Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Don't Look Back: An Angel Message.

When something happens to catch our eye and we find ourselves taking a closer look, it's more than likely our angels are speaking to us. 

Whenever I travel to a new city, I invite the Guardian of the city to be with me.  I also welcome the guardian angels of each person living in the city. It's amazing to watch what unfolds.   I find myself turning up at just the right time and meeting the right people.

While visiting Lake Wales, Florida, Elliot and I were wandering through the historic section when we happened upon a forgotten art alley tucked away on a side street.  To our amusement, the weathered art seemed to bring a message about moving forward.    

Don't look back. 

A Course in Miracles teaches, "The past is over and all that is left is a blessing." 
Alley Artwork at Lake Wales, Florida

The rear view of an elephant family was an angel reminder to never forget who I am.   These magnificent animals represent ancient power, strength, and royalty.  Our divine spiritual heritage as a child of God is spiritual; we are not physical but eternal. An elephant never forgets.  So as we move forward to greet the future, keep our eyes on the Divine.  And remember that all things are possible with God.

The next painting of a cowboy striking out across the wilderness alone on horseback was a picture of determination.  A thick cloud bank shrouds the future, but he's pushing forward through unknown, rough terrain but he is not alone. 

Our world is on the move today, populations are shifting and changing, morphing into something different.  Out of necessity, many are leaving behind the familiar to start a new life in unfamiliar territory.  As we start out on these new adventures, it helps to remember that whatever we do, wherever we may go, the angels are with us, watching and guiding in all of our ways.

As we come to the end of the first month of the new year, it is good to remember not to look back. Choose to move forward, with an expectancy of goodness and grace in each moment.

"The past is over. 
It can touch me not." 
(A Course in Miracles Lesson 289)

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen



Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Surprises on the Path: An Angel Message

Wild shamrocks were in bloom along the garden path this week.  Frost, wind, heavy rain, nothing stopped them from sharing their gift of beauty.  Through it all, these hearty flowers persevered and blossomed. According to the Language of Flowers, a shamrock symbolizes lightheartedness.  Saint Patrick compared the triple leaves to the Holy Trinity:  Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

 I love these gentle loving messages from nature's angels.


Enjoy your day and watch for the angels to show you little surprises along the way.  Expect to see and you will.



Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen


Monday, January 29, 2018

Synchronicity and the 4th Dimension




The fourth dimension is about transcending the limiting perceptions of the five senses that determine our so-called reality.  Making the transition from 3-D to 4-D, can be compared to trying to photograph a busy downtown intersection. A 3-D camera can only capture one or two cars as they drive by.  But an upgrade to a video camera will cover a whole range of action at once.   Lots of data pouring in to be assimilated. 

In the 4th dimension,  thoughts materialize quickly.  So it's important to be vigilant for what you want.  The key is to think on the bright side.  Thoughts are things.  There are no idle thoughts.  No private thoughts.  Maybe you've noticed lately that what you focus on in your thoughts suddenly comes to life in often an amusing way.     

In the past there were some funny experiences.  One week I blogged about our two stray cats bringing  pizza crust in gratitude for feeding them.  I jokingly called it manna when I found it under the patio table while sweeping. Then soon after,  I happened to meet a friendly woman at a local restaurant who passed by our table.  Turns out, her last name is Manna. 

Another experience encountered, I had blogged about animal "angel" friends. Later that day, an unusual encounter with a barking basset hound cut short our visit at the lake. Turns out the dog's name was Violet. She kept on barking as we sat on the dock. At the time, I was writing a children's story with the name Violet in the title. Emily a young woman who knew where Violet lived was another name in my fiction tale. The teen turned up sunbathing on the roof of our friend's dock at the lake that day.  Neither Violet nor Emily had shown up before on the private dock, although they lived in the neighborhood.  Perhaps, Violet was barking: Go home and finish the story!  

As these encounters unfold, it seems that we're living in a parallel universe.  We have moments of great clarity, but then we become lax and lapse back into the limiting 3-D malaise.   No doubt these are precious times to live from our true spiritual essence to make our world a better place.  But it takes concentration and effort to think for ourselves, and the limitless possibility and not be swayed by mass media's hypnotic suggestions.  That is the loving work of the angels when we are committed to serve.


Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and blessings,


Rae Karen

(fractal artwork: web)

Friday, January 26, 2018

Groceries and The Sheriff of Nottingham: An Angel Message

Postcard from Germany that arrived yesterday.

I'm beginning to see more as I listen to angel guidance (pure thoughts of inspiration). Yesterday, somewhat dreading a trip to the grocery store, an angel thought shifted my perspective. You are going there to help, to share love, not just buy food. I was going there to give, not just take.  With that uplifting idea, Elliot and I entered the store, welcoming the angels of Publix.

Hungry for cornbread, I made my way to the deli where soups and breads are found.  An elderly woman on a scooter was in front of me.  I noticed her right away.  An angel thought whispered that she needed help. She asked the clerk for directions and scooted away.  An overwhelming urge made me want to take off and follow her, but I held back. I can be overbearing at times, I told myself.  We proceeded with shopping and soon had marked the items off our list.  

Wheeling the cart to the check-out, a thought came out of the blue. I was suddenly hungry for an item in the frozen foods.    

Making a bee-line for that aisle, what a surprise to find my scooter friend parked, looking through the glass refrigeration unit at the frozen pizzas.  

"Can you help me?  I want a super deluxe," she smiled. 

 I could have kicked myself for not listening when I first got the signal.  "Thank you." She smiled as I handed her the box. "You know, I had my birthday a few days ago." Sparkling eyes asked,  "How old do you think I am?"  

Not good with ages, I let Elliot answer.

He leaned forward.  "84".  

She beamed, "I'm 91!" 

"91!"  We both agreed she was beautiful.

I noticed her large silver elephant pendant on a long chain.  "It's not because I'm a Republican," she laughed.  "It's to cover up the spots on my top." 

 I could tell she was hungry for conversation as she talked about her travel days. A special memory of the time she met the Sheriff of Nottingham.  Time seemed to stand still as she relived that scene among the frozen foods.  It happened long ago when she took 100 students to England for a month. The Sheriff of Nottingham was tall, single, and very handsome.  He had invited her on a private tour.  She called her husband back in the states.  "I just want you to know that I've been invited on a private tour with the Sheriff of Nottingham. He's tall, single, and handsome.  It will just be the two of us.  Can I go?"  

"By all means, he said,  "if my wife is interested in another man, I want to be the first to know!"  She laughed, saying what a gift her husband had been.   He had passed on 25 years ago.

 She was so full of life, wanting to write editorials again.  Blocking the freezer lane, it was time to move on.   Before parting, we learned she lives in our neighborhood. 

We introduced ourselves.  "I'm Hazel, like the nut!"  She laughed, so we wouldn't forget her. "Please come see me."

So an ordinary visit to the store, turned out to be a memorable adventure.  The Sheriff of Nottingham carried me back to the legend of Robin Hood.  It was his job to capture outlaws such as Robin Hood, and to protect the trade routes through Sherwood Forest. I was so thankful for the angel demonstration. A reminder not to hesitate when guidance comes. Wherever you go, the scene is already set, just waiting for you to step out on stage. Don't let your ego rob you of the bread of life, the adventure gained when you answer the call to love.  

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen



     

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Help in Handling Old Fears: An Angel Message

Yesterday while washing the breakfast dishes, I happened to see an unusual, yet welcomed sight.  A little beige lizard had quietly made an appearance.  He scuttled across the counter top, behind the faucet, and paused on the stainless steel ledge, waiting. 

The miracle -- I wasn't afraid!

"Oh, are you ready to go out?" I calmly asked him.  I had been offering a  safe passage ever since he arrived in a potted plant escaping an upcoming freeze.  From time to time, he would appear in the den, but ran away when I tried to help him.

It may seem rather strange, but I got a sense he was giving me a chance.  He had come to me.  He was ready to go, tired of playing the waiting game.  I folded a paper towel and placed it near his tiny feet, but he wasn't willing.  He even patiently waited while I got my garden gloves from the laundry room. 

With everything I had, I wanted to reach down and gently pick him up.  But I couldn't...  I just couldn't...

Not wanting this little rascal to disappear inside a cabinet, I called to Elliot.  Within a few seconds, the lizard scurried inside a bag and was outside ready to bask in the sunshine on a warm rock. We thanked him for being a messenger. The lizard represents dreaming. The shadow side of so-called reality where  dreams are reviewed before you decide to manifest them in the physical realm.  Our fears, hopes, or whatever we are resisting, is that "shadow" that follows us wherever we go. 

I thought about the message of the lizard.  A sign to let go of old fears.  I've come a long way, but there is always room for more growth.  Progress is the key.  At least I no longer scream and run. A little more patience is needed with myself as I, too, let go of old fears.  The angels are here with strong counsel, Fear not.

Lizard Basking on Angel Wing Last Summer


Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

The Grace Awakening Prayer: An Angel Message



Many years ago during a time of major transformation, a healing prayer came to me.  I had left behind all that I knew:  my home, family, friends, career, and moved to another state to work on an angel documentary.  A new chapter in life.  It was one of those opportunities that you know is meant for you.   There were many challenges-- learning a new profession, how to get around a new city, sharing living space, and most of all redefining who I thought I was. 

A new friend I met on the spiritual path gave me a healing tool.  Audio tapes on Grace Awakening. Mary said that listening to them would bring up anything unlike Christ consciousness.  Hidden patterns of guilt, anger, fear would be revealed to be healed. She had listened to the tapes and prayed the Grace Prayer daily.  It had helped her so much that she passed them on to me.  I'll admit the first time I tuned in, it didn't seem a fit, so I set them aside.

When another issue arose, Mary asked me if I was praying The Grace Prayer.

I admitted that I wasn't. 

Not ready for more purification, I dismissed it. The following day I had wanted to mow the tall grass from all the heavy rains. A new client was coming for healing work. I wanted the yard to look its best.  Earlier that week, the mower wouldn't start. But now, my ego was determined.  I did a Reiki symbol over the lawn mower.  Then started it up.

The engine sputtered, but I got a large section done before it conked out. Like a tease, it would start  up, but when the throttle opened all the way, it quit. With more gas, I made progress, but it died again with only half of the lawn done.

Frustration kicked in.  "Did I miss the timetable here?" I asked God.  "Was I supposed to move out when my room mates did? The sun room roof leaks. The dishwasher is broken. And, now I can't even mow this big yard. Is it asking too much to get one thing done?  I'm trying to do Thy will."

I was so frustrated and determined. My intent was 100 percent to mow the yard.

An inner knowing said, “Let it go. What does it matter?”

"Okay. I turn it over to you," I said, retreating to the house.

The Grace Awakening audio tapes were on the dining room table. I was guided to listen.  I went outside, stretched out on the grass and looked up at the tall pines as I heard  Diadra Price, the author of Grace Awakening, talk about her experience with The Grace Prayer. She had prayed it everyday for a year and had cried each day. The prayer was more powerful than therapy, she said. Many people also shared that after a few months of praying it, their lives changed dramatically for the better.

After listening to several tapes, I read the Grace Prayer aloud. Feeling lighter, I thought, "Now, maybe I can mow the yard."

When I started the mower, it sputtered in low gear, then with a great push of energy, expended by my frustration, I opened her up all the way. With God's grace, the yard was mowed. And, I had learned a prayer for healing.

 I began each day with this prayer. It wasn't long before I began to feel the healing effects.  Weeping at times without knowing why, old buried wounds were being healed. Afterwards I thought it should come with a warning. Don’t pray it unless you are ready to release your old stuff.  The prayer is also effective without the tapes. It may be time for me to start praying it again.

The Grace Prayer

For Thee I Thirst.
Into Thy hands I commit my Spirit,
(My Soul, my body, my life, etc.)

Thy Will is my Will
Thy Will be done through me now!
Heal me at depth.

Reveal that which needs to be revealed.
Heal that which needs to be healed.

That I may glorify You, God,
And live in the Consciousness of Grace.

It is finished!
--Wings of Spirit



Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,



Rae Karen


Tuesday, January 23, 2018

The Crane Stance: An Angel Message


I brake for yard sales as most of you know.  A few weekends ago, while out on a country drive, an estate sale caught my eye.  Elliot patiently waited in the car while I ran inside to fish.  The owner had made her transition and her niece told me the house had sold in two days, everything had to go.  I didn't see anything of personal interest.  Until I walked into an empty room and saw this large painting of a crane standing on one leg. I loved it.  A $15 bargain, it now has a new pond over the bookcase in my little writing den.

Last week before all the Congressional turmoil, I woke up in the middle of the night.  Get up! I heard.
At 2:30 a.m.!? There did appear to be a disturbance in the ethers.

The urge was so strong that I popped out of bed.  

As I came into the den, I could feel my mother's loving presence.  I sat down on the love seat and looked at the family photos on the table beside me.  After meditation, a peacefulness settled over the room.  When I looked up, to my surprise, the crane painting was askew on the wall. A heavy piece, I wondered what could have rocked it? And why didn't I notice it when I first came into the den?

The message reminded me of a blue heron that had crossed my path many years ago.  He, too, stood on one leg, overlooking the lake from atop a covered bridge.  At that time, I took it as a sign to move while you still have a leg to stand on.  Before long, we did migrate to a different city.

Yesterday, again, more crane energy happened our way when this pair of sandhill cranes were hanging out by the lake.  Taking a pic, I could see one standing on one leg!  

A refresher on the symbolism of a crane revealed it represents concentration and initiation.  Seek for answers with your heart not with your head as you face a task to be solved.  Concentrate on "Who am I?"  Let go of everything you think you know in your head and follow the crane into your inner self that which is eternal, outside of time.  This is where the answer lies.  Crane is a bird that brings people into the hereafter, and as the stork, it brings them into life again.  It also represents creativity and longevity.  Another message I got from the crane, be patient, stay focused, a fish will appear soon.
Enjoy your day with the angels.  Watch for the helpful messages that wing their way to you from nature.  Collectively, humanity is going through a powerful birthing process, with the help of the heavenly realm.  A wonderful reminder that we are loving eternal beings far beyond time and space.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen




Sunday, January 21, 2018

The Robins' Song: An Angel Message


Early this morning the tall trees out back were atwitter with a cheerful song from a large flock of red breasted robins.  Tree limbs bounced as berries were hungrily plucked from a plentiful bounty.  Some birds came fluttering down, splashing into the birdbath. What fun to watch their wings flap in the cool waters causing quite a stir.  The sight of so many robins at once made me think that the angels were sending a message.  Here's what I learned about the symbolism of a robin:

The robin is a songbird, the females join in the singing.  The significance of its red breast shows that it has its heart in the right place and a voice to express itself.  This is exactly what the robin means to tell you when it makes an appearance clear to you.  Perhaps you should finally express what moves your heart.  Perhaps it is time to show your true colors.  The robin's message is to express yourself -- it can be a smile, sadness, joy but to express simple sentiments that arise in your innermost heart.  Feel free to be you. 

Interesting timing as so many women are flocking together this weekend in America due to the government shutdown.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen


Photo by Andy Reago and Chrissy McClarren, 
Wikimedia commons

Robin reference Animal Messengers by Regula Meyer


Friday, January 19, 2018

You Are Here: An Angel Message

Fun Postcard from Gillespie Museum Gift Shop

It's fun to listen to where the angels may lead each day.  I've always been a rock hound of sorts.  One afternoon this week, Elliot and I took a spontaneous tour of a rock show.  Nearby Stetson University has a wonderful Earth Science Museum on campus. 
Their collection consists of more than 15,000 minerals, rocks, and fossils.  A favorite of mine, an Amethyst Vug called the "Purple Giant", stands 6'7", weighs 700 lbs. and contains about 500,000 carats of quartz amethyst!  I like to stand in front of that Giant Beauty and soak up the purple quartz healing energy.  A reminder that I can't judge by appearances, what may appear rough and unremarkable on the outside, shimmers with rare inner beauty.  Sometimes great pressure is necessary before we can see the best in ourselves and others.


This colorful volcanic rock looks like one of my rainbow sponge cakes, a reminder to stay out of the kitchen.  
A quartz skull from Mexico...a reminder not to be so hard-headed.

And last, but not least, a reminder to love and respect our home, Earth, a rocky planet.  That's where I found the "You Are Here" postcard-- at home here on the blue marble nestled in the vast universe of infinity.  

As a souvenir, I picked up a chuck of dolomite in the museum gift shop. I loved the purplish pink color with the darker purple lines etched throughout the smooth stone.   I was in for a surprise when I looked up the properties at home.  It was more of a fit than I realized.  "Dolomite encourages charitable actions and relieves sorrow in such a way as to assist one to recognize there are actually no reasons to be sorrowful [i.e., "everything happens for a reason"].
With the loving help of the angels, and the Holy Spirit, I'm still working on that one...  But it does look nice on the mantle by a beautiful angel my neighbor's sister sculpted of her daughter. A reminder that her angelic inner beauty is within each of us, ready to shine out in the world.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen







Ref. Love is in the Earth. A Kaleidoscope of Crystals by Melody

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Charge Your Day with Happiness: An Angel Message



It's a wonderful practice to smile when you first wake up in the morning. Smile to life.  A brand new day brings an opportunity to choose again.  

Before my feet  touch the floor, I can set an intention of the kind of day I want to experience. This unique day comes only once.  So why not charge the day with happiness!  Then watch, with expectancy, as the Angels join in celebration of your life.  Whatever comes your way, let it slide, and be joyful.  Everything is either love or a call for love. 

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen  

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Iris Reflection: An Angel Message


As most of you know, I love irises.  At one time, iris was the common word for a rainbow.  This special flower often signals a new birth is at hand.  As a messenger, it brings a sense of peace and hope being restored.   Recently, the Angels delivered a double treat.   What a surprise to discover a colorful iris imprint on our plain dining room drapes. The circular stained glass iris in the window had been a birthday gift from my mother over 30 years ago.  I got the picture. Watch what you're reflecting out into the world, as it will come right back making an impression on you.  So think on the bright side.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen  

Friday, January 12, 2018

Childhood Marbles: An Angel Message

In childhood, I collected marbles.  Boulders, purees, cat's  eyes, aggies.  Every time my two brothers and I went to the dentist, Mom gave us a treat.  A visit to the 5 & 10 dime store.

My favorite toy was a bag of colorful marbles.  Although fun to play a game of marbles, making a circle on the floor, knuckling down to shoot, it was no fun to lose your marbles. So I'd play school, lining them in a single file to enter my classroom under our dining room table. Obedient, they stayed in their rows and were quiet students.  Deep down, I've always wanted to be a teacher.  Now, I have no idea what I taught those marbles, but like A Course in Miracles says, we always teach what we need to learn.

Recently, when the PBS holiday catalog came in the mail, I felt like a child turning the pages of the old Sears and Roebuck Toy Catalog.  Many items made my starry eyes shine.   A planetarium projector.  A set of solar system plates with matching bowls.  But the photo of the hand-blown glass marble solitaire game made my eyes well up in a way that surprised me. The beautiful marbles were like little planets.   Funny how a simple forgotten childhood joy can trigger fond memories. I'd found my marbles!  They're on the coffee reminding me to enjoy each day like a trusting child.

Have a great day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen


Thursday, January 11, 2018

Remedy for a Mood Lift: An Angel Message




A friend recently recommended watching the movie about Florence Foster Jenkins.  An ear splitting story of an awful opera singer who managed to sell out a concert at Carnegie Hall.

Perhaps the angels of laughter were around as I imagined my life an ongoing opera. Each family member or friend stood on the stage, belting out their dialogue with great feeling and gusto.

At one point, I got a playful glimpse of me singing an aria in the middle of a heated debate.  That brought down the house. 

In Practical Wisdom from Kabbalah and Edgar Cayce, Elliot Chiprut included a quote on using our voice to lift our moods.

"Then sing a lot about the work -- in everything the body does.  Hum, sing -- to self; not to be heard by others but to be heard by self."    (Edgar Cayce Reading 3386-1)
 
Edgar Cayce also advised a client:

"If there arises in the experience, then, a decision to be made, whether upon the material things, a change in residence, a change of environments of any nature or type, do so under the influence of such music." (Edgar Cayce Reading 1042-2).  The music he referred to related to soft, natural sounds.  Finer types of music develop our higher selves. 

Enjoy your day with the Angels and trust your own song.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen





 (Paris - Opera House 1977, Wikimedia Commons photo)

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Peck, Peck, Pecking Away - An Angel Message

                               
  
When going through major trials I find it helpful to focus on an image of hope.  I imagine myself as a baby chick inside an egg.  Each adversity that comes is a chance for me to peck harder on that dark, exterior shell. (Pecking away through prayer, meditation, contemplation, etc.)  One peck at a time, I'm closer to great freedom.

Shattering the dark illusion, I will wiggle out of brokenness into the Light.  With new-found wings spread open wide, what joy to soar fetter-less toward heavenly vistas.

Like a song bird in the night,
 it sings, knowing the dawn is 
coming.   
--Anonymous

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen


Artwork:  Mary Magdalene by Richard Stodart


Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Angels Have Wings to Carry Our Prayers


A friend invited me on a trip to a garden center in a nearby town.  Not only filled with exotic plants and flowers, the garden accessories were a treat.  This angel  wing statue was heaven sent: "Angels have wings to carry our prayers."  

Prayers are a powerful way to connect with God. Whenever I feel worry coming on, I try to remember to stop and pray. I think of all the ways God has come through in previous challenges. This review leaves me feeling stronger and not so alone. "He has given his angels charge over me."  

I fondly recall an angel assignment years ago.  While our Honda was going through the car wash, Elliot and I ran next door to McDonald's. On the way, I found a penny in the parking lot.  A sign the angels are near.  Everything is in divine order.  

That morning on our way out, I grabbed my box of angel scrolls. Grace, Peace, Love, Joy, Abundance, Healing, etc.  Each one rolled with a prayer for the right person, at the right time, at the right place.   

Inside the Golden Arches, I grabbed a table while Elliot got in line.  A woman came in alone and sat down at the table beside me.   

The angels nudged me to offer her an angel scroll from the box I carry in my purse.  Each tiny scroll is rolled up and tied in a curly ribbon. 

When she stared at the little scrolls tied in assorted colors, she hesitated. 

I wondered if my guidance had been off.  But I went on to explain it was her angel message for the day. That brought a smile, and as she picked one, she told me that she loved the Lord. 

Then she began to softly weep. Her husband of 55 years had passed away last year.  They had been together since their teens. At first, she had no idea what to do without him, she was so lonely.  Prayer and Bible study had helped her heal. 

Then, she smiled, "God's Hand had recently guided her to a new home."  Her face softened, "Looking back, I could see how God had unfolded all of the events leading up to my husband's peaceful transition."  He had the last available room at a beautiful nearby hospice.  (The same heavenly place my own Mom made her transition.) 

My new friend opened up her little scroll. "The Angel of Clarity," she smiled.  "This is about my recent move and getting settled in." 

"You know, I almost called my girl friend to meet me here for breakfast. I'm so lonesome, but God had that covered. He sent you."  

So while her little dog, Rejoice, was getting groomed nearby, and our car was being washed, the angels were taking care of heavenly business at The Golden Arches.  I love it.

Enjoy your day with the Angels and follow their loving guidance.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen








Monday, January 8, 2018

Is that You? Language of Synchronicity: An Angel Message


Postcard from Convention
I'm continually amazed by the many ways angels weave our circumstances together to create delight.  As most of you know I joined an international  post-crossing project, with a half million others, last November.  An old-fashioned postcard exchange sent to random strangers around the world.  (Postcrossing.com) At first, I opted to only send and receive foreign cards, but in December, I changed my profile to include  U.S.

Soon the computer randomly generated an assignment for me to send a postcard to someone in my state.  A bit of a disappointment as she was not far, just up on the Florida panhandle. But the angels were cooking up something. My new Floridian correspondent received my wintry postcard and excitedly wrote back that she was soon coming to my town for a post card convention! If not for her, I would have missed the show as it wasn't well advertised.

So last Friday most of the day was spent sifting through long cardboard boxes of postcards sorted by categories. Postcard heaven had come to our back door! The warm warehouse at the county fair grounds was packed with vendors who unpacked boxes and boxes of vintage as well as contemporary cards. 

Another "angel" thing happened that day; my new friend had given me a description, in case we should bump into each other.  That afternoon, while rifling through a card box at a table, I happened to notice the woman who sat beside me, doing the same.  An angel whisper brought my attention to detail.  She was wearing purple, slender, tall, in her fifties.  Bing.  I asked if she was Laura. It was one of those divine appointments that you can't make happen without great planning.  With her help, I found the right vendors as well as advice on buying postage stamps.  I love it!

Imagine the odds, half a million people sending posts cards around the world, a large facility at the County Fairgrounds teeming with postcard aficionados, and we meet up at the perfect time and place. What a wonderful illustration of angel guidance and help, when asked to be of service. The evening before the event, I invited the angels to be there at the fair grounds.  I asked that each person receive what they needed, and thanked the angels for a happy, successful post card fair.  And it was.

Moon Stamp Postcard
Several of my favorite subjects were available on postcards, angels and outer space.



Mickey and Goofy with Space Mountain Behind Them
Enjoy your day with the Angels. Postcards are a wonderful way to put a smile in some one's mailbox, as well as your own.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

Saturday, January 6, 2018

"Dot your "i's and cross your t's": An Angel Message


Since I recently began writing old fashioned postcards, I was reminded that I don't always dot my i's, and my t's are a downward dash. I took it as one of those angel messages to slow down, and pay full attention to whatever I'm doing.  Precision is key.

Later on in the week, I began to understand that the saying, "Be sure to dot your i's and cross your t's," had a deeper lesson. It had to do with paying attention to the abstract details in my daily life.  Every person I would meet has a piece of my puzzle, whether I realized it or not.  There were no random acts.   For instance, while having lunch out, I bumped into an old friend who provided our first winter rental six years ago. Her encounter brought a timely weather report.  A freeze was coming that night; so I went home and brought many potted plants indoors, covered up as many outdoors as I could, asking the angels to blanket the area with warmth, and protect the birds, flowers, animals, anyone out in the cold.

The next morning, I was pleasantly surprised that all made it through the night.  Maybe it hadn't gotten as cold as predicted, I thought.  But when I had to chip the ice off the birdbath with a hard rock, I wondered why I ask the angels for help, and then I'm surprised when positive results abound.  I did offer up an apology. 

Also a spontaneous  trip to a rural post office to buy stamps made me chuckle at the synchronicity.  Only one person was in line with a priority 8 x 10 envelope.  How long could that take?  Turns out that man had postage stamps that covered the entire back of the envelope and much of the front!  Each stamp had to be hand-cancelled.  During the wait, I learned he's a stamp collector. Since I was interested in novelty stamps for my postcard crossing hobby, he gave me some helpful suggestions.

What fun to pay attention to what unfolds...knowing we attract the energy that comes to us. So don't forget to dot your i's and cross your t's.  Often these chance encounters bring the answer you're looking for to complete a desire. But most of all, remember to invite the angels to be with you along the way.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen




Wednesday, January 3, 2018

It's A Small World After All: An Angel Message

Maybe living close to Disney prompted the title, It's A Small World After All.  Yesterday my teabag message was the remedy needed:  "What is yours will come to you," gave me a moment of quiet repose.  Every day for the past two weeks, I've been checking my mailbox for my first international postcard.    Many cards were joyfully mailed to China, Russia, Germany, Japan, and so on.  But not a one was coming back.  Must admit it forced me to stop and be glad that I could send cards out, not so much about the return, but still...

"So what is yours will come to you."  A wonderful reminder to let go and allow everything to free flow.  Having surrendered, guess what?  It was almost 6:30 p.m. when I opened the mailbox, and pulled out a stack of mail.  Mixed in with the bunch, were three postcards.  One had traveled across the planet all the way from Tasmania/Australia; another from South Korea, and the third from Canada.  It is a small world, after all.  Enjoy singing along to  IT'S A SMALL WORLD SONG

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen




Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Bury the Past: An Angel Message

Many years ago, my youngest brother gifted me with a surprise.  This little garden angel clasping the long handle of her shovel.  A perfect present as I love to root around in a flower bed, planting, watering, and weeding.  Gardening is great therapy, helping me to stay in the now.  That little angel statue stood on the porch shelf for the longest time mostly unnoticed, but not unappreciated.

Recently it came to my attention, as only the angels can do. The shovel was a symbol for me to dig deeper. 

My neighbor had done some gardening work; a win-win as he made extra cash, and I had help with the heavy labor, pruning trees, planting bushes, mulching flower beds.  He asked if he could borrow my shovel to take on another gardening job for the day.  That was over three weeks ago, and when questioned about the shovel, he keeps saying he has to go and get it.  Patience is running out as I wonder if it is in some distant land far beyond time and space.

I know it's not about the shovel, but a lack of respect he has shown towards me, which always presents an opportunity to forgive and forget with the help of the Holy Spirit.  There have been other occasions where he has received help, shows little gratitude, but returns for more favors.  My possessiveness over a shovel was robbing me of peace and joy. It's not my favorite shovel anyway, but...  An angel thought came with a message, Bury the shovel or it will bury you! 

I got it!  I'd been working old ground, digging myself in deeper each day.

While writing about this in my journal on New Year's Day, I shouldn't have been surprised when my brother texted Happy New Year.  What perfect timing...  I  told him his angel with the shovel was causing me to dig deeper.

He playfully wrote back, Don't shovel manure, that was his job.

But, that's what makes things grow, I tossed him a shovelful.

We were diggin' the shovel jokes, but I got the message.  Bury the old and don't dig it up and dump it into your new year.

The shovel reminds me of the Master Gardener who appeared to Mary Magdalene following the crucifixion.  She went to the tomb and finding it empty, began to cry, for she thought they had taken his body away.  In her sorrow, "she turned around and saw Jesus standing, but she did not know that it was Jesus... supposing him to be the gardener." (John 20:14-15)  When he calls her by name, she recognizes him.

 I like the image of Christ with the shovel greeting us at our darkest hour of despair.   Sorrow turns into joy, when we turn around and face the Light.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen