In the past couple of weeks, in a flurry of texts and conversations, I’ve had a front row seat to the marvels of angels at work in my daughter Liv’s life.
It’s been nothing less than breathtaking, friends. She woke up one morning hearing and heeding their direction to begin painting. The depth of trust with which she immediately followed their lead, down to each brushstroke, so inspires me. She readily admits she’s had no formal training. On the other hand, she and the angels go way back.
The drawing above came from her hand at age five. A child’s rendition of angel presence early in her life. To my mind, this kindergartner perfectly captured angel-essence. Fully present and eminently approachable in her rainbow raiment, with not a hint of worry in those bright eyes. Not even that with wings such as these, her ability to “rise” to any challenge or call for help could ever fail her*.
As a child, using our backyard picnic table as a stage, she performed song-and-dance-routines expressly for audiences of appreciative angels. Today she actively partners with them to bring through clients’ guides and angels with their specific messages of wisdom and direction. Nonetheless, Liv couldn’t have predicted the arrival of an “army of angels” ready to guide her through this unorthodox, “blissful” painting process. She honors it simply as a part of her calling. She trusts in the unfolding with her whole heart, even if she has not learned yet of its purpose.
Her boys have inherited this open-hearted trust. Unschooled in the subject of angels, nevertheless, both of my grandchildren saw them repeatedly early on, and said so. As a toddler with very few words in his vocabulary, Truman thrilled to every rendition of “Angels We Have Heard On High,” asking to listen to it again and again. Fourteen-year-old Ryder recently had the courage to include a public acknowledgement of his continuing relationship with angels. In a statement of faith on display on his confirmation day, he revealed that he looks to them as “God’s helpers.”
“Ever since I was little, I talked about them being around. Sometimes it scared me, but now I get that they’re around to help me—especially when I talk to them and listen for them.”
He has learned to visualize what he wants to happen on the baseball field during games, for example, when he asks his angels to help him do well. He notices a difference in how he performs. At school, if he’s having a hard time or doesn’t understand something, he often hears a voice that “reminds me to ask for help.”
He adds, “I just know that [with regard to the distinctive voice] it’s not my thoughts; I think that this voice is connected to God—maybe the angels—because it only tells me to do good things. I always say ‘thank you’ in my head for the reminder.”
Throughout my own life, angels have been watching over me. They’ve been insistent on this point, despite recurring doubts or learned resistance related to their existence, making themselves known at certain junctures. Present in the first words, for instance, that flowed, unbidden, from my pen in a “free-write” twenty years ago during a week-long workshop of the Minnesota Writing Project: There are angels all around—came bubbling up and out of me. Sign of a deeper knowing.
Here they were again, eight years ago, at a workshop called “The Healing Angels of the Energy Field” when Reiki master, David Gleekel helped the participants gain access to their own angels. A whole crew introduced themselves to me, eager to explain what they could do on my behalf, if only I asked—Celestina and Michael and Ariel and Rita and Caroline and Raphael…too many names to count or remember!
It was Raphael who made a repeat appearance a year and a half ago—through Liv, via phone—during a scheduled “Holy Wow” session. I was staying in the Sarasota home of my friend Priscilla while she was away when Liv brought through the collective of wise ones known as Spirit, along with my own “team” of angels and guides.
It was the imposing Archangel Raphael who launched into a tutorial of sorts for a whole hour of the session. He communicated pointers about how to authentically approach my writing, described who I am in my essence—beyond learned limitation—and revealed how he will be present for me in the years to come.
Referring to a kitchen chair there, where I often sat to write, he asked that I always take a few deep breaths before beginning my work. Suggested I acknowledge this archangel at my back, directly behind my chair. He asked that I picture him with his hands suspended just above my shoulders and to sense a warm energy drawing out whatever doesn’t freely and joyfully serve my writing, providing any needed healing.
Hunting for angel images last week for this post, I came upon one of Raphael that floored me. He was pictured standing at a seated woman’s back, with a hand above each shoulder just as he’d described to me. And along with the image came the information that Raphael is the archangel of healing. A gift of divine timing as surgery approaches. It’s to repair my shoulder, of all things. Grateful for this timely reminder, I’ll call on him, pre- and post-op, for sure.
I feel such gratitude for these light workers. Rescuers in major crises, they save lives. Yet with not an iota of self-importance, they’re just as glad to drum up a parking space or a gap in freeway traffic at one’s request. Biblical, historical, integral to Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, yes, but also deeply engaged in the modern world. Whatever you do, stay open to the possibility—and be not afraid—that angels are watching over you and me. The glad tidings may well be that all of us are entertaining angels, unaware.
*Originally revealed as human in appearance or in the form of light, in works of art, angels sprouted wings at the end of the 4th century. That wings remain a dominant visual feature is attributed to an association with swift movement/flight and their spiritual nature.
Sara Groves sings “Angels Watchin’ Over Me’ accompanied by some vintage and contemporary depictions of guardian angels, here. And here’s a link to details of the angel-inspired painting, as described by Liv on her blog. http://livlane.com/2017/07/angel-paintings/