The Greatest Angel Books Ever Written
Angel on Board
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Angel On Board - A look at life from the afterlife... |
EJ Thornton
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EJ Thornton's recommended list of great angel books...
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Angel On Board Watch out for angels watching out for you! Once you're aware - they're everywhere. Open up to a new dimension in reality and enjoy the wild ride through Heaven and Earth - where the angels live, work and play with us! ISBN: 096702420X |
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. ISBN: 1402738374 |
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. ISBN: 1401917054 |
Encyclopedia of Angels What we know about angels, comes through our other worldly contact with them. All major cultures and religions have intricately developed angel systems. Guiley compares angels across denominations to trace their evolution. ISBN: 0816050244 |
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Angels 101 Angels 101: An Introduction to Connecting, Working, and Healing with the Angels is a non-denominational point of view of angels and their role in the spiritual disciplines. This text helps the readers discern guardian angels from archangels, and departed loved ones. ISBN: 1401907598 |
Angels in My Hair Beyond everyday experience, the mysteries of the afterlife are revealed in the autobiography, Angels in My Hair. It is a deeply moving and inspirational journey into the world of angels. Lorna Byrne has always been able to see angels. ISBN: 0385528965 |
Angels on Assignment What is the Mizpah Covenant? This covenant has the power to release angels to assist you and forges a protective covenant around yourself and your family. Discover how angels are involved in the lives of people on a personal and practical level. ISBN: 1599797526 |
Angel On Board - 1st Edition A collector's edition of Angel On Board, the first edition of this novel about angels is fun, entertaining, thought-provoking and comforting. Also available in a Kindle format. ISBN: 096702420X |
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Chapter XVIIIA few minutes before the girls were due to wake up, Pearl, Edwina, and Marie, returned. We told them about the night and what had been accomplished. Jeannie's alarm clock rang and the snooze button was pushed, pushed, and pushed again. Morning arrived again at Jeannie's house. When Jeannie got to work, she told Judie about the dream. Judie was intrigued and asked her when the last time was that she had gone to church. Judie was to play the organ next Sunday at a church close to Jeannie's apartment. They made plans to meet there. That seed had sprouted; I prayed it landed in good soil. The next few weeks gradually turned into months and Jeremi saw Jeannie frequently, practically every day and most nights. They grew very close. Jeannie had gone back to church, fairly regularly. Occasionally, Jeremi went with her. I considered that progress They were going in a good direction when they were together. His drinking got worse when they were apart, especially when he was alone. He now used beer to chase his brandies when he was at the pub. He used to only drink beer, with the occasional brandy. This escalation was frightening. The more he drank, the less Henry could get through to him. Henry was getting more and more frustrated about his lack of influence over Jeremi. Unfortunately, any positive influence in his life filtered out when he drank and all sorts of negative influence freely flowed in. The people Jeremi associated with during these times were evidence of this. He sat at the bar and sometimes bemoaned the fact that he'd been thrust unexpectedly into fatherhood. His mates at the bar always put in their two cents' worth, none of which was flattering to Jeannie. According to them, she was either trying to trap him into marriage or find a way to get part of his paycheck for the next eighteen years or just plain stupid. They advised him to run away, to break up or find someone else. The girl who had called him "poor Jeremi" in the bathroom a few weeks before, frequently cozied up to him, if he was alone. Jeremi was always polite, but he knew in his heart that she was trouble and discouraged her. Unfortunately, she persisted. Meanwhile, Jeannie went to church and acquired some baby supplies at garage sales with Anne. Jeannie's parents came for a quick visit to check out the situation. Their relationship had been strained, but it was healing for them to be together. Her parents left reasonably satisfied, but still quite concerned. Jeannie's girls now understood that Mommy was going to have a baby and were very excited. When Jeremi, or Jeannie's support team, was around her, she was optimistic about the situation. When Jeannie was alone, she worried a lot, mostly about Jeremi. He always seemed to be on her mind. Sometimes she would call the pub to try to find him. It depended on how much he had had to drink whether she got a warm reception or a brush off. The bar cronies teased Jeremi about his "ball and chain" as soon as he hung up the phone, which simply amplified the pressure Jeremi was already under. One very unfortunate night, toward the middle of her pregnancy, Jeannie was home alone. Her girls had gone to the house of one of their father's sisters for the night. Anne was out of town on vacation with her family. Jeannie called the pub to see if Jeremi was there. He was and had been there for quite some time and he was drunk. The "poor Jeremi" girl was also there and getting closer and closer to him. He took Jeannie's phone call. She could tell he was drunk, but she asked him if he wanted to go to a movie and out to dinner with her anyway. As he repeated the words, movie and dinner, the girl at the bar loudly ordered "Two more brandies here for Jeremi and me!" Jeannie heard what the girl had said, but covered that fact up with Jeremi. Jeannie planned to come to the pub to pick him up. They hung up. Jeremi sat down again, after the routine jeers of the "ol' ball and chain" and quickly shot down the brandy the girl had bought him. He thanked her, then turned and talked to the man on the other side of him. That man left shortly thereafter. Jeremi turned to the only other person there to talk to, the girl. When she offered to buy him another drink, Jeremi agreed. These days, he never turned down a free drink. Jeannie got ready and hurried to the pub. When she got to the door, she saw Jeremi and the girl talking and drinking together. The girl caught a glimpse of Jeannie at the door, but Jeremi was oblivious. The girl put her arm cozily on his upper thigh. As soon as Jeannie saw this, she started to hyperventilate. She refused to go into the pub. Pearl, George and I tried to get her to go in, but her emotions and pride were too strong. Henry tried to get Jeremi to turn and see Jeannie, but he was too far gone. He pushed the girl's hand off his thigh, but Jeannie had already left before that happened. She whipped around the corner of the building and tried to catch her breath--tears streamed down her face--from the shock of actually seeing what she had told Anne she feared most--seeing Jeremi with someone else. Pearl did everything in her power to hold her up, but she slid down the side of the building into a sitting position nonetheless. It took several minutes, but Jeannie regained most of her composure. She made it to a pay phone and called the pub to tell Jeremi she'd changed her mind, without giving him a reason. Then she got into her car and drove away. She was in such a state that I really felt like I had to protect my charge. She sped away from the pub, right past her apartment. After a close call at a stop sign, Jeannie settled down, but she was crying. "We've got to get her off the road and get some people around her," Pearl said. "I think she's about to have a flat tire," George said. Jeannie pulled her car up to the stoplight, into the left lane and rolled over some broken glass that George had spread there. As she stopped, Jeannie heard a crunch and then a hissing noise. She rolled down her window and stuck her head out and could see that she had air rapidly escaping out of the left front tire. "There's a tire repair place up about a block, you need to get there," Pearl said. Jeannie looked up and saw the tire sign. She muttered some very mean things about the tire and the timing of this problem. She pulled into the parking lot and right up to the garage stall. The fellow who worked there happened to be out having a cigarette when Jeannie pulled up. He heard the hissing coming from the tire and directed her into the repair bay. She stopped the car and got out. He jumped in and pulled the car into the stall and up onto the hoist. Jeannie stood on the outside and looked in, while he pulled a large piece of glass out of the tire with pliers. He informed her that she would need a patch and it would take just a few minutes. She took the news pretty well, considering. She went inside and sat down. Pearl coached her to take deep breaths and calm down. She picked up a magazine and tried to thumb through it, but her mind was obviously elsewhere. "Is it all right if I talk to her?" I asked. "By all means," Pearl answered. There was a restroom in the lobby. I went in there to get ready. I decided to wear a short-sleeved cotton shirt and a pair of jeans. I thought the age I was was appropriate for the situation. So, I made the toilet flush loudly. Then I came out and sat in the waiting room a couple of chairs away from Jeannie. "He looks familiar Jeannie." Pearl coached. "You know him from somewhere, but where?" George added. Jeannie looked at me, nodded hello with a faint smile. I returned the greeting. Jeannie tried to keep up the appearance of reading the magazine, but occasionally looked over at me. As soon as I looked up, she quickly looked back at her magazine. "He looks familiar, but where do you know him from?" Pearl continued her coaching. About the fourth or fifth time this happened, Jeannie started to snicker and so did I. "I'm sorry for staring, but you look really familiar," I said to her. "I know. I mean, you do, too. Do you know how we know each other?" "Do you come here often?" I gave her an expectant look and then she got the joke. "Just every flat I get." "Me too. When was your last flat?" She chuckled. "I know I know you. Do you work out at the airport?" I shook my head. "I was there several weeks ago. I thought that's where I might've seen you. Where do you work?" "I'm a guard," I said. "What do you guard?" "People." "Like a body guard?" "Something like that." She shook her head no. "Nobody I know needs a bodyguard." "Everyone you know needs a bodyguard!" Pearl said. I heard all the angels laugh. Jeannie got a peculiar look on her face as if she'd heard what Pearl said. "I know where it was from!" she exclaimed. I panicked for a second remembering our encounter in the dream. I looked for George. He motioned that it would be okay. "A couple of Sundays ago, you were at the church on Washington street. You stood up when they asked who was visiting." "That's right. I did," I said, relieved. "Good memory. I greeted you in the narthex after the service, with your little girl, was it?" "Girls," Jeannie corrected. "I met so many people that day. Nice people, all of them," "You'll find that there." The man came in to tell Jeannie her car was ready. "Nice talking to you," Jeannie said. on her way out. "Maybe I'll see you again soon." "I'm certain of it," I said. We smiled at each other and Jeannie paid for the repairs and left. She waved as she left the waiting room. I stayed in the chair until the mechanic left the room and Jeannie had driven away. Then I went back to only being visible to angels. The mechanic came in a few minutes later to check on something. He looked at the chair I had been in and then he looked around the waiting room and outside the door. He shrugged his shoulders and left. George and I caught up with Jeannie and Pearl. Jeannie's driving was quite a bit calmer now. She drove to the movie theater. Pearl explained to us that when she is really hurting, Jeannie goes to a movie and tries to get lost in it. It's a good way for her to distance herself from her situation. She picks a movie whose situation is as far removed from her own as possible, that she can just forget for a little while. Today, she picked a movie about a military trial; without a love story, without pregnant women. Jeannie calmly watched the movie about the military court martial. We had her settled and she would stay calm for a few hours. "She's fine. You better go help Henry," Pearl told us. We went back to the pub. Jeremi was still there and the girl was still beside him. I had never seen Jeremi this drunk in my entire life or death. Henry was beside himself. These were the most miserable times for Henry. If he was going to be able to protect Jeremi, it was going to have to be in spite of Jeremi. The bartender tried to get him to leave. He offered to call a cab. Jeremi refused. The girl told him she knew where there was a party and she would take him. He agreed to go with her to this "party." Jeremi got into the car with the girl and they drove away from the pub, without saying goodnight to anyone. George, Henry, and I went along because this was shaping up to be a disaster. As I suspected, the "party" was nothing more than liquor at her house. Jeremi protested until she pointed out her large selection. One of the many bottles was the brand of brandy that Jeremi drank the most often. It appeared to me that this girl had had this "party" planned for a quite a while. All of his protesting behind him now, Jeremi asked what movies she had to watch. She pulled out an assortment of films from action to X-rated. Jeremi picked an action movie. She made him a drink and sat down on the couch next to him, very close. Jeremi squirmed a little, but she persisted. Before too long, she made her move. He gave in and soon, they were kissing very intensely. Henry made the phone ring to distract them. She took it off the hook. George made her car alarm go off. She got up briefly, looked out the window, pointed a remote at it and turned it off. On the way back to the couch, she flipped on the stereo, turned off the TV and the lights and unbuttoned her blouse. I tried to talk sense into Jeremi, but it was a lost cause! It became terribly clear that she and Jeremi were going to have sex. I was afraid this was going to ruin everything we had been working for. "Well, what do we do now?" I asked George and Henry. "We need to make sure that he at least uses a condom to keep him from getting exposed to anything she might have. Beyond that, it would take an intervention beyond what is appropriate," Henry said. "What is this going to do to the plan?" I asked anxiously. "The future is unwritten," George said. "She's a spoiler. She's angel-less. She knows his weakness and she's using it to get to him. Exactly why remains to be seen," George explained. "We've got to stop this!" I insisted. "Shy of an earthquake, probably not. Besides, the way she's using our interventions against us, she'd like the ride. No, I'm afraid not," Henry said. "At least they are practicing 'safe sex,'" I said. "There's nothing safe about this sex," George said and shook his head with disgust. "I've got to get out here! This is too awful to be any part of," I said. I never wanted to see this side of Jeremi. I looked to George for direction. "Henry, call us if you need us," George said. Henry nodded. We went back to talk to Pearl and to check on Jeannie. The movie was almost over. Jeannie had settled down considerably. You could see her thoughts return to her problems as soon as the lights came up. She walked slowly out of the theater. When she got back to her car, she rested her head on her hands on the steering wheel. Eventually, she took a deep breath and drove slowly home. She got there and dragged herself out of the car and into her apartment. Without turning on any lights or even checking her phone messages, she drug herself down the hallway dropping things as she went. She fell back onto the bed, face up, eyes wide open. The occasional tear fell down her cheek. Eventually her eyelids started to droop and she fell asleep. She stayed in that exact position for the rest of the night. "She is so hurt. I've never seen her like this before," Pearl said. "She's been hurt in her life before, but betrayed like this in love like this... This is brand new territory for her. She's devastated." "But she only suspects that Jeremi slept with the spoiler," I said. "Do you think she's holding out any hope that it'll be okay?" "Her hope for a happily ever after is shattered," Pearl answered "I think right now, this whole situation has taken her to one of the lowest points in her life. She's pregnant, alone and the father is cheating. Despite the strong face she tries to show the rest of the world, she is hurt, lonely and scared." "What can we do?" I asked. "There's only one message for nights like these," George said and Pearl nodded. I looked at them perplexed, so he went on. "Life is hard, but God is good!" I nodded in agreement. For the rest of that night, we sang every song we knew, quoted every piece of scripture with that theme, preached sermons with that message, so that idea would seep into Jeannie's subconscious, then conscious mind, so she could start fresh in the morning.
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