In 1978, I was having a very difficult time with my music, plays, poetry,
dancing, singing... and was again, unemployed. I was very angry
at how grown people, especially Negroes, were ruining their lives on drugs,
alcohol and general lascivious ways, especially highly talented individuals
in music, dance, and drama. We attended a performing arts school together
and auditions for TV shows and live performances, and sometimes, movies.
None of us were ever chosen. Hollywood was banning substance abusers
and I thought I was perceived as one of them which is why I was never hired,
so I was angry.
One day, I blew my lid! I stormed out of an audition and headed
home where my tantrum escalated into throwing things, screaming and crying.
I ran down the street with my right arm in the air cyring and screaming
aloud. My ghost was standing in front of me and no matter how fast
I ran, he was always facing me as I ran with my arm in the air. I was
still a bit driven by my illness. The doctors had not yet discovered
the source of my discomfort.
A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in my sister's house preparing
to go to the doctor (I had 5 psychologists by this time, and met them every
2 weeks, 10 times a month was my schedule). I had my instructions in
my hand and was wondering about a dream, and also how to tell my doctor's
that the drugs weren't working. I have always been intolerant of chemicals
and synthetics.
My ghost came into the house with 4 other entities and began to talk to
me about my life and where I was going. I was recovering from a nervous breakdown
brought on by developing ESP, of which I had little knowledge and had always
considered superstitious or fraudulent. I did not know that precognition
was ESP.
We discussed my ESP and why I was psychic. It really had no spiritual
value, did not contribute to peace of mind, and was not necessary for my
well being. I told them that I had asked GOD to take it away from me
as I found it distracting and empty. They told me to pray.
Well, I did not find the visitors likeable since I lacked understanding.
I went to church and told a priest about my predicament, visiting entities.
He advised me to read up on angels and find out who these people were.
I did. When I ran across a description of Michael, I called him and he came.
He gave me a gift of light and instructed me on how to use it. After
that, I met with at least one of them, twice a day. I had 2 one hour
sessions with them, and Michael was always my guide. Their instructions
were based on what he had told me and I grew to love being with them, knowing,
I would always be preserved in my soul self for knowing them and letting
them lead me in my life and my choices.
Archangel Gabriel ~~ Archangel Gabriel 2 ~~ Archangel Gabriel 3 ~~ Archangel Michael ~~ Archangel Michael 2 ~~ Archangel Michael 3 ~~ Archangel Michael 4 ~~ Archangel Raphael ~~ Lessons from Jesus ~~ Lessons from Jesus 2 ~~ Lessons from Jesus 3 ~~ Lessons from Jesus 4 ~~ Lessons from Mary 2 ~~ Lessons from Mary3 ~~ Lessons with Mothermary ~~ Lessons with Mothermary2 ~~ Lessons with Mothermary3 ~~ Lessons with Mothermary4 ~~ Stories Angels Tell~~ Return to Index