Where did August go??

Hello angel lover friends,

With mixed weather and mixed emotions August has blazed by in a hurry for me this year.
Too many challenges to mention have entered and some have past straight through whilst others have lingered on to tell the tale.

One tale I must share with you in this little note is of my amazement and awe at yet another miracle. The true power of Love.

My father was knocked over by a van reversing ~ on a pedestrian only market square ~ and hitting his head sharply he was taken by ambulance for all the usual checks, x-rays and the like. To the horror of us all he was found to have a clot on the brain, but because medics also found a chest infection it was decided not to operate as the risks were too high.

My son and I, on hearing the news, had driven through the night to be with him in the hospital and stayed with him until we were happy that he was comfortable and had heard the overall picture from the doctors. We left him smiling, and set off back down the long road to London.

One hour from home we had an urgent phone call to say that dad's condition had deteriorated and they had rushed him into theatre for an emergency operation. Neuro surgery is never light-weight and he was in theatre for five and a half hours while they removed a blood clot and found a concealed haemorrhage into the brain, which they were able to arrest. Thankfully, I went back to my own home in Essex, grabbed some sleep and a few extra clothes, turned around and drove back along the A1 for another 250 miles praying earnestly for the best possible outcome for him, and fearful yet holding onto the faith that I would see him again.

For 3 days my sister, her mother and myself sat around his bed in ITU. We sat and looked at him, and loved him.
We opened our hearts, and gave him our energy, our open prayers and our unconditional love. We held his hands full of intravenous lines, and his feet covered in surgical socks. We gently held his head wrapped in dressings and protruding staples, and kissed his bruised and battered face. We gently spoke to him as he rested about all the good wishes coming in texts and emails from hundreds of friends, family, his church congregation, my friends and healers sending him light and healing from all over the country and even the world.

We stayed with him each day and everyday until he spoke again and talked to us in comprehensible sentences. We all laughed together as he tlod the nurse his date of birth was 18/08/1888 and she remarked that he was 'looking good!'.
I came home when I knew he was going to recover, then returned a few days later to relieve my sister, and Mary her mum. Each journey home was painful, and each return to the Angel of the North, a relief.

When my dad was moved into the main section of the high dependancy ward I noticed something strange that caught my eye. Other visitors said nothing to their relatives. They sat and read the paper, or they simply stood ... not really knowing what to say. Some relatives held whispered conversations between one another, over the patient and even worse- about the patient. There seemed to be something missing. The expression of their Love.

On my long drives I have had lots of good thinking time. I have re-considered the intense preyer as I sat alone with my father seeing a beam of white light that came down to his crown and then encircled his body and the presence Of angels around him. I have looked again at the immense power of the Mystical 3. Two loving daughters and wife, sat in a triangle around him sending all their love, without tiring, and praying constantly for the best ourcome. My goodness, but it truly works.

This is merely a precis of all the magic that has occurred over the last few weeks. Not least that my father knew intitially there was something else that had been missed, in his head. The angels told him.

He is now well on the road to recovery and will be transferred to a local hospital shortly where friends and family can visit him every day. I'll be there when I can.

The really powerful experience that has changed my understanding is that it is love that heals.... Not symbols, chants and particular words... but pure open-hearted unconditional love, with God's Grace.

Bye for now,
My Love to you,
Chrissie