Angel Postcard Swaps - An Angel Message

Funny how a passing idea can take hold and turn into a passion.  That's what happened after reading an article in a news magazine about swapping postcards with people around the world.  It sounded like a fun way to dress up my mailbox and make new friends. 

Postcards are from a bygone era and as such are hard to find in this fast paced age. Once again, I learned to trust the angels to deliver.  While running errands downtown yesterday, it was a fun-filled time.  Standing at the teller window inside the bank, a dog showed up with his master.  We kidded that the canine was the one with the big bucks.  Turns out the cute little Lhasa Apso is named Mo-Jo, and leaving the bank, my mo-jo  was running with an idea to look for postcards at The Museum Store down the street. 

Although postcards were a no show, I found a colorful animal stickers book for my great niece's birthday.  With that gift, came a recommendation to try The Muse Bookstore a little farther down the street.  It was a hit.  A display of postcards were on a revolving rack at the front of the store.  While I browsed through the limited selection, Elliot carried on a conversation with a 16-year old green parrot behind the register.

"My wife is looking for angel postcards." Elliot then told the store owner. "And she found them here."

I was grateful to purchase all eight famous postcards depicting angels. One of a kind.   Smiling, I was now ready to swap postcards, and share the good news about the angels.

Enjoy your day with the Angels, and have fun by inviting them to join you along the way.

Joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

(Fra Angelico (ca.1400-1455).  The Annunciation; detail showing the Archangel Gabriel. From Grafton, Angels in Art Cards, copyright 1996 Dover Publications, Inc.

Stand Porter at the Gate: An Angel Message

Elliot is a songwriter, and so it's not usual for a ditty to play in his head.  Recently a catchy song, similar to the beat of the Hokey Pokey, had him pounding the keyboard.  In less than ten minutes, he had written Stand Porter at the Gate.  A reminder to guard our thoughts. Stand like a sentinel, admitting only positive thoughts to enter the gate of our mind to be entertained.

The phrase "Stand porter at the gate," is not new.  Mary Baker Eddy mentioned it in Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures.  So Elliot was guided to play the new tune at a Wednesday Christian Science testimony meeting here in town.  The group loved it, and he promised to make a CD for each person.

Waking up the next morning, an angel idea wafted in for me to find a picture for the CD cover, and put it in a jeweled case.  I wondered where I could find a photo?  The response to my sleepy brain was, of course, the internet!  Something more was up.  I did a search Stand Porter at the Gate... and BING!  I found the perfect fit.  A baseball cap, with STANDING PORTER.  I surprised Elliot, with an email.  

As you know with the help of the angels, one thing quickly leads to another.  A phone call revealed that the source of the baseball cap on the world wide web, was just down the road, a Christian Scientist living in a neighboring town in Florida!  All minds are joined. 

So, here's a link for you to get in tune with keeping your thoughts on high. 
STAND PORTER AT THE GATE

Have a joyful day and remember to stand porter at the gate.

Love and joyful blessings,

Rae Karen

Chocolate for your Soul: An Angel Message

Friday evening after dinner with a friend, we were talking about chocolate, a passion of mine.  I have been on a chocolate fast for many months.  Although I love it, after the decadent, delicious, high, there's a let down that happens later, leaving me mildly irritated.  But still...

Saturday afternoon, I was ready for a second lunch, having worked hard in the garden, burning up calories.  Turning into the Wendy's drive-thru, I got a good laugh. My mouth watered, staring at the  chocolatier SUV next at the service window.   "Chocolate for your Soul."

What timing!  Thoughts are things.  What I think I attract, and the turnaround time is getting quicker these days.

"Chocolate for your soul" seemed to be an angel message to go for it.  Enjoy the simple pleasures. A little indulgence is good for your Soul.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.  And, watch for the joyful signs that are waiting for you.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

A Turkey Vulture Comes to Call: An Angel Message

I hadn't planned to do a blog today.  But while sitting at my desk, a large bird swooped down, with a magnificent wingspan, and landed on the tree outside my window.  I mistook it for a hawk, but when zooming in on this gray day, I discovered a turkey vulture surveying our backyard.

He waited on the limb for quite awhile as I tried to get a good photo through the rain stained windowpane.  At one point, it could have been my imagination, but he crooked his neck and gave me an impatient look, like just do it.  His visitation was so deliberate, I knew it was a message from the Angels.

Curious, I looked up the symbolism of a turkey vulture in Animal-Speak. 

To my surprise, there were many pages, but here's what I gleaned.  Vultures are known for their keen eyesight, eight times sharper than humans.  They also have a powerful sense of smell. This bird has no voice.  It can force air out of its bill to hiss.  This may be lesson to some that rather than just talking about performing, Perform. Do it and quit talking about doing it. 

In alchemy, the vulture brought a promise that the suffering of the immediate was temporary and necessary for a higher purpose was at work, even if not understood at the time. 

The turkey vulture soars with grace and ease, it speaks of a coming time when you will be noticed more for what you do than for how you appear.  The turkey buzzard's scientific name, cathartes aura, means "golden purifier".  The keynote for a vulture"  Purification, Death and Rebirth, New Vision.

I was thankful for the reminder that a higher purpose is always at work whether we understand it or not at the time.  Thank you, Angels.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

Showerful of Robins: An Angel Message

Yesterday day morning while sweeping an abundance of black berries and camphor twigs off the stone patio, I thought about what a giver the old camphor tree is.  Providing fruit for the birds, and camphor twigs are good for medicinal purposes.  I shifted my thoughts from cleaning up a mess, to gratitude that the old tree is here, sheltering the house.

Then on Sunday afternoon after a sudden torrential downpour, the much needed rain provided another sustenance.  To my delight, a flock of red breasted robins fluttered off the old camphor trees like autumn leaves. Having a party, they pecked away at the ripened black berries.  There were so many birds, I ran for the camera.  From the dining room window, I enjoyed their playfulness.

As many as six robins were splashing in a rain puddle at the same time, but only one stuck around for a photo.

Their sudden sweep into the neighborhood had me do a little research.  When red breasted robins appear they "offer before you a light from the angels to quicken the speed of your journeying soul."*

A great angel message for us all during this spiritual acceleration.  Thank you, Robins!

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

*Angel Messages, The Oracle of the Birds

Laughter Heals: An Angel Message

There's an old saying, Laughter is the best medicine.

Here's a case that proved it.  Many years ago, Norman Cousins, a medical doctor, was diagnosed with a rare degenerative spinal disease that was called irreversible with no chance of recovery.  Dr. Cousins understood the power of thought.  His reasoning was if negative thinking causes disease, then positive thoughts should be able to dissolve it.  So he borrowed a movie projector and rented some old Marx Brothers and Candid Camera films and invited his friends to his hospital room.

Here is Dr. Cousins' story of what happened:

"We pulled down the blinds and turned on the machine... It worked.  I made the joyous
discovery that ten minutes of genuine belly laughter had an anesthetic effect and would
give me at least two hours of pain-free sleep.  When the pain-killing effect of the laughter
wore off, we would switch on the motion projector again, and, not infrequently it would
lead to another pain-free interval."    (The Dragon Doesn't Live Here Anymore by Alan Cohen).

By the end of the eighth day, he was able to move his thumbs without pain... and he had discovered the healing power of laughter.

In 1994, I heard his wonderful testimony at The Conclave of Archangel Michael in Banff, Canada.

Laughter is one of the best ways to lighten up.  Recently I received a free comic umbrella for a trial subscription with The Daytona Journal.  The newspaper salesperson had set up his booth near a store that I was about to duck in to shop.   I told him straight up, I wasn't looking to subscribe. I don't read any newspapers. But then I saw the cartoon umbrella promotion. The news is in need of comic relief during these stormy times.

Love and joyful blessings,



Rae Karen

A Purrrfectly Heaven Bed: An Angel Message

Last week I woke up in the middle of the night, the recent time change had me out of kilter.  Energized, I went to the den and read in the quiet hours.  I happened to look down and found a tiny cat hair on my pajamas.

This little hair triggered an unexpected flow of tears.  Like a forensic scientist, I studied it as evidence that my sweet Angel had once been here. It all seemed like a dream.   DNA can be detected in a strand of hair, but what that quirky cat and I shared went beyond the physical.

I realized then it was my first time solo at night.  Those pink padded paws would come down the hall and into the den, her golden eyes squinting from the glow of the lamp. She would give me a crazy look like WHATDAYA DOIN'?" Whatever it was, she was in! Taking her loyal post on the arm of the love seat, she would keep me company as I continued to read, pray, or meditate.

I'm so thankful for nine years of wonderful memories.

 Lately I've been learning more about life as a dream.  Our waking dream has no more power than our sleeping one in reality.  When we wake from a dream, we realize we were home in the comfort of our bed the whole time.  We never went anywhere or did anything.


The blog stopped here.  I wasn't sure where where it was going...

 But later that day the answer came. Spontaneously cleaning the office closet, I discovered a damaged notebook of older blogs. Ripping out the stained pages, I found the ending for today's blog.

 In 2010, Elliot and I were on a road trip to New York to visit family. The first night at a Quality Inn in Seaford, Delaware, Angel was on my mind as I got into bed.  It was our first time away, and I told my husband how strange not to have that lovable furry ball nestling at our feet. Although, I was so looking forward to sleeping in late, without the soft pad of little paws on my face to feed her before sunrise. 

That's when Elliot pointed out a small sign on the headboard above me.  A sleeping cat with the words:
"GENTLE SLEEP from Heaven Bed."

We had a good laugh! Angel's energy was with us at bedtime. 

To my surprise, I woke up before dawn the next morning.  A sign that perhaps this is my natural rhythm and not the desires of my feline friend.
Hmmmm...

And, so it is, with each of us, as we dream from Heaven's Bed of an exile from God that could never be.

The angels are amazing, and we always get the message we need at the right time."GENTLE SLEEP from Heaven Bed."  Sweet dreams, dear Angel.

Love and joyful blessings,



Rae Karen

A New Spot: An Angel Message

The scented cinnamon broom by the fireplace could have been what ignited a spark that swept me into action yesterday.  A young neighbor, in need of some extra cash, pitched in to weed, plant new bushes, move African irises, plumbagos, and hibiscus.

A whole lot of shaking was going on!

After all the storms, the weathered Mother Mary garden statue, a gift from my son years ago, was also in need of some loving care. I carried her into the house and bathed her in the kitchen sink.  Soon her face brightened as her gray robe was restored to a pristine white.  Proudly returning her to the flower bed, I quickly yanked up the fleur-de-lys (iris) ornate grill to move it closer to the house.

When I showed my helper Our Lady's new location, he ran his hand over the grillwork, noting that the rust spots could use a touch of spray paint.  Then he noticed a different kind of spot.   "A Ladybug."  

"A Ladybug!" How had I missed it? I wondered, looking at the little orange spotted visitor resting on the base of the iris motif. I smiled, taking it as a sign of approval that Mother is happy in her new spot.

A Ladybug is like a beam of sunshine to me.  Her unexpected presence  always brings a smile.  I've come to see these joyful visitors as a calling card from my Mom, Mary, now my angel in heaven.  And, ladybugs are also associated with Mother Mary.

The appearance of a Ladybug heralds a time of luck and protection in which our wishes begin to be fulfilled.  And the symbolism of an iris is a new birth at hand, maintain hope, and sense of peace restored.*

This morning the Ladybug had flown home, but this beautiful hibiscus (also a flower of new creation) had bloomed with a smile.

Hibiscus flower of new creation

Irises and ladybugs, two of  my favorites.  I love how simple things unfold little touches of heaven when I  follow  inspiration and see what happens!  Now for that spray paint...

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,

Rae Karen

*Nature-Speak, Ted Andrews

Get Swept Away with the Scents of the Season

Entering Publix grocery store yesterday, I silently invited the angels to be with me.  A wonderful fragrance filled the air.   I caught a whiff of my first cinnamon broomstick!  Grabbing one out of a barrel, I got whisked away to the deli counter for an egg salad sub.

Now our home is enriched by the aroma of cinnamon buns, without the added calories.  Taking a photo for the blog, I noticed the message on the broom wrapper:  Get Swept Away with the Scents of the Season.  

Aroma has something to do with memories.  Scents can evoke powerful emotions.  My mom always made cinnamon buns on Sunday morning for my brothers and me before sweeping us off to church.  Years later, I learned that cinnamon is a fragrance associated with the Holy Spirit.   

I love all of the wonderful smells that add to the holiday season.  Last night, I discovered a green pine candle tucked away in the den. The scent of a Christmas tree brings another gift of joyful family traditions.


Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,



Rae Karen

Daniel in the Lions' Den: An Angel Message

Daniel's Answer to the King, Briton Riviere (1840-1920)

 Briton Riviere, specialized in painting animals, and his depiction of Daniel in the lions' den is a  vision of the power of faith.  Daniel was 80 years old when he was thrown to the lions.  From his long history of being faithful to God, he knew to turn away from the hopeless human condition and to look to God for the answer.

"My God hath sent his angel, and hath shut the lions' mouths, that they have  not hurt me:.." (Dan. 6:22)

Not only did an angel of the Lord shut the mouths of the hungry lions, but God restored Daniel to his rightful position within the King's government.  His jealous rivals, who prepared Daniel for a lion's meal, ended up being the ones who were served his fate. 

Figuratively there are times in life where we may feel like Daniel, trapped in a situation with overwhelming odds against us.  Our hungry lions may take the form of a health challenge, a loss of a loved one, financial struggles, or relationship betrayals.  By following Daniel's example, looking away from the growling fears that are eager to swallow us up, we can turn to God and know that He has sent his angels to be with us. Victory will come in the morning.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

Name that Tune: An Angel Message

(JOY at Lowe's on Sunday)

Turns out, the red-shouldered hawk at Lake Helen on Sunday brought a fresh infusion of energy.  On our way home, we stopped by Lowe's to buy light bulbs. As you can see from the photo, JOY was in the air, greeting customers as they entered the store.

I love it!--not to hurry the Christmas season, but the world could use an overdose of JOY right now.    And, a sales girl in a red smock, almost bumped into me in the aisle. I glanced at her name tag, and had to look twice.  Angel!

The angels are the call to Joy!

The red hawk's message on broadcasting gave me a bright idea. Imagine we each have a signature song that plays in the ethers wherever we go.  Our unsung melody accompanies us throughout the day, setting the tone, not so much heard as felt by ourselves and others.

Whatever our song may be, I can see how the tempo may vary depending on our mood.  Sung brightly (allegro), or flat, and off-key.      

If I could choose my own selection, it would be Joy to the World, but I've Got to Be Me, and Born Free, are other hits that vie for air play. 

 So what may be the theme song to your life's movie?  The possibilities are endless, but it's fun to ponder.   You may want to ask your Guardian Angel, who knows you better than you know yourself.  And, then listen for the tune or the title.  

 You could be pleasantly surprised by the unchained melody that orchestrates your world.  Or it could be time to change your tune. Pop Goes the Weasel.   It's good to know the angels are here to help us sing the song in our heart. And, what a symphony of joy to blend in harmony with other hearts.

Have a joyful day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,



Rae Karen

Red-Shouldered Hawk

Red-shouldered hawk at Lake Helen, FL

Sunday afternoon at Lake Helen, Elliot and I  spotted a hawk flutter down from the blue sky.  Taking a break from the hot sun, he bathed in the cool shallow waters.

His timing was uncanny as I had been asking for further guidance as to what God's will was for me.  I seem to be in betwixt and between... in need of direction.

And, then there he was...

 When I got out of the car to come closer for a photo, he spread his wings as I snapped away, not sure I'd even caught him on the cellphone.  But the angels of nature were accommodating.  The  reddish feathers across his upper back were distinctive markings of the red-shouldered hawk.  A touch of autumn color winging over the marshland was like a breath of fresh air.

It was a short flight, as if he were waiting for me to catch up.  What an odd place for a landing--rather than a nearby tree, he perched up high on a man-made instrumentation pole of some sort.  Looking out over the clear water, a breeze ruffled his feathers. It seemed his message was about broadcasting.  What are you putting out there?

 At home, a little research revealed a similar thought.  When the red-shouldered hawk appears, it may indicate to be more private about your activities.  It may also be a reminder to protect what is yours fiercely and don't be afraid to express your opinion.  (Animal-Wise, Ted Andrews)

Red-shouldered hawk at Lake Helen

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,

Rae Karen

The Guardian Angels Where You Travel

During these times of uncertainty, you may find it comforting to follow this guidance from the angels.   I've mentioned before an experiment I tried years ago after reading a booklet about the power of guardian angels.  The advice was to welcome all of the Guardian Angels of the city that you are visiting, as well as the overseeing Angelic Guardian of that city.    Since every person has at least one guardian angel, think of all the good that can come to all from acknowledging their loving presence in the mass population.  

I am with you always.

I decided to give it a try.  The results were so amazing that Elliot and I ended up moving to the small town in central Florida where we had vacationed that winter.   Now for the past six years, each morning I welcome the Guardian Angels of everyone in our home town, as well as the Angelic Guardian overseeing DeLand. 

This will give you an idea how it works when on a trip.  Before our arrival on a weekend outing several years ago, I invited all of the guardian angels of Winter Park and the Angel Guardian of Winter Park to be with us on our upcoming trip.  I thanked them in advance for making our visit joyful and smooth, connecting us with the right people at the right places at the right time. 

For starters, we checked into our hotel room early, and began our sightseeing adventure with a surprise. Getting out of the car downtown, in the parking lot, I heard a familiar bird call greet us.  A sea hawk whistled from a nearby tree!  Hawks have been one way the angels communicate with me.  What joy to watch him fly by low enough for me to see a fish clasped in his talons. A message to keep our eyes on the big picture.  God always provides. 

The next morning, walking along the beautiful tree-lined avenue in the historic district,  my new air cushioned sandals were starting to form a blister. Hobbling along, I looked for a pair of cheap flip-flops to buy, but none were to be found. 

An encouraging angel message came in a humorous way.  A directory posted outside an office building  had a listing of businesses. The order of the listing was amusing when combined together in reverse.  Guardian Angel Associates.  Upstairs.  Shoooz.   The Collection.  (You can't make these things up, you'll see when you invite the angels.)

Looking at the directory,  Elliot and I had a good laugh, knowing the guardian angels were telling us to keep looking up for sole comfort. 

Business Directory Outside Building 

Thankful for the message, further down the street, we spotted a Shoez sign.  I was ready to buy another good pair of sandals, but none fit.  Desperate, I asked the salesman for a band aid.  He smiled, and returned with a pair of scissors and a spongy stick-on patch so I could  fashion my own remedy.   It worked. Thanking him, and the angels, I comfortably walked in my own shoes to our destination.    

I've always loved stained glass and the Morse Museum has a wonderful Louis Comfort Tiffany Stained Glass Exhibit that we looked forward to seeing.  A friendly woman at the admissions counter asked me about my angel locket.  I opened the top, and she was delighted to see three tiny silver angels spill into my hand. Each one as detailed and different. They are:  Angel of Protection, Angel of Promise, and Angel of Peace. 

"That's a lot of protection," she smiled.

"The angels' message is:  Fear not.  The angels offer protection as well as blessings and comfort," I told her, suggesting that she may want to invite the angels into the museum each day. I think she was surprised to have a visitor speak so freely about the presence of angels in everyday life.   

She laughed, "Well, you're here."   

I happened to look up, across the room a beautiful stone relief of two angels was on display. 

"They are already here." Elliot smiled.

Inside the museum we found a hidden gem. Louis Comfort Tiffany (1848-1933) created a chapel interior for the Tiffany Glass and Decorating Company exhibit in Chicago's World Fair.  As we sat on one of the benches made of wood in this quiet sanctuary, a holy hush of comfort made it easy to lose yourself and find peace on earth. 

 It was a wonderful afternoon, and we returned the next day to visit the beautiful exhibit once more. To our surprise, we were gifted free admission by our new angel friend.

So, as you can see, under the loving guidance of the angels, the trip was unfolding each day, urging us to be spontaneous. Each morning I welcomed all of the Guardian Angels of Winter Park as well as the Angelic Guardian of the City.

 One morning we skipped breakfast, and opted for an early lunch at a French cafe.  We happened to find a perfect parking space on the busy street. In front of the restaurant!  We thanked the angels.  The cafe owner wore an angel pin and so we struck up a conversation about the angels. I showed her my angel locket that had been a gift from a dear friend. "So that's how you got your parking space." She smiled.  "The angels."

Another highlight was an 80's musical comedy called Suds. It's about Guardian Angels who help a troubled girl who works as an attendant at the laundry mat.  Suds had over 40 songs from the 60's.  

Everywhere we went, someone mentioned the angels.  One waitress shared that she shouts out to the angels for help while riding her motorcycle.  

We were so thankful to the guardian angels and the Guardian of Winter Park for such heavenly hospitality on our mini-vacation.  Now wherever we go, I welcome the Guardian Angels of that city as well as the Angelic Guardian overseeing the city.  It works wonders.

You may want to extend an invitation on your next trip.  Or even better begin today in your hometown.  Welcome ALL of the Guardian Angels and the Angelic Guardian overseeing your city, and watch what happens.

Enjoy your day with the angels.

Love and joyful blessings,

Rae Karen

(photos from web, except locket)

Look Pleasant Please: An Angel Message

This encouraging artwork paints a picture of positiveness from the Library of Congress collection. The title, Look Pleasant Please, brings a touch of gratitude.  Our guardian angel holds the memory of our true Self.  Using a palette of joy, love, peace, humility, and grace, our portrait will reflect a most favorable light.  With heavenly eyes, our companions see us as immortal beings, forever shining in Christ consciousness. 

And whenever we may stumble and fall, they encourage us to get up and try again.  Brighter days are up ahead.

O Guardian Angel, cover me with thy wing;

O Friend, illumine my path.  Direct my

footsteps and be my protection,

just for today.

--St. Therese of Lisieux

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Joyful blessings,


Rae Karen


(Artwork: "Look Pleasant Please" from Library of Congress Collection)

Leave Nothing Unsaid: An Angel Message

On October 31st, a cool autumn breeze delivered an angel invitation to be in nature.   Elliot and I took off for an afternoon adventure at DeLeon Springs, (named for Ponce DeLeon, the discoverer of the Fountain of Youth)   Watching the dynamic waterfall splash onto the rocks,  osprey soared above fishing. A white ibis flock waded in the overflow. It's so wonderful to be able to see again. 

Natural Springs at DeLeon

At the Visitor Center, I saw a large mural of Sunshine Sally the elephant water skier, popular in the days the state park had been a resort area.  An elephant water skiing... An elephant never forgets.

The little museum had artifacts from the Indians who lived in the area 6,000 years ago. It turns out the sugar mill plantation had been constructed by slaves.  A historic ledger the owner kept of his workforce listed their value.  One old slave named Blind Sarah had three 000's by her name. Nothing...

Park visitors were asked to remember those slaves who worked hard in the past to create this wonderful setting today. My heart warmed with love for Sarah. I could relate to not seeing. That's when I learned my true worth.  It didn't come from anything outside of me, it was a God given gift within. Not seeing meant less distractions, and a closer walk with the Divine. 

Old Sugarmill Restaurant

Inside the Center, I found a free box of old magazines on a table by the door. I asked the angels what I needed, if any. Skimming through the stacks of vintage Guideposts, and Reader's Digest, I picked  two Christmas issues. Disney's Little Mermaid wrapping paper was taped on one magazine, no doubt a remnant from a birthday gift. I kept Ariel, the mermaid, as a reminder to never lose my inner voice. 

Ariel Birthday Wrapping Paper and Fuzzy Tape

At home, I saw that my random selections were not so random after all.  An article, Someone Cares, Pass It On, in the December 2015 Guidepost stressed the importance of leaving nothing unsaid.  Words matter.  It is important  to write to family and friends and let them know they are valued. To use your voice.

 I smiled at the synchronicity.  Now, that my sight is restored, I enjoy writing cards and letters.  The angels had me send personal notes to friends and family that morning.

Another article on WATER, was to drink enough everyday to hydrate so that your brain and body will benefit. Drink to Health! The Little Mermaid...another water symbol.

There was more to come...

Standing at the kitchen sink,  I happened to look down.  The Little Mermaid somehow got attached to my fuzzy sweater!  I'd forgotten her, but the angels wanted to make sure to use my voice. Words matter.

 "Elliot! Look!"  Laughing, I pointed to the Little Mermaid on my sweater.  It's an angel message in gift wrap to honor the present of the feminine voice.  (For both males and females.)

So true.  When it comes to our loved ones and those needing encouragement, leave nothing unsaid, speak and write straight from the heart.  Use your voice.

Words matter.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,

Rae Karen

Writing on the Wall: An Angel Message

Angel messages may appear in many ways but I've never seen writing on the wall. 

About three weeks ago, early one morning before meditation, the illuminated letters UK appeared on the living room wall. 

At first glance,  I thought it was my imagination, but Elliot also could see the initials glow above the fireplace mantle.  What did it mean?

UK, United Kingdom, (Great Britain) came to mind.

But,  I also remembered another united Kingdom that is a prayer from A Course in Miracles. It's like a Declaration of Independence from the ego's tyranny of fear and guilt.

"The Kingdom is perfectly united

and perfectly protected, and the

                                              ego will not prevail against it.
                                                   Amen."

                                           -- A Course in Miracles

A powerful prayer to remind us that the whole Sonship is united in the perfection of God through Christ, and no ego thought has any authority to rule otherwise.

My logical mind tried to solve the mystery.  The UK letters of light came from eight vents on the metal lamp plate that fastened the colorful stain glass shade with a brass knob.  This lamp has been with us for over twenty years, but never spelled any letters on the wall.

 Now...    UK.

Curious, a search of UK on the web, turned up another meaning.  UK in a text means, "Are you okay?"  It can also mean "U Know".

With the help of Archangel Michael and his mighty legions of angels, we can't help from being more than okay, we are victorious.

By the way, UK is still on the wall every morning.  The letters remain as long as the lamp is on to lighten the room.  A good metaphor for staying connected to the Light in times of despair and darkness. 

Thank you, Archangel Michael for your dedicated service to humanity at this hour.  And to each of you for shining your light out into the world.

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and joyful blessings,



Rae Karen