A Simple Angel Lesson on Time:

Recently an angel nudge prompted me to take a closer look at the word TIME.  What words can you find? Time spent solving crossword puzzles this summer must have played into the game.  Right away, when the word TIME is spelled in reverse, EMIT comes to light. A new way of looking at time, I brightened up.     

 

 On to something, I grabbed the old worn collegiate dictionary off the shelf and looked up EMIT.  More light was shed as I read, it means to send out light, a smell, a sound. 

It was as if a light-bulb flashed in my head. What a perfect lesson.  

The purpose of time is to emit light, to send out light. 

A quick self-inventory was in order.  My personal responsibility (ability to respond) brought questions: 

How often do I send out light by my thoughts and actions? Am I polluting the atmosphere with stinking thinking? What tune carries me throughout my day? The choice as what to emit in time is mine. 

I love how these simple angel messages often seem to come out of nowhere.  And whatever I value is used as a teaching device for bringing me home.  I'm thankful for the time to stop and consider the many ways I can try to go higher, and do better, thanks to the angels' loving guidance.

  

Remember you are never alone. Why not invite your angels to join you today, and watch for the ways you'll recognize their loving presence playing out in your life.

Love and peace,

 Rae Karen       

 

(Clock pic- on web) 

Happy Michaelmas Day!

September 29th marks a special time called Michaelmas Day to honor Archangel Michael.  His name in Hebrew translates to "Who is Like God".  He is called Saint Michael in the Christian churches and is the mighty warrior whose light triumphs over the darkness of negativity.  Often depicted with a sword, slaying a dragon, he is the Archangel to invoke in battle against negative energies. He helps us find the light within ourselves.

The patron saint of policemen, soldiers, and small children, he also watches over pilgrims and strangers. He is the fiery warrior, Prince of the Heavenly Armies, who fights for right and justice and gives guidance to all who find themselves in dire straits.

The Mont-Saint Michel in Normandy, France

There is a legend that in the late 5th century the Archangel Michael appeared to fishermen on St. Michael's Mount.

Michael is considered the greatest of all angels in the Jewish, Christian, and Islamic religions. He is known as the Holder of the Keys of Heaven and Chief of the Archangels, Angelic Prince of Israel, and Angel of the Burning Bush.

We can pray to Archangel Michael to help us whenever we find ourselves, fearful, overwhelmed and alone.

Thank you, Archangel Michael for all that you do to set us free so we can serve the Light.


Rae Karen

 

 

(photos from web)
 

A Little Pencil in the Hand of God

My hope is that you find encouragement from experiences shared in the angel blogs. We are all equal in God's eyes.  And, unseen help is always reaching out, waiting for a request to lend a helping hand. 

Sometimes life catches you off-guard, and you find yourself behaving far beneath the best version of yourself.    Maybe it comes from a gradual buildup of letting things slide, and not facing the problems head-on when you know better, and then... emotions erupt and boil over in a spontaneous combustion.  Peace is shattered, and like a cracked Humpty-Dumpty who fell off the wall you feel like a fractured fairy tale.   

I'm learning every trial brings an opportunity to grow in spirit, if I can let go of my attachment to being right.  That's why we are here.  To grow in Spirit.  What I don't pass this time, don't worry, another opportunity will come around until I finally get it right.  In reality, there can be no separation in Spirit.

Feeling very sad about a recent earth splitting family altercation, shakened, I asked to be a small pencil in the hand of God.    A quote from Mother Teresa I read many years ago.

Needing a breath of fresh air, Elliot and I went to have lunch an hour away. At the crossroads to our usual destination, waiting for the traffic light to change, an angel nudge pointed to another lakeside town six miles down the road.  Suddenly the name of a restaurant we hadn't been to in eight years came to mind.  

 Puddle Jumpers! 

Turning right, we went for it.  Barreling along four lanes of fast-moving traffic, we scanned the terrain for familiar sights, but no street names rang a bell.  Then speeding along, up ahead, a large video billboard flashed a rolling ad.  The timing was amazing!  

Puddle Jumpers Restaurant!  It  was still open!  Yay! Thank you, angels! We cheered, caught up in the excitement.  Craning my neck, the ad dissolved before I got the exit.  

At a stop light, a man driving a jeep had his window down. He provided directions, and the light changed.  Far ahead of us, his arm raised in the air, and he pointed the left hand turn to make at the fork in the road as he sped forward on his merry way.    

One step closer, now in town, we searched for Puddle Jumpers. I spotted a Lady Bug Paraphernalia  sign at a sidewalk cafe. My departed mother sends ladybugs to guide me so I took it as a sign to eat there. We parked in the lot.   Turns out, the Ladybug gift shop was no longer in business and had become a cafe by another name, but the owner kept the Ladybug adjunct on her marquis.   

So we decided to continue to Puddle Jumpers. Just then, a friendly blue-eyed cop came out the door with his To Go lunch.  He directed us to Puddle Jumpers. Two blocks away.

A cool sunny day, we enjoyed the walk. 

A lakeside table on the restaurant patio was waiting when we arrived. A mourning dove landed in a nearby tree. Slowly peace was coming back again... filling me up like a balloon.

Three bright painted seaplanes were parked on the grass, not too far away, ready for business.  You could take a ride in a Puddle Jumper and see the bigger picture from the air.   I was tempted.  A family of five took a group photo before squeezing into a shiny yellow plane, we watched the Puddle Jumper splash across the sunlit waters before taking flight. 

Well, it was a lovely get-away...a chance to recharge our batteries.  A stand of towering bamboo trees in the park made an inviting cozy sanctuary.  I tried to enter the wood sanctuary, but the thick green bamboo poles shrouded a utility building.  Bamboo grows slow...for five years it looks like nothing  is happening...then...suddenly the plant shoots up 90 feet.  A sign to have patience when things appear to be slow on the surface.  A growth explosion is hidden in the works. 

The biggest surprise came on our way out of town. A gigantic billboard of a 3-D pencil, about 60-ft tall, with a sharp point on the highway!  I laughed, remembering my prayer to be a little pencil in the hand of God that morning. That big yellow pencil made a lasting impression in my mind.  It had a big eraser.

 Hoping to share a photo with you, I was surprised to find this 2007 picture on-line.  

The synchronicity made me take another look at Mother Teresa's quote. I was surprised to find a second part:

I am but a small pencil in the hand of a writing God

 who is sending a love letter to the world. 

  Where would we be without the help of our loving angels?  I'm thankful for the lesson learned. When we step out of our routine, and follow the nudge to budge in a different direction, angel guidance leads the way.  Helpful people are placed on our path, billboard signs point the way...and you can navigate the roads without a smart phone, and share love with the world.   

Love and peace, 

Rae Karen

Crescent Moon Up In the Sky: Angel Message

Last night, as I was closing the drapes in the living room, I happened to look up and caught a glimpse of  a yellow moon sliver aglow in the night sky. With an air of excitement, I accepted the angel nudge to come closer, and stood outside in the stillness to share a photo with you.  

The camera zoom didn't capture the yellow crescent radiance I could see at a distance, but through the zoom lens, I tried my best to steady the focus. Finally, I could see the bigger picture; the whole perfect sphere, most of which was presently hidden in the dark.

Eager to learn more about the symbolism of a crescent moon, an on-line search this morning revealed good news.  It represents illumination and wisdom. When a crescent moon appears, something good is about to happen. If you are going through hard times, the crescent moon indicates hope. Help is going to come, and you will enjoy life to the fullest, just as the moon goes through its phases to reach full radiance.  The crescent moon is a sign to prepare for a new phase of your life, one filled with goodness and prosperity. So keep looking up.  The best is yet to be. 

 

Remember you are never alone, you are always with your angels.  Expect good things to come your way today.  Trust that there is more going on than what your naked eye can see. 

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

Under a Canopy of Blooming Vinca: Angel Message

 On our walks we often took a short cut that links the middle of two long streets in our neighborhood.  I've always been fond of this breath of nature, a place where you can feel the presence of angels.  Then last year, we met a new friend along the bunny trail.  A cute young feline appeared, happy to greet us.  He seemed to have taken up residence in that special patch of nature. On our walks, the mottled orange-and-gray kitten would usually pop up to greet us. And, we followed his white furry tipped tail that pointed up along the stone path.  Kitty liked to stop in the shade of the trees for time out.  Love pats, and happy purrs.

Over the summer with the hot weather, our walks were few, if any, but I always made the call for angelic protection for all the little animals, and the folks that live in our neighborhood. 

Recently with cool temperatures, we were back on the block.  Something wonderful had happened over the summer. The short-cut had been transformed into an amazing Bunny Garden.   A beautiful place of childlike wonder-- sprinkled with garden plaques, bunny and rabbit statues, and lots and lots of colorful flowers and plants. 

You couldn't look at all the beauty, and not feel happy. If God smiles in flowers, this was a big GRIN.  An arbor, lush pink begonias in hanging baskets, a stone bench tucked in the shade of a tree. A welcoming place to stop and rest in an oasis of peace.   Kitty completed the picture.  He woke up from napping on the warmth of a large garden stone.

Over the weeks now, Kitty has been on my mind, especially during bad weather. I wondered about Kitty's story?  Did he belong to someone?  No one was ever around to answer my questions.  And, we couldn't take in another cat. 

He seemed content to be, so I asked the angels to please watch over him.  The friendly cat was always close by, not straying far from home in The Bunny Garden. But sometimes finding him was like searching for Where's Waldo in a child's picture book.

Recently, after a bad thunderstorm, Elliot and I stopped by Bunny Garden the next day. Kitty wasn't around, but I had a feeling he was okay. An angel thought nudged, he lives underneath that thick canopy of bushy red and purple vinca.   The flowerbed with the flat rock border.

Soon there was a rustling of the flowers.  Kitty popped out from the blooms, and sleepily approached, passing by the Welcome to the Bunny Garden sign. My inner child smiled as I tried to imagine the wonder of being held in a protective canopy of bright cheerful blooming flowers.  Faith grows in a garden.        

Yesterday, my prayer to know where Kitty belonged was answered.  A lady who lives in the corner house with a view of the Bunny Garden brings him indoors every night.  That was a relief.  

Bunny is about new life, resurrection energy, and that's what happened to the bunny trail.  A reminder to make our little corner of the world a brighter place because we care.  Look for ways to add more color to our lives and to share the beauty of nature and the precious gift of God's angels who never leave our side.  

Have a joyful day with your angels.

Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen

 

It Warms the Cockles of My Heart: Angel Message

I am learning more and more nothing happens by chance. Sometimes the element of surprise overwhelms the senses of concrete logic as a divine lens opens the aperture to reveal a bigger, brighter picture.  

It happened yesterday with an ordinary seashell.  Somehow the day before, I had overlooked it when carrying a handful of shells to the porch that my son had left on my desk from his trip to the sea.  

Now the lone shell had my full attention. 

Upon close examination, nature had naturally carved out two holes like eyes, and its hinge looked like a brown beak.  I was holding a bird's head! A gift from the sea.    I laughed, looking twice. 

Earlier, I had revisited a longstanding bird writing project that never got off the ground.   It held no energy anymore, so I thought.

Now, filled with curiosity, the type of seashell seemed an important part of the angel message as I leafed through the guide book.  I found it, and let out a little laugh.   Heart clam! from a family Cardiidae that are named Cockles or heart clams. Cockles are found in all the seas around the world.  A happy feeling filled my heart as I held the unusual bird shell in my hand.  An angel thought whispered an old saying, "It warms the cockles of my heart."    

Curious, I looked that up, too. The expression dates back to the 1600's, and means to give someone warm and happy feelings.  

That's what the angels do.  I am so grateful for our heavenly angels who generously entertain and bring joy, love, peace, and protection into our lives to share.  Remember you are never alone.  You are in the company of God's angels. "For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."  (Psalm 91)

Love, peace, and joy,

 

Rae Karen 

Stone of Remembrance: Angel Message

On Sunday, Elliot surprised me by suggesting a ride to Barberville.  Years ago, I spotted the huge colorful emporium at the crossroads, but we didn't stop then, anxious to get home after a road trip. 

Once we arrived, the magnitude of the famous yard sale was amazing. The parking lot was full and we parked on a side street by the emporium.  First thing, I saw getting out of the car was a statue of a large painted tiger.  A shiny purple stone gleamed on the tiger's head.   I recognized the random act of kindness.  Some thoughtful, caring person had painted the stone, and left it on the tiger's head, in  hopes it would be found and brighten someone's day.  

Purple is my favorite color, but not wanting to be selfish, I let it be for someone else, and went to explore the emporium.  

The multitude of whimsical art: life size animals, dinosaurs, fountains, colorful birdbaths, planters, pottery, carved wooden statues, rows and rows.  Nooks and crannies... Each piece began as a thought in the creative mind of the artist.     

 

Wow...sensory overload kicked in at the overwhelming sight of three acres of cheerful, fun creativity. 

Wending our way through rows, and rows,  we found not one metallic sunflower.   Sunflowers are a favorite as they always turn their heads to face the light. 

I learned something about myself that caught me by surprise... 

I wasn't as materially magnetized to things as I'd been in the past. Back at the car, I glanced at the tiger statue.  Was the purple rock still there?  

I knew it was mine as it warmed my hand from the heat of the sun. That's when I was shown the message.  The yellow flowers had bloomed in the dark... rooted in a purple planter.  Purple is the color for spiritual, and yellow, for faith.   

It's funny how things play out... in search of a metal sunflower, I discovered a symbol of light delivered by an unknown angel in a generous act of lovingkindness.   A shiny stone of hope for me to remember to share the light.  I'm so grateful for the presence of angels in our lives.

Whatever you are facing today, the angels encourage, look to the light.  The best is yet to come.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

(Emporium photo: Web)

One Thing Leads to Another: Angel Message

Mom enjoyed hosting our childhood birthday parties.  Her "Go Fish" game brings back fun memories. In preparation for the party, she had a fishing pole rigged for each guest.  To catch your fish, you had to keep pulling on the long string to reel in the party favor gift.  The mystery of the unknown made it fun.  

More and more, life seems like a game our loving angels are playing with us.

One thing leads to another...if we follow their playful clues. 

It happened this week.    

On September 5, I suddenly found myself cleaning out a junk drawer in the living room. Sifting through the stuff...Manatee 52 card deck, checkerboard, chess pawns, Boggle game, pocket flashlight, and a box of tealights scented in surf and sea.  I began to lose interest. 

Then, I found a small folded paper.   A note on Hawk's personalized paper.  Born in Iowa, the Hawk-eye state, he was nicknamed Hawk.  Through the years, I came to love Hawk like a father. He was Mom's closest and best friend at the retirement home. Elliot and I spent lots of holidays and weekends with them.

Finding the note seemed significant.  He'd jotted down info about a red garnet stone pendant; a Christmas gift for her many years ago.  When he passed on, she gave it to me.    

An angel now nudged, go look for the garnet.  Curious, I dug Mom's old jewelry box out of the dresser, and sat down on the bedroom carpet.  

I'd forgotten the delicate peacock motif on the lid, a reminder to be watchful.   

Before long, I found the pendant, but the clasp on the delicate chain was broken. 

 "Oh, well, that's okay, Hawk," I said.  

To my surprise, the air stirred.  

Music began to play!  Bracelets and earrings shifted in the bottom of the jewelry box! I let out a happy startled laugh.  I  had forgotten it was a music box, too.   

How did that happen?!  I wondered, amazed at the timing.   The unfamiliar Asian tune should have played once the lid was lifted.  Yet...it had been opened for a while before it rang out a happy tune.

But there was more...  

A hidden jewel.  

At the bottom of the peacock jewelry box, I found a fortune cookie message I saved many years ago:

"The best is yet to come."   

A wonderful message of hope during these dark days.

And, the day before, Elliot and I were both been feeling Hawk's energy around us while out for a drive.  

Imagine our surprise the next morning as we read outloud, God Calling for September 6.

Your Loved Ones  September 6

"Your loved ones are very safe in My Keeping.  Learning and loving and working, theirs is a  life of happiness and progress.  They live to serve, and serve they truly do.  They serve Me and those they love.  Ceaselessly they serve.

But their ministrations, so many, so diverse, you see no more than those in My time on earth  in human form could have seen the angels who ministered unto Me in the wilderness.

How often mortals rush to earthly friends who can serve them in so limited a way, when friends who are freed from the limitations of humanity can serve them so much better, understand better, protect better, plan better, and even plead better their cause with Me.

You do well to remember your friends in the Unseen.  Companying with them the more you live in this Unseen World the gentler will be your passing when it comes.  Earth's troubles and difficulties will seem, even now, less overwhelming as you look, not at the things that are seen but at the real, the Eternal Life.

"And this is Life Eternal that we may know Thee, the Only True God, and Jesus Christ whom Thou has sent."

Learning to know Me draws that Kingdom very near, and in Me, and through Knowledge of Me, the dear one there become very near and dear."

The timing was angelic, and yes, we believe loved ones are very close to us although unseen, their love comes pouring through to bring hope and faith.   "The best is yet to come."

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

 

Stand Tall: Angel Message

 

Early this morning, sitting on the porch, I gazed across the driveway.  Underneath the oak tree, something new and different had sprung up overnight.  A strange pointed plant stuck up like a flag on a mailbox. A signal of an angel message? 

Curious, I hurried to take a look and laughed at the little miracle. The shoot of a houseplant called mother-in-law's tongue. Its sharp pointed leaves also merit the name Saint George's sword.  It seemed like a special note from my mother as she had an old-fashioned butter churn full of these hardy ribbon plants. 

A search on line revealed the message of  Saint George's sword or mother-in-law's tongue: Stand tall, and continue growing despite unfavorable circumstances.  

That's exactly what happened here.  Many months ago, I'd tossed some dead plants underneath the tree until yard trash debris day. This little root must have missed the haul.  It's now standing tall,  and growing despite unfavorable circumstances. 

 And, what joy to know our angels speak to our soul in a heavenly language of synchronicity. Little unexpected perks designed to capture our hearts by using the things we love and enjoy to stir our minds to higher thought. To reveal a glimpse of the Unseen Realm.  The holy angels know how to help grow our faith, and to help us trust more in their presence.  They help us remember God's Love, and how precious our life is in Christ.

Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen 

  

 

Gifts from the Sea: An Angel Message

Have you noticed an angel theme building in your life?  This past week the sea has come rushing in, not that I've been down to the shore.  Saturday, at the flea market, an estate vendor was selling a large glass bowl of seashells: Sand dollars, starfish, angel wings, purple scallops, and coral. I was thankful I caught a wave at a give-away price of $5.  

 

At home, each shell was gently arranged in a decorative bowl on the porch table. The various shells brought back my own early sunrise walks collecting shells many years ago.   

When I grabbed my reference book to look up this unusual shell, I had to laugh.  It's called a Turkey Wing.  How perfect is that?  Yes, I am grateful for the abundance of gifts from the sea, and for the soul who combed the sands to find them.

 

But, there was more... 

 

Inside the reference picture book, I found a long-forgotten postcard. A sunflower with a comforting message of hope and faith during these trying times. 

 

"For I know the plans I have for you," 

declares the Lord, 

"plans to prosper you and 

not to harm you,

plans to give you hope and a future."  (Jeremiah 29:11)

 In the afternoon, a trip to the library answered the call to the sea again.  I found Anne Morrow Lindbergh's soulful book, Gift from the Sea, for sale at the Bird Nest bookstore. 

 

I recall a time when a very large shell bubbled up in the shallow surf at Virginia Beach.  The answer to a prayer.  Elliot and I had financial issues.  Walking the beach, I asked God if He loved me, to let me find a whole whelk shell.  Not one fractured from the pounding surf. 

 

Time passed, and I forgot all about my request.    

Then, one morning, walking in the shallow surf, I stopped to face the horizon.  A powerful wave rushed in, and quickly receded, revealing a sandy floor.    

I looked down at my feet, the watery sand bubbled.  Out popped the tip of a large whelk shell.  "Thank you, Holy Spirit!" I laughed, holding the biggest whelk shell I'd seen. Perfectly whole, with a glossy inner glow, in spite of a blackened exterior.  

But, there was more to come... 

 

A short distance beyond, another fast-moving wave bubbled up the wet sand at my feet. Another big whelk shell,  almost a twin to the first.  Both big and dark from being buried so long. Yet the inner shells were untouched by any outer pressures. 

 

My heart was so grateful as I walked home with the double for your trouble blessing.  One for me and one for Elliot.

 

Whatever you may be dealing with today, please know that you are not alone.  You are dearly loved and treasured by God who never has stopped loving you.  All things are possible with God. 

When you hold a seashell close to your ear, and listen... The soft sound of the surf comes rushing in,  stirring memories of home.  Although the shell appears to be vacant, the Spirit within is eternal. 
 

Enjoy your day with the Angels.

Love and blessings,


Rae Karen

Reflections on a Super Blue Moon

I'm finding an expansive view of the heavenly realm helps to heal the soul and bring peace to a weary pilgrim.   Once again, I found myself alone in the quiet of the morning, looking up at the Super Blue Moon.  The silence was so deep all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing as I focused the camera. 

Through the lens,  the full moon appeared as a ball of light encircled in blue, pink, yellow, green,  and violet. What was going on?  Was it humidity reflecting off the lens?  Logic tried to figure it out, but my spirit was enjoying the show...and, I had asked the angels for help in getting a good photo.

I was seeing a side of the moon I'd never seen before, her causal body. 

When the camera setting was adjusted from Auto to Manual, the zoom sped across the night sky, bouncing the lens as I held tight to meet up with an old friend.  Now, Bella Luna was up close and personal.  Craters and all. A vision of beauty in the night.

Admiring  her effulgent glow, it's hard to believe the moon has no light to call her own.  Yet all of her radiance is a reflection of our bright, beautiful sun.  

If you're feeling a little compacted these days, stargazing in your backyard is a simple, healing way to break free and behold the bigger picture.  Something wonderful happens as you step outside, and look up.  

When I consider thy heavens,

the work of thy fingers, the moon

and the stars which thou has ordained;

What is man, that thou art mindful of him?

                                          --Psalm 8

Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen