Angelic Happenings Diary
The hottest summer britain had seen in a good few years, in London people were fainting on the pavement, high above that I was teaching a class how to remove psychic cords from their aura, we were high and hot, psychic delusions/visions were running high.
All of a sudden I saw a very large, dark and armoured like angel behind one of the participants, the name “Metatron” resounds round my head as if a call was rebounding all around.
Metatron? That must be Archangel Metatron- not my bag- angels.
Find them to be a bit too light and fluffy for me so if I pick up on them then I know it’s about my clients connection. But something was different here. For some reason I felt this was for me. Metatron did seem to me to be the least “fluffy’ of all the angels after all.
After work I feel refreshed to be visiting my friend Simon on his boat.
He tells me has has just finished interviewing actor, author and sound healer Stewart Pearce and we sit down to watch it. Now Simon and I share a passion about truth and transparency, and at first I just didn’t get why he was interviewing Stewart as to be honest all I could see was a very polished facade, my judgement came in and stopped me listening- until – I heard something in the background.
November Sun and New Moon in Scorpio- just how eye opening, transformative and revealing can we get?!
On Tuesday 9th I was a student at a life coaching course, there we did a guided meditation which as you probably know or have guessed I am a sucker for
During this one the most random (but normal for me) vision of a Badger appeared singing “Roxanne you don’t have to put on the red light” which was rather amusing as well as assuring!
After which we were guided to a familiar place and I saw a guide who I have been aware of for about a month now- a Native American (I know I know!) called White Feather, (I know I know!) I was not then aware of why he had started working with me.
The badger was singing away to The Police and White Feather was drumming which made for a quite an amusing band.
Next we were guided to a box, mine was long and thin, and in true logical mind form I tried to make it a shape I thought a box should be e.g: shorter and flatter, and in true meditation gave up when it wouldn’t happen!
Next we were told that the box contained our life’s ideal work, and that it was time to open it.
As I did a beautiful black fountain pen the size of me revealed itself and I heard the words
“It’s achievable, you are already doing it, you are the pen, you will see, it’s already happening”
After the meditation we discussed our findings in small groups, with books of signs to refer to.
As we looked up “Badger” the tile was called “Keeper of Stories.’
The group retorted that it was very clear that I should be writing a book. I replied I had been told this many times but just don’t have the time, I then paused and said- “unless something shifts like it might do in April.’
One of the group said “ Did you get that from the book?” and showed me the next line (the only other line in bold) “Cycle of power for Badger late spring”
How blatant can a Badger be?
I then thought back over the past few months- about a badger that had taken up residence outside our house that I always saw with my husband , I had heard about it chasing my step daughter! I was convinced it was the power animal of either my husband or step-daughter and it had become a running joke in the family.
What a projection!
Ironically that session was about busting procrastination.
But I still did- I went home and ordered ‘The Writers Handbook 2011” Something I had put off for two years! But now I am happy that I can prepare to read it for two months and still have a whole year ahead
Then I thought about White Feather and thought “Aha! Quill!”
That night I was telling someone about a new site (http://www.initiationworkshops.co.uk) and they just randomly interrupted “have you ever thought of writing a book?” When I asked them why, they said “I don’t know, it just popped into my head”
The next morning I got up to find post addressed to our last house on the doorstep- even though the redirection of post has ended!
The post was a business newsletter with a heading in mass type saying
“WRITING BOOK HELPS BUSINESS TRIPLE SIGN-UPS”
Yes, that was my third sign..
A powerful day of a lunar eclipse (deep subconsious stirring) occurring on the winter solstice, only happening once every 398 years, marking the end of the long dark tunnel and the return of the light. Once again I am teaching psychic development, but this time it’s cold, icy and bright and I am surrounded by the incredible ancient magic thats strongly present in the lush fairyglen of the Lamorna valley.
about the shape, she tells me (unsurprisingly) it’s the shape of ‘Archeaon Metatron”.
Later we open up our blindly painted art exercise done using random splodges and squashing – an angel figure is clearly identified in the middle, of him Carole recognizes him as yes no other than Mr Metatron.
Now I am starting to sit up and take notice of this angel stuff and take it seriously- especially as a week or so before a colleague of mine said
“I am not sure about all this fluffiness around angels and some of these angel practitioners, angels are an aspect of god, the real thing is so powerful it can knock us of our feet, there is nothing fluffy about that.”
It got me thinking, just as Mr Metatron got me thinking. Not too much, but I was starting to wonder if a connection was beginning for me. I come round from that memory to hear Carole channeling that it was my time to connect and that this level of invite was rare.
I leave the door open for the angels.
Stewart on the sofa with Simon (oo er) has gone live (but no 18 rating here).
Simon sent me the broadcast but as ever life just had other priorities, I awoke last Thursday to see a little poke from Simon amounting to “oi! Have you made time to watch this mrs?”
My head is filled with the amount of work I feel I need to get done before I leave the cornish lands for London in a handful of hours and think to myself “I will put it on in the background whilst I work away – that’s better than nothing.”
As I work away I hear this strange ethereal noise getting stronger and stronger, it sounds like a “spiritual clan” (whatever that is ) gathering outside my window. I turn Stewart down to listen to what is going on “outside” as I do I can no longer hear the noise and as I turn it up I can hear it , perplexed for a brief moment before I remember “the angels!”
Now I stop and I make time to listen and I am so glad I did. I feel high, like I have received an angel healing. I get so high I plaster it over as many places as I can think over the net and I get replies from very astounded and touched people. It seems the angels reminded us to come out of judgement and listen to the deep truth that Stewart does for sure posses. Visit www.simononthesofa.co.uk and click Stewart Pearce to experience the ultimate.
Now it’s just a few minutes before I leave my hermit hole and start my transition to the limelight and I feel very high and ungrounded, it doesn’t change as I hoist my very grounded packed wheely suitcase up the courtyard steps and up out onto the Mousehole streets.
The sea looks grey and menacing, the sky is bleak but refreshing as it brushes my face, “just like angels lifting me higher!” I think. Oh god! Where’s that ground! I am all light and fluffy!
I greet the driver (as you do in Cornwall) and sit with my packed case for company (as you do in low season in Cornwall).
Suddenly my head is invaded by ‘The Writers Handbook 2011” it’s now 2011 and it hasn’t had a look in. I see it sat in the drawer at home and hear it saying “come and get me”.
I ask the driver how long I have, she tells me three minutes, I dart off the bus leaving my suitcase and apple mac behind! I run home and send the book a mental message that I coming- yes mental!) Not only could the driver have driven off with all my belongings including my apple baby, but I would have even missed the train I make sure I never miss for fear of being out of £100 if I did.
Well I made it! Within three minutes I was back on the bus, with my apple baby, belongings and writers handbook, and off we went.
I arrive in London and it’s the same old story- my feet don’t touch the ground. Three days go past and every day I think about the handbook now lying in my bag or case instead of the drawer, still not getting a look in.
I look at the amount of emails flooding my blackberry calling for my earliest attention and as I get back on the train I think once more about my poor neglected handbook that seemed to have a wasted journey, and I think “what the hell was that about- surely I wasn’t meant to just bring more heaviness with me?! Or was it part of the extra weight for grounding?! Oh well!”
I turn once more to the emails and start working back over the last few days when I see an email entitled “invite to book launch” from Sabi Hilmi. Sabi and I have have orbited around each others orbit for a few years now, only coming into contact once for 30 minutes. She is so full of love that during those 30 minutes I found my own human vibration could not cope with it and I had to ask her to step back! It seems now I had invited the angels in Sabi was back and I was more than ready to welcome her in now and sure enough she was incredibly welcoming back. Sabi’s words herself to my reply were that the angels had literally stood back whilst I went through my growth and now it was time for them to come closer.
So I opened the invite to hear that her book ‘Secrets of Angels” is getting published by Penguin! And that I am one of the chosen ones invited to come and celebrate along with Penguin! OMG!
I take one last look at my blackberry and take great pleasure in shutting it down.
My heart sings as I show “The Writers Handbook “ the long awaited light of day (well maybe not quite- artificial light of first great western maybe more like it but all feel’s very light all of a sudden!) I don’t even open it at the beginning, but for some reason randomly and my eyes land on:
“Synopsis” to submit a book to a publisher you write a synopsis- here is how:
It went on to list how to write a synopsis and by the time I arrived back in Cornwall I had a finished synopsis. The book and I were happy. The mission was completed
I tell this story to my friend Ali- Ali and I have had parallel lives since we were born in the same hospital in Portsmouth, although at a distance- we have ended up following each other round the country, ending up in tiny Mousehole and yes- she is now embarking on her own writing path.
She tells me Metatron is about prioritising…
I think about white feather- and realise not only is it a quill, but an angel.
I wonder if penguins have fur or feathers and ask google, google replies that not only do penguins have feathers, they are the most feathered bird there is- with one hundred feathers in every square inch of their being.
For Sabi’s incredibly loving message and book ‘Secret’s oF Angel Healing” or even if you want
to attend Sabi’s Angelic Book Launch, you can be met at the pearly gates- as long as you have a golden ticket!- Get yours here:www.purleyangels.com
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