When I first wrote my memoir I knew that it would be part one of a trilogy of books that would embrace what living life as a fourth generation psychic medium has been, and is, all about. There was just so much one can put into one book, without winding up with thousands of pages! Living any life is filled with the mysteries and joys of the unexpected, but living my type of life, intensifies those experiences for me from the perspective of my spirit.
My goal has always been to reach and teach so that others can embrace their own experiences. My memoir, Medium Rare, strives to do that and my hope is that I have reached enough people to help make a spiritual (and even paranormal) difference in their lives. Some of the true stories you will read about are very personal to me, like the one below. In book two, I intend to share a great deal more. I hope you enjoy it!
Angels in the Office
An Excerpt from my Memoir, Medium Rare
Angels surround us. They fill a lot of space that we think is “empty.” You don’t have to believe in angels to be surrounded by them, but if you do believe, then it’s important to remember to request help, rather than to simply expect help, from the angels. Here is a personal story to illustrate this Divine connection!
In 1996, after years of reading at my home, other peoples’ homes, and psychic fairs that took me to various hotels, I decided to rent an office of my own. I’m not a living-out-of-the-suitcase kind of person, and that is how it begins to feel after sitting in the energy of so many different venues! Each time, I would have to get used to the new space, find a comfy seating arrangement, and spiritually prepare myself, and the room I’d be working in, for the readings to come. This was a good move, and what better person to look for the rental space than my own mother?
“Feels OK,” I heard Mom say, as the landlord escorted us up the stairs to the offices.
He opened the door to an outer office and into a reception area. Inside were three other offices; one already occupied by an attorney who only used the place a couple of days a week. I would have the third floor to myself most of the time, a free waiting room, and a private entrance for my clients.
“Is this place secure?” Mom was still asking questions.
“We have an alarm system that calls to the police, and I will give you the little key to activate it,” he said. “You can’t get in or out of this building without the alarm key.”
That Saturday evening, we stopped by the new space with a coffeemaker and three gold painted angel figurines that belonged to my mother’s late sister. I set up the coffee maker and positioned the three angels across the desk.
“I’ll be sitting in the waiting room if you need me,” Mom said.
A short while later, I turned out the light and slid the doorknob to the lock position. I locked the door, and, before I even realized it, I could “see” the keys still on the desk inside the room! . It was one of those realizations that make you cringe.
“Please tell me you didn’t just leave the keys inside!” Mom rolled her eyes. “Use the spare.”
“We have no spare and we’re locked in from the outside, and locked out from the inside office.”
“Try your cell phone.” I could sense the tenseness in her voice as it cracked the words.
“We’re in a dead zone and I can’t get a signal.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?” she was now panicking.
“Who would I call, anyway?” I continued. “ I have no number for the landlord and it’s Saturday and no one is working at this hour.”
“What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to start praying, Mom. We both talk about the power of prayer and how we call on the angels for help. Well, now is as good a time as any to have that faith.”
“Angels, please help us.”
“Please open the door for us.” Mom said sweetly as I turned to her and together we said a prayer and waited.
Some moments later I felt moved to go to the door. I wrapped my hand around the knob and gave it a turn. Nothing. I moved back from the door and shrugged. A few minutes passed, and we both heard a click. Turning, we watched as the door softly swung open! The tears in my eyes began to spill down to my cheeks.
“Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Mom got up an offered a hug and a smile.
It was at that single moment that we mutually came upon the profound awareness that we are not alone; that our angels, too, are watching over us.
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