Angel On Board - Real Life Stories
A collection of non-fiction - incredible stories of encounters with Angels and other paranormal phenomenon.
Angels and Awakenings: Stories of the Miraculous
This wide-ranging collection indicates how deeply the angelic realm has affected modern writers.
The Voice Across the Veil
If you've ever wondered if you could speak to your angels - Sue explains her experiences.
The Book of Angels
The world the archangels represent is unlike any you know, full of heroism and drama and the Book of Angels shines light on the angel lore hidden away for eons in forgotten writings. Stunningly illustrated by Ruth Thompson.
How to Hear Your Angels
A step by step guide to clearly receive angelic messages. Doreen Virtue s workshops have been teaching everyday people this talent for many years. Doreen is by far, the most knowledgable expert in this field.
Spirit Guides and Angel Guardians
Contact Your Invisible Helpers
The Encyclopedia of Angels
An amazing array of information presented about all the angel types and by name. Includes references to biblical and scholarly sources, matches information provided in other publications. All descriptions are concise.
An Introduction to Connecting, Working, and Healing with the Angels
How to Connect Closely with Archangels Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Others for Healing, Protection, and Guidance
A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back
Finding your inner angel - the peace within yourself to accept and heal yourself...
Help Me Angels
How to Connect and work with your Guardian Angels for Daily Help and Guidance. No Task too Small
Paranormal romance about our ancestor-angels watching out for us.
Angel Numbers 101
The Meaning of 111, 123, 444, and Other Number Sequences
Heart-Warming Stories of Divine Influence and Protection
Touched by an Angel
Touched by an Angel truly is a wonderful gift to the world, and this book captures the love, hope, and faith by which it came to be.
Who They Are and How They Help--What the Bible Reveals
Once you're aware, they're everywhere...
Angel On Board - A look at life from the afterlife...
Angel on Board by EJ Thornton is a delightful and often whimsical read about issues of love, abandonment and spirituality. These concepts are addressed through the often discussed belief or non-belief in guardian angels. Ms. Thornton takes the reader on an imaginary journey in which all the above mentioned concepts are presented using wonderful character development and intriguing plot lines. One finishes the book with a warm feeling, an almost confident and assured belief that we travel through life with a constant invisible companion who intuitively guides and assists us in life's journey.
I was amazed by this book's unique spirituality and intend to search out more offerings from this original and intriguing author. --T.A. Roach - Florence, CO
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"What do you want to discuss?" I asked him.
"Your future. What do you want to do, now that you're here? You have a lot of choices and a lot of decisions to make."
"When you were alive, you served God, right?" I nodded. "You're an angel now. Do you want to still serve God?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then you need to learn the capacities in which you now can do that. That's what we're here to discuss." He paused. "There are all kinds of angels, Martin. There are the kind who live in Heaven and only venture out when the Lord sends them on special assignments; they stay here and serve God and the other angels in many ways until they are called. They go visit their families when they want, but with very little interaction. But a great and glorious honor goes to those who choose and are chosen to be Guardian Angels. When you agree to become a Guardian, you are a teacher, a protector, a guide and a major influence in your charge's life. It's a tough job, but it is rewarding beyond words. Guardians usually choose to guard someone special in their families, although there are rules governing certain circumstances."
"First of all, males guard males and females guard females. There are several reasons for that rule, but the main one is that it's better for male angels to guard male humans. They understand their minds better."
"Okay." That rule was easy to understand.
"Secondly, you're encouraged to go back to your family, to the next child born in your family. You usually choose that anyway because you're closer to all the members of your family and that helps you with this transition as well."
"If there are special circumstances, then you can take the place of an angel who's already been assigned. When the mother of a young child dies, if she has been faithful, she is rewarded with the choice of becoming a Guardian Angel for her own child; she can take the place of the angel charged with the child. Both angels will stay until the mother angel is confident in her new role. Most mothers choose this; fathers, too. If the mother only has boys, then she can only assist the other angels. The parent who can will usually choose the youngest because the older children feel the same need to watch over the little ones. They all work together, just in different ways."
"Is that what Sheila did?" I asked.
"Yes, she's still assisting the baby's angel. So she's more free to float for the moment, but soon she'll take her place and the baby's angel will be given a new charge to guard."
"What about me, then?" All my children, at least my boys, were grown. "If I were to become a Guardian Angel, who would be my charge? Do you know?"
He nodded. "If you agree, that is."
"Your grandson," he replied.
"Which grandson?" I asked. I had more than one.
"The one that will be born in about nine months!"
My heart leaped for joy; a new baby, how wonderful. "Whose baby will he be?"
"Wait a minute! Stop right there. He's single and you know he's in a lot of trouble. What are you thinking? Besides, you know he tried to have babies with his ex-wife, but they never did. She already had a son. That means Jeremi was the one with the problem having kids."
"There're several things going on here, Martin. First, all things are possible. Second, Jeremi's just fine in this regard. It was his wife's problem. After her son was born, there was an injury. We made sure she just never knew about it."
"Oh brother, he thinks it's his problem. That's going to spell T-R-O-U-B-L-E." I shook my head in disbelief. "Will he get back with his ex-wife?" I asked, still trying to recover from the shock.
"No. It's much more complicated than that," George continued. "Jeremi is having a lot of problems. He's lost his focus on anything and everything. He's just floundering around in life. He's going down into a hole and unless something is done to save him, we're all going to lose him. You saw how tired Henry was. Jeremi's lost to Henry. But your faithful Father in Heaven has listened to yours, Glory's, Peter's, and his sister's prayers and is answering them by giving Jeremi a son. A beautiful son, who will be talented and gifted. Someone Jeremi, hopefully, will want to turn his life around for."
"How's he supposed to support a baby? He's living with Peter! He works at a pub. Have we really considered all this?"
"Selecting the baby's mother was done carefully. She needs to be strong enough to stand up to Jeremi's faults. Also compassionate enough to see how special he is, even though he's tried to hide it from the world. Vulnerable enough that he feels the desire to take care of her. She has to be someone who's already established herself as a faithful, diligent and responsible mother. Someone who can take care of the baby in a good home with or without Jeremi present. Someone who will accept the baby unconditionally, love him forever and also be of good enough heart to share him with your family, regardless of Jeremi's commitment to her."
"Have you found someone like that? That seems like a pretty tall order to fill."
"He found her? Who is she?"
"Her name is Jeannie. She's the mother of two young, beautiful girls. One is five. The little one is two. She's in the process of ending a lonely marriage. All she wants to do is continue to be able to provide for her girls. She's a very devoted mother."
"How did they meet?"
"At the pub where Jeremi works, she and he karaoke together."
"They met at the pub? Yikes, was that such a good idea?"
"She had to meet him where he was - he's always in a bar." George knew what I thought. Unfortunately, I had to agree with him on that score.
I inquired further about this Jeannie. "Is she a singer?" Jeremi sang professionally, years before, but the band had split up. He still kept himself near music as much as he could, though.
"She sings well - but she needs to keep her day job! Jeremi and Peter have the gift but Jeannie uses singing as therapy to help her through the hard times in her life. She sings the songs for the way she feels. It's an emotional release and also a temporary phase. She'll only be in the bar scene for a little while. But she's there long enough to meet and get involved with Jeremi."
"Is she . . .?" I stumbled for the right word.
"No. I was going to ask if she was spiritual."
"Of course," he answered.
"But since you brought it up. Is she?" He'd aroused my curiosity.
"She's white." He paused. I must've looked a little shocked. "Is that a problem?"
"You should know better than to ask me that! But there're so many more issues in an interracial relationship. Are they ready to handle that, too?"
"You're right, Martin. But they've already learned those lessons in life. You raised your kids right and so did Jeannie's folks. Jeannie and Jeremi both have an innate ability to look beyond skin color, to meet the person on the other side. To them, it's just plain natural."
My eyes sought out his and I stared at them intently. The warmth and sincerity in them assured me more than words ever could have.
"Would you like to meet her?" George asked.
The next moment, we were in an office with three women, all diligently pounding away on their computer keyboards. The first one was very serious and straight-laced, everything on her desk was in a neat little pile. Jeremi liked things orderly. Even still... I could tell the next one loved music. There were musical knickknack's everywhere there was room on her desk, sprinkled in between several heaps that once were piles. There were pictures of grown children on her desk, a boy and a girl, however George described little girls. Then there was the third woman in the room. All around her were pictures of little girls and kindergarten-style artwork. Tacked in between were inspirational quotes, which apparently reminded her to be positive about life and to take control of her own situation. She positioned herself to face the other two ladies in the room. I watched her for a little while.
"I see you found her, Martin." George told me.
After a couple seconds, Jeannie looked up from her computer and looked around for something.
"She's pretty sensitive to us," a woman's voice came from behind me.
"George, this is Pearl. She's Jeannie's guardian." Pearl was very strong and vibrant.
"I'm glad to meet you. Do I know you?" I asked because there was something very familiar about her.
"You've only known me through George. He talked about Jeannie and me to you when you were alive. You only know us through those talks," Pearl explained.
"Does Jeannie know we're here?"
"She's very sensitive to what she thinks are changes in energy. She's tried to reason it out in her mind, but she has trouble overcoming the lack of a logical explanation. She's a computer programmer and things need to make logical sense for her. So she denies what she's experiencing. She's getting wiser, but she's a little scared."
Jeannie went back to work on the computer. Obviously intent on her objective, it looked like she could tune everything out if she wanted to. I wanted to see what she was working on, so I went behind her and looked over her shoulder. Jeannie stopped working and got chill bumps.
"Wait! Martin! Stop!" Pearl commanded. "Get out from behind her now! She hates that!"
I quickly flew back in front of her. I moved so quickly that I accidentally stirred some of the artwork on her wall. Jeannie whipped around quickly enough to see her artwork move. She got really tense.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "I wanted to see what she was doing."
"It's okay. Jeannie absolutely hates anyone behind her, human or angel. See how she's arranged her space? She has it so nobody can sneak up on her and get behind her."
"Hey ya, Judie," Jeannie said, while still turned around, trying to figure out where the breeze came from. "It's break time. Wanna take a walk?"
Judie, the one who had all the music trinkets on her desk, looked over at Jeannie, then at her watch. "Sure."
Jeannie got up quickly from behind her desk. She leaned against a wall to wait for Judie to change from high heels into slip-on flats for their walk. Pearl, George, and I tagged along.
They worked downtown, but near an old residential neighborhood, with old trees and pretty gardens--a nice break from the office.
"Okay, so what happened this weekend?" Judie asked with great anticipation, once they got out of everyone's earshot.
Jeannie seemed to forget about everything that just happened and began to explain. She took a deep breath and smiled.
"Well, I got a sitter on Friday and I went to the pub with Anne. Jeremi was there, running the Karaoke. I sang 'When Will Anyone Ever Really Love Me?' and 'I Need A Hero In My Life.' That felt really good! You get all that anger out, singing really loud like that. Everybody claps and tells you how great it sounded. It's so cathartic. I love it. Then I finally got Anne up there. She was quiet at first, but she got into it. She sang a slow song. It was nice."
"Where was Jeremi?"
"He came over to see me, so I'd have company while Anne was singing."
"You mean to keep anyone else from coming over and talking to you while Anne was singing." Judie smiled slyly.
Jeannie blushed, smiled and said sarcastically, "That's what you think."
"That is what I think!" Their eyes met and Jeannie looked away quickly. Judie enjoyed teasing Jeannie.
"Where was I?" a flustered Jeannie asked.
"He was keeping you all to himself," Judie answered.
"Quit it! After Anne sang, he got up and sang this duet, where he sings both parts--guy and girl--it was amazing. Everybody loved it. Then he got all these requests for him to sing these really bizarre songs. People asked if they could sing with him and stuff. The place was really rocking. It was fun."
"Sounds like it."
"Then this young guy nobody'd ever seen before comes in and sings 'Amazing Grace.' The whole place got quiet. I'll tell you it was something. In a bar, 'Amazing Grace,' and everyone loved it. It was awesome." Jeannie drifted back in memory for a moment, lost in her own world daydreaming.
They walked for a bit in silence, then Judie said, "So, did you see him later?"
"Huh? Oh. Um. Only when I was on exile, we went to a park by the river."
"Exile?" I asked Pearl.
"It's when her ex-husband has the girls at her apartment. She has to leave. He lives in a really bad environment. So she lets him come over to her apartment to see them. It is for the best! She calls it 'Exile.'" She usually takes a book and goes up to the pub or to a movie. It's a lonely time for her. So she tries to go where there are people she can talk to."
I nodded that I understood well enough.
"So what happened?" Judie prodded.
"Well . . ." Jeannie acted like she was going to tell all. Then she decided to keep her friend guessing. "I just went home."
"Right!" Judie said. Their eyes met and Jeannie looked quickly away. "I knew it!" Judie said.
"Oh, hush up," Jeannie blushed. They arrived back at the office again and needed to get back to work-type conversation.
"You working late today?" Jeannie asked.
"Yes, the deadline is coming up and the users keep changing their minds about what they want. You know," Judie answered.
"Yeah, I know," Jeannie said, using the same tone as Judie had. They both laughed and went back into their office building, back to their desks and back to work.
Pearl turned to me. "Well, Martin, now you know as much about Jeremi and Jeannie as she's willing to let anyone in on. She's growing closer to him, but they're also both erecting walls to keep from getting too serious. They both feel something very strong for each other, but it scares them."
"It looks like she has good friends," I said.
"Soon, they're both going to find out who their real friends are," Pearl said.
George sighed in agreement.
"So, she's going to be the mother of my next grandson. I like her. Is she really up to this?"
"We're going to be there to help her through. She'll be all right," George assured me.
"That's an awful lot to ask someone to do for someone else. Is this going to disrupt her life? What about her family? What about her girls? What about her job?"
Pearl said. "There's more going on here than merely hoping Jeremi will come around." I looked at her perplexed, so she went on. "Ever since Jeannie was a little girl, she always wanted three children. Under different circumstance maybe, but this way it's better. There are a lot of things this experience is going to teach her, things that she needs to learn to grow spiritually. Tests she needs to go through so that her faith will grow and she can get back on track, too. She's more on track than Jeremi, but she needs a wake up call too. This baby will be a great reward for her, her girls, and her family. There are several specific lessons that are going to play out here, for her and her extended family. The baby's presence is for Jeremi and for his side of the family, but Jeannie's family is going to be greatly blessed, too."
That was the first moment I caught a glimpse of how perfect God's plan for us really was. He took so many complex situations and blended them together to make each piece fit perfectly. This was going to be interesting to watch.
George motioned that it was time for us to go.
"Good-bye, Martin," Pearl whispered, "I'll see you soon."
She smiled. I waved good-bye. The next thing I knew, George and I were back in Heaven.