I am far from being an angel myself, but as an ideal, we can all stretch towards. The scary statement; ‘the Angel of Light had turned into Absolute Evil’, is however, not desirable to follow!!
Bonjour M.Coelho
Je suis très honorée de vous savoir si près par l’intermédiaire de votre site, blog. Merci!J’étais chez ma mère à la suite du décès de mon frère et j’avais envie de lire…le hasard, fait bien les choses, je suis tombée sur votre livre Comme le fleuve qui coule, à la fin de la lecture, très riches en leçons de vie. Une visite sur votre site internet et je découvre l’interaction entre vous et vos lecteurs, lectrices. Merci encore quelle belle découverte!
Je suis émue puisque je vous retrouve apres des moments très tristes et en meme temps très “enrichissants”, soit d’avoir accompagné mon frere, Jean-Jacques 47 ans, à son dernier souffle.
La question sur les anges…le mien (mon ange gardien) me tient la main lors d’événements comme celui ci-haut. La force intérieure de mon ange devient mienne alors que la situation est peine perdue, ses paroles deviennent miennes lorsque les autres et moi ne savions quoi dire..c’est comme une dose de sang froid, qui s’anime en moi. C’est comme entrer dans une autre dimension pendant cette période ou l’on m’apprenait la mort physique de mon frère. C’est un seuil entre le coeur et la raison..un passage vers le coeur, vers l’humain universel en soi, là ou la quiétude règne.
Il me donne ce que j’ai besoin au bon moment.
En 2000, j’étais atteinte d’un cancer et pendant cette traversée..je fus porter pour reprendre les mots de mon infirmière, par la grâce soit la présence de mon ange.
Je crois avoir rencontré ce dernier, une seule fois, lors d’un rêve, encore très clair aujourd,Hui. Je le vis tres vieux, la barbe longue et blanche et robe blanche sous un ciel bleu sans nuages. Il me parlait..je ne sais pas de quoi, mais je me souviens qu’il ne voulait pas que je m’approche trop de lui..je me suis approchée et ouffffffff, quelle odeur, la putréfaction. Je me suis réveillée aussitôt,me demandant qui est-ce? J’avais 16 ans à cette époque et plus ou moins croyante. Je ne l’ai jamais revu en rêve. Etait-ce lui, vraiment ? Pourquoi cette odeur ?
Hélène
hola.he escuchado y me has emocionado miles de historia de angeles.es un tema que me fascina.creo en ellos.dicen que hay que nombrarlos..tu mismo puedes poner el nombre de tu angel guardian.el te guiara,te acompañara y te cuidera siempre.les envio todo mi afecto y energia.nony
Always when I’m feeling sad or something, what I don’t want to be a long time. I pray that angels would come to help me, to take that sorrow away, for me that helps immediately. I’m feeling better and it really feels some times that angels would be near to me. my grandmother told me when I was a little girl, a story about hers life when she was a little. She was young, parents weren’t there, it was a stormy evening. grandmother said that she was very distracted and scared and could not get to sleep, so she pray and then she saw an angel right next to hers bed, it was a girl, light like a sun in the air of hers room. grandmother did frightened even more and go under hers bed, when she didn’t afraid to look again the angel, it wasn’t there anymore, but she did felt good and she didn’t afraid the storm anymore. cause she did know, that there is a life after death, she was happy, and she has told that story for all of our families and I’m happy, that I can know that kind of things, cause some people have to search before they find answers, I am privilege to know that kind of things, and I do believe in angels, and that they can help as when ever we need them and ask help of them. and I think also, that people can be angels for each other, when we do little things, it still can be a big thing for someone who need something like a smile, the most. we can be angels, we can save somebody’s day. I try to be friendly for every one. and I really love it. and I believe, people can change, it begins from small things, like smiling. smile people! :)
I believe in Angels as I believe that we can communicate by radio, television and internet. My parents would not have believed it possible. We know about the AIDS virus through its EFFECTS. We know about a small seed becoming a big tree because we EXPERIENCE it. How can 23 male chromosomes combine with 23 female chromosomes and voila: a child, a human being coded with all the instructions to grow, age and die with every other experience and emotions in between. We know that this miracle happens because we EXPERIENCE it. At the moment, in Science we are working in the assembling of Quantum Computers. The future will marvel with them. They will be believed the moment they are EXPERIENCED; and yet, these Quantum Computers will still be far away from the MIRACLE that we EXPERIENCE all around us: LIFE, NATURE, EMOTIONS, 30,000 chemical reactions a second in every cell of our BODY. As a child I was told that SCIENCE was not compatible with RELIGION. Now I KNOW that Science can only exist and progress if we try to understand the QUANTUM LAWS that run the UNIVERSE. RELIGION in all its forms is the part of Science that says: The Supernatural cannot be ASCERTAINED by PROOF; it EXISTS by the most powerful gift called BELIEF; FAITH. What has this got to do with ANGELS? Precisely because we all have EXPERIENCED their GUIDANCE, their INFLUENCE. We are small fishes trying to understand the OCEAN.And yet, the OCEAN exists. I could describe my experiences with ANGELS; some so bizarre that the FORUM might not have believed me. So, I will not go into details save to say: I should have been dead and buried a few times over. So for all intent and purposes, I am dead. I am living ON BONUS days and, therefore, whatever comes my way is a BLESSING; like the blessing of growing old and still believing to be a MATURE 21. I like it when Oona invites us to smile every day, and I recall that in BRASIL we say:”Sorria mesmo que seu sorriso seja triste, porque mais triste do que um sorriso triste e’ a tristeza de nao saber sorrir”. A smile and an embrace from me to all of you.I do not have to believe in ANGELS as a matter of FAITH; I believe in ANGELS because I have EXPERIENCED them.
My angel’s name is Lyon. When we communicate, he/she takes forms of a Lion. We are usually in a garden and I am a little girl and I feel safe. Lyon has tried to show me who and what he really looks like but I am not ready to accept it yet. I don’t know why. I know its pure LOVE but something(fear) pulls me back every time….
I agree with Justine. Angels don’t seem to see themselves in the same way that we see them. Some seem to fear their own transparency, preferring to use the human mask. I was immediately convinced of what I had encountered – from her simple contact, people change, they mellow, and they shift to higher aims. Self-denial by walking angels can be confusing. I’ve come to think that we are to comfort angels, too, as they do their work.
I don’t think Angels fear their own transparency. Angels have surpassed FEAR. They show us what we feel “safe” with, what they know we can deal with and not feel fear for “them”. And when they take form of a human its because WE need them in the physical world. A lot of times Angels have saved me, helped me from “dangers” or destructive people in this world. And I am aware of that and I thank them for their help as well as their wisdom.
Sometimes you come across a person for a longer period of time: My husband’s Sicilian grandfather for example… Unfortunately, he has now passed away, but he was a true guru for me. Even though I couldn’t understand a lot of his Sicilian dialect, every single word he uttered was gold and has served as a guiding light for me ever since.
He used to call me l’Inglesina (the little English girl) and even though he was in his 80s, he would tend his vast garden allotment for 2 or 3 hours each day (it was like the Garden of Eden under the Roman sun). If we went round to call on him, he would pick all my favourite vegetables and herbs and cook something wonderful…After he died we just went and sat in his garden and instead of feeling down, we felt absoultely fine and quite happy amongst all the aromas and foliage.
Then sometimes you come across someone for 5 minutes, but what they say stays with you…Sometimes it isn’t even what they say, but their aura, which could be somehow healing.
But my main thought on this is that maybe these kinds of encounters don’t happen all that often – if we are not paying attention, it is to our detriment?
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