Where have the last couple of months gone?
Well I suppose if I was totally organised, had all my work fully notarized properly and kept my paperwork up to date I would be able to look through at a mere flip and explain to myself how more than 10 weeks can seemingly whizz by. But I'm not, and I don't and so I have to search my poor brain to remember the details. An accountant's worst nightmare ... Let's see now...
Over the last several Weeks I have literally been from one end of the country to the other. I drove to Edinburgh for a super Body & Soul event and then on to Glasgow in Scotland to catch up with friends (you can't possibly drive all that way and not call in can you?) , via the west coast of Lancashire to take in the Morecambe Bay view and on to the Lake District visiting my father and fitting in a little business en route. Yes that was quite a busy weekend.
Thank goodness for the peace and tranquility of the Irish Essene retreat in Maynooth which I so enjoy (even though I am also facilitating, and teaching at the same time). At the end of the retreat, on the Monday, we drove from County Kildare to County Carlow in southern Ireland where I did an evening talk and delighted in the chance to meet wonderful new people, especially two younger members of the group who can see angels everywhere (absolute magic). The people of Ireland always inject a renewed sense of joy and enchantment. I love their enthusiasm, their folklore, and their faery rings. (My house is named Hawthorns, and there were none when we moved in. Having now learned that these are the faery trees I'm intrigued that we were intuitively guided to plant them all around our garden perimeter.)
My reflections and memories of that trip were enhanced by travelling by ferry and train (thanks to the volcanic ash cloud) which provided the opportunity of simply sitting for a while, enjoying the views, especially the amazing scenery of North Wales. (Oh yes, and then I discovered with delight that Virgin trains have plug sockets and wifi.... so I was able to get on with some emailing and written work too!... I might have been tempted to stare out of the window all the way back to London).
Somewhere in the middle of all the planning and working my husband dragged me away ~ kicking and screaming of course ~ to take our annual week on the canals. This time we explored the Grand Union canal in the Midlands for a week, cruising along at about 3 miles an hour by narrow boat.
Aha, I hear you mutter, a rest from all the work and travelling?
No... just a compromise with Brian who believed that the serenity of the canals was just what I needed for a few hours a day to catch up on my writing, and as I settled to write a few chapters on my new book of angel stories we discovered we had unwittingly taken a leg of the canal with seventeen locks.
Now, those of you who've experienced canals will understand. One of you must remain on board as captain of the ship ( naturally the one wearing the cap) and the other has to leap off and open the locks. I forgot my cap. Lock opening seems to be very good exercise, and what a surprise.. .. seemingly only enjoyed by all the female members of the canal boating fraternity! I have since suggested that Brian now grows a beard. If he's going to play at Captain Birdseye he might as well look the part.
Last weekend was a Bank Holiday, so I did agree to take time out to visit Cornwall and see Brian's eldest daughter at university in Falmouth. Taking in a trip to Penzance and Land's End, we also toured the Mount of St Michael. The church is called St Michael and all the angels. The energy within the church, right there on top of the rock where the Michael-Mary ley line starts its journey through Britain... is phenomenal. Beautiful. Tangible. Moving.
Of course Cornwall to north Essex is rather a long drive, but it was certainly worth it and we were blessed with glorious sunshine for a journey home through the west country. What a beautiful island this is!
It has been an amazing couple of months. Truly. The angels are always with me. If ever I doubt that I shall remember the visions of angels described by the beautiful young girl in Ireland who sat and watched the angel enfold me as I was speaking and leading the guided visualisations.
If ever I withdraw into outdated insecurities I remind myself that I am always met and supported by hospitable and welcoming friends all the way. Challenges widen my experience and understanding and even bigger snags (such as arriving in Dublin at a different port without the roaming facility on my mobile phone, so completely unable to contact friends waiting at the other port) are peppered into my life to teach me patience, organisation and communication skills .
I continually remind myself how blessed I am to have found my purpose in service and to be enjoying my life.... I think perhaps all I just need a little tweaking here and there, particularly on the time management skills.
Have a wonderful June. As the robin sits at the top of the pine tree in my garden (just outside my office door) he sings with all his might. It's going to be a great Summer.
Love in abundance,
Chrissie
Friday, 4 June 2010
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Spring Clean!
Here we are in March already.
Spring has sprung!
A time of birth and a time for new growth. The vernal equinox.... and an open invitation from the Universe for transparency, openness, and movement. It's a time to clear out the cobwebs, shake off the dust of the Winter months, clear away what is no longer required, and start a fresh!
Can we do the same in our personal and spiritual life?
It is so easy to get warm and comfy with what we know isn't it? To stay put. So many things have become habitual... the way we do things, (the way we like to do things our way!), our routine, our rituals. How many people do you know who proudly announce "this is how I am.... people take me as they find me..... I'm not likely to change now" ... not necessarily in these words, but in their actions and their attitudes. Can be frustrating can't it?
Yet in nature everything changes, constantly. Everything under the sun exchanges energy, flows, moves, grows, expands, contracts, changes. Situations change, circumstances, families, surroundings, seasons, weather..... everything changes. Our body changes. So why do some people think that they don't need to make personality changes?
Recently I have been reading and listening to two very different author/teachers. The first, John Kehoe, talks about a system he has developed over thirty years. His is motivational, inspirational and meaningful..... and his teaching definitely works if one is prepared to work very hard and change some deep rooted habits.
It is a system called Mind Powers, and it distinguishes between the will and the mind. In my usual cramming fashion I decided to bend the rules a little ( could that be an old habit of mine?) and listen to his course all at once to use my travelling time on a recent visit to the north of England. At the end of his series of 8 CDs (which took me from one end of the country to the other and back) I came to the glorious conclusion that his teachings are most certainly 'spiritual' even though he chooses his words carefully from a secular vocabulary. I delighted in his exercises and resolved to put his teachings into practice, properly.... as soon as I have the time.
The book I have been reviewing called 'Beyond Limitations, the power of conscious co-creation' by Stuart Wilson & Joanna Prentis gives an instructive account of what they call personal reality creation channelled from an angelic being called Alariel. It is beautiful, immensely powerful............ and gives the same advice. Change the way you think, and then put it into practice!!
Now of course we've all heard the adage 'when the pupil is ready the teacher appears' and so I ask myself why these both arrived on my doorstep at the same time... Springtime... confirming all the ideas I already know ( I think I know) and spiritual teachings and materials I have already incorporated into my Educating Heart & Soul course ... ( ahem, written for others to do!) and I ask myself what it is then that I badly need to recognise?...... and how can I change.
One of the lovely lasses from my Thursday group prompted me to share this with you:
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you like to win but you think you can't,
it's almost certain that you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost.
For out there in the world you find
'nothing succeeds like success'
it's all in a fellow's will.
It's all in the state of mind.
Aha that's it... it's all in the way I think too much!...Maybe I should change my mind.......or put what I know into better use?
Has anyone got a perfect, unspoilt, totally obedient, carefully nourished, well trained mind they'd care to swap for a well loved, but slightly over-used model in need of some re-education?
Lots of love and Springtime blessings
Chrissie
Spring has sprung!
A time of birth and a time for new growth. The vernal equinox.... and an open invitation from the Universe for transparency, openness, and movement. It's a time to clear out the cobwebs, shake off the dust of the Winter months, clear away what is no longer required, and start a fresh!
Can we do the same in our personal and spiritual life?
It is so easy to get warm and comfy with what we know isn't it? To stay put. So many things have become habitual... the way we do things, (the way we like to do things our way!), our routine, our rituals. How many people do you know who proudly announce "this is how I am.... people take me as they find me..... I'm not likely to change now" ... not necessarily in these words, but in their actions and their attitudes. Can be frustrating can't it?
Yet in nature everything changes, constantly. Everything under the sun exchanges energy, flows, moves, grows, expands, contracts, changes. Situations change, circumstances, families, surroundings, seasons, weather..... everything changes. Our body changes. So why do some people think that they don't need to make personality changes?
Recently I have been reading and listening to two very different author/teachers. The first, John Kehoe, talks about a system he has developed over thirty years. His is motivational, inspirational and meaningful..... and his teaching definitely works if one is prepared to work very hard and change some deep rooted habits.
It is a system called Mind Powers, and it distinguishes between the will and the mind. In my usual cramming fashion I decided to bend the rules a little ( could that be an old habit of mine?) and listen to his course all at once to use my travelling time on a recent visit to the north of England. At the end of his series of 8 CDs (which took me from one end of the country to the other and back) I came to the glorious conclusion that his teachings are most certainly 'spiritual' even though he chooses his words carefully from a secular vocabulary. I delighted in his exercises and resolved to put his teachings into practice, properly.... as soon as I have the time.
The book I have been reviewing called 'Beyond Limitations, the power of conscious co-creation' by Stuart Wilson & Joanna Prentis gives an instructive account of what they call personal reality creation channelled from an angelic being called Alariel. It is beautiful, immensely powerful............ and gives the same advice. Change the way you think, and then put it into practice!!
Now of course we've all heard the adage 'when the pupil is ready the teacher appears' and so I ask myself why these both arrived on my doorstep at the same time... Springtime... confirming all the ideas I already know ( I think I know) and spiritual teachings and materials I have already incorporated into my Educating Heart & Soul course ... ( ahem, written for others to do!) and I ask myself what it is then that I badly need to recognise?...... and how can I change.
One of the lovely lasses from my Thursday group prompted me to share this with you:
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you like to win but you think you can't,
it's almost certain that you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost.
For out there in the world you find
'nothing succeeds like success'
it's all in a fellow's will.
It's all in the state of mind.
Aha that's it... it's all in the way I think too much!...Maybe I should change my mind.......or put what I know into better use?
Has anyone got a perfect, unspoilt, totally obedient, carefully nourished, well trained mind they'd care to swap for a well loved, but slightly over-used model in need of some re-education?
Lots of love and Springtime blessings
Chrissie
Monday, 22 February 2010
February Love
This is a photo taken of the beauty of the rain, from outside on the ground floor balcony... shared with those of you who are interested in orbs.
Two quotations I would like to share with you from the guide who took us on a trip to Paradise Island... " Until the power of love takes over the love of power no politician will ever make a government work"
Hello Everyone,
As many of you know I have just returned from the Dominican Republic where we spent just over two weeks enjoying the tropical weather ( yep although it was deliciously warm and gave us a welcome escape from the sleet and snow it also rained a lot!!). We made some lovely new friends, soaked up the atmosphere and did lots of reading.
My husband booked this for us as a delayed honeymoon and being in February meant that we could include the Valentine's day celebrations.
The synchronicity of booking this trip on the eve of the devastating earthquake in Haiti (the other side of the same island) meant that I felt compelled to do something to help, on a spiritual level.
Having written to many of my friends and contacts (and some of you may be reading this now) asking for help in the form of love and healing to be sent with spiritual Light to me, as I meditated and grounded the healing energy in person on the island, I thought it important to give you my heartfelt gratitude and a little feedback.
I communed with the angels each morning at 8 ( midday UK time - as arranged) then, each day at my midday (Dominican time) I did a walking meditation across the beach or sat and anchored the energy through my body into the sand. On Tuesday and Thursday evenings to coincide with the groups who had agreed to sit in meditation and send their love and light I tuned in during the late afternoon from the beach.
The beach at the northern resort was crescent shaped, and from where I sat it was easy to face west and visualise Haiti just over the mountain range before me. The sand was of the soft fine shingle variety and my feet actually sank into it as I walked each day along the edge of the sea. It was so easy, in the sunlight, to visualise the light entering my crown and down through me into the sand below my feet. As I walked slowly round the bay towards the Haitian end of the beach I called upon God, the Christ energy and archangels Michael, Uriel, Gabriel and Raphael and the angels of healing to use the energy I offered up, coming from so many.
I visualised the pictures on the Angel Insight cards of the angels of Healing, and Compassion and through the gentle waves washed these spiritual qualities outwards and round the peninsular to the sick and distraught on the other side of the island.
In the early evenings, as my husband showered for dinner, I went outside onto our ground floor balcony and asked for the release and peaceful transition of the many souls who were caught in the earthquake and who may be held by their fear and despair. I called upon archangel Raphael the angel of consecration to make sacred the enormous burial sites in Haiti. And on the 14th February it was never easier to open my heart and send all the love I could to wherever it was needed most.
Some people took spare toiletries, clothes and we were asked to leave them behind for the tour operator representatives to take across the border. I was a little shocked that no-one really mentioned Haiti at all other than that one request.
My efforts were supported by hundreds of people. My Educating Heart & Soul group, here in Essex, had a wonderful meditation where they visualised me walking on the beach and sent me all their love and Reiki Healing to be passed on. The Essene family I belong to also did the same, as did many others.
Thank you SO much. I'm certain that together, our heartfelt intention and focus, we have in some small way helped to raise the vibrational energy there.
Two quotations I would like to share with you from the guide who took us on a trip to Paradise Island... " Until the power of love takes over the love of power no politician will ever make a government work"
"Three things that will get rid of depression ~ smiling at the sun, black chocolate, and kindness!" ... Throw away your prozac!
I'll leave you with that,
All my love and angel blessings
Chrissie
Saturday, 9 January 2010
January brings the snow, and makes our toes and fingers glow!
Hello friends... Welcome to 2010!
As I was walking with Daisy - our dog - today in thick snow, and thoroughly enjoying the brightness, the softness, absolute calm and the glorious light surrounding me, (even though so late in the afternoon), I couldn't help but reflect on the public frustration, desperation and inconvenience the weather seems to be causing ... yet again... as we are once more at the mercy of mother nature herself, though this time rather than drought or fires, gale-force winds, or deep floods we have been shrouded in a deep (and very beautiful) blanket of snow.
As I listened to my own muffled footsteps deep in the woods I smiled at the Narnia-like comparison made in an earlier email from a friend, and as the hungry deer quickly ran ahead of me there was an echo of cracking brittle branches.
I re-connected to the vivid memories of early years and remembered back to my love of the woods then, the games of childhood imagination and the immeasurable pleasure gained from the freedom I was given, how fortunate I was to be allowed to simply explore and play in my outdoor surroundings.
I also remember vividly the heavy snow of 1963 which the weathermen compare this cold spell to. The snow then seemed to me as a child to last all Winter... enabling us to create grand slides right across the school playground squealing with delight. There were no prohibitions at the thought of us falling and getting hurt. We were children doing what children do! Now I see that thousands of schools have closed during these low temperatures and I'm warned not to go out unless I must.
And so on the advice of the 'elves of safety' I cancelled my new year Spiritual Development classes and suggested that we all spend the evening instead reflecting on our own how we might make a difference during the next oncoming year. What aspects of our 'little' self might we take a closer look at. What, if anything, might we like to obvserve more closely and perhaps try to change, in order to connect more strongly to the greater good? ( Have you noticed how few magazine articles or t.v. programmes have taken a close look at New Year Resolutions this year?... or maybe I've been watching snowflakes and simply not noticed!)
Maybe it is my own frustration, my own impatience... my own sense of restriction and inconvenience I need to look at more closely.... as well as the patterns of falling ice.
My wonderful walks in the snow have given me time, silence and 'light' to take a good long look at how 'ice-elated' I feel without the stimulation and warmth of other like-minded spiritual friends. Some of us love solitude... others fare better in groups. Aha, so that's why I chose to be born a sheep ... my Aries nature loves the flock!!
Last time I was unable to take the class I asked everyone to write a poem about how the group had influenced their spiritual growth.
Here, with her permission, are the thoughts of one of our Thursday group to share with you :
May you find warmth and comfort, delight and beauty wherever you look,
With lots of love,
Chrissie
As I was walking with Daisy - our dog - today in thick snow, and thoroughly enjoying the brightness, the softness, absolute calm and the glorious light surrounding me, (even though so late in the afternoon), I couldn't help but reflect on the public frustration, desperation and inconvenience the weather seems to be causing ... yet again... as we are once more at the mercy of mother nature herself, though this time rather than drought or fires, gale-force winds, or deep floods we have been shrouded in a deep (and very beautiful) blanket of snow.
As I listened to my own muffled footsteps deep in the woods I smiled at the Narnia-like comparison made in an earlier email from a friend, and as the hungry deer quickly ran ahead of me there was an echo of cracking brittle branches.
I re-connected to the vivid memories of early years and remembered back to my love of the woods then, the games of childhood imagination and the immeasurable pleasure gained from the freedom I was given, how fortunate I was to be allowed to simply explore and play in my outdoor surroundings.
I also remember vividly the heavy snow of 1963 which the weathermen compare this cold spell to. The snow then seemed to me as a child to last all Winter... enabling us to create grand slides right across the school playground squealing with delight. There were no prohibitions at the thought of us falling and getting hurt. We were children doing what children do! Now I see that thousands of schools have closed during these low temperatures and I'm warned not to go out unless I must.
And so on the advice of the 'elves of safety' I cancelled my new year Spiritual Development classes and suggested that we all spend the evening instead reflecting on our own how we might make a difference during the next oncoming year. What aspects of our 'little' self might we take a closer look at. What, if anything, might we like to obvserve more closely and perhaps try to change, in order to connect more strongly to the greater good? ( Have you noticed how few magazine articles or t.v. programmes have taken a close look at New Year Resolutions this year?... or maybe I've been watching snowflakes and simply not noticed!)
Maybe it is my own frustration, my own impatience... my own sense of restriction and inconvenience I need to look at more closely.... as well as the patterns of falling ice.
My wonderful walks in the snow have given me time, silence and 'light' to take a good long look at how 'ice-elated' I feel without the stimulation and warmth of other like-minded spiritual friends. Some of us love solitude... others fare better in groups. Aha, so that's why I chose to be born a sheep ... my Aries nature loves the flock!!
Last time I was unable to take the class I asked everyone to write a poem about how the group had influenced their spiritual growth.
Here, with her permission, are the thoughts of one of our Thursday group to share with you :
Our Lotus Flower by June
When we first met some time ago
and told why we were here
not knowing one another yet
we said what we held dear.
We all expressed our deep true thoughts
our wish list for this time
we knew no-one was being judged
and all of us like minds.
How wonderful each time we met
love & friendship there to see,
the bond we have, our loving 'pod'
was always given free.
Spiritually we sure have grown
combined with our self-healing.
We meditate, express our views
our visions and our feelings.
Our search to find our Angels who
show unconditional love,
our God, his Ascended Masters
who care for us above.
I feel blessed that I was a petal
inside our Lotus Flower.
Dear friends, Your Love I will keep hold
forever... and ... forever.
May you find warmth and comfort, delight and beauty wherever you look,
With lots of love,
Chrissie
Monday, 16 November 2009
Angels are Everywhere
Hello friends,
Last week I was called by a live phone-in radio station in Belfast, U105. They had a controversial topic inspired by a recent letter to a newspaper from a Catholic priest who felt indignation and anger towards the 'new' craze in angel cards.
The radio felt they would like a couple of voices 'for' as a balance amongst those who called in agreeing with the priest that these cards took the eyes of believers off the ball. His argument being that Christians could be distracted, he sited a few of the messages from the angel cards of a well known American author whose books and cards are very popular. One of the cards made the suggestion that the reader should take up yoga, which the priest found highly offensive. He suggested that these cards in particular took Christians away from the very aspects of faith he believed to be the requirements of a Godly connection, such as confession, communion and prayer. I think he should give people a little more credit.
The speaker before me on the radio phone-in, in defense of an angel card reader had a wonderful story of the clear messages from loved one's that a medium can give.... and although this lady, an obviously gifted psychic had been known as a 'reader', as anyone who knows my work will be aware, is not the kind of 'angel card reading' you would get from me. I'm not a psychic medium and as much as I would love to, I cannot give messages from beyond the grave.
So, ... much to the disappointment of the interviewer, when my turn came he could not argue with my methods. As I, in part, agreed with him that very often when people search for answers they may be very vulnerable. But then we were not talking about corrupting true believers of any faith, but that many spiritual believers know there are many paths to the top of the mountain. To God.
The priest may have to accept that so many people all over the world have lost the desire to belong to a traditional organised form of religion. They have grown disillusionned with the rules of their particular group. They have moved into what is now known as -post secular society. A place where it is no longer necessary to take sides. A society where you can hold lightly the notion the Darwinian approach to life and at the same time have a faith in God as creator. You can believe that angels are surrounding you with caring healing energy. That with the blessing of Christ you can ask the angels to help. It is ok to stand alone in your personal connection with Him, and His angels and be an individual.
When I wrote the Angel Insights, and my other books, I was living in east London. A city of multi-faith and multi-ethnicity. It was the cross section of beliefs and cultures that inspired me to go to university and study for myself the golden chord linking the origins and ideas of many different world religions. I didn't want to cause offence to any of my workshop participants by being ignorant of their particular cultural belief.
In my four years of university study I found to my delight that almost all cultures have 'angels'. Whether Hindu, Buddhist, Jewish, Seikh, Christian or Muslim, angels are truly non-denominational and appear in all guises, all shapes and sizes. The holy scriptures to which the priest referred give hundreds of accounts of the highly developed intelligent and spiritual beings bringing messages from God, healing, fighting for righteousness... and in fact appearing whenever or wherever anything of importance occurs. There is nothing new about it.
And, just as one example of this 'new craze' if you visit the British Museum you will find carvings and depictions of 'angels' and guardian spirits from Mesopotamia dating back thousands of years (BC). Hardly modern after all !
As an author I spent two and a half years writing the Angel Insight cards because I was meditating on, visualizing, communing and praying for divine guidance whilst also researching spiritual symbols and colours for the artist.
The sole intention of these cards is for encouraging personal spiritual growth of the individual, the seeker. Not, to take the eye off the ball of Christ's teaching to love one another, but for all individuals to grow closer to the nature of compassion and love through understanding their own soul purpose, their own connection.
They are indeed also for anyone who has lost their way or doesn't want to go down the dogmatic route, for what ever reason. Working with angels, and angel cards can be a gentle, encouraging and empowering way to find one's way back to the Light.
The radio presenter was at a loss to find anything to criticise throughout our discussion, but as a final fling told me that I was 'at risk of potentially making millions' from the sale of my cards. Perhaps he and I should exchange roles for a while !!
Love to you all,
Chrissie
Last week I was called by a live phone-in radio station in Belfast, U105. They had a controversial topic inspired by a recent letter to a newspaper from a Catholic priest who felt indignation and anger towards the 'new' craze in angel cards.
The radio felt they would like a couple of voices 'for' as a balance amongst those who called in agreeing with the priest that these cards took the eyes of believers off the ball. His argument being that Christians could be distracted, he sited a few of the messages from the angel cards of a well known American author whose books and cards are very popular. One of the cards made the suggestion that the reader should take up yoga, which the priest found highly offensive. He suggested that these cards in particular took Christians away from the very aspects of faith he believed to be the requirements of a Godly connection, such as confession, communion and prayer. I think he should give people a little more credit.
The speaker before me on the radio phone-in, in defense of an angel card reader had a wonderful story of the clear messages from loved one's that a medium can give.... and although this lady, an obviously gifted psychic had been known as a 'reader', as anyone who knows my work will be aware, is not the kind of 'angel card reading' you would get from me. I'm not a psychic medium and as much as I would love to, I cannot give messages from beyond the grave.
So, ... much to the disappointment of the interviewer, when my turn came he could not argue with my methods. As I, in part, agreed with him that very often when people search for answers they may be very vulnerable. But then we were not talking about corrupting true believers of any faith, but that many spiritual believers know there are many paths to the top of the mountain. To God.
The priest may have to accept that so many people all over the world have lost the desire to belong to a traditional organised form of religion. They have grown disillusionned with the rules of their particular group. They have moved into what is now known as -post secular society. A place where it is no longer necessary to take sides. A society where you can hold lightly the notion the Darwinian approach to life and at the same time have a faith in God as creator. You can believe that angels are surrounding you with caring healing energy. That with the blessing of Christ you can ask the angels to help. It is ok to stand alone in your personal connection with Him, and His angels and be an individual.
When I wrote the Angel Insights, and my other books, I was living in east London. A city of multi-faith and multi-ethnicity. It was the cross section of beliefs and cultures that inspired me to go to university and study for myself the golden chord linking the origins and ideas of many different world religions. I didn't want to cause offence to any of my workshop participants by being ignorant of their particular cultural belief.
In my four years of university study I found to my delight that almost all cultures have 'angels'. Whether Hindu, Buddhist, Jewish, Seikh, Christian or Muslim, angels are truly non-denominational and appear in all guises, all shapes and sizes. The holy scriptures to which the priest referred give hundreds of accounts of the highly developed intelligent and spiritual beings bringing messages from God, healing, fighting for righteousness... and in fact appearing whenever or wherever anything of importance occurs. There is nothing new about it.
And, just as one example of this 'new craze' if you visit the British Museum you will find carvings and depictions of 'angels' and guardian spirits from Mesopotamia dating back thousands of years (BC). Hardly modern after all !
As an author I spent two and a half years writing the Angel Insight cards because I was meditating on, visualizing, communing and praying for divine guidance whilst also researching spiritual symbols and colours for the artist.
The sole intention of these cards is for encouraging personal spiritual growth of the individual, the seeker. Not, to take the eye off the ball of Christ's teaching to love one another, but for all individuals to grow closer to the nature of compassion and love through understanding their own soul purpose, their own connection.
They are indeed also for anyone who has lost their way or doesn't want to go down the dogmatic route, for what ever reason. Working with angels, and angel cards can be a gentle, encouraging and empowering way to find one's way back to the Light.
The radio presenter was at a loss to find anything to criticise throughout our discussion, but as a final fling told me that I was 'at risk of potentially making millions' from the sale of my cards. Perhaps he and I should exchange roles for a while !!
Love to you all,
Chrissie
Monday, 5 October 2009
Hello friends,
The most magical aspect of living life with a belief in angels is, for me, the never ending mystery of the eternal wonder..... the hows? the whys? the whoas!, ... and definitely the wows!
Last weekend, as I was sitting having one of my lengthy discussions about the direction of my work with my colleague/friend Richard, there was a ring at the doorbell. My husband came into the office indicating that I should come to the door. Excusing myself from the middle of my 'telephone meeting' I begrudgingly hung up and went to the door to see what was so important.
There stood a small boy, head stooped, withdrawn, and holding his coat in his hands. Brian looked at me and shrugged questioningly, "he says he has run away", he whispered.
I went down the door step to the boy's level and gently asked him his name, and how I could help him.
"Matthew, I've run away", he said. "They won't listen, and it's not fair".
"Where have you come from Matthew, where do you live?"
"Braintree" he answered. (That's about 7 miles away).
"And you walked all this way, through the country roads and lanes?... what time did you leave home?"
"About 11.30."
" I'll bet you're very thirsty aren't you? It's nearly 4 o'clock."
"OK", said I, "Come on in, and we'll try to sort this out and get you home again".
He was 12, though very slight for his age, and when I finally got a clear look at his beautiful face and those clear blue eyes and long eyelashes I knew he was super-sensitive. I told him a story about my son running away when he was 6, and made him smile.
After three huge slices of fruitcake he drank the apple juice dry and started to tell me the reasons why he felt he had to run away. I felt a pang of pain for him, but also for his worried family.
He didn't know his full address, and had no knowledge of his grandma's phone number, with whom he was staying. He had no mum, but a young brother and an older sister.
It turned out that he had left his family whilst they were shopping.... his poor nan, I knew she'd be distraught. And so, at his suggestion ( because he had run away once before), we phoned the police. They had been searching for him since 11.45 that morning and had even dispatched helicopters around the area. They told us that as he has autism, and they clearly feared for his safety.
I asked him why he had walked past all the houses in the other villages as he'd walked through the countryside and yet not stopped to ask for help. He shrugged.
I asked him if he knew why he had turned into our lane, and then finally knocked at our door. No, he just liked the look of the door, so rang the bell!
The police came straight away and after my brief explanation of the reasons he had given me they escorted him away in their car, back to his family.
Of course I've changed his name! And, sadly, I've no way of knowing how it turned out. As he left I gave him a hug and he thanked me for being kind..., and in my mind I surrounded him in light asking the angels to go with him.
But, perhaps there was no need for me to do that...... I believe that's why he came to us in the first place. Because after all, his angels must have been guiding him along a very dangerous twisted and busy country road, protecting him and guiding him to a 'safe house'.
How intriguing. What a privilege.And that's why I'm busy, and continue doing this work.
Lots of love,
and may the angels always protect and guide you in difficult times, to a safe space!
Chrissie xxx
The most magical aspect of living life with a belief in angels is, for me, the never ending mystery of the eternal wonder..... the hows? the whys? the whoas!, ... and definitely the wows!
Last weekend, as I was sitting having one of my lengthy discussions about the direction of my work with my colleague/friend Richard, there was a ring at the doorbell. My husband came into the office indicating that I should come to the door. Excusing myself from the middle of my 'telephone meeting' I begrudgingly hung up and went to the door to see what was so important.
There stood a small boy, head stooped, withdrawn, and holding his coat in his hands. Brian looked at me and shrugged questioningly, "he says he has run away", he whispered.
I went down the door step to the boy's level and gently asked him his name, and how I could help him.
"Matthew, I've run away", he said. "They won't listen, and it's not fair".
"Where have you come from Matthew, where do you live?"
"Braintree" he answered. (That's about 7 miles away).
"And you walked all this way, through the country roads and lanes?... what time did you leave home?"
"About 11.30."
" I'll bet you're very thirsty aren't you? It's nearly 4 o'clock."
"OK", said I, "Come on in, and we'll try to sort this out and get you home again".
He was 12, though very slight for his age, and when I finally got a clear look at his beautiful face and those clear blue eyes and long eyelashes I knew he was super-sensitive. I told him a story about my son running away when he was 6, and made him smile.
After three huge slices of fruitcake he drank the apple juice dry and started to tell me the reasons why he felt he had to run away. I felt a pang of pain for him, but also for his worried family.
He didn't know his full address, and had no knowledge of his grandma's phone number, with whom he was staying. He had no mum, but a young brother and an older sister.
It turned out that he had left his family whilst they were shopping.... his poor nan, I knew she'd be distraught. And so, at his suggestion ( because he had run away once before), we phoned the police. They had been searching for him since 11.45 that morning and had even dispatched helicopters around the area. They told us that as he has autism, and they clearly feared for his safety.
I asked him why he had walked past all the houses in the other villages as he'd walked through the countryside and yet not stopped to ask for help. He shrugged.
I asked him if he knew why he had turned into our lane, and then finally knocked at our door. No, he just liked the look of the door, so rang the bell!
The police came straight away and after my brief explanation of the reasons he had given me they escorted him away in their car, back to his family.
Of course I've changed his name! And, sadly, I've no way of knowing how it turned out. As he left I gave him a hug and he thanked me for being kind..., and in my mind I surrounded him in light asking the angels to go with him.
But, perhaps there was no need for me to do that...... I believe that's why he came to us in the first place. Because after all, his angels must have been guiding him along a very dangerous twisted and busy country road, protecting him and guiding him to a 'safe house'.
How intriguing. What a privilege.And that's why I'm busy, and continue doing this work.
Lots of love,
and may the angels always protect and guide you in difficult times, to a safe space!
Chrissie xxx
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
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
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
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