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 is the most fun angel book ever written. This angel book will make you laugh and cry at the same time. It is thought-provoking and will give you a new perspective. This amazing guardian angel book will touch your soul...
This book is an incredible gift for you give to someone you truly care about. The author bets that your angels guided you to it because your angels wanted to give you a most treasured gift that you could keep or give to your loved ones.
Angel On Board is a story that entertains, changes lives and heals the weary. It is something 'to do' for people who are hurting, grieving or confused about life.
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George showed up near dawn. "Did you have a good night?"
"Yes, I had a very nice night."
"Well, are you ready to face the adventures of another day?"
"Where do we get to go?"
"How about going to go meet your future grandson's sisters and their angels and help get them ready for the day?" I looked at Glory as she began to stir a little on the couch. George reassured me, "Relax Martin, we'll be back soon."
"Okay," I agreed.
Suddenly, we were in a small, two-bedroom apartment. An alarm clock buzzed. There was Jeannie in between two small girls in her bed; they had both snuggled up so close to her that she had trouble maneuvering to hit the snooze button. She turned to see the time, then snuggled back down in the bed with her girls, who slept soundly through all of it.
"It'll be a couple of minutes before they get out of bed. Do you want to look around?" George asked.
Like her office, Jeannie's apartment had inspirational quotes about self-confidence and her inner spiritual self everywhere: posted on the refrigerator, tacked on the wall of the bathroom, her bedroom, and in the hallways. She had dozens of photographs of people all over her walls, lots of them pictures of the girls and other people who looked enough like them to assume they were relatives.
"Good morning, Martin. Good morning, George," Pearl's voice came from behind us. "Come to get to know your new family, I see." She smiled. "Well, let me give you the official tour. You've met Jeannie, she's thirty-one. The oldest girl is Carole; she's five. The youngest girl is Lynne; she's two and a half. They're both very smart, happy and well-adjusted children, but different as night and day. Their angels will be back as soon as they wake up. You'll like them. You'll see what a challenge being the guardian angel of a small child really is."
"They've lived here for a few months. Soon after the girls' father left, they moved here from their house, which was for the best. Jeannie wanted out of that lonely house. This apartment will work for now, but we'll need something bigger when the baby comes."
I looked around and had to agree. This was small, but it looked ample for them at the moment.
"These pictures are all of family. She's the youngest of five children. There's a ten-year span from oldest to youngest. She has three brothers and one sister. They all live far away. She's on her own for all that she's going through now and what's coming. She's definitely going to learn what being self-reliant is all about, but that's part of what this is supposed to teach her," Pearl explained.
"Part?" I asked.
"There are so many lessons coming in a short period of time for her. It'll be a hard road, but she'll come out shining on the other side. We'll do our best to make sure of that. It takes a lot of pressure to make a diamond."
"Is she being punished? Having this all happen this way?" I asked. I still was a bit muddled about the reason she was chosen.
"Punished? Heavens, no!" Pearl laughed a little. "The timing of this is more critical to Jeremi's predicament. However, it plays in her favor to a great extent."
"Jeannie needs to get a little of her own medicine. She needs the shoe to be on the other foot and learn that God is the only judge that matters." She paused and I looked her a question. "A little family history is in order here. Jeannie and her first husband were married, then two years later Carole comes along. Well, that's all well and good and the way that things should happen, but she was full of herself with that fact and when she met people who got that order reversed, she was secretly judgmental and proud. So she judged and now others will judge her for the same reason. That's why the timing for her. She's doing some penance for those sins now, to teach her a larger lesson. She's going to develop such compassion for women in this predicament, that after this, hopefully she'll be inspired to do great things. The reason for the baby, among other reasons, is that she was always destined to have three children, so, here comes number three and a boy to boot. It always amazes me how perfect the Father's plan is when so many things are accomplished at one time and for so many people. Only God could be so wise."
We made eye contact with that statement and both sighed. There was going to be a lot of work to do to get them through all the trials life was about to throw them.
The alarm went off again. We all went back into the bedroom. Jeannie slipped out of bed without waking the girls and stumbled one eye still closed, the other squinting, into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her. Pearl disappeared, too.
George and I stayed with the girls. Their angels appeared beside each of them. The one by Carole said, "Hello, Martin."
The one by Lynne said, "Hi." Both smiled broadly.
"This is Marie." Carole's angel gracefully nodded. "And this is Edwina." Lynne's angel gave a little wave. "They're the girls' angels. Pearl has told them about you."
"I'm delighted to meet you both. You have beautiful charges," I said referring to the sleeping children beside them.
They both smiled, nodded in agreement and Marie graciously said, "Thank you."
I watched as Marie stroked Carole's cheek gently enough to make her stir. Carole woke up enough to see that her mother had already gotten up. She got up and walked blear-eyed to the bathroom, just like her mother had and Marie went with her. I had to laugh. It was so cute.
"When the little one wakes up, will she do the same thing?" I asked.
"Runs in the family," Edwina admitted. We all chuckled.
We heard Carole and her mother talk in the bathroom. Shortly thereafter both emerged in their bathrobes. Jeannie instructed Carole on what outfit to wear and what accessories to bring, so she could help her dress.
During the next half hour or so, I witnessed the most spectacular display of angel/people interaction that I'd seen so far. When one of them was looking for something, her angel shined her angel light on it until it was found. Jeannie yelled out commands and the girls' angels repeated them to the children until whatever it was, was accomplished.
Little Lynne was out in the kitchen and reached up to the top of the counter. She was in danger of pulling stuff off the counter onto her head, but Edwina pushed the pile of papers back out of her reach.
I informed George anxiously, "Jeannie will notice that! She moved that whole stack of papers!"
"Just watch," he smiled.
Lynne walked into the family room and proceeded to get into more things. Edwina, always one step ahead, pushed things out of her way. It was a game with them. The smiles on their faces matched perfectly. Sometimes I wondered if the baby could really see Edwina.
When Jeannie came out to the kitchen, she walked past the stack of papers that had been moved. She looked back over her shoulder to do a double take, said, "Hmmm, how'd those get there?" She shrugged her shoulders and turned back around (because Pearl had shouted at her) with barely enough time to dodge the door jamb she was about to walk into.
Pearl sighed, "That was close."
The incident with the door jamb apparently wiped any thoughts of the misplaced stack of papers right out of Jeannie's thoughts. She went on with getting herself and the girls ready for the day.
George explained, "If your charge is going to get hurt, you, as their angel, have to make snap decisions as to the best way to protect them. Moving a stack of papers or inanimate objects away from little children will receive little notice from others in the house, so that's done routinely. Sometimes, like you saw, it's a game the angels play with the children to keep them occupied until someone is physically in the room with them. We only play those games when they're really little. When the parent comes out and sees some things moved around, they just assume the little one did it. It all works out. When they get a little older, it can scare them, so we change how we play with them."
When I saw this, I thought back to when I was alive. I had fun imagining what the angels were doing. I tried to apply what I had seen this morning, to every morning when I grew up and my children grew up. The echoes of my mother's commands in my ear was George making sure I'd remember something important she'd told me to do. All the times I'd walked past stacks of papers wondering how they had ended up where they were, I just dismissed it as the children getting into them. The more I thought about it, it occurred to me that the incidence of papers moving in my life decreased as my children got older and started happening again when my grandchildren were born. It all fit. It became incredibly clear. They were always there, always doing things with us. I never understood or appreciated how much they actually took care of us from minute to minute, every day of our lives, crisis situations and peaceful situations alike. Angels were with us routinely, daily, every moment. It was absolutely astounding to consider.
The more I watched, the more I was amazed and the more I wanted to do this. I definitely wanted to be the new baby's Guardian Angel. I smiled knowingly at George.
"I bet you've made your decision," he said.
"Yes. I want to do it."
"Well then, let's start preparing Jeannie and Jeremi. Tell her the good news."
Jeannie came into the family room and looked at her watch. She began a last-minute flurry to gather up the children, Carole's backpack, Lynne's diaper bag and her work folder. So I got close to her and as I stumbled for words to say, she whizzed right back out of the room.
"Let's wait until she's alone and can hear us," George said.
She whizzed by again and grabbed more things as she went by. She picked up Lynne, too. As she loaded up her car, Marie whispered something to Carole. Carole yelled, "Mommy, my snacks!"
Without missing a beat, Jeannie nodded, rattling the keys she was holding in her mouth. She finished buckling up Lynne, closed the door, ran back into the house, got a sack out of the refrigerator, ran back to the car, gave the treats to Carole and drove away, checking her watch and shaking her head in disgust.
"Is it always this frantic in the morning?" I asked Pearl. She nodded, shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
Jeannie dropped the girls off at the daycare. When she got back to the car, she took a second for herself. She put her hands together on the steering wheel and put her head down on them. "I need to get more sleep!" She glanced at her watch and shook her head in disgust again.
"Is now a good time?" I asked.
"Let's set the stage with some music," Pearl said. Jeannie pushed a tape in the tape player, a song about destiny. "You came in and I discovered that my life would never be the same. You are my destiny, you are my one and only. You're the one God sent to me. I'm so glad He chose you, for me, for love, forever."
"Give me a break, destiny, ha!" Jeannie said out loud and pushed the tape out.
George counted on his fingers, one, two, three. "Jeremi is your destiny!" George and Pearl said together.
I could tell those words hit her like a blast of wind because her head jolted back against the seat and she stared up at the ceiling with her eyes open really wide.
She blinked hard and shook her head. Then she started her car and drove away, muttering to herself. "I wonder what Jeremi is doing right now? He said he'd call last night - hmmm. Oh well, I'll see him after work tonight. Geez, what made me suddenly think of him? Oh yeah, that song. Destiny, schmestiny, Jeannie, you're imagining things. Get a grip."
She made it to work, walked into the building, dropped her purse off at her desk and grabbed her coffee cup and headed off to the lunchroom. Pearl said, "Watch this. Every day, like clockwork, she reads her horoscope. Wait until you see what hers is today." Jeannie, true to form, opened up the paper to her horoscope, which read "Today is a day of great beginnings. Black is a significant color for you."
Jeannie read that and choked on the coffee.
Judie walked in behind her and patted her on the back. "Are you all right?" she asked.
Jeannie shook her head and pointed to the horoscope. After Judie read it and looked at Jeannie, she laughed and said, "Somebody knows about you, huh?" She patted Jeannie on the back one more time after filling up her cup with coffee, left the lunchroom and chuckled to herself all the way back to her desk.
As Jeannie left the lunchroom, she shook her head and muttered, "Significant color! Destiny, schmestiny. Get your mind on your work and off Jeremi!" When she got back to her desk, Judie took one look at her and laughed all over again. Jeannie tried-unsuccessfully--to keep her laugher to herself. They both gave each other one last knowing glance and smile and went to work at their computers.
"Pearl, how'd you do that?" I asked.
"Nothing to it. We're trying to get a message across to her, right? So we need to put it in front of her any chance we get. We can use any means at our disposal. It's actually very simple. The only question is, is she listening?" she responded.
"Is that everybody's horoscope today?" I asked.
"Nope. But it'll be in any paper she looks at." She smiled. They laughed. After watching the pleasure they took in doing the jobs they were sent to do, I caught their enthusiasm and drank it in. I enjoyed watching these Guardian Angels at work.