For the love of peanut butter and chocolate chips by the spoonful, I’d love to stop writing about death, dying, the afterlife, and spiritual episodes. But when weird occurrences KEEP happening, it’s difficult to not go there.
I must give testimony to the metaphysical….just in case.
If you’ve been following me the last few months you may have read about the beginnings of these haunting occurrences but now there’s more. It is very specific and I find it riveting.
I meant what I said in the subtitle…if you can break this down to anything other than real angel activity, please be my guest. I’d welcome some alternate arguments if they exist.
I’d like to begin by saying I’m not a religious person, however, I am a spiritual person. I have just the right amount of fear to believe that there is a God and so, I behave accordingly.
I don’t, for one second, believe that when we die that’s all there is and all we ever were. Otherwise, what’s the point?
However, my beliefs and faith were tested to the ends of the earth after losing my child. How can any God feel good about being part of that?
But it’s none of my business how God operates. I’m just here, living like a good person and trying to understand it all.
I’m understanding the angels perfectly
They don’t seem to act all cryptic and elusive like God does. The angels appear to be straight up and spot on. Especially the chief, archangel Michael.
This guy is like a mob boss.
Michael is not merely one of the angels but he’s the head of a battalion of angels, and here is what he’s doing to my life.
Very soon after my son died, I had a dream.
Some of you may have read this part before but now there’s more so bear with me. I have to recap the old to incorporate the new.
In this dream a presence was with me. Although I couldn’t see that it was my son, I’m telling you it was him and he was there. We didn’t audibly speak to each other but we communicated.
I was looking at a piece of paper in front of me and my hand was being guided to write a message on it. The message read, “Tell Kylah that the light around me is blue.”
That was it, nothing more came in the dream before I awoke.
Kylah was my son’s best friend since grade school and they were very close right up until the day he died. They actually spoke on the day he died.
I felt compelled to honor my son’s wish so I messaged Kylah and relayed the message from my dream. While I waited for her response I decided to Google ‘blue angel light’ to see if there was any meaning to it.
Let me tell you, I discovered there are plenty of angel websites out there and each of them say that blue light represents power, protection, faith, courage, and strength.
Different archangels are in charge of each color. Michael, the leader of all the angels, represents the blue light.
Immediately after learning about Michael and his blue light, Kylah replied to my message. What she said blew me away.
She told me she had been meditating for my son’s safe and protected transition into his new realm. She wished him courage and strength on his journey. And while meditating, she would hold an archangel Michael crystal.
I couldn’t possibly chalk this up to coincidence because what are the chances? I’d received a clear and direct message to pass on to someone else that related exactly to what she was doing.
But wait, now there’s more.
Just the other day, out of the blue, my mother sent me a text message. It read:
“I’m so glad I tuned into virtual mass today. I learned that September 29th is the feast day of St. Michael the archangel. And because he is the leader, all angels are celebrated on that day.”
My son died on September 29th. The day St Michael celebrates all the angels.
I don’t know how much that means to anyone else but for a person who lost her child, the joyful weight of it is tremendous. It feels so substantial compared to the gaping void that one resides in while grieving.
It makes me want to burst with excitement if that’s even possible when you’ve lost a child. I envision him being treated like royalty in some other realm and I feel like something big and unmistakable is about to happen.
None of what I’m trying put into words makes sense like it does in my head. It’s just a crazy feeling when the numbers, occurrences, and facts are dead on.
What I do know for certain is that it provides me with a great deal of comfort to imagine that my son is so much more powerful as an angel than he ever could have been as a human.
He sauntered into heaven the day the angels were partying. Of course he did. He was never one to miss a good celebration.