Angel Splashes of Joyful Independence

 Whenever I find a random coin outdoors, I've learned to accept it as an angel message that everything is in divine order. 

It happened this morning as we were leaving Dollar General having bought two little red cardinal bird ornaments for the garden.  A shiny nickel caught my eye as I stepped out the door. To find a Jefferson nickle on July 4th seemed significant, especially since I've never found a five-cent piece before; many copper pennies, and a half-dozen dimes, but not one nickle.

I picked up the 1991 shiny coin. It had Thomas Jefferson on the front, and his home, Monticello, on the back.  And, I remembered I'd said a special prayer of thanks to our Founding Fathers early this morning. 

Looking at the coin, I recalled two of our Nation's Presidents, Adams and Jefferson who both helped write the Declaration of Independence had died on July 4th, 1826. The day of the Jubilee--the 50th anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence.  It was somewhat eerie that Thomas Jefferson died shortly after noon at the age of 83 in Monticello, Virginia.  Several hours later, John Adams died in Quincy, Massachusetts at age 90.  Though the second and third Presidents were friends at the time of their passing, they had been politically estranged for 11 years, and returned home on the same day.

Today I learned another president had also died on Independence Day.  The 5th U.S. President, James Monroe, died on July 4, 1831, at the age of 73.  Just as Providence delivered these early influential leaders to birth our nation, divine timing called them home on an auspicious date, Independence Day.  God is.

As the day continued, it did my heart good to happen upon a joyful celebration of July 4th.  A large pool of bubbly suds.  Continuous bubbles pumped through the air, spewing from two dynamic bubblers to the beat of firework music.  Their joy was contagious. I stopped to freeze this moment in my memory bank.   Kids of all ages, frolicking in fun and laughter, enjoying life, simple and free to be.   We all need times like this to let go. Be like a little child...to burst out and have spontaneous fun. 

I was so grateful I had my camera. You can see the action video at https://www.angelforyou.  Join in a splash of joyful celebration. 

And walking away, feeling lighter, a bubble sailed towards me and splashed down on my shirt! A bubble of joy!  Thank you, angels...for all the joy you bring by helping us listen and go with the flow.   Freedom is a precious gift, not to be taken for granted.     

Happy Fourth of July!

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

When All Seems Lost...Pray: An Angel Message

 It was hard to watch, but I knew it was important to hold the peace. In quantum physics, it is the observer that influences the environment he/she is seeing.  Our perceptions influence our surroundings, and thanks to a squirrel and a pair of hawks I learned a lesson.   

Our resident acrobatic squirrel was at it again, cleaning out the birdfeeder.  It looked like a storm coming  as I watched peeking through the bedroom blinds. Spinning round with his head tucked inside the wood birdhouse, he missed out on an important change in his surroundings.  I saw a large red-shouldered hawk fly into the garden and perch on top of the garden crook supporting the bird feeder.

Even worse, a second hawk soon flew in from the pasture and perched on the garden flag looking up at a lesson  unfolding.  The odds were against our squirrel, who kept eating away...oblivious to everything but filling his belly. 

The hawk had patience.  The squirrel was tucked under the feeder roof, not easily accessible to attack at the moment.  And, if I interfered, I could frighten the squirrel who might make a run for it...and that wouldn't have ended well.

I knew it was important to keep watch...to hold the space...and an angel thought came to me to pray The Lord's Prayer.  As I began to pray aloud it wasn't until I was almost done, the danger passed when the watchful hawk gave up and flew away toward the pasture.   Soon, the other hawk did the same.  Peace prevailed and I'd learned again the power of prayer and relying on unseen spiritual help.  There is more going on than meets our physical eyes.  The Unseen realm is real.

The Lord's Prayer brings healing...the words have power when prayed in earnest.  

I was thankful for the lesson that when a situation looks utterly hopeless, don't despair, pray and hold fast to the truth.  "Thy kingdom come!"  The harmony of being available in every now.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen  

Where There's a Will, There's a Way: Angel Message

 

Squirrels are about balance.  Balance between work and play.  Balance between giving and taking.  And, this rascal, although off-balance, managed to put on a dynamic acrobatic show in exchange for some  goodies.  With quick determination, he scaled the tall metal hanging crook, leapt onto the wooden birdhouse feeder, and swung round and round on the bouncing rooftop, hanging on tight.  He did whatever it takes to reach his goal.  Watch this cute little clip to witness that where there's a will, there's a way. Euphoria defies gravity.  Even if that means hanging by your toenails upside down, with your front paws holding a kernel of birdseed to munch down on. 

His undefeated quest brightened our day.  A humorous reminder that sometimes we may have to think outside of the box, and try some new pretzel-like maneuvers, hanging on tight with all we've got to reach our goal.  Creative ideas can come from our guardian angels when we still our mind and listen.  We could even find ourselves having fun as we breakthrough self-imposed limitations and go for the gusto. 

 

 Remember you are not alone on your journey.  Unseen loving Help is with you, waiting on welcome.  Your Guardian Angel knows you better than you know yourself.  Don't quit...keep on doing your best...and stay open for guidance.  The best is yet to be.  You have all the support you need to succeed if you keep at it.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

A Whip-Poor-Will Song: Angel Message

 

Early this morning, the distant call of a lone Whip-poor-will kept on singing out in the dark.  Over and over she sang, whip-poor-will...whip-poor-will...whip-poor-will, long before the sun came up.  Her message was so insistent that I looked up this unusual bird.

This is the only bird known to hibernate.  It creeps into crevices and holes in canyons and literally turns itself off.  It is a close relative to an owl.  The message of the whip-poor-will is to "be alert to something unexpected; time to sing forth your own song.  Exploring the use of sound and music may be important to some activity or endeavor right now.  There are times to sing forth our own unique song.  It will be heard and you will be responded to."

I loved that message.  We each have our own song to sing in the uni-verse.  How can we keep from singing when we have so much to be thankful for.  All the hard lessons, trials, and tribulations were turned into opportunities for soul growth, boosting us to a higher level.  It's about attitude leading to altitude. With the help of the Holy Spirit and the angels we can rise above the chaos, and see a world more bright.

The road on our street and the entire neighborhood are being repaved today and tomorrow and so we're housebound until the weekend.   Funny all the places you suddenly want to go when you can't get out of your driveway.  A time of restoration for the soul. A time to sing...celebrate life because we're here now.  

An angel message popped to mind about the whip-poor-will: to "whip our poor will" into submission, rise up and sing our own song before the light of a new day.  Expect the best as it is yet to be.  And, the good news is that you are never alone.  Angels, God's representatives are with you.  You can never be separated from the love of God.  Wherever you are right at this moment, pause and take a breath, feel the presence of divine love enfolding you with tenderness and grace. 

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

Ref: Animal-Wise, Ted Andrews

Photo: Web

 

There's No Place Like Home: Angel Message

Sometimes we may take what we have for granted believing nothing will ever change. But suddenly, out of nowhere the unexpected shakes our world and sends us on a soul search. On June 11th, it happened to me in a flash.  One minute my indoor cat and I were watching the cardinals and chickadees flit about the wooden feeder in the new meditation garden.  It was a beautiful sunlit morning at the start of a new day. Hei-Hei was happily perched atop his table on the porch, enjoying the show in the little patch of flowers.  

Then peace suddenly shattered and all hell broke loose.  A pale white and tan tabby with ice blue eyes came up the steps and looked in the screen door.  I was about to introduce Hei-Hei to Snowball, a people friendly cat we know from our walk in the Bunny Garden across the way.     

Before I could open my mouth...Hei-Hei sprang from the table like a wild tiger and busted through the screen door chasing Snowball.  "Hei-Hei, Come back! Come back!" I shouted running after the pair down the long drive. 

Winded, I couldn't keep up.  I turned back and Elliot and I hopped in the car and drove around the neighborhood across the way where Snowball lives.  We found him right away, lounging by the road as if nothing had happened, and continued to search.  Hei-Hei seemed to have vanished.  We had no pulse on his energy anywhere. We posted flyers, notified Home Again, and called a friend for prayer support.

I prayed to better understand Hei-Hei was always in his perfect place, and nothing is ever lost in God's Kingdom. I found peace in holding to the Truth that nothing in reality is ever lost.   Hei-Hei could never truly be lost as an idea in divine Mind perfect and complete.  If he didn't return to us, he was with someone else, residing in love. There is only Love and nothing else.  The hours ticked away and at dusk he'd been missing for ten hours.

While doing our evening prayers, we turned on the porch light and kept the blinds open in the sunroom.  Hei-Hei always joined us at the close of the day, sprawled out on his back on the carpet as if riding on a cloud of peaceful bliss.  With  heavy hearts, we began praying the Our Father out loud in unison.  When we said, For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory..."  My son caught sight of Hei Hei slinking up to the front door.  "He's here!  Hei-Hei's at the door!"    Our darkest hour had become a brilliant light.  A miracle!  A reunion of happy tears.   Safe without a scratch--Hei-Hei was home again.   "Thank you, God, thank you angels!"  The Lord's Prayer had delivered him in divine order.

The next week something amusing happened... that appeared to be an orchestrated angel message. 

I caught sight of our prodigal cat resting on my ruby garden slippers that I'd kicked off after feeding the birds.  "There's no place like home," I laughed, petting his soft furry head. Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, had clicked her ruby slippers three times to return home. 

A closer look at Hei-Hei's rare pose brought a lesson.  The cat looked at me until I got it.  He was leaning  against a vintage portrait of young Jesus teaching in the temple.  That's where Mary and Joseph had finally found him after an anxious three-day search for their missing son. When she questioned his behavior, Jesus told his mother, "How is it that you sought me? wist ye not that I be about my Father's business." (Luke 2:49 KJV) 

I'd kept that portrait all these years as a reminder to be about my Father's business.  It just so happened to temporarily block the desk cubbyhole where the big bags of bird seed are stored by the back door.  Taking a photo, I noticed the reflection in the glass:  A door is behind Jesus. The entrance to our kitchen.  Jesus stands at the open door no man can shut.  But then I saw Jesus' hand, it is extended over Hei-Hei's head.  There is no place like home...and what peace comes when we live and move and have our being in Christ as we go about our Father's business. No matter how dark our world becomes, Christ is the Light that forever shines.

 Love and peace,

Rae Karen

   

 

 

Doves of Peace: An Angel Message

Out beyond ideas of right doing and wrong doing 

there is a field...

I will meet you there. 

RUMI

An angel message for today comes on wings of love and peace. Those watchful words form beautiful white doves that circle our earthly home. May thoughts of peace and unity encompass our world today and bring healing to our country, and to all nations.

Our loving thoughts and prayers make all the difference.

Love and blessings,


Rae Karen


Artwork: web

Welcome Summer Solstice 2025

 Nature heralded in the Summer Solstice early this morning.  A wake up call when an unexpected visitor delivered a message to Fully Rely On God.  F.R.O.G. it.  The little frog was caught on the back porch and  greeted by our feisty cat.  I got there just in time to pick up Hei-Hei and the frog in his mouth, and shake him to let go.  What joyful big leaps the tree frog made when finally set free in the meditation garden. 

Soon Hei-Hei pointed out another visitor while resting in his basket in the sun-room.  He stared upward making a chatter noise.  

I had to squat down to see the top of the old wood power pole.  A lone red hawk was perched on top and began whistling loud and long.  The realm of the hawk is the sky.  Hawk teaches to be observant.  Life is sending you signs. Pay attention. A message is coming.

 

The summer season is ruled by Archangel Uriel whose name means "Light of God". He brings an understanding of the Divine to humanity. The most radiant of angels, he's been called the "Flame of God."

Summer brings new energies and can activate a powerful time within us to reach our spiritual goals.  This season's energies can:

--Awaken great spiritual inspiration as our intuition becomes heightened.

--Create an opportunity to connect with other light-minded souls.

--Provide an opening to work harmoniously with the nature kingdom.

--Release energies that create opportunities for confidence, strength, and hope.

--Present an ideal time to renew the mind, and attune to the highest consciousness by merging the male and female polarities within us to create a new birth.

Archangel Uriel can help to shed light as to why things are as they are. He enables us to trust in the Divine plan, so when things appear to be going wrong, we will understand everything will ultimately work out for the highest good and greatest joy. Archangel Uriel brings a gift of discernment by helping us find our inner light.  With his flame of knowledge, he can assist in cutting away any obstacles that are blocking our path to victory.

 

Welcome, Archangel Uriel.  Thank you for your service to humanity.  We need your radiant Light at this hour.

 

Happy Summer Solstice.

 

Rae Karen 

 

 

(Ref. Nature-Speak, Ted Andrews)

 

Raccoon at Dawn: Angel Message

This morning while sitting on the back porch watching the little chickadees and cardinals flutter to and from the bird feeder, suddenly a curious young raccoon came by sniffing around in our new meditation garden underneath the oak tree by the pasture fence.  Raccoons are nocturnal so his bold, rare visit seemed to be an angel message. Wearing a permanent mask, raccoon symbolizes disguise:  "Transformation comes through putting on a proper mask.  Masking is going on -- for good or for bad.  Disguising intentions may be necessary. 

Raccoon holds knowledge of transformation through masks and other disguises.  Some questions to ask yourself: "Do you need to present a different face to people for greater success?  Are you hiding your true self?  Are others hiding their true self?"

A timely visit...

When a raccoon appears, you may see its influence for an extended period of time.  If you're trying to make changes or endeavoring to hide changes you're making from others (until you are in a better position) plan on a 20-week cycle."

Remember you are never alone.  God has given his angels charge over you.  You possess an inner peace and wisdom that the outer world cannot touch, listen and obey your inner voice.  The best is yet to be.  Keep praying and holding to the Light of God that never fails.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen 

 

Ref: Animal-Speak, Ted Andrews

Sandhill Colt Calling on Peace

What a surprise to find an unusual striking appearance this morning.  The tall young sandhill crane was quite a spectacle, standing in the mulch bed by the pink plastic flamingos.  Wanting attention, he had mine.  Bold and curious, his golden eyes stared at the front door, making his presence known. 

Living most of my life in Virginia,  I never thought a bird this size would appear regularly in our yard. And, here they are, these graceful, peaceful, animated water birds.  This is the fourth generation.  What joy to watch them raise their two young...and they grow up fast.  This baby colt will soon be four-months-old, ready to spread those six foot wings and take flight with the family.  A whole new world opens up as he flies skyward.  Patience has paid off -- the parents will be able to fly again together and not have to take turns being grounded.  It's been a long waiting period but well worth the wait.   

High flyers, sandhill cranes always announce their presence with loud calls and are considered to be noble guardians calling out to forewarn.  

Our world needs peace now.  Peace begins with each of us and is reflected by our thoughts and actions. Going within and listening to the still inner voice throughout the day brings peace.

Einstein said, the consciousness that created the problem cannot be solved at that same level.  We must come up higher.  Years ago, I read about The Silent Minute Prayer, a historic movement in Great Britain during World War II.  

Major Wellesley Tudor Pole asked people to devote 1 minute of prayer for peace each evening when Big Ben struck nine o'clock. 

He said, "There is no power on earth that can withstand the united cooperation on spiritual levels of men and women of goodwill everywhere.  It is for this reason that the continued and widespread observance of the Silent Minute is of such vital importance in the interest of human welfare."

 "Be still, and know that I am God. I will

be exalted among the nations, I will be

exalted in the earth."  Psalm 46:10

Love and peace,

Rae Karen 

 

Let Nature Takes Its Course: Angel Message

Sometimes we may want to help out, but don't always know the best way. That's what happened on Sunday at dinner when I spotted this large turtle struggling in the heat by the pasture fence.  

Her leathery big dark-brown shell laid like a large dusty dried-out platter baking in the sun. Her back was sprinkled with tiny sun-dried water vegetation just like nature naturally provides in the small garden tadpole pond by the garage.  Hmmm...

It didn't seem likely she'd been swimming in the garden pool. But something was up...  Her snorkel nose and webbed feet were signs that she was out of her element.

Filled with compassion for her plight, what was the best way to help?  Too cumbersome to carry down the driveway and across the lane to the reservoir pond, an angel idea suggested a garden hose spray would cool her down.  Then let nature take its course. 

When I turned on the outdoor spigot, steamy hot water shot out of the hose. After waiting for the temperature to cool, I approached, gradually spraying the driveway and slowly letting rain splash down upon her hot dusty shell.  Softly I spoke encouraging words to her. That's when beautiful ancient eyes blinked at me.  

Following inner advice, I went indoors and let her be.  Research revealed this is nesting season.  And, that's the only time the soft-shelled turtle comes out of the water on a mission to lay her eggs.  What a mistake if I relocated her on my own, thinking I knew what's best. 

Was she here to lay her eggs? And, why did she choose such a precarious spot--near the strip of sandy grass by the driveway.  Our usual Sunday afternoon had become a time of excitement as I waited for it to unfold. Watching from the living room window, I stood ready with my camera.   

Soon the sand began to swirl about her.  Kicking it up, stirring the air like a mini dust storm.   Her massive legs and feet were moving the earth. After digging a large oblong hole just her size, she settled down upon it. Slowly her whole body moved back and forth in a steady rhythm on the nest.  A beautiful glimpse of creation was this ancient symbol of Mother Earth. Her elongated neck stretched skyward as she lifted her face to bask in the golden afternoon sun. A holy moment so sacred, I humbly turned away from the window and prayed for divine order.   

When I read this turtle lays four to 38 eggs that will hatch in two to three months, again, I wondered how can I help.  It would be a long vigil to protect her from the many critters that come and go. 

But it seemed I needn't worry.  Nature already had it covered.  Once the mother buries her eggs, her work is finished.  And, back to the water she will return to the place where she belongs. Innately she knows that when the hatchlings arrive, they are equipped for survival on their own.  

I was so thankful for the glorious lesson on letting go and letting God.  

This ancient visitor is naturally associated with water--and when one appears it may indicate a spiritual renewal. (In this case, the promise of new birth.)   A time to stay flexible and adaptable--accept change and adapt easily.  When we do, we will be  more resilient, patient, and calm inside.  The slow steady movement of the soft- shelled turtle encourages us to listen to our inner voice.  Trust our natural rhythms to stay in balance, and go with the flow then you'll become more aware and can turn your problems into opportunities for growth.

When I looked out the window again, the mother turtle had gone ... as quickly as she appeared.  The large indentation in the earth where she nested held the promise of new life.

Remember you are never alone. God has given his angels charge over you. God loves you.  The best is yet to be.  

Love and peace,

Rae Karen 

Drumming a New Rhythm - Angel Message from a Woodpecker

                               
A rare drum-roll caught my attention early this morning.  I recognized the steady beat of an enthusiastic woodpecker.  He was next door, atop the old wooden utility pole doing the woodpecker drill.  His crested red-head hammering away--a new rhythm to start the day. 

When a woodpecker shows up to drum out a song for you, you may ask yourself:
Am I looking at aspects of my life rationally?
Are others not discriminating in their activities?  Am I?
Am I and others jumping into situations without thinking it out clearly?

Sometimes a woodpecker's appearance will stimulate new rhythms.  Maybe you're neglecting the physical, by being too wrapped up in mental and spiritual activities.  It could reflect a need to drum some new changes into your life.  When a woodpecker shows up, there's a firm foundation to follow your own rhythm and flight.  You now have a firm foundation to move in any direction.  Do what works for you in the manner that is best for you.   Discernment is the key.

 

When faced with change, it's comforting to know that we are never alone.  God has given his angels charge over us.  The best is yet to be when we listen and obey.  God is Love.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and blessings,

Rae Karen

 

 

 

Photo: Wikimedia Commons

Ref. Animal-Speak, Ted Andrews

Angels in the Forecast: Angel Message

Yesterday's rain didn't stop weather-proofed rascally squirrels from having a party.  I counted a cluster of four young squirrels and four mourning doves gleaning the lawn in search of cracked corn leftovers. They were all in harmony co-existing together.

One little bushy-tail stood out from the crowd. He had an animated, quick routine. He'd grab a golden corn kernel. Then make a run for the cherub's head to munch.  A kernel at a time--he kept it up so many times, I finally got the angel message.  Get a photo to share.

 I hurried to the living room and stood on the green sofa looking out the high window to get a clearer view above the window screen.  Trying to stay in balance, I was ready if he made another landing on top of the cherub tortoise. I sent up a little prayer for help, hoping for the best on a rainy gray afternoon. My camera was focused on the angel's head ready for action.  Presto. There he was in an instant. Nibbling on his prize, with his bushy tail curled like an umbrella.     

 A picture of graceful gratitude.

Squirrels represent balance.  A balance in our giving and in our receiving.  A balance in work and play.  And, like this wise, playful little fellow we can take a hint from the tortoise cherub by remembering slow and steady wins the race.  With the help of the angels, we will cross the finish line in victory.  Help is ever present.

Remember you are never alone.  God loves you.  He has given his angels charge over you.  Expect wonderful things to happen today. We have so much to be grateful for.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen