A Green Angel

The rain falls but the beauty of the garden remains. It is a soft warm rain falling gently to Earth, excatly what my new plants need. It hydrates the ground and intensifies the greeness I see out of the window.

April is suppossed to be the month of showers but this spring has been different with glorious weather and the new shoots of regrowth sprouting earlier than usual. I love the pale green colours of the fresh new foliage. It cloaks the silover birch in minute leaves and brings the old beech tree back to life again.

This green is the colour of freshness and new beginnings and the continuation of life. This green seems to have become my colour and I am wearing it more and more in clothes and jewellery. This green gives tranquility to my soul but more than that it helps me connect to my inner self and to who I am.

My angel is Wuaza. She is also surrounded by the fresh greens of new life and rebirth. She is my angel and appears at my side when I need her calmness or inspiration. At other times she can be so small that I can carry her in my heart.

We all have a place in our hearts especially reserved for the angels. Love them and invite them in.

For more information on the angels visit http://www.angelsrus.co.uk/

Love, the Angel of the Heart

A friend phoned unexpectedly to tell me about her sudden heart attack and rush into hospital. She is over 60 but in good health and the heart problem came completely out of the blue. She always had a sense of humour and her husbands reaction brought a wry smile to her face. It had happened in the middle of the night and as the pains gripped around her heart and she felt unable to breathe she woke him and gasping to breathe said she needed an ambulance. His reaction of 'don't worry dear I will make you a nice cup of tea' was not appreciated nor was the cup of tea itself.

Apparently she nearly died and one doctor asked if she had seen anything whilst close to death. Always one to 'see' things she told him about facing a brick wall and being unable to break through it or to find a doorway. The doctor assumed, as I did that her time had not yet come.

After speaking to her I was aware of an angel around me, a beautiful brilliant pink one, and one through whom I could send love and healing to my friend. This was Love, the angel to help heal broken hearts. She is one of a group of extremely powerful healing angels. The power of the cerise ray to bring about change clearly radiates around her. These angels can not only sweep away any emotional blocks within people but can also begin the process of healing the body. Her phenomenal wings can sweep away problems which we cannot face alone. As Love heals the heart, she drops a cloud of white feathers for the brave of heart and for the journey yet to come.

Angels such as Love can help to bring about miracles as they heal the deep hurts from times long gone allowing the energies of the heart to flow freely again. My friend is recovering and doing the recommended activities and on the plus side knows there is an angel especially for her to call on anytime.

for further information on the angels visit http://www.angelsrus.co.uk/

Rachel the Angel of the Truth

It was the day of the village spring clean. About 30 of us set out along varoius lanes converging in the centre of the village. We were armed with gloves, grubbers, bags, luminescent day glo jackets (kindly proveded by the council) and of course 2 sheets of health and safety risk analysis (also provided by the council!) These sheets provided the information, in case I did not know that it is possible to cut oneself when picking up broken glass, ye Gods how ever did we manage pre risk assessment.

As we progressed towards the village we collected the usual McDonalds bags, plastic wrappers, cider and beer cans thrown into the ditches and also began to amass a fine collection of empty vodka bottles. At first these were a joke, but then as the collection increased questions sprang to mind. Were these from the same person? was this a lonely individual who parked along the lane to drink the vodka or just came to deposit the bottles anonmously? I don't suppose we shall ever know. the final collection came in at over 60 large bottles and some small ones.

I had not been aware of the presense of the angels all day, having been so busy chatting as we walked along and also afterwards in the village hall where we had refreshments. It was only later as I thought about the bottles and the person who left them that I was suddenly aware of a flash of pale blue light and Rachel the Angel of the Truth was in my thoughts.

Rachel appears for people who fear the truth and who try to hide it both from themselves and others. Through her I ask for support and healing for our mystery drinker. She can help people to trust that when the truth is faced it is never as bad as feared.

For other information on the angels visit www.angelsrus.co.uk