Happy Hallowmas!

         

                         
Recently I looked up the history of Halloween and learned it's the evening before the Christian holy day of All Hallows' Day (also known as All Saints' Day or Hallowmas) celebrated on November 1. 

As a kid I loved Halloween, pretending to be someone different, hiding behind an ugly rubber mask as I ran door-to-door with my scary friends.  A serious Trick-or-Treater,  I combed the neighborhood toting a pillowcase to haul my stash.  What spooky fun to roam around in the cold night air, greeting other masqueraders on the prowl, and even better to return home and dump the loot out on the living room floor.

I'd begin the task of sorting out the best from the rest. Miniature Milky Way, Snickers, Three Musketeer bars, boxes of Milk Duds and candy corn were mine to keep.  Mom confiscated the rest to prevent tooth decay, but she had a sweet tooth, too, slowing doling out the candy to my brothers and me over the months. 

Now, it's interesting to reflect on how we each parade around in these physical costumes (bodies) as we go through life.  We are more than we presently know.  Within each of us is the eternal Spirit of the Divine, All-Hallowed, made perfect in the image and likeness of God.  I can't think of a better treat, can you?  

Happy Hallowmas Day!

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

The Power of Coloring Your World: An Angel Message

After the recent storms, I've been thirsty to color my world with bright tones. Orange, purple, blue, yellow, peach...  My soul, like a dried up sponge, thirsts to drink in lush green grass, soak up golden rays of sunshine, and soar free in bright blue skies.  Color is everywhere... when I have eyes to see.  The beauty of the wild yellow buttercups, bright red hibiscus, and pink pentas-- joyful flowers of hope, opening up to receive more light.  I painted our wrought iron butterfly bench a bright cheery yellow, now a focal point near the front door.  

 

Another colorful idea had an angel nudge.  I moved this autumn iris painting to the living room above the bird's-eye maple desk. 

 

 

 Irises have always been a sign that I'm on the right path.  In 2020, we had moved to this house in nature the day the lock-down began.  A few days later, I found a stack of framed artwork tucked under the carport in the back of the garage.  Sifting through the pictures, there it was.  An iris painting -- glass pane missing, matted but the ornate frame in need of repair.  None of that mattered--  The find had the brush of an angel in divine order and timing. I was in the right place at the right time.  Wide-eyed,  I gazed at the pastoral vista, rich with autumn hues, orange leaves scattered beneath the colorful trees, the call of distant foothills shrouded in a white haze, and best of all --a patch of wide-eyed purple irises in bloom on a hillside.  Inspired, I propped it up against the workbench. I ignored the angel whispers to fix it up, and bring it into the house.  (The artwork had been left behind my the previous owner.)  But every trip out to the garage made me smile as I imagined myself in the picture, enjoying the crisp mountain air, colorful orange trees and flock of purple irises.   

One day, I showed it to Elliot while out in the garage.  He picked up the large ornate frame, two thick pieces hit the cement floor.  Soon he was hammering away, pounding the two wood frames so hard, I thought it would split.  All went well.  A dab of liquid whiteout hid a small gash in the matting, and the forgotten irises were now a portrait of wholeness.   When mounted on the wall, I could read the artist's name. For some reason I needed to know the name of the painting. Curious, an on-line search revealed that Jill S. McGannon had named her masterpiece  Iris Sunrise!

Sunrise! A new day dawning... and not the sunset I'd perceived it to be.     

So if you're feeling like you've been put out to pasture and you've outgrown your usefulness, the angels invite you to change your perception. At this time of celestial acceleration and global transformation, resurrection and restoration energy is ever-present. Get ready for a glorious new sunrise. The best is yet to be.

And, it's nice to know that iris was once the common word for a rainbow...

Remember you are never alone.  You are in the presence of God's angels...

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

Daniel in the Lions' Den: An Angel Message

 

The artist Briton Riviere, specialized in painting animals, and his depiction of  Daniel in the lions' den is a vision of the power of faith in the midst of terror.  Daniel was 80-years-old when he was unjustly thrown to the lions. Because of his long history of trusting God, he knew to turn his back away from the hopeless human condition and to look to God for the answer. To have faith.

The next morning, he replied to the worried King,"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 being served his fate. 

We may feel like Daniel, trapped in a situation with overwhelming odds against us, and no relief in sight.  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, and looking away from the growling fears that are eager to swallow us up, we can turn our attention toward 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



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

Answer to a Prayer, Snowball and Allie Cat

 After Hurricane Milton blew over, Elliot and I took a walk to check on our wild feline friends that live in the Bunny Garden patch in the neighborhood.  What joy to watch Allie come out from the clustering long green ferns to say hello. Our prayers had been for a canopy of angelic protection to cover that special bunny trail, too. 

 Sadly Snowball, the other stray resident was missing.  The next day, we went back again.  The white fuzzy playful cat leaped out of the bushes, ready for a big dose of TLC in the sunshine.    

Prayers are needed always...for all of us, in our own way, are fighting a hard battle here in the physical realm.  So many challenges disguised as opportunities for spiritual growth can be humanly tiresome, but we are never alone.  Angels are with us always when we know God and believe in His promises.  We may not understand why things happen the way they do, until later, but sorrow never leaves us where it found us.  Our strength is always available within... when we choose to be still and know.  To embrace the eternal now that never changes no matter what.  

I'm so thankful for the power of protection promised in Psalm 91, a daily practice for life.

"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust..."   Psalm 91:4

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

A Message of Faith in Things Unseen

Yesterday afternoon if a friend hadn't called back, I could have missed out on a special angel delivery. With my phone in hand, I went to the bedroom to talk and gazed out the window.  That's when I saw the giant Sphinx Moth attached to the upper screen, looking in the window.  No longer clinging to the American flag in the flowerbed below, it pointed out a message of faith and hope in things unseen.  

 

 

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, 

the evidence of things not seen."  Hebrews 11:1

 

The light-filled Sphinx Moth stayed all afternoon.  I'm so grateful for the angel reminder that just as moths are drawn to the light, so may our hearts be drawn to the eternal light of God's love and seek the divine light of God. The ephemeral nature of the moth reminds us of the fleeting nature of earthly life, and urges us to focus on the eternal treasures of heaven.  

A spiritual transformation is taking place just now on earth, and the angels encourage us to have more faith in the reality of the spiritual realm.  The best is yet to be. 

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

 

 

Unfurling Old Glory: An Angel Message

 

There's something hidden that will soon unfold for America.  That's the angel message that caught me by surprise this morning while tending the yard.  Our little American flag was still standing, having survived the relentless gusting high winds of Hurricane Milton.  I bent down to unfold the red, white and blue flag. Tucked safely inside the damp folds of Old Glory, a large ancient-looking moth had sought refuge in the storm, clinging to the wet fabric!  The likes of which I'd never seen.

Curious, a search on-line revealed the name of our rare messenger.  A Banded Sphinx.  

Moths are symbols of internal (inner) calling, and bring a message to seek knowledge and engage fully with the world around us.  Like a moth we're all on a quest, moving toward the light of understanding.  Moths also have a strong sense of smell.  Pay attention to what smells right to you before taking action. 

God bless America, and may the Lord "stand beside her and guide her through the night with a light from above."  How blessed we are to be in the company of God's angels. Nothing is impossible with God. God is Love.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

The Power of Psalm 91 During Hurricane Milton

 The winds of change.  What a surrealistic sight to discover our favorite go-to lake had flooded from the storm surge, expanding 30-feet inland, claiming the picnic tables, park bench, and boat ramp.  The old cypress tree where we fed the ducks each morning now swims in the lake, but thank goodness, property damage was minimal.  

Thank you for your prayers.   Living in Florida for over ten years, we've been through many hurricanes  but this was by far the worse. We stayed put for what turned out to be the longest most fearful night ---I spent the whole time praying Psalm 91, sending prayers for protection to Florida and all the storm victims from recent Helene.  I sang uplifting songs to myself, Christmas carols, old hymns. My mind was on, tuning in like an all night GOD radio broadcaster...trying to outrace fear. 

 

The wind howled by our bedroom window as I laid in the dark, calling on the Holy Spirit, the angels, and trying to abide in the Secret Place of the Most High. Rather than wish the fear thought away in each harrowing moment, I tried to embrace it as a lesson, and choose to go deep within to rest in the Truth.  To lean into the very moment I think I can't stand a minute more!!! and to accept that moment as the immortal Truth that never changes... God is Love...there is nothing else. I am not a body. I am free.

 Funny, I kept hearing Time is Not a Factor in Your Life. God's grace is sufficient for all life in the immediacy of the now.  My ego shone a flashlight to check the clock every hour, hoping to rush the dawn of a new day. The amazing thing-- we never lost electricity. Power surges intermittently disrupted the service multiple times lasting only a second ---a triple porch lantern flickered. I called out, Angels! The oven clock flashed, lighting the darkened hallway. All the kitchen electronics beeped in a reset.  Almost like a God wink.  

 

Let me have peace instead of this, Holy Spirit, I prayed.  In earnest, I offered up all my fear in exchange for peace.  I didn't want to feel all the stress and tension in my physical body.   My mind was at peace...but my body all shook up.

 

In an attempt to replace fear thoughts with flood tides of love, I sent love to everyone I ever knew.  I blessed the trees, the flowers, the birds, the animals. My senses dulled from constant howling, I tried to imagine the wind singing a song of praise to God.  And the heavy rain, droplets of divinity blessing the earth.   Every good thought I could think of I desperately clung to, especially our Miracles Distribution window sticker that had arrived in time: Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God. 

I asked the angels to place a canopy of God's Love around the tall hardwoods and palms in the yard.

To watch over the birds and animals, and to keep the area safe especially our neighbors in the 55 Community across the way.  A frightened little bird nestled in a bush by the bedroom window tweeted out during the long hours ...I sent her love and protection as relentless winds thrashed with no let up. In the background, I could hear a  loud cacophony of frogs (chanting like Tibetan monks in unison):  Fully rely on God was their song.  F.R.O.G. it! A moment of humor relief.

The next day what joy to discover our tree friends were still standing tall in the backyard, in a sunlit blue sky.  A low lake had formed a good distance from the house. My eyes misted with grateful tears to watch nature slowly return.  A sandhill crane family had managed to stay together during the long night of  high winds. They gracefully waded through the wet pasture toward the house. A pair of large turtles lumbered down the driveway and poked through the fence to take a swim in the fresh puddles. Even the wild buttercups had cheerful yellow faces having weathered the storm.  The tall palms, knowing how to bend, had only shed some fronds, but all was well.

 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.  Psalm 91-11

I'm so grateful for God's angels and the power of Psalm 91, my faith in the angels has expanded.  My worse fears were translated into calls for Love, and the angels responded.  It's never too late to begin releasing the power of Psalm 91.  It begins with a daily choice to abide in the Shadow of the Almighty. To not lean on our own understanding, but trust in the Lord with all your heart.

Now the work is to become Helpers. Look for the Helpers...many are in need. The community next door is safe and the power restored.  God is Love.

 

 The pumpkin patch at a local church was unmoved in the storm, a picture of thanksgiving.  An amazing testimony to the power of Psalm 91 and prayer.  God's angels are real.  

Thanks again for your loving prayers and support.

 

Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen 

Milton's Approach: An Angel Message

 Thanks for all your prayers for Florida during Milton's approach.  We're hunkered down abiding in the Shadow of the Almighty--holding on tight to the promise of protection in Psalm 91.  

Something amusing and comforting caught us by surprise early this morning. Our house has a security feature that announces in a feminine voice when a particular door is being opened.  The dining room door to the porch had been activated when we left it open to let the cat come and go.  A half-hour later while  sitting in the sun-room, the sentry door voice rang out, Dining Room Door Open.  Elliot and I looked at each other in amazement as the door was already open. That had never happened before.   My mom's sense of humor from the other side seemed to come through that door--a reminder that we're never alone.  Angels are ever present.   

In closing, a gentle dove has just landed on the cable wire that stretches across the lane, and is resting on high.  Another comforting message, Peace, be still.  God is ever present.  

Love and peace to all.  The best is yet to be.  

Rae  Karen

artwork from the web

 

Calling on Angels during Disasters

With unprecedented weather conditions and chaos in the world, it's comforting to know  hosts of heavenly angels are available to help humanity. In her book, Angels' Teachings, author Genevah Seivertson shares a simple and powerful way we can assist angels during times of major disaster.  

 

Genevah describes this special work as "corridor" work.  A corridor is a portion of spiritual substance that can be sent anywhere at a moment’s notice. The angels are anxious to help, but they need an open heart and mind of a soul, to make the request before they can rush in. 

Corridor work is impersonal and it should be used frequently to take care of large numbers of souls who are shocked out of their body in any type of major disaster. Those beings aren't unconscious, although their body is inert, each one realizes he or she is in a crisis.

Just as soon as we hear of a tragedy, we can make the call to send a Corridor to everyone involved by either verbally or mentally asking:

“Angels, please send a Corridor to ______ (location of need).”

As soon as we ask, we accept that our request has been answered and the celestial helpers are taking care of the work needed to be done. We give thanks for their loving assistance. 

A peacefulness comes to those in crisis.  They know that there is no need for fear. The first recognition of danger is followed swiftly by a solution. 

 

Genevah, with her gift of second sight, describes corridors as beautiful, large and lofty, filled with flowers, music, perfume, and the song of birds and rippling brooks. Corridors are  built with love, so the dear ones who cross over find nothing strange. The same types of plants and flowers similar to those known by each individual is seen. Birds and animals are native to their locality. 

A corridor provides a beautiful, peaceful transition, thanks to the assistance of angels, and your caring call for help. Prayers go out to all in need just now in the wake of Hurricane Helene.

 

 Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen