The Old Violin

Yesterday evening we visited a local village church, not for a service but a musical recital. The church was packed even the choir stalls were full. The concert was a musical recital by 2 promising young musicians, both young women who both looked amazing and played music as if they were one and the same as the music. The notes floated from their souls to fill the lovely church with amazing energy and the sounds of the angels.

I though could see many angels filling the rafters. The angels love beautiful music and surround those who make such wonderful music when it can make the heart sing and the soul rise to the heavens. Among the angels I saw was Gabriel. He is the homecomimg angel to help us in reconnecting with who we really are. I wondered why I was aware of his presence but I soon understood.

As the violinist played and her violin sang with life I could glimpse her playing as a young male violinist dressed from hundreds of years ago. Then I suddenly knew that she had lived before as a famous violinist but more than that she played the same violin. The original violin was made in 1596 and is now priceless but this incredibly talented woman had been loaned this same violin. There was no way she could ever afford it but the universe sometimes has ways of surprising us. Over 500 years later, thousands of miles from its origin the violin was returned to its first owner. Magic happens far more often than we realise.

Seeing Angels

Angels surround us all. They fill our days with light.
Their love and soft downy feathers comfort us and warm our
hearts. Angels surround me in my garden. When I rest a while by the rose arch I feel their presence and I feel at peace. I can also feel their presence at other times and I catch glimpses of their colours around people who are just shopping or talking.

The angels are around us all. Like all young children my daughter often seemed to focus on things not quite seen by us adults. The gift to 'see' these beautiful spirits is often hidden as people grow up. I like many others had lost this ability for most of my life, but through love for my daughter I managed to find it again.

This ability to 'see' the angels comes from the pineal gland in the brain. This region responds to light to make chemicals, but far more then that, its light sensitive cells can detect the higher energies of the angels. It gives us visions and insights into a wider world, one of love, magic and dreams.

We all have occasional glimpses through this partially open doorway into another world where the mists still surround our eyes and the images are blurred. I welcome these images into my life and search for more. The more of these glimpses I accept the more the mists clear from before my eyes and the more certain I am of what I sense around me.

summer solstice angel

A new angel has just appeared in my life. I often see these beings of light as flashes of colour which take form on paper or on the computer. The colours are so important as a part of their message. With this angel the swirling energies of yellow and blue represent the sun in the mid summer sky and the pale blues of the angel are there to give us courage and the self belief to follow our dreams.

At mid summer the energies of change are at their greatest and we can all tap into these to bring about change in our own lives.

At present I do not even know her name. I probably will be given a name for this amazingly beautiful angel before or on the summer solstice.

Remember this angel at the solstice and remember that changes at this time can be incredibly powerful, life changing and wonderfully positive with the power of the sun in our favour.

For more information about the angels visit www.angelsrus.co.uk

The Wise Women of Old

Yesterday a friend and I were invited to an amazingly old and wonderful cob house. It looked idyllic, a chocolate box house in a typical english cottage garden with obligatory stream. Nestled in a wooded valley with the june sunshine warming the land it looked like a slice of heaven on Earth.

Inside the house though it was different and it was the house we had been invited to see and hopefully to heal.

There were 2 great back to back inglenook fireplaces where the mediaeval hall would have been and it was around these fires that we could feel the energies of others. We sat down in front of one of these fires and together with the help of the angels we let our thoughts roam and slowly began to unravel the story of the wise country women.

Around 500 years ago the house was lived in by 3 generations of wise women. They collected herbs, made poultices and tended sick animals. Their beliefs were tolerated by their neighbours until they upset a powerful religious farmer. He used his influence to spread lies and scandal about these women calling them devil worshippers. Fears increased and persecution began. Eventually they were all burned at the stake as witches.

The youngest of the women was Nancy who was only 19 and 6 months pregnant. After her death Nancy felt numbed and unable to leave the Earth. Her spirit returned to the only place of sanctuary she knew, her old house.

There she had remained ever since, still shocked, fearful and full of guilt over her baby. the other women had stayed with her to comfort her and to draw attention to her plight.

The current owner of the house is sensitive and aware that she lived there for some important reason. 500 years ago she had lived as Jack, Nancy's brother. In this life she had returned , not to avenge her death, but to heal her life.

As the story unravelled a staircase of light opened up and the angels gradually led Nancy up into the light. One special angel Plaeos surrounded her in love and helped ease her sense of shock. As the other women left I saw a beautiful red rose bud fall from the sky onto the owners lap. A thank you gift, given with overwhelming love. Her job here had been done.

It feels a privelege to be able to use my gifts to help a soul such as Nancy and to bring calm to such a magnificient house.

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