Angel Pavillion archives poems and art and personal accounts about the divine world of angels.

Tag Archives: angel

We’re back! I spent the last two weeks in the company of my very own personal angels, namely my grandsons and new granddaughter. I felt like I was in heaven. Our empty nest was filled again; giggles, curious inquiries, typical terrible two-year old mischief, and the daily new cute things a five month old does to make you appreciate life made the last few weeks glorious.

I did not much time to blog but at night after a fun-filled day, I would retire with a book to catch up on my reading about angels. I came across this book at the bookstore where I took my grandkids for storytime activities. The book, The Crystal Children by Doreen Virtue provides some provocative insights about children. As a former educator and of course mother and grandmother I was fascinated by her definition of Crystal Children. I know that many times in my forty-two years of teaching I must have come across children that fit her descriptions. The book also filled me with hope for the future and for the survival of our beautiful planet.

Curiously, I had flashbacks of my own childhood. I am the only child of my parent’s marriage. They had been widowed and I had siblings sixteen to eighteen years older than me. So I grew up surrounded by older people. I played mostly with my cousins and with my nieces and nephews that were three to four years younger. The nephew I was closest with must have been a Crystal Child. He fits all the descriptors in the book. Unfortunately, he died tragically at the age of twenty-two so I will never know how far his intuitiveness would have taken him. As I think back, I could see him doing the things that “Crystal Children” do like comfort people in need and care so much about nature and animals. He had the deep sensitivity Ms. Virtue speaks about in Chapter four, “The Crystal Children are very much affected by the collective energy of the planet…Crystal Children are here as peace keepers and they tune in when someone is not at peace.” This describes my nephew. Although Ms. Virtue states that these Crystal Children are born after 1995, I believe that maybe there may have been a few around before that and perhaps they have evolved into a new generation.

The book may me reflect on many children that have crossed my paths as a classroom teacher and I hope that I was able to foment their creativeness and intuitiveness somehow. Crystal Children may be at times misunderstood or perceived as slow or may even have been diagnosed as autistic according to the book.

I like to keep an open mind about ideas like the one proposed in the book. I know that the many children that I had the privilege to teach were all unique and some gave me much food for thought and others taught me and helped me in many ways. Perhaps some of them were Crystal Children or simply unique individuals as I liked to call them but if there is a new generation of Crystal Children being born then we are in luck as a civilization. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA


I finally know how to call on my angel. It is amazing how it happens. The communication is non-verbal. I need to be still and in my mind begin my conversation. I become one with my angel. The conversation is very intimate. The stillness and oneness are amazing. The energy is intense. You just have to know what it is you want or need. For me it transforms the talk into a prayer. At the end of the conversation I feel lighter and energetic.

Here is a drawing from my imagination.

image


My Blue Angel in the Heavens

Blue Angel from the Heavens above

Fill the earth with lots of love

I pray that

everytime we look up at the stars

we remind ourselves

of our oneness.

In the light

so bright, and warm

gentle

like in a mother’s womb

we are one.

                                        –Gladys Acosta

“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Lift up your eyes on high And see who has created these stars, The One who leads forth their host by number, He calls them all by name; Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power, Not one of them is missing.”  Isaiah 20:46


A candle in the windI heard the angels sing

a new Revelation.

Trumpets blasted,

Eternal flame for Peace

Matthew 24:31

“And he will send his angels with a loud trumpet call, and they will gather his elect from the four winds, from one end of the heavens to the other.”


Dreams are often forgotten once you wake up. I try desperately to hang on to my dreams. I mentioned before that I dream in 3D and high-definition or Technicolor. I have made it a habit to keep a pad by my bed so I can sketch the parts I remember. I really do not recognize anyone in my dreams except on the rare occasions when I dream about my dad or mom who are now both deceased. Sometimes I dream about my children. Sometimes they appear as youngsters and most times as they are in the present. When I wake up I will remember most of the details and if something seems fuzzy I start to worry until I call them to hear their voices.

I have been trying to connect with my guardian angel these last few days. The other night I had a dream that just did not make sense to me at all. I was in a place I had never seen and I seemed at ease with all the people who appeared in my dream. I did not recognize anyone though. Everyone seemed to be related and they resembled each other except for the one whose image I ended up drawing. I felt at ease and loved. She told me one thing over and over again: “Breathe!”

I had noticed I was feeling out of breath lately. So I took deep breaths as often as I could. I immediately felt energized. I prayed. I asked this being to help a friend that was going through hard times. The next thing I know is that a call came in from my friend and she told me the problem she had was gone. I felt so accomplished. So was it my prayer, the angel’s suggestion or just a coincidence?  I will probably never know. What do you think? Is she an angel?

dark eyes


im

I woke up from a very peaceful dream or at least I thought it was a dream.  Continue reading



Literary.Land.of.Alysia

Write Your Own Story

The Seeds 4 Life

Seeds of Inspiration, Wisdom, and Positivity

J. Ricci Energy

From where you are now, to where you want to be

AMERICA ON COFFEE

Americans' daily coffee ritual.....

Ordinary Adventures

Everyday journeys of a one of a kind girl.

The Transient Photographer

The Journal Of An Always On The Move Photographer

Tales for Life

Some stories just have to be told: healing and wholeness in everyday life

Writers Without Money

Liberating The Written Word From Capitalism Since 2014

Poems and Petals

Because poetry. And petals.

Mabry Campbell Photo Blog

Photo-of-the-day ⎟Study Images + Portfolio Images

ellisnelson

children's author

Good Music Speaks

A music blog written by Rich Brown

Living The Seasons

Finding Beauty & Laughter Everywhere

The ancient eavesdropper

Nature's nuances in a nutshell

Meanwhile, Melody Muses...

Poetry to Heal the Heart

%d bloggers like this: